The wind is blowing, the snow is falling.

It is a kind of flower that carries the memories of Tushanling and Huarong.

Qingqiu is located in the south and almost does not snow. Zhushan is a little northerly than Qingqiu, but it is still in the south and almost does not snow.

Tushanling heard the fellow practitioners talk about the snow scene in their hometown and was so envious. He was so fascinated by the sound. He turned around and planned to sneak down to Zhushan and go north to Beixianshan to watch the snow.

A fellow practitioner's hometown is Beixian Mountain. He said that last year, Uto City at the foot of Beixian Mountain was covered with heavy snow and the snow piled up to the second floor. She imagined that she jumped down from the third floor and fell into the snow with a thud. It must be very exciting.

It’s a pity that her plan was reported by Song Qian before she could implement it.

As soon as winter began, Daozu held her by her side, and she had no chance to slip away. Her mind kept thinking about ways and she became a little dazed.

"Little Fox!"

Putting one hand on your shoulder, Tu Shanling suddenly came back to her senses, "It's you, little cat."

Huarong stretched out a hand and covered Tu Shanling's forehead, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I called you for more than a dozen times but didn't agree."

Tu Shanling looked around vigilantly, sure that Song Qian would not suddenly appear from somewhere, and only told him what had happened in more than a month.

Hua Rong laughed, "Isn't this simple? You come to Muyuetan tonight and I'll take you to see the snow."

"Ha." Tu Shanling was afraid that someone would hear his excited laugh, so she quickly covered her mouth.

Huarong blinked at her and left with a stack of sun-dried clothes.

At that time, he had just been to Zhushan for half a year and was just a choreographer. He was waiting for him to do a lot of chores. He really couldn't leave and had to wait for the evening no matter what action he had.

Finally waiting until evening, Tu Shanling hurriedly threw away Song Qian and secretly arrived at Muyuetan.

She arrived, but before the flower rose arrived, she picked up a big stone and sat and waited.

It was the full moon, and the moon was big and low. She narrowed one eye and poked the moon with one finger, as if it could really poke it.

In the silver light of the moon, there were tiny things floating by. She opened her eyes wide in surprise, blinked a few times, and looked again. The snow in the sky drifted by the wind, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

She rushed forward excitedly, reached out to pick up the white snowflakes, and didn't care if her shoes were wet with the stream.

"Do you like it?"

"like."

"Are you happy?"

"Happy."

Hua Rong jumped off a tree, carrying a small cloth bag in his hand. He walked to Tushanling, grabbed something from the cloth bag, and sprinkled it into the sky, and the snow like goose feathers fell down one after another.

"Wow!" Tu Shanling happily circled in the snow.

She didn't know what those "snow" were, but the next day, she knew it.

The next day, she went to practice with Taoist ancestors as usual. From a distance, she saw a man holding his ear and kneeling in front of the door of Taoist ancestors' quiet room.

That person is Hua Rong.

There were dozens of flower pots of various sizes in front of Huarong, and there were paintings written by Taoist ancestors on the flower pots. It was certain that it was a flower pot made by Taoist ancestors himself. Then the ones planted inside must be Taoist ancestors’ treasured pimples, but the flowers in the flower pots disappeared, leaving only a bare bar.

Tu Shanling approached, and Hua Rong still shook her eyes.

She pointed to the flower pot and asked silently "this".

Huarong nodded and smiled.

Tu Shanling smiled and rubbed Hua Rong's head, entered the quiet room, and slapped heavily in front of the desk.

"I will have a share of those flowers."

Taishang Daozhu glanced lightly, "You are loyal."

Tu Shanling was about to ask if there was no need to punish him, but who knew Zu said, "Then you go and accompany him."

Tu Shanling left without saying a word.

Hua Rong was obviously stunned when she saw Tu Shanling coming out.

Tu Shanling rubbed Hua Rong's head again, cushioned the book on the ground, and knelt next to Hua Rong.

Only after kneeling for a day did she realize that the flowers that were pulled into naked poles were called Fengpiaoxueyue.

What a beautiful name.

"Who is this? He is so brave to ignore human ethics and pay tribute to rebellion."

