They are the two freshmen who have been specially recruited except Cher in this session.
Besides Changfeng, only two people have participated in the entrance examination of Chuanzimen.
But they are losers.
Nachuanzimen failed in the entrance examination before that swamp.
Lost to Luo Changfeng!
At the moment, looking at HuangFuYiLuo Changfeng figure, the two of them are also hard to say in their hearts.
Jiang Manlou sighed, "If you knew that Xiangdaozong was a Chuanzi doorman, you should buy the grades of Chuanzi Gate."
Peng Jiu coldly sarcastically said, "Now my granduncle is really worthless!"
I don’t know if this has reached Huangfuyi’s ear, but Huangfuyi is not very well.
He looked back coldly at Peng Jiu, who felt a chill!
Immediately, all the freshmen held their mouths and swallowed all kinds of emotions of surprise and envy into their stomachs, respectfully calling out, "Let’s send two little granduncles."
Chapter 10 Small bamboo raft swimming downstream
There is a lake behind Zizhuxuan.
It is more appropriate to say that it is a lake than a river. This lake presents a pyramid shape, stretching from the front of Luochangfeng to the distance, getting narrower and narrower, and flowing through the narrow and steep mountain stream to the unknown distance.
Can’t see the scenery behind the mountain stream. Luo Changfeng couldn’t help but have some beautiful fantasies about the other side of the mountain
Huangfuyi is not a kind person. He has no communication with Luo Changfeng all the way. He has always been like this. Luo Changfeng lived alone in Xiashan for three years. He can’t communicate with people except at the beginning of the month. He is more adaptable to silence than anyone else.
He and HuangFuYi came to the front of this lake.
Not far away, a row of bamboo rafts stopped at a ferry crossing. Luo Changfeng thought that it should be taken by Brother Huangfu.
Bamboo rafts naturally come from Huangfuyi.
He came to the ferry to untie the knot of the stake by the lake and then tied the bamboo raft
Los Changfeng didn’t speak and followed.
There are two bamboo futons in the bamboo raft, Huangfuyi, sitting at the end of the raft and sitting cross-legged on the bamboo pole Luo Changfeng.
Bamboo rafts, lakes, rivers, drifting lakes, and the wind blowing on the face is sparkling, which is gentler and a little moist than the cool breeze in the courtyard.
The sun shines on the lake like glittering gold. There are birds singing in the forest behind the lake. The fish are scattered and the small bamboo rafts swim along the river. At this moment, Luo Changfeng and Huang Fuyi seem to be in harmony with this quiet and peaceful world.
Regardless of each other, regardless of you and me
It’s like a painting. It’s not that they are painted with this landscape, but that the lake and river in front of the forest behind them are painted with their background.
Bamboo rafts led into this mountain stream.
This mountain stream is like a door, which isolates the two worlds.
A moment ago, Luo Changfeng dreamed that the first-line diva would be full of flowers, willows and green, and the spring was full of vitality. However, when they hit the door and entered the first-line diva, a cold wind blew and Luo Changfeng shivered with little warning.
A snowflake suddenly fell from his eyes and his conscious hand touched it.
The snowflake instantly melted and the fingertips stayed cold.
He looked at the two sides of the strait as poor as silver and the world as clean.
That tree, that flower, that branch and that willow are all crystal clear as jade.
I don’t know how long it has been formed. Everything in the glacier is still, only thick snowflakes fall and fall. The glacier has frozen into ice and melted into water.
When the small bamboo raft makes it into this world, there is naturally another kind of things, which also gives this glacier more vitality.
Huangfuyi seemed to see that Luo Changfeng was the first to break the silence and said, "This is the Glacier of Ten Thousand Years. It is said that the bodhi old zu took a fancy to this Glacier that year before he chose to set up a line outside the monastery. Since Master really moved here to live in seclusion, there has been another name here!"
Los Changfeng nodded his head.
Although he didn’t look back, he believed that Huangfuyi could see it.
This is the first time he has heard of the name Forgetful Sichuan, and there is an extremely cold feeling in his heart that almost freezes him.
Perhaps it is because he has reached the realm of wisdom that God communicates with heaven and earth so that he can see what ordinary people can’t see, realize what ordinary people can’t realize and feel what ordinary people can’t feel.
He could see silence and coldness from these three words, and his heart was dying.
Huangfuyi docked the bamboo raft beside the glacier and boarded the glacier.
Luo Changfeng followed closely.
An accident slowly turned into joy and became a carnival.
Since he was a child, he envied his father’s ice and snow gods, clamoring to grow up to be the same ice and snow gods.
But he lacks an excellent training ground most.
He heard his father say that the first and most important requirement for cultivating the ice and snow gods is to find a world like ice and snow.
However, there is no better place to cultivate the ice and snow gods than to forget about Sichuan.
Moreover, the marksmanship of Luohe Luojia’s home in Youlong also needs to be displayed in the world of ice and snow to exert its real power. It can be said that this forgetfulness is a carefully selected training ground in Tianluo Changfeng.