But Mu Hanchan gently stroked Lin Mengge's face with his hands.

"Ah! One or two silvers and one song! Why don't you rob it?" Lin Mengge said.

Lin Mengge screamed and stayed there.

"Okay, then." So the male cultivator went to inform.

"You, you?"

Then he wrote the second poem.

"ah?"

On the way back, Lin Mengge always snuggled in Mu Hanchan's chest, saying that Mu Hanchan must have been frozen and warmed him up.

But Mu Hanchan said, "No, I'll wait here for a week."

"Okay. I get it."

I whistle to the sky and my life is unfair, and my love is thirsty.

Lin Mengge said aggrievedly: "Then you just stand in the snow and freeze yourself!" After that, tears also appeared in his eyes.

Lin Mengge did not hear the old man’s implication at all, nor did he notice special meanings and other words. He said, “Then we have to see if your poems are of such value.”

It seemed as if there was a sound of fine ice breaking.

It turns out that the caves of immortal cultivators were built by themselves.

Unexpectedly, when Lin Mengge heard this, the tears completely turned into tears and she said with a choking feeling: "I will never be like this again, do you know?"

"Ah! Your hands are so cold, Mumu."

Mu Hanchan walked on the mountain road of Fenghong Mountain, but it started to snow again.

Generally speaking, snow will melt only when it encounters heat and then freezes again. The statue has no temperature, so naturally there will be no snow melting and freezing. Then the head, especially the face, should be without snow. Or it should not be completely covered.

Suddenly, Lin Mengge seemed to have noticed something and asked, "Hey? Senior brother, when did there be an extra statue on the mountain road?" After that, he went up to check it out.

Only then did the two who changed defense notice.

"I said I'll come to you."

After a while, the male cultivator came back and said, "Junior Sister Lin is in seclusion, and there is still one week left."

"Why are the eyes and face of this statue covered with snow?" Lin Mengge was a little confused.

It was already November.

Click!

But Mu Hanchan said: "One tael of silver is the income of the common people of the Great Yan Dynasty for a year."

Mu Hanchan said, "They won't let me in."

Lin Mengge finally came out. When he went out, the two gatekeepers who had been replaced also said: "Congratulations to Junior Sister Lin for successfully breaking through to the eighth floor of Ningyuan."

The two of them were surprised and asked, "Looking for Junior Sister Lin? Who are you?"

So he has to find a way to make a little bit of arrangement and build his own industry.

It is also the source of your own connections and spirit stones.

"Meng, Heqing."

Although there are strict redemption restrictions, Mu Hanchan has been granted gratitude based on his identity as a registered disciple of the Demon Sheng Sect in Yanmo Mountain, Yunyang Sect.

"ah?"

2. Phoenix Red Snow Sculpture

He said again: "That's all."

The old man pondered for a while and then recited the first poem.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Mu Hanchan wanted to sit cross-legged and practice, but the weather was probably not good.

"Wow!"

He had already keenly felt that the immortal cultivators below the Lingdan realm were very close to the world.

Lin Mengge first enjoyed the touch, and then protested, but he did not hide.

After hearing this, Mu Hanchan frowned and said, "Old sir, can you change your name? I don't like this name."

"Good name!" Mu Hanchan praised.

"I, I just think it's not good to be too high-profile for the first time." Mu Hanchan thought for a while and said.

Mu Hanchan hurriedly hugged him in his arms and patted Lin Mengge's back and comforted him.

The female cultivator said in surprise: "You are such a good playmate. You have come to find her across tens of thousands of miles."

The old man asked, "Does the girl know what is buying a wall with a daughter?"

"Sword represents a young man. Flower represents a girl. Separation represents separation, dreams, and meeting each other. Each word has a different meaning." The old man explained. Mu Hanchan said: "Anyway, I don't like this name, especially the first three words, I don't want to hear it again."

"Since Mumu doesn't like it, please change the poem with the old man!" Lin Mengge said.

"Why!"

Lao sighed and said, "Okay, I'll write a "Fu of the Immortal King"."
Chapter completed!