The notes blinked their big eyes. Marriage, for her, is not only a love that makes men and women love each other, but also a distant word, "If you get married, will you not be in Mandala in the future?"

Jixiang Tian smiled, "You, are you in such a hurry to drive me away? Play me a song."

Yin Note quickly waved his hand, "Sister, I am against it. In my life, you must find someone you like. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

The two came to the garden. The notes took out a scented incense ball made by themselves and placed it in an ancient copper incense burner. The soul fire ignited. When a wisp of white incense stood up, she took out the wooden comb rune zither, gently stroked her fingertips, and a harp leaned in her hand, breathing slightly. Then, her hands slid down the strings, and the sound of the strings trembled, and the sound began with the music.

The garden became more quiet due to the music. Little birds flew from all directions and fell around and listened quietly.

Jixiangtian looked at her with a smile. Amid the music of the notes, she also felt that the entanglement surrounding her heart in the past two days was gradually opening up, and the relaxed and joyful heart deep in her soul turned into a clear spring to make her more peaceful.

After the song was played, the birds around suddenly woke up, but they were still reluctant to leave.

"I want me to see, this time of roses, the progress of the small notes is the greatest." Ji Xiangtian reached out to stroke a little bird. The bird, who was usually extremely alert, was so confused at this time, "Your soul has reached the bottleneck of the tiger's top."

Yin Note nodded, his little face fell into memories, and he smiled sweetly unconsciously, "Well, but I always feel that it's still a lot short of it... It would be great if I could go to the Rose Temple again, Senior Brother Wang Feng gave me a lot of help."

Jixiangtian let the bird fly in his hand, and looked at the eyes that Yinnote shone because of the mention of Senior Brother Wang Feng, and she shook her head helplessly? Wang Feng is... very strange.

Yin Note suddenly came to his senses and looked at Ji Xiangtian, "Sister, are you really going to see that Pangjia Son?"

Ji Xiangtian nodded helplessly? "The elders all mean this. They don't eat people anyway? Let's see you."

The Son of Pangga, the grandson of the Lord of the Holy Church? The leader of the younger generation of the Holy City is said to have reached the ghost level? And his appearance is very consistent with the aesthetics of the Eight Tribes? He is very handsome...

Although it is not the best? But compared to the sexually lustful sea dragon and the cunning and the Nine God Prince, some of the advantages of Pangjia are too important? The intelligence network of the Eight Tribes is not bad, but there are some qualities that are not big in the eyes of those in power, and even the Auspicious Heaven does not have much choice.

Yin Note blinked and said, "But, sister, you don't like him." If you like it, Jixiangtian wouldn't come to her to play the piano and listen to the sound at this time.

Jixiangtian smiled, stood up, reached out and rubbed the head of the music notes, "I heard you have a very experienced look. Is there someone you like?"

The notes suddenly looked like cats with fur, "I don't!"

Subconsciously, she retorted, but after she said that, her little face was covered with uncertain question marks, "Actually... I don't know either, cough... By the way, sister, do you know? The Rose Temple is winning all the way, and Senior Brother Wang Feng is so awesome."

Ji Xiangtian almost wanted to knock on the little head of the notes, Wang Feng on the left and senior brother on the right. "How powerful is he? I heard that he has brought dozens of thunders."

"But the sky-bang thunder is also a weapon, just like my harp." Yin Note tried hard to defend the "Senior Brother Wang Feng" in her heart.

Ji Xiangtian shook his head and said, "The sky-bang thunder is not omnipotent. After all, it is a soul-powered weapon, so there is still a way to target it. Xifeng Temple is different. This is the real test of roses."

On the other hand, it was obvious that the evening party was not only Huoshenshan and Ice Spirit Hall, but more people joined one after another, including those who were close to Lao Wang's team, and those who were close to Huoshenshan or Ice Spirit Hall. They gathered together, and the number of people was one plus and then added, and the tables were constantly added. In the end, there were more than a dozen tables, eating and drinking in a vain. Liu gave in the first step, and there were the second step, and the third step, and finally he was almost angry and vomiting blood! Who knew that the Rose Team, which was obviously rat crossing the street, was there so many friends. He was not here to eat and drink on purpose, right?

When this person collapsed, he naturally wanted to drink two more glasses. If he drank a few more glasses, he would inevitably get drunk... When Lao Wang and his friends set off in the morning, they could still hear Liu Yishou's deafening snoring in the hotel lobby.

