I don’t know if it’s because of the spiritual eyes or something else, but it is clearly the late winter in December, but the top of Fengge Mountain is still green, without the bleak atmosphere of leaves falling and branches falling, and the grass and trees withering. Even though the mountain wind is very cold, after the hard work of practicing for the past five months and the baptism of the Taiyin Qi, it is nothing.

At that time, the night was already dark and the weather was excellent. The hazy moonlight shone on the narrow bluestone path, dragging Ye Yian's shadow into a faint and long way. The corners of his clothes rolled slightly in the night wind, and the whole world was shrouded in a peaceful and quiet state.

When I walked into the lush forest and reached the end of the mountain, the scene in front of me suddenly became wide. From a distance, I could see thousands of mountains covered with snow and thousands of birds in front of me. This vast scene made Ye Yian's mind and mind clear.

After standing quietly for a while, Ye Yian turned around and came back, found a tree root that was curled like a vine bed in the forest and sat down, and picked a leaf with unknown name but moderate thickness and blew it up.

He was an orphan since he was a child. At the age of six, he met his master Ye Tian and asked him to come to Xiaogu. The master didn't have much time to pay attention to him, let alone accompany him. Ye Yian, who was still a boy, had to dispel the coldness and loneliness of Xiaogu in the mountains, so he could only play with himself. Blowing leaves is a toy he developed to play with alone. As for the songs he played, most of them were local folk songs.

I have been with me almost every day for nine years, and I picked it up at this time. Except for the initial awkward part, the one behind me is extremely fresh and melodious. It is hard to imagine that a thin leaf can actually blow such a vivid tune.

After the song was played, Ye Yian was about to throw the leaves casually, but suddenly he heard a cold voice on the back of his body and said, "It's a good blow, what kind of song is this?"

Ye Yian turned around and saw Lin Ziyue, the woman who fought against Lin Zixing, a man in Zibo at the beginning of the day.

She was still wearing a tender yellow seven-treasure skirt. She was so beautiful under the moonlight that she was not good, but her face was not good, and she had a strong sense of worry and fatigue.

Seeing that Ye Yian was about to get up to greet him, Lin Ziyue waved her hand impatiently, "What kind of song is this? Is there a lyric?"

"This is the local folk song "Xiangyang Music"" After saying that, he looked at Lin Ziyue's expression, and Ye Yian sang the lyrics with the tune:

When he set out in Xiangyang City in the morning, he arrived at the Great Dike in the evening. The daughters of the Great Dike were shocked by the eyes of the Great Dike.

There are three thousand three Jiangling, and the center of Xisaimo. But if you ask if you follow me, why do you plan to have a long road?

Lin Ziyue didn't say anything after listening quietly. She was speechless and Ye Yian had nothing to say. For a moment, the scene fell abnormally silent.

After a long time, "Your name is Ye Yian"

Ye Yian was surprised that she asked this question and was stunned for a moment, "Yes"

"What's the point of this name?"

This name was given by the master, but Ye Yian naturally would not say this, but simply replied: "This name comes from the "Return to the Return" by Mr. Jingjie, "Looking on the south window to express his pride, and looking at Yian's knees""

"Who is Mr. Jingjie? What do these two sentences mean?"

Ye Yian was stunned. Seeing that Lin Ziyue's temperament really didn't seem to be a person who didn't study, how could he ask such a question?

It was obvious that when Lin Ziyue spoke again, she was quite impatient, "The way is far away, even if a practitioner devoted himself to it, he still had insufficient time to read those idle books? But you, you claim to admire the gods, how many books have you read from San Qian Daozang?"

Although Lin Ziyue's tone was not good, what she said was really reasonable. Ye Yian smiled slightly, "I am so sad! Mr. Jingjie is Tao Yuanming, a poet saint of the Six Dynasties Yuanjia. The meaning of these two sentences is to look out from the south window and use the beautiful scenery outside the window to express his proud feelings. Although he is in a cramped room, he feels comfortable and at ease."

After listening to it, Lin Ziyue did not say anything, but changed the topic again, "I heard from my senior brother that you have a false spiritual root, and you can't practice at all, but the hard work you have worked hard in the past few months is beyond the reach of Fengge Mountain. What do you think, why do you have to do something futile?"