A roaring wind and snow were picked up, and then it was thrown heavily to the ground, and the petals were dispersed.

Tu Shanling looked back with a calm expression, as if the waiter scolded her had nothing to do with her.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Song Qian looking at her, with some regrets in her eyes.

Pity?

What are you sorry for?

Tu Shanling wanted to tell the difference carefully, but Song Qian had already stepped forward.

The waiter threw the flowers, as if he was not satisfied. He was scolding and stomping on his mouth, and stomping on his feet. A beautiful flower of wind and snow was ruined into flower mud in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was a shadow of someone at his feet. The waiter looked at the shadow and froze, "Zhong, Chongguangjun."

Song Qian's aura was cold and his eyes were even colder.

The waiter's knees softened and he knelt on the ground, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

He still remembered that someone insulted Tianleyuan Jun in front of Chongguangjun. Chongguangjun was in front of Fengxian Hall and drew his sword directly in front of the families. If it weren't for Zhanyuan Jun and Yunlin Gong, Chongguangjun would have killed that person at that time.

He was so unlucky today. He was actually heard by Chongguangjun. But Yunlin Gong had not come yet. I didn’t know that Zhan Yuanjun could hold Chongguangjun alone, which was really painful.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the wind and snow moon that had become a pool of mud. He trembled and pulled it over, held it in his hand, and looked at Song Qian with a flattering look.

Song Qian pressed the hand of the sword hilt and his joints turned white, as if he might explode at any time, drawing his sword to hurt people.

Song Qian never planted flowers and grass. The graceful wind and snow moon were probably not made by him. His current appearance was probably because Tu Shanling was scolded.

Tu Shanling smiled and shook her head.

She has always been committed to the principle of injustice and debt. She is scolded now, and it is not the waiter's fault. She has become the young waiter who does not know the truth. She may also scold the person who has lost his ancestor in such anger.

She walked to Song Qian and whispered: "Jun Chongguang, Zhan Yuanjun is still waiting for you."

Song Qian's cold aura was frozen for a moment and suddenly disappeared completely. He didn't even bother to give the waiter an extra look, and walked straight to the Song family's team.

The waiter raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, thanking Tu Shanling repeatedly.

Tu Shanling blinked and said with a smile: "Be careful next time, don't be caught by Chongkuangjun again. He is so serious."

The waiter deeply felt the same way. He thanked Tu Shanling again for her reminder. With the cover of the kneeling statue, he stuffed a pack of things into Tu Shanling's hand, "It's better to keep warm, it's better to keep a piece of it secretly."

In the middle of winter, it is colder at the foot of the mountain and even colder on the mountain. Disciples with low cultivation, who participate in the complete ceremony, will be not far from frozen into ice sculptures.

This is a truth that everyone knows, but no one except Zhushan people dares to use external forces to keep warm and attend the Shangyuan Temple Festival. They also dislike the world and the world, but they are very disrespectful to the Taoist ancestor!

The waiter is repaying goodwill with kindness.

The small cloth bag he gave Tushanling had the Zhushan logo on it, and even if other waiters saw it, they would not say much.

He nodded slightly at Tu Shanling and hurriedly escaped from this place of right and wrong.

Tu Shanling pinched the small cloth bag in her sleeves, smiled slightly, and walked towards the Song family team.

Song Yuan was having a headache, "Zi Mu, it would be fine if you didn't come, but you've come, but it's not appropriate to turn around and leave. Listen to your brother's advice, stay and endure for two hours, is that okay?"

Song Qian: "Not good."

Tu Shanling passed by and heard it all, and thought to herself: I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Song Zimu has become capable. This kind of casual spirit is really more and more. Maybe she was poisoned by her for too long and her "toxicity" lurked for too long. Once it occurs, it is particularly powerful.

Song Qian called Tu Shanling, "Where to go?"

Tu Shanling paused, stretched out a finger and pointed it at him slowly, with a confused face.

Song Qian raised his eyebrows, and the meaning was very obvious, "Didn't you ask who you are asking?"

Song Yuan held his forehead and looked at the sky.
Chapter completed!