Kill That Man

Water leaves moonless.

Yu Qingyaomei sent Master away, jumped up and laughed: “Master is gone, let's go out and play! ”

The guards looked at her weirdly.

Honestly, the performance of Yu Qingyao today once again severely deterred their pride in heaven.

Well, the people who can get the attention of the master and send them to seduce the fairies are not ordinary people.

Twelve guards, all of them actually famous heavenly pride disciples of Fuyama Zonghehe.

Yu Qingyao smiled: “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything interesting about Cui Sleeve Peak? ”

Twelve guards hurried forward and laughed, arguing to take her to play.

The sky is late, Yu Qingyao doesn't want to go too far, he wants to walk on Cuishu Peak.

Cuishu Peak is where the female disciples live, and the twelve guards, although male disciples, are familiar with it.

They're all proud of God! Every one of them has been with a number of disciples and is a frequent visitor to Tsui Sleeve Peak.

After listening to their introduction and recommendations, Yu Qingyao chose the nearest kiosk to Yunmenju.

She took Jane, Alfred and Xiu, plus twelve escorts, plus ten followers. The pedestrians went out the door and swept out to the pavilion.

Out of the pavilion is a rock that protrudes like an eagle's mouth, with clouds passing and the world beneath. There is a white plum grove on the side and a phoenix bamboo lady on the side. A spiritual stream bypasses the pavilion like a jade belt.

You can play the piano here, it's good to sing, and three or two friends have fun tasting tea. It is, of course, a wonderful place to talk about love.

As soon as Yu Qingyao went out, he attracted the attention of many people.

On Cuishu Peak, the female disciples in the vicinity were curious to see what the legendary newcomer core facsimile disciples were.

Yu Qingyao nods his head with a laugh whenever he sees a disciple, regardless of her identity.

Yu Qingyao did not know the identity of the twelve guards around him, but the disciples present knew. Everyone saw these prestigious disciple guards behind Yu Qingyao and couldn't help but speak secretly.

At this moment, the disciples intuitively realized the importance Zongmen attaches to Yu Qingyao.

Yu Qingyao looked carefully at the makeup of the disciples, first to see what was popular, and second to see how the atmosphere was on Cuishu Peak.

The female disciples on Cui Sleeve Peak generally fall into two categories: those who are eager to fall in love or are bathing in love, and such female disciples are more gorgeous in their garments and have a delicate makeup. The first category is uncomfortable, asking only for the disciples of the Avenue. This type of female disciple's makeup is light, almost facial, and the clothes on her body are dark.

The Taoists of the Floating Mountain Sect are not forbidden to marry.

It's just that Floating Mountain Sect Taoists get married later than mortals.

In general, the Taoists of the Floating Mountain Sect do not consider marriage until after the Yuan Baby.

When she walked into Merrill White, Yu Qingyao ran into several young men and women, either holding hands or shoulder to shoulder, obscured.

Yu Qingyao suddenly remembered the jungle in college. She would smile and not feel comfortable walking forward.

When Merlyn was about to leave, a loud whistle, a man in white, blew a whistle and stepped on the flowers.

The young man looked handsome and flowed like a fairy. No one played a moving flute and walked towards Yu Qingyao.

Yu Qingyao couldn't help but stand aside.

As the man passed Yu Qingyao, he glanced at her and looked away.

Yu Qingyao's heart twitched: when there is wind! The wind rolled up white plum blossoms and sprinkled them on him. That was like a poem! It's an MTV. Without the wind, it's a bad rhyme.

This show, I give 90 points.

I know the way! Be a literary young man, surprise me, arouse my curiosity. When's the next meeting?

You just got out, you ran into a master! Funny, funny!

She asked the guardian around her, Luo Qing, curiously: "Who is he? ”

Luo Qing hesitated, reluctantly said: "Ninth disciple, Luo Ziwei. ”

Yu Qingyao asked with a smile: "What does the ninth disciple mean? ”

Luo Qing explained: “The ranking of the core fax disciples. ”

Yu Qingyao understood.

She became more interested in Luo Ziwei.

“What's he playing?” Yu Qingyao asked.

Another guard laughed: "Seek to know. ”

Yu Qingyao smiled and shook his head. He threw up in his heart: this was too straight white, and he fell behind. In this scenario, when you blow a plum cut, it's the scene!

Walking a little further along the road, there was a man dressed as a schoolboy, sticking out his finger and writing in the air.

As his fingers moved, white clouds appeared in the air, clouds stiffened, and as his fingertips moved, scriptures formed in the air.

The words are moving, if you want to fly.

Yu Qingyao doesn't look at what he writes, he looks at people first.

This person is not very brilliant, looks like a passersby, but has an excellent temperament, quite a few scholars. With three beards on his lips, he looks like a scholar in his early thirties.

Yu Qingyao was somewhat disappointed and looked at the scripture, but found himself not knowing a word.

Yu Qingyao shook his head and left.

She stepped out and asked Luo Qing, "Who was that guy again? ”

Luo Qing did not warn that she would ask. He answered stunnedly: "Seventh! ”

“What's your name? ”

“Merchants! ”

“What did he just write? ”

“Uh, I don't know either.” Luo Qing hesitated and replied.

“I know, it's an ancient cloud.” The king's guard, who is well versed in calligraphy, replied.

Yu Qingyao nodded and continued forward.

The pavilion will soon be visible, and a man in a robe sits in the pavilion. He had two cups of tea in front of him, looking down at the world to contemplate.

Yu Qingyao stopped and said: “There are people in the pavilion, we are not disturbed and go elsewhere. ”

When he heard the voice, he turned around and said, “No problem, I'm here to join you for tea and have a drink! ”

Yu Qingyao saw this man as rich as a jade. He couldn't help but laugh: "That's right, but it's disrespectful! ”

She walked into the pavilion and sat down in front of the man, laughing: "I don't know your name? ”

The man said softly: "Wei Jingming, sixth! ”

Yu Qingyaoshi understands that this person is the sixth core facsimile disciple.

Wei Jingming pointed to the jade cup in front of her, indicating that she tasted it.

Yu Qingyao's rules held up the cup and took a sip.

Tea is a good tea with a clear nose and a long aftertaste. It is the finest in the world, but the green sleeves above the clouds are nothing.

Wei Jingming asked: “How? ”

Yu Qingyao smiled: “There is a genuine intention here to argue that I have forgotten my words. ”

Wei Jingming stayed for a while and laughed. “Well answered, you're a wonderful man too. ”

Go ahead, he gets up and grows.

Xiu was stunned. “Why did he leave? ”

Yu Qingyao smiled. “What's wrong with seeing and smelling and not going? ”

Xiu shrugged. "What are you talking about? ”

Yu Qingyao laughed. “I didn't say anything. Look below. ”

Xiu forgot to ask what it was. She was very excited to look down on the railing.

Downhill clouds can occasionally see human mountain water from the void.