Feng Jiuxiao frowned, although he was dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to nod.
Back to Jiuzhong Tiangong.
"Big brother, what do you mean by Lord Long, play with us?"
Ji Liuhe drank the wine in the gourd, grabbing the big chicken thigh with one hand and gnawing.
The luxurious seats made by Jin Yu were splashed with his drinks and oils.
"To get the first place in the eight-door competition, it would be easy for us in the age of the three brothers..." "The problem is, the eight-door competition must be an eight-door middle-aged person who has not participated in the competition."
On the opposite chair, a thin man was playing with a few dice with a wicked smile.
The man was dressed in a colorful gold embroidered robe. Not only was he holding a dice in his hand, but his clothes were also patterned with Pai Gow.
"The third child, you play in the eight-door gambling house every day. You know which little guy of our Shenlong clan now, can you get the eight-door game first?"
Ji Liuhe asked.
"Second brother, are you stupid, let me find a good fight from the gambling house?"
"Eh
It seems not quite right... Qi Sanchuan, you kid, what else can you do besides playing money
Can you do something serious! ? "
"You fat man, you are serious when you drink and eat meat every day
The eldest brother’s baby boy is hurt, don’t you think I’m in a hurry? "
"Oh... my poor nephew..." Feng Jiuxiao sat on the dragon chair at the top, cursing impatiently: "You two! Shut up!"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan were anxious and calmed down.
"One knows how to eat and drink, and the other knows to gamble. It's the Six Tribulations Azure Dragon, the wild Six Tribulations, but it's not even better than you!"
"Big Brother, I won't accept what you said. I haven't beaten it. Who knows?"
"Lin Wan's ambush on all sides can make you helpless, but it is in Feng Xiaotian's hands... what do you think?"
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan curled their lips, a little unable to refute them.
"That magical skill is also a jerk..." Ji Liuhe muttered.
"I'm afraid it's your eldest brother to kill that kid," Qi Sanchuan said.
"Don't you understand the meaning of the patron saint
The patron saint has already cherished talents. At this time, if we go to the wild to kill people, we will die first! "
Ji Liuhedao.
Feng Jiuxiao was silent for a while, and said: "Second, you go to the door and find some good seedlings that can be used.
The third child, go to the other seven gates and see who they can use for us..." "I can pick eight newcomers this time. In addition to the first place, I am bound to win. The first eight, our Shenlong clan will have it! "
Ji Liuhe happily got up, "Hey, I just like your temper, big brother!"
"Brother, let's do it right now, from Hongmeng to Wilderness. There is no gambling house I'm not familiar with!"
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "You don't want to lose your mind..." At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in reckless clothes with a flattering smile walked in.
Behind him were hundreds of graceful and graceful women.
"Palace Master! There are a total of 137 tribute girls from the clan this time. Please also the palace owner to accept them!"
Feng Jiuxiao looked helpless, "Isn't this just the tribute the year before last?"
The middle-aged man directly knelt down, and a group of girls also knelt down.
"Palace lord! For the prosperity of the Shenlong clan, please also the palace lord to be involved!!"
"Palace Master, please!"
A group of women were also very eager, and some began to cry.
Feng Jiuxiao sighed, "Finally, for the sake of Shenlong, this palace lord will leave you..." "Thank you for the palace lord for taking in! The palace lord is tired for my Shenlong clan!!"
Feng Jiuxiao smiled bitterly, "Don't blame you, all go to the harem..." The man hurriedly called a group of women up, "Hurry up and get dressed
In the future, you must take good care of the palace lord and open up branches and leaves for the Shenlong clan! ! "
Ji Liuhe and Qi Sanchuan screamed, winked at each other, and then left the hall... "Feng Jiuxiao, this beast!
"An ice-carved jade palace in Hongmeng is the Beihan Temple dominated by the Xuanming clan.
The lord Zhou Hankong sat at the top and slapped Xuanbing chair angrily.
"This time the Eight-Sect Competition, I need to make him the Nine Heavenly Palace, and there will be no more day to turn over!"
"Hallmaster, as far as I know, the Qianmen Zong family of the Shenlong clan, and many branches of the other seven sects, have many masters."
"I want to squeeze out the Shenlong clan from the eight places. It's impossible..." Several elders in the hall expressed their opinions one after another.
"What do you know
Eight places are not critical at all."
Zhou Hankong sneered: "We only need to get the first place, everything will change!"
Everyone was taken aback, and then they all understood! "Patron saint!?"
"good!"
Zhou Hankong said: "A wish to make a wish with the patron saint is enough for us Xuan Ming clan to suppress Shenlong clan!"
"Then we must find young talents who can be trusted by the clan and can win the first prize!"
"Can this work
Phoenix and Baihu also have many masters, as well as several strong clan Qingqiu and Zhulong..." Zhou Hankong interrupted everyone: "I already have a candidate."
"Who?"
"My youngest son, Zhou Xuwang!"
A weird gloom flashed in Zhou Hankong's eyes... A group of elders in the hall looked at each other, seeming to be very confused.
"Zhou Xuwang
Which young master? "
"I haven't heard of it, is it an illegitimate child?"
Everyone whispered quietly, but they didn't dare to say anything, and planned to investigate again in secret.
At the same time, the upstream Kanmen.
In a classical courtyard full of snow plums.
"Master False, Master False!"
The old man took a few servants and came to the yard.
The white young man in white clothes and white trousers, wearing pajamas and holding a volume of ancient books, was drinking hot tea alone and reading the ancient books.
"What's wrong?"
The young man asked back.
"The Hongmeng Beihan Temple has come to a handbook, the Lord Zhou Hankong, will be back soon, specially let the young master you go to see you!"
The youth looked indifferent and smiled and said: "I know, you can withdraw."
The old man said excitedly: "Master, you can be considered to be a little overwhelmed!"
Several servants in the courtyard also shed tears.
Zhou Xuwang put down the scroll, got up and stepped on the snow, and walked back to the house.
He closed the door and looked into the simple room, a white wall... Outside the house, the old man and a group of servants walked some distance away from the yard.
After crossing a bridge, the old man suddenly turned around in confusion and looked at a group of servants.
"What are you doing with the old man?"
"Butler, didn't you call us?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Look... See what young master?"
"Master
Where is the young master? "
"We came out of that yard." A maid pointed at the place where the snow plum blossoms were in full bloom behind.
The old housekeeper cursed, "Nonsense! The concubine and young man who lived there died in a well over a decade ago, and no one went into the abandoned courtyard. Where is the young master?"
A group of servants were taken aback for a moment, and then they all felt inexplicable.
"We don't know... Could we remember it wrong?"
The old housekeeper is too lazy to take care of it, "A bunch of lazy servants, don't they go to work?"
The servants were wronged, but they had to shake their heads and walk away.
At this time, Zhou Xuzuo was in the room.
The Jingminer’s lamp was beating, and a black shadow was projected on the wall... Gradually, behind the shadow, several pairs of black wings appeared to grow. Gradually, the shadow filled the entire wall... In Zhou Xulan’s eyes, the black light was beating... "Everything ,just began… "