
A Pot of Warm Spring Snow
春温雪一壶
by Mo Ci Vernacular (墨词白话)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 39k Words
- Chapters
- 10
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Updated
- 3mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Stats
Tags
- ThemeMartial Arts
- POVTop-Lead (Gong)
- Age18+
- Coming of Age
- Destined Pairing
- Lighthearted
- Sweet Story
- Xuanhuan
Synopsis
A pot of warm spring snow, waiting for friends in the scenery. Neighbors look at the beautiful scenery in the garden, not knowing who the flowers mean. —————————————————————— The Zixiao lineage is a branch within the Xuanqing sect. Unlike the ascended master, Taoist Priest Zixiao, who succeeded Yan Tianshu, is very low-key in the eyes of others, practicing seriously and living an ordinary life. Except for picking up four destined noisy disciples. The cold Linyuan Peak adds a bit of fireworks. Cang Wu was steady and sensible, Jing Xing was extremely intelligent, Rong Jin was cute and cute, Yi'er was lively and straightforward, and the days passed in a noisy way. I don't know what time the morning bell sounded. The child was looking forward to becoming an adult. He was very happy and decided to practice in seclusion. Leaving the younger disciples under the care of the older disciples, Cang Wu is cheerful and upright, and with Jing Xing's assistance, there won't be any big problems. There were flowers and cranes singing in the mountains, and everything was peaceful. When Ling Xiao came out of seclusion again, he was confused by the silence inside the door. After calculating that the four of them were safe, they sat down to make tea and then used the water mirror to see the current situation of the disciples. I saw the flash of sword light and the sharp red clothes. The third disciple, Murong Jin, stood among the crowd, completely losing his charming appearance. Her eyes were filled with blood, and the moment the sword stabbed her lifeline, the situation was decided. The people running away in a panic screamed something, which was embarrassing. Priest Zixiao couldn't help but think that the daughter's red as a dowry would probably never be opened, and could be replaced as a birthday gift in a certain year. The second disciple, Jing Xing, was strolling in the pavilion. Spring was in full bloom, just like before. Ling Xiao nodded happily and replaced the four disciples. "Everyone, wait a minute! I see that guy is cunning! Why don't we work together to catch him!" "I *Xia Guo swears*, you kid said it nicely, who knows what you are planning!" I saw that in the busy temple fair, there was a mixture of fish and dragons, martial arts skills were flying, and everyone was competing with each other. It was very lively, but what did this have to do with Su Yunyi? Ling Xiao skillfully searched for his little disciple among the various stalls under the green lights and red silk. I saw a hand stretching out from the five-colored cloth, uncovering the curtain, taking two taels of cakes, and throwing six copper plates, but the sky next to it collapsed. Several times, the light of the knife passed along the hair, and I was happy to eat. I took the time to say congratulations to Cai. There has been progress in Qinggong, but the sword has been thrown away somewhere, and the lessons have been neglected. It is necessary to practice more in the morning, the master sighed. The water waves are flowing, and the scenery that comes into view is too familiar. The blue sky and the scenery should meet here. The peach color is bright and the shadows of the leaves are sparse. Although the scenery outside the pavilion is good, the scenery inside the pavilion is even better. For the sake of this junior's face, Master thoughtfully withdrew the previous announcement and decided to resend the letter of reunion after drinking tea, leaving no one free. "Master! I was fooling around... Ah, no, I'm back! It smells so good! Is there anything delicious?" "Yun'er, clean your hands first." "I'm so hungry. Master is burying new wine? This place wasn't originally the place where Senior Sister's daughter is red? Why add another jar?" "Less." "... Uh, master, my senior sister has mastered the art of swordsmanship. Is there any possibility?" "Not for Jin'er." "Not senior sister? Then...! Then I can drink it soon?!" "Not so fast." "Ah...(′-д-) No, right... Senior Brother failed..." "Junior brother, what are you talking about with Master?" "Hello, Senior Brother! Σ(`艸´;)!! No, it's nothing!" ———————————————————————— Note: The main cp is double clean, the deputy cp is not, free article, annual update series The Supreme Immortality of Martial Arts is a fantasy fictional history and an ascension system, not a traditional martial arts. The story is slow-paced and mainly writes about the daily life of Zixiao's family. Senior brother Cangwu is the main perspective, and the characters will be changed occasionally. The main cp is Wu Jing, the senior brother Cang Wu is the attacker, 1v1 double clean, write some wood blossoms who can hit straight balls and critical hits, mainly eat sweets, slow-burning, warm daily life of an old couple. The third senior sister, Murong Jin, is uniquely beautiful, sincerely devoted to the Tao, and has a key to pointing to, but it is a pity that she is a piece of iron and stone. The fourth junior brother Su Yunyi has a reincarnation inheritance, and he is a pair in every life, but not just in one life. CP is very good at fighting, so in every sense, let us wish him good luck. (1V is too much, buy it and leave it, be careful of blood loss) Master Ling Xiao has CP, he is not from the sect, he comes from the secular world. It was an inexhaustible wildfire and a thousand layers of snow, but the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the old friends were no longer there. When the green hair turns into snow and the city tiles pile up, can you feel at ease in this prosperous age? (1V1, let's talk about the elders' stories. The road is ruthless and I dare not miss my old friends) There are also deputy CPs to be determined, including Dao and Feijie, and friends from other sects. Occasionally, my head gets hot and I write poems that don't rhyme. I hope I can tap x Intention: I always think about the good scenery and cannot keep it, and go to the horizon before I miss my heart.
