v2 Chapter 678： Female Qingxi (1/2)
Gu Qingfeng rode the old horse, while remembering, while admiring the surrounding scenery.
Slowly came to the foot of Wuse Mountain. Two young disciples were guarding the gate. Gu Qingfeng said the purpose of the trip and stated that he came to visit the seniors of dead wood. The disciples who guarded the mountain gate did not embarrass him, but only responded to the approaching Wuser Flowers bloom, Wuseshan is busy, and there is no time for hospitality.
Speaking of it, it is not difficult to enter Wuseshan quietly with the skill of the ancient breeze. Even if Wuseshan is shrouded in powerful formations, it is as easy as him to enter an uninhabited land.
However, if you think about it, it's fine.
It ’s not a big deal to visit, anyway, it ’s okay to wait a few more days anyway.
What's more, he also knows that Wuseshan has no outside or inside door. There is no personal discipleship and no mixed service. Anything from the elders to the disciples must be done in person, or wait for the five-colored flowers to fall, and wait for the seniors to finish their work.
Taking advantage of this few days, I would like to take this opportunity to appreciate and appreciate the sea of colored flowers. When I was about to leave, a woman came from the distance.
This is a woman who looks gentle and touching. She is wearing a light blue dress, her long hair naturally hangs behind her, fluttering slightly with the wind, giving a very quiet and feminine feeling.
”Sister Qingxi, you are back.”
When the two disciples guarding the mountain gate saw the woman, they immediately stepped forward to say hello.
The woman named Qingxi nodded slightly, reported a smile, and then looked at Gu Qingfeng and asked, ”This is”
The two disciples told the situation again. It seems that Qingxi didn't expect someone to visit the dead wood elder, and she is still a young man. In her impression, the old wood elder has rarely gone out since the end of antiquity, even if someone Most of them are old friends, and never have young people come to visit.
”I don't know why my son visited Elder Deadwood?”
What happened?
Gu Qingfeng who asked this question really did n’t know how to answer for a while. He just wanted to see the seniors withered. There was nothing important. By the way, if I could help you, I could not help thinking about it. Saying this, he groaned for a moment, and responded, ”After passing by here, I am a senior of Deadwood, and come here to visit.”
”So it is.”
Qingxi nodded and responded softly: ”However, near Wu Shui Hua, Wu Shui Shan is busy with this matter, and Elder Mu is the host of the Wu Shui Flower Party. His elders are afraid that he will not have time to receive you.”
”No problem, I'll wait a few days.”
Gu Qingfeng was surprised when he heard about the Five-Colored Flower Festival, and asked, ”Are you still in the Five-Colored Flower Festival?”
Wu Shui Hua is a grand event hosted by Wu Shui Mountain. It is held almost every year when Wu Shui Hua is blooming.
In his impression, the so-called five-colored flowers would be that some elegant and elegant visitors would exchange some fairy arts while admiring the five-colored flowers, and the exchanged fairy arts were not matrix formations, martial arts, and more mainly piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The reason why Wuseshan's Jiujue Solitary is known as Jiujue is that each of them has his own mastery, or is proficient in music, calligraphy, painting, or chess, and so on. His predecessors are familiar with music, In ancient times, it was one of the best masters of music in Northwest China. The ancient breeze knew the rhythm with the seniors of dead wood at the Five-Color Flower Fair.
I just didn't expect that for so long in the past, Wuseshan still insisted on holding the Wusehua Festival every year.
”I heard that Senior Dead Wood is not injured? Does it seem to be inconvenient? Why does his old man preside over the flower party?”
”I haven't hosted a flower party for a long time. It's been about a hundred years.”