………The Xishen Peak stands like a single branch among the mountains, towering into the clouds, surrounded by clouds, more than twice the height of other surrounding mountains, and the Xishen Temple is on the top of this tallest mountain.

The top of the mountain is very flat, as if it was cut off by a sword, but this "sword" is a bit too large, with a radius of more than ten miles. Some say that this was done by gods in ancient times, while others say that it was made by man-made digging and leveling, disguised as a sword-cut, and the huge Xifeng Temple is located here.

From the Xifeng Town at the foot of the mountain to the Xifeng Temple at the top of the mountain, there are spacious and huge stone steps along the way, called Xifeng Temple. There are many small gathering points along the way open on the hillside for pedestrians to rest and drink water, etc. There are also cable cars next to it, but everyone chooses to walk. Lao Wang said that Xifeng Temple may be a fierce battle, but everyone still has to take the momentum of fighting each other to the other three to zero. Walking up the mountain is just a warm-up exercise.

It was not dawn when everyone went up the mountain, but along the way, there were already many enthusiastic people waiting. Almost all orcs, and most of them were doing business nearby. At this moment, only the orcs could support roses so neatly.

They set up their stalls early, or carried small stools to watch on the roadside. Yes, they are here to cheer for their compatriots, Kela and Udi! The pride of orcs, the light of the southern orcs!

Speaking of which, the mountains of Xifeng are close to the barren wasteland of orcs. There are many orcs here, even more than humans. However, they are not qualified to enter the Xifeng Temple and can only gather along the way, looking forward to it. They thought they would see Kolawudi, the Lao Wang team, take a cable car from above, but they didn't expect to see them running up the stone steps early in the morning.

At the beginning, the sky was dark, and many orcs were wondering if they had read it wrong, and they were a little disbelief, but with confirmation of exclamations spreading in the air, the orcs on both sides of the stone steps of the Xifeng Holy Road were all excited and cheered.

"Kola! Kola! Udi! Udi!"

"Come on, Lao Wang's team! You must win!"

"Come on Kelaudi! You must do your best when you arrive at Xifeng Temple! Give us a sigh of relief!"

The orcs shouted passionately, and after the previous four battles, Kola and Udi were no longer as shy as before, and they also responded generously to cheers from both sides.

Especially Udi, the bigger the scene, the more excited he seems to be. In fact, even in the light of the temple, no one is scolding them anymore. No matter how discriminates against orcs, he still retains the respect he deserves to the strong. Kola and Udi rely on their strength to be dignified.

The sky was getting brighter at this time, and the cables on the head were pulling quickly. Many cable cars were passing by quickly above the head. The guests who were going to watch the battle were attracted by the cheers of the orcs along the way and the Lao Wang team hiking up the mountain, and looked down curiously.

Some were surprised, but more, there were still deep contempt and funny things.

A team supported by slave-like orcs? Haha... it's really unusable.

Everyone marched up all the way. Except for Asiba, everyone else remained calm and his heart was not beating. At most, they were sweating a little on their vests.

Xifeng Holy Road is known to be another 99,999 steps, but Winnie just counted it carefully. It was only a few thousand stairs in total. It was not only a little bit away from the perfect number he boasted, but also surprised Winnie a little. If you have 70,000 or 80,000, I would have to endure it, only 20,000... How could the number of 100,000 or 10,000 yuan less than 100,000 yuan?

When you climb the last step, you will suddenly feel flat. On both sides of the staircase that is more than ten meters wide, there are neat welcome pine trees side by side, forming a spacious welcome platform. Most of the surrounding buildings are more temple-like, with pointed tower tops and curved eaves. They are built very grandly. Perhaps influenced by the modern Blade Alliance, there are also some main buildings that look more "modern", mixed with those temple buildings, forming a unique mixed landscape.

Fantesey was panting and sweating, standing on the top of the stone steps, looking at the surrounding peaks, feeling a little as he could see the small mountains.

"I, Fantesey, actually stood here..." Asiba still feels like dreaming.

No matter how serious the number of stone steps is fake, this is after all, it is one of the top ten sacred temples and one of the holy places in the minds of Blades. Blades were taught to enter since childhood to be a big success, and Asiba was no exception. But that kind of idea is only when he was dreaming when he was a child, he would occasionally let his imagination go once or twice. As for when he grew up, he didn't even dare to dream.
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