The Qingluan Boat docked above Yao City, and the winged sails appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. The green light flowed on the millions of runes on the hull, like a palace in the sky.

The wealthy families of large and small sects within a radius of thousands of miles of Yao City were able to see the hideous giants floating on Yao City from afar. They were all terrified and secretly speculated which sect had such shocking techniques to refine such a giant?

Many of the famous families were fortunate to be able to look out from the distance from the old monsters who had the honor of saving their lives on the Kunlun defense line in the northern border, sighing and still being enlightened, as if they had returned to that era of war.

This hideous giant ship, which once went alone to the Demon Realm to fight for 30,000 miles, is an indelible monument in their memory. In that battle alone, this hideous giant ship, which soared in the nine heavens from Qingyun Mountain, showed its fangs, causing the arrogant demons to flow into a river and hide millions of corpses.

Legends should be like this.

The Qingluan boat, which is the most powerful leader in Qingyun Mountain, can be used as a car. The status and status of the Qingluan boat can be imagined, and they cannot provoke a single point.

The prosperity of the Cheng family in Yaocheng has become a foregone conclusion.

After today, all the forces that secretly covet the wealth of Yao City completely cut off the thought in their hearts and never mention it again.

When Chang Xi handed over the Frost Pill, which had been refined from small medicine, to Hetu, the man in blue shirt who had been worried about the Cheng family for the rest of his life secretly wiped away the tears in his eyes and watched Yao'er take the Frost Pill.

The snowflakes of early winter fell on Cheng Yao's shoulders. She spread her palms gently, and the snowflakes quickly accumulated into a thick handful in her palm. An uncontrollable excitement gradually floated on her beautiful face. She turned around and threw herself into Aunt Zi's arms, and tears of joy wet her face.

The nightmare that had enveloped her for decades disappeared.

Chang Xi, who had been wearing a brand new black fox fur, smiled and said, "This Frost Pill can not only heal your innate cold body, but also transform the cold air in your body for your use. You might as well try to activate the cold air in your cyclone to see."

The future head of the Cheng family has already followed the man who is a little younger than her and activates the cold breath of her former fear of snakes and scorpions in the Dantian cyclone.

It is not as cold as imagined, nor is it as expected and unbearable.

The spiritual power of the green fingertips leaped, and the snow and ice in the sky surrounded this beautiful beauty who had ended his hardships and had a graceful figure dancing in the snow, and the beautiful scenery was so beautiful.

Chen Lu, who had always had a vicious look, leaned against the side of the ship and looked down. Although the frost and cold wind were weak beside the daughter of the Cheng family, there was already a rare and extraordinary phenomenon in the world.

Chen Lu sighed softly: "The Cheng family has a daughter who has grown up for the first time."

Two perky buttocks were sitting on the side of the boat. The quirky Yu Han stretched out his arms and stretched out half of his head and looked out of the board, giggling: "Thanks to Junior Brother Chang, this woman awakened Bing Linggen in disguise. As long as she did not die in the middle of the journey, the Cheng family could be the top leader in Huizhou's top families."

Yu Han, who was full of envy, had stars appear in his eyes, and he pouted with red lips and complained: "When at that time, wouldn't this woman be the Ice and Snow Queen of many wealthy families in Huizhou? It sounds much more interesting than the title of me, a disciple of the back mountain."

Chen Lu laughed in silence and said, "I don't know whether this woman can become the Ice and Snow Queen, but now there is a real queen with an old vinegar bottle hanging on the corner of her mouth in the cabin behind her. Why don't you envy me?"

Yuhan spitted out her cute tongue and jumped down.

Cheng Yao held up the once inseparable swords, Chi Yingcheng and Chang Xi, with both hands, and the meaning was obvious.

The beautiful woman who awakened the Ice Spirit Roots had a warm smile on her face.

"Young Master Chang saved his little girl and the Cheng family in the midst of water and fire. The little girl could not repay her. Since ancient times, he has said that a good sword is matched with a hero. Please don't refuse."

Cheng Yao's cheeks fluttered on her face, and her blushed blushed down her neck. She whispered softly, murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "It's better to fulfill the little girl's thoughts, and use a sword instead of others to accompany the young master."

Chang Xi took the beauty's thoughts with both hands, wiped the warm sword body with his fingers, and slapped it with Yuehong at his waist, and handed it solemnly on his nose.

Under the crabapple tree, young men and women parted.

The green phoenix boat broke through the sea of ​​clouds and disappeared into the sky. The woman, as pure as snow, looked up at her. The bright and bright eyes kept rippling, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her mood was hard to calm down.

Aunt Zi walked over and gently held her niece in her arms and kissed her forehead. She understood.

A woman's feelings are the most difficult.

Hetu looked at the two women snuggling in the snow, with an exquisite jade bottle in his hand, which Chang Xi secretly stuffed into his hand.

He didn't know what was in the bottle. The jingle sounded in the bottle, and he looked at it with habitual breath, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

There is a connection between the weather and luck in the jade bottle.

Hetu's eyes turned red again, holding the jade bottle, looking up at the sky, and for the first time he felt that the cycle of reincarnation was so mysterious and unpredictable.

There is snow in early winter, auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and the Cheng family is about to rise.

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Snowflakes are flying in the Burying River, and the valleys are filled with broken rivers and ravines are quiet. Three or two naughty squirrels are playing and chasing each other, climbing up the head of a snowman standing tall in the valley.

The most naughty little squirrel almost fell off the snowman when she slipped under her feet. She was still in shock and stepped on the snowman's head with her little feet. Why did she slip like this?

The snowflakes fell down, revealing the red cassock among the snowman.

The little monk slowly opened his eyes, beside him was the Zen stick standing upright by Ao Xue. The heavy snow in his eyes was filled with goose feathers, which smoothed all the tragic traces in the valley.

There is no permanent donor, no corpse and dragon.

The young monk who was born with wisdom clasped his hands together and smiled brightly: "The donor always has the appearance of heaven and man, and he can indeed be done by ordinary people."

He slowly stood up, and the fiery red robe broke out of the snow. The little squirrel on his head stepped on the bright forehead. His feet were half angels, and he was so anxious that he screamed. The little monk took off the trembling little thing on his head and placed it gently in the snow, and closed it still, "Go."

The little monk gently stroked the cassock. Every fine stitch that he carefully sewed on the relics of the master whom he regarded as a treasure. In his memory, he had a miserable fate but always looked down on it. The old monk with a smile on his face seemed to be right in front of him.

This young Buddhist disciple who was determined to save all living beings burst into tears.

The realization in his heart was like a meteor passing by. He stretched out his fingers and took them away, remembering them in his heart.

His pretty face seemed to have experienced vicissitudes in his fingers. He abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart and realized the great freedom of mind that only realized every day and night.

The dragon blood was shaking in his body, the corners of his mouth were warm, and he turned around with his staff and then headed north.

He made great wishes.

He wanted to see with his own eyes for the passing master, how majestic the Kunlun Heavenly Palace, standing on the towering snow-capped mountains in the northwest, had. He wanted to wear a cassock and not be able to make his legs and feet even after he passed away, and he had never traveled far away from the temple.

The Vajra Dharma is gone and never returns. The true body of the Buddha with golden light behind the little monk can be seen in the wind and snow.

That day, the little monk went straight into the Nascent Soul from the foundation building.

The living Buddha stopped and looked into the distance, facing Kunlun, and his heart was facing the blue clouds.
Chapter completed!