Chapter 72 Sunny Wings Lightly Down

Remove the red makeup from the mirror and pick the yellow flowers with plain hands.

The unparalleled bright face in the mirror slowly grew old under the wings, and the layers of exquisite transformation techniques turned her into a white-haired and wrinkled old woman in a moment.

This is a unique skill of her mother. She has only learned a little fur, but it is enough to deal with it.

The hustle and bustle of high friends keeps coming from outside the house. As the host, Yi Tianxiang is warmly entertaining the heroes from the thirteen states of Shenlu in the front hall.

Master Juedu of Longhua Zen Temple came, Yuan Huanzhen, the elder of Tianyimen, Xuanwu Zhenren of Bidongzong came, and Su Zhiyuan, the elder of Yuyu Tian, even the most mysterious and low-key Haikong Pavilion among the five schools of the right path, was attended by the elders...

Dad is so busy that he doesn't have time to take care of her.

Tomorrow is the day when the rumored sword demon was born. It is said that before Yuhua soared, he painted his self-created "Snow Sword Tips" on a silver scroll. It is this scroll that attracts the peeping and greed of many people.

Six hundred years ago, the head of Tianyimen Yishanxiao, the head of Bidong Sect dreamed of the real person, coupled with Yu Yutian's head of the cave Tianji, the top masters of the three major schools of the right path in the other world and the sword demon cold material on the top of Fengyun Mountain, and the fierce fight for nine days and nine nights is difficult to solve.

Finally, on the tenth day, it snowed heavily in the sky, and the cold material came to understand the peak of the holy level. The heart melted with the heaven and the sacrifice of "there is snow in the world", which made the heaven and earth change color and tremble. Two of the three leaders were killed and one injured and the whole army was destroyed.

After this battle, the cold material soared up the road, but left a stone monument on the top of Fengyun Mountain.

There is a saying on the tablet: "Autumn water is full of water, and white birds are infested; 600 Chinese years, prove the fate again."

By the calculation, tomorrow will be a big day 600 years away from the earth-shaking ancient war 600 years ago. Who doesn't want to get the Legend of Sword Demon? Even if the righteous people gathered in the Famen Villa, they don't want to be able to understand the mystery of "there is a snow sword in the world" from the scroll left by the cold material, and from then on, he has been invincible in the world.

Yi Qingyang has heard of this story for a long time. She originally thought that this kind of boring thing had nothing to do with her. However, with my father's sudden decision, he became the head of a group of people fighting and fighting for nothing. In this way, his fate and future were suddenly tied together with the same Lawshzi Buddhist scriptures called the Falun Sutra.

It's ridiculous. Why do you have to marry the guy who can return the Faleng Sutra to Longhua Zen Temple without caring who he is? Of course, Yi Qingyang knows his father's feelings and loyalty to the teacher, but this does not mean that he has the right to give himself as a gift for free!

At the banquet just now, she could clearly feel that countless amazing eyes were focused on her. They are all well-known young people, and each of them has a glorious resume and a prominent family background.

His father also introduced him to the guy named Donghanshan. The guy with a horse face with a long nose and small eyes was very lively, as if no matter whose girl married him, he was climbing high.

Yi Qingyang reluctantly said two words to this guy: one is "Hello" and the other is " Good-a-e". Then she retreated gorgeously and said ladylikely that she was not feeling well and went back to her room early to rest.

But she can't calm down no matter what - maybe the so-called son-in-law with both virtue and talent in his father's mind will be announced tomorrow. But that's not what she wants.

What the wings are gently longing for is an encounter between heaven and earth, the withered sea and rocks, and the romance of the wind, flowers and snow.

So after sitting in front of the dresser for a moment, she made up her mind to escape again.

She was going to go to the sword demon's legacy to look for treasure in person, breaking the thoughts of all the stinky men.

She doesn't like "there is a snow sword secret in the world", the most precious treasure of the magic door, and the unique learning.

She wanted to get the broken scripture book, and then threw it to the old monk of Longhua Zen Temple like garbage in everyone's surprised eyes.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help smiling proudly, but I heard Mother Zhao's reminder outside the house: "Miss, since you are not feeling well, please rest early."

The light-winged eyebrows frowned inadvertently, knowing that if you want to successfully complete your own great plan, the first thing to solve is the figure of Mother Zhao who followed her outside the door.

Mama Zhao is an old family member of Famen Villa. Her cultivation is not high, but she can't subdue her in three moves. As long as the old lady opens her mouth and shouts, she can't help but do everything.

My father said: If you are strong, you will be captured by the weak.

Yi Qingyang has been very smart since he was a child, but sometimes he likes to be lazy and doesn't like to use his brain.

She soon had an idea and quickly took off her coat and blew out the candle and lay down.

After a while, she shouted at Mother Zhao outside the door, "My Mother, I'm thirsty--"

Mother Zhao pushed the door and entered the room to light the candle, poured a glass of warm water and took it to the bed. Seeing the wings huddled in the quilt dressed up as her own, she couldn't help but say, "Miss, you're messing around again."

Yi smiled softly, sat up and reached out to take the cup, but deliberately knocked it over and shouted, "Ouch!"

M Mother Zhao didn't know there was fraud and quickly bent down to clean up. He was numb in his chest and had been plotted by his wings.

