The fifth lady against the sky

Chapter 77 Heading to Cloud City (5)
Feng Mutian took a serious look at the sleigh drawn by Feng Muxie, his eyes lit up, it was indeed a good idea, and he said happily: "Xie'er, it really does help to bring you out, I'll find a craftsman to do it, luckily the station Next to the town."

A few black threads fell from Feng Muxie's head, what does it mean to have some effect?The effect is great, okay? Haven’t you heard the wise master say that he can turn wars into good fortunes?Bian Pianzui, "Brother, you must ask the craftsman to paint a layer of tung oil on the wooden boards, so that walking on the snow will be faster."

Feng Mutian hurriedly took the drawings and went out to find the craftsman.

"Sister Wuyou, take out my gloves and hat, I'll go out and have a look." Feng Muxie ordered Wuyou.

Feng Muxie put on small cloud-trimmed deerskin boots and a white fox burqa, wrapped her petite body in the burqa, and put on deerskin gloves full of white fox fur inside.

Standing at the gate of the post station, looking from a distance, the sky is full of snow, dancing and fluttering, the bleak earth and lonely branches are all covered in white, wrapped in white.The fangs spread out and the feet ran on the snow, sometimes rolling on the snow, like a bird out of the cage.

"Sister Wuyou, go back, I want to walk by myself, and I'll be back in a while." Feng Muxie turned and said to Wuyou.

Worry-free said: "Miss, I'd better follow you, people here are unfamiliar, what if something happens?"

"It's okay, Sister Wuyou, I'm just walking around, don't you still have fangs to protect me? Besides, don't you know how to do martial arts? I'm leaving." You waved your hand.

Wuyou murmured in his heart: Miss, as far as your kung fu is not even a three-legged cat, a person who knows kung fu can take you down, it's not as reliable as Fang Fang's bloody mouth.

Everything is silent, only hear the north wind blowing, and stepping on the snow is like stepping on cotton candy.Seeing the row of little feet left on the snow, Feng Muxie smiled knowingly, thinking that if Xiahou Qianmo were here, what would be left would be one big and one small feet, as if vowing to grow old together certificate.

Seeing the fangs with the belly up and the four claws pointing straight up, the corners of Feng Muxie's mouth twitched, and the girl got nervous again.I grabbed a handful of snow from the snow and pressed it to the face of Fang Fang, who closed his eyes and was intoxicated. "Fang Fang, you are completely white now. I have always wanted to tell you something. Seeing that you look a little dick, you directly defiled your face." White purity."

As soon as the words were finished, Feng Muxie had the foresight to escape from the attack range of the fangs.

Fang Fang wiped the snow off his face with his paws, and glared fiercely at Feng Muxie, who was uncomfortable if he didn't taunt him, "Teng." He leaped up from the snow, flying with all four claws, chasing after him who had already escaped. Feng Muxie was more than 50 meters away.

Looking from a distance, on the white snow, a little girl carved with jade and a snow wolf are chasing each other. The little girl's silver-like laughter echoes on the snow.

"Fang Fang, look quickly, what is that in front of you?" Feng Muxie asked Fang Fang curiously when he saw a lump on the snow in front of him.Miss Feng Wu completely ignored the sadness that the fangs cannot speak.

Walking over, Feng Muxie raised her eyebrows. It turned out to be a person, a man, and most importantly, an old man, so to speak, an old man. "Hey, hey, old man, tell us if you die." Feng Muxie tentatively kicked the old man's leg.

His fangs hide his face, shame, shame, how can he talk when he is dead, this is the master who has a little bit of two hundred and five.Fang Fang swears, if God gives me another chance to re-elect a master, I will definitely keep my eyes open and choose a decent master.

Seeing that the old man hadn't moved, Feng Muxie raised her eyebrows. Could it be that he's dead?No way, it is very unlucky to meet a dead person when you are out of the house. If you see that this person is not authentic, just die if you die. How good it is to choose a place where no one will see it. Sincerely die on the road to add trouble to others.

The old man lying on the ground is the legendary old man Xuanji who ranks first in martial arts in the world, has excellent medical skills, everyone is frightened by the news, but everyone worships him, and there is no one before or since. Knowing who it is, whether it is a man or a woman, this apprentice will become a mysterious figure in the world.The old man Xuanji lives in Xuanji Valley. Xuanji Valley is located at the junction of the four countries, but it is more inclined to Nanzhao. I heard that there is Changchun all the year round, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is a very beautiful valley.

Every year, people go to Xuanji Valley to ask the old man Xuanji to take him as a disciple. The old man Xuanji refuses all of them. The surroundings of Xuanji Valley are full of strange formations. Those who try to break in will be trapped inside if they are unlucky. If it's better, it will die in it.However, old man Xuanji has an unruly rule that he can treat three people every year. How to choose these three people, as long as the old man Xuanji thinks it is pleasing to the eye, he can be treated. They can be ordinary people or noble people with prominent status.

Well, pull it away, and pull it back again.

The seemingly dying old man Xuanji lying on the ground was actually suffering from hunger and cold and a little bit of poison. The well-known old man Xuanji was so vulnerable, there was something else hidden.On the surface, he looks like he is going to visit Lord Yan, but in fact he is sane, but the old man Xuanji, whose claws are numb from the cold, is extremely happy when he hears that someone finally saw him, but he vomits blood inside when he hears Feng Muxie's words, don't tell me he doesn't speak Just treat yourself as dead?It is estimated that staying in the snow for another hour is really dead.

In order to survive, the old man Xuanji unleashed the potential of his whole body, and tried his best to utter a word, which was as beautiful as a mosquito humming.In adversity, people tend to exert their powerful potential, and the truth is absolutely the truth.

"Ah."

A painful groan reached Feng Muxie's ears.

"Yangya, did you hear any sound?" Feng Muxie looked around and asked Fangya, looking around for no one.

Fang Fang ignored Feng Muxie, Feng Muxie consciously thought that Fang Fang didn't hear either.

"Let's go, Fang, brother is coming back soon."

Feng Muxie cold-bloodedly ignored the "dead and living people" lying on the snow and prepared to go back to the station.Well, why can't I walk, lift my foot, still can't walk, lift my foot again, "Ah, fangs, help, there are monsters entangled my feet." Feng Muxie ran forward because of fear, As a result, he fell down in the snow and a dog ate shit.

(End of this chapter)