He said whatever he thought of, and did not care about stimulating others at all. Lin Ziyue was really sharp. In the moonlight, Ye Yian leaned against the ancient tree and smiled faintly, "If he didn't try his best, how could he know it was futile? It would be futile. If he didn't try his best to try the last time, how could he feel at ease?"

Lin Ziyue turned her eyes to Ye Yian and looked at him carefully, "The mountains have been very uneasy recently. Be careful, otherwise something really happens. Don't blame me for not reminding you." After that, the woman did not stop and turned around to patrol other places.

My mom...

Compared with this self-proclaimed, the words that just now pierced the "pseudo-spirit root" are nothing! This woman looked so beautiful but her temperament... Ye Yian looked at Lin Ziyue's back as she was gradually moving away in the moonlight, and shook her head with a smile.

It has been five months since he entered Fengge Mountain. Although Ye Yian kept a distance from others, he always had dinner in the same dining hall. In addition, he heard these words in scattered ways, which was enough to make him understand the basic situation.

Fengge Mountain has not a long history. Decades ago, Lin Ziyue's grandfather made great reputation in the world of cultivation with his extraordinary talent, urgent personality and long-lasting and good dancing skills. He founded the Fengge Mountain lineage at its peak.

But before Fengge Mountain was established, Lin Ziyue's grandfather responded to the call of the Taoist sect to join the Battle of Demon Control. Although he made great contributions, he failed to survive in the end. Fortunately, his son and daughter-in-law were able to be regarded as capable and spent twenty years to make Fengge Mountain stand firm. However, in another Battle of Demon Control three years ago, Lin Ziyue's parents, who were determined to inherit the family tradition, sprinkled blood in the Western Xinjiang again, leaving only one bone and blood.

Fifteen-year-old Lin Ziyue became an orphan. At the same time, Fenggeshan, the burden of a daughter, was caught off guard and pressed on her tender shoulders. Although she was a stubborn and even though she had her parents' loyal brother Lin Zixing adopted by her parents, Fenggeshan, which had already had some congenital deficiencies, inevitably declined.

First, the disciples were scattered, and then the Dinghuo Dan Master, who was indispensable in each sect, also bid farewell one after another. To this day, it is actually quite difficult to say that Fengge Mountain is a sect. The once lively villa on the mountainside was already empty, and even on the top of the mountain were only eleven people, Lin Zixing and Lin Ziyue, five boys who had never made pills, and four ordinary people who were responsible for cleaning and eating. These four were two couples, and the parents of two boys.

It is already miserable to a sect to this point, and what's even worse is that it is not peaceful. As for the reason, besides the spiritual eye, the biggest cause of trouble is the purple-stem and red fruits planted in the medicinal fields. This thing is a must-have item for external alchemy Taoist Ding Fire Alchemy. It is within a radius of thousands of miles, and it is best produced by Fengge Mountain.

Now Fengge Mountain no longer has its own Dinghuo Alchemy, and these purple-stem red fruits have become the only thing that can be exchanged for elixirs, which is naturally valuable. In this way, conflicts inevitably break out.

Every man is innocent, and he is the one who has a treasure, especially Fenggeshan, who has such a weak strength, and the result can be imagined.

Occasionally, Ye Yian was even surprised how Fenggeshan could still stick to this day? And how many difficulties Lin Ziyue encountered and how much pressure did she bear?

Isn’t this accident that a beautiful and beautiful woman has such a sharp and powerful personality?

After knowing this, Ye Yian occasionally felt a little sympathetic when he saw Lin Ziyue. This is also the fundamental reason why he was not angry at all when facing Lin Ziyue's tone.

No matter what, Lin Ziyue and even the Lin family, which seems to have a tragic color of fate, are actually worthy of admiration.

But Lin Ziyue’s method of dealing with the Fenggeshan crisis is really not satisfactory. Is it because the authorities are confused?

Shaking his head, Ye Yian looked up at Yuesai and stood up and walked back. For Fenggeshan, he was just a passerby. What's more, although Lin Ziyue was melancholy and tired, no matter how difficult it was, every time she saw her from a distance, her waist was always straight and her expression was always so proud.

I’m afraid that such a proud person may not be willing to listen to the advice of her passerby?
Chapter completed!