Just as she was about to call, she gently raised her fingers like the wind and pointed at her eleven important points. Mother Zhao's body softened and fell into **.

Yi Qingyang quickly got up and took off Mage Zhao's coat and changed into herself. He took her into the quilt and smiled gently, "Mother, you sleep comfortably here for me. Thank you!" Then he ignored Mother Zhao's helpless expression, raised his hand to put out the candlelight, and slipped out of the door unconsciously.

The weather outside the door is sunny, and the sea and sky are wide. If you are not afraid of being noticed by others, you really want to sing freely, or fly up to the roof and dance like a bird.

Now, she can only learn from the old-fashioned appearance of Mother Zhao and stagger out of the quiet courtyard.

No one will pay attention to such an unattractive old servant. She walked out of the villa smoothly, and the lights and noise behind her became more and more distant.

Make sure that there is no one left or right, and the wings gently raise the wind and fly in the direction of Fengyun Mountain.

When the sky was slightly bright, she had flown out of nearly a thousand miles. A towering majestic peak in front of her was as towering like a cloud, and among the rolling mountains, it looked like a group of cranes and chickens.

"That must be Fengyun Mountain." Yi Qingyang has never flown such a long way from the wind. When he was feeling tired and bored, he couldn't help but feel refreshed when he looked at the mountain from afar.

She accelerated her speed and saw the clouds on the top of the mountain. Many people had gathered under the faint light in the morning.

In the middle of the crowd, there was originally a sudden mountain stone as high as 100 meters, which was cut as smooth as a mirror with the power of a ghost axe. The silver hook and iron on it carved two lines of 16 characters with a sword front: "Autumn water is connected to the sky, white birds appear; 600 years, prove the fate again."

Although it is still far away, you can still feel a vigorous and vast atmosphere coming from the huge monument.

What's more mysterious is that the stone tablet faintly glows with a pure white halo, fused with the surrounding clouds flowing, and the font on the tablet is also gradually changing color almost imperceptiblely, emitting a pulse and silver light.

Looking down from the clothes of hundreds of people gathered around the peak, most of them are evil outsiders. This was also expected. At this moment, most of the heroes of Zhengdao gathered in the Famen Villa and were ready to go. When they arrived in Fengyun Mountain in advance, most of them were disciples of the Zhengdao small sect who arrived in advance.

But when she glanced around carefully, she did not find the trace of Chu Tian and Qinger in the crowd, and there was a little loss in her heart.

However, I still found that although the voices on the top of the peak were noisy, there were three or five groups or lined up by sect or gathered with relatives and friends, and the major forces were clearly distinguishing.

In the crowd, she recognized the blood-feathered old fairy of Nan Wuxian Mansion, Shu Xiaomian, the elder brother of the Shu family of Beiming Shenfu, and Xue Baichen, one of the seven princes of Fengdu Tianfu... Dad said that they were all famous figures of the devil for a long time. They were cruel and tricky and could not be easily approached.

Therefore, he gently avoided these people from afar, floated down from the top of the peak, mixed into a group of strangely dressed devils, and carefully paid attention to the movement around him.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man next to him asked in a low voice, "Brother Jin, have you seen it? The masters of the three demons have all appeared, but the people of the demon religion have not yet arrived. The masters of the five major factions will also come later. I'm afraid there will be a big war today. We'd better stay away from it so that the city gate won't catch fire and the pond fish.

The burly man known as "Brother Jin" smiled and said, "I can't wait for them to fight, so that they can fish in troubled waters. Otherwise, there are these top figures of both demons, and what's the matter with our brothers?

"Not necessarily," another young woman dressed up next to him interrupted and said, "Strength is important, but what's more important is whether there is this luck and fate!" I don't believe that those rabbits who can teach the right way can easily get the magic skills he has learned all his life!"

The burly man surnamed Jin smiled and said, "The real dancer is right. Hey hey, I heard that Yi Tianxiang, the first master of the secular family of Longhua Zen Temple, spread gold and said that who could perfectly return the Book of the Faleng Sutra, and married his beloved daughter to him. His precious daughter's wings are light... Tut, the most beautiful woman in the right way lives up to her reputation. The thin skin and tender meat and the small cherry mouth make people think - hey hey hey, hey hey!"

Yi Qingyang heard that her jade cheeks were hot, and Fangxin said angrily, "This devil is so abominable. Later, when I enter the tomb of the sword demon, I will definitely find an opportunity for him to taste the bitterness, so that I can know how powerful I am!"

"What, just because you are happy and want toads to eat swan meat? Be careful to break your mouth full of big teeth. The middle-aged man who spoke before sneered in a low voice.

"We are free and the two saints are each other. I can't eat swan meat, and you can't think about it either." Jin was not angry. He laughed and said, "However, if you can get the sword magic treasure, especially the 'There is a snow sword secret in the world', it's another matter!"

The real dancer squeezed among the two, her watery eyes fluttering, and she said in a charming voice, "If that's true, you two have no conscience, don't forget your little sister."

Jin Kaihuo and Bai Fengliu laughed at the same time, and the look was like a sword magic treasure in the bag.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting, "Look, a new word has been born on the stone tablet!"