Murong Tonghuang hesitated for a moment, and hammered His Highness Shizi's chest hard. At this moment, he no longer pretended to be seductive and charming, his brows were no longer gloomy, and he exuded a strange heroic spirit.
Xu Fengnian lay on the slope and said with a smile: "Chen Yu, who ranks second in Rouge's evaluation, is said to not lose to Nangong, you know?"
Murong Tonghuang nodded, but was at a loss as to why Chen Yu and Nangong were mentioned.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "That Nangong is a man just like you, with a white fox face, he is prettier than you. Now I am watching the secret book in the Tingchao Pavilion of Beiliang Prince's Mansion. When he comes out of the building, he may be the number one in the world. It’s over. My two swords, Chunlei and Xiudong, originally belonged to him, but later I gave one to him and borrowed the other.”
Murong Tonghuang laughed and said: "You explain again, be careful to be treated as no silver three hundred taels here."
Xu Fengnian was relieved, with a lot of knots in his heart, he could help the siblings untie the knot, and deal with the mess of the Xuanyuan family. As for Murong Tonghuang's life trend, he only needed to lay down the foreshadowing that could not be called a foreshadowing , and then no longer take care of it. This game of chess really has to be learned from that old monster Huang Sanjia, don't worry about drawing tiger dogs, let's talk about it after learning. Xu Fengnian had no reason to think of the dragon and tiger mountain celestial being who came riding a dragon in his dream, Zhao Huangchao, this Zhao is not Zhao from the Zhao family of Tianshi Mansion, Xu Fengnian has not yet figured out whether it is a dream or reality, if it is the truth , Why didn't the girl who had been climbing up the cliff all night didn't respond? Even the old sword god Li Chungang didn't notice it! But it should be regarded as a spring and autumn dream. Everything that the white python said to the black dragon and the middle-aged Taoist Zhao Huangchao is well-founded, especially the Zhangxu Tianlong rising from the cliff, which is almost the same as "Spring Thunder and Evil Jiao Jiao". It is exactly the same as in the picture of startled dragon. This picture of heavenly king and heavenly woman was made by a great Qi refiner, supplemented by evil prophecies. Xu Xiao and Li Yishan mentioned it.
His Royal Highness didn't know that not long ago in Huishan, someone happened to look at the dragon and tiger with him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood on the Wangjiang Terrace of the Wending Pavilion. The two stood against a railing. Pulling up the collar of his fur coat, the old man with frosted hair on his temples smiled and said: "Is it cold? You lazy girl, like your father, is unwilling to contribute in martial arts. Martial arts doesn't have to be about fighting and killing to strengthen your body." Fitness is fundamental."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks were flushed by the strong wind blowing from the river to the wall of Guniugang, he shrank his neck and said coquettishly, "It's not too late to learn now."
Xuanyuan Guoqi, who hung an ancient sword named Baopu on his waist, smiled and said nothing.
The old man is the only seedling of Huishan Xuanyuan's generation. After one defeat after another, the old ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan retreated and practiced. The beam was supported by Xuanyuan Guoqi. When he was young, he was unknown. The sword god Li Chungang missed the opportunity to fight, and it took nearly 20 years to become famous. In the first battle down the mountain, he chose the hardest sword tomb of the Wu family as a sharpening stone, forcing King Wu's sword to draw its sheath. Martial arts praised the late bloomers, and they have made friends all these years. Not long ago, I went to Dongyue Jianchi, and defeated six sword puppets with one sword. The reputation is closely behind Deng Tai'a. I don't know that there are rumors in the world that Xuanyuan Guoqi will replace Wang Mingyin It is true or false that the supplementary became the eleventh.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said softly: "I heard that Li Chungang is beside the Prince of Beiliang."
The old man flicked the scabbard lightly with his fingers, and the ancient sword trembled in the scabbard, which overwhelmed the whistling mountain wind, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng was no different. The old man sneered and said: "Li Chungang used to be a swordsman, but when he became a running dog of Beiliang, it is really disappointing! I thought I would go to this senior swordsman to compete with him when I came back from Jianchi. Although it is easy now, I don't know if Li Chungang will return. Are you worthy of unsheathing this Baopu sword?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, isn't that old man the eighth?"
Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently and said, "Girl, don't play aggressive tricks. You know that once the realm of swordsmanship regresses, if you want to advance bravely and diligently, especially for a master of Li Chungang's realm, the difficulty is not worse than that of crossing tribulation and ascending? As long as it is not a sword fairy Layer, your grandpa can fight. If the eighth is real gold and silver, it's okay to say, if it's just because of Li Chungang's unparalleled heroic appearance in the past, he only gave a name, and I can just pierce the fig leaf. It's better to lose the old sword god with a wooden horse and an ox and one arm to Baopu's sword than to be used as a stepping stone by those young people."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, but the old man waved his hands and said, "Girl, go first, don't get caught in the cold. Your father, who is obsessed with reading, will nag me for a month."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng left Wending Pavilion with a sad face. Reading to dementia, how can you gain a foothold in the Xuanyuan family where Wu Chi gathers together? Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion, with bookshelves erected on both sides, a slender hand slowly wiped the secret books arranged according to the pronunciation of the initials, her eyes were dull. These ancient books touched by her fingers are full of martial arts secrets coveted by the world. She has read most of them and kept them firmly in her mind, because she knows that once she gets married, even if she is recruiting a husband, she will no longer be allowed to enter. Aspirations Pavilion, so these years she has been working hard to recite the content of the secret book, page after page, book after book, hoping that in the future, she can find a man she can rely on to prosper the team of eldest sons who have been exhausted by the scholar's father. The room, restore the atmosphere that the bulk should have.
After walking out of the Wending Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a determined face.
An old woman who took care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng came hurriedly and said in a low voice: "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back, and there are signs of dying from serious injuries."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked calmly: "Can it be saved?"
The old woman shook her head and said, "Ordinary tricks are sure to kill you."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood on the spot blankly, out of his mind.
The old woman said with pity: "Miss, this Yuan Tingshan will die as soon as he dies, just find another young man to take care of him."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips were pale, and he murmured, "I don't have this chance."
She turned around suddenly, walked past countless bookshelves in the attic, came to Wangjiang Terrace, and knelt down behind Xuanyuan Guoqi with a plop.
The old man who was so proficient at nourishing qi was just silent and didn't ask any questions.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng rested his hands and knees on the icy sapphire ground, and said in a deep voice, "I beg Grandpa to save Yuan Tingshan's life!"
Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that made outsiders puzzled, "If you want to have the ability to humiliate others, you must first have the ability to humiliate yourself."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body began to tremble more and more violently, and finally lay on the ground, heartbroken, sobbing: "Grandpa, why did the ancestors choose me for double cultivation! Why?! As long as grandpa can save Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan If he can stop the ancestor's ten knives, Qing Feng won't have to go to Gun Niu to surrender!"
Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a seven-point shape similar to Xuanyuan Guoqi walked into Wangjiang Terrace with a cough. He wore a towel in a bun. Behind him, there was a pool of scarlet blood.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said angrily: "Jingcheng, since you are not in good health, don't wander around!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly: "Life and death are fate, just accept fate."
Xuanyuan Guoqi, who turned his back on the father and daughter, waved his sleeves, obviously very angry.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng exchanged the Taoist book into the bloody hand, clenched it tightly, bent down, and wanted to support his daughter with his free hand.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak in his hands and feet, but at this moment, for some reason, he surged up with strength, and slammed his biological father's hand, cursing with resentment and crying: "You are not worthy!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, had a bitter face and said softly: "Go, your mother will warm a pot of angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up staggeringly, and staggered out of Wangjiang Terrace, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a determined and desolate back.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was angry and mourned his misfortune, raised his voice and reprimanded: "Look, you lost all the face of your family in order to marry a shabby shoe that was a perfect wife, what have you been doing all these years?! "
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Read."
"Read the Spring and Autumn Days."
"Reading Taoism does nothing."
"Read Buddhist compassion."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said every word, in a very slow tone. Indeed, it's not that he has a mild temper, how can he bear the pressure of rolling his eyes for the past twenty years, the other two families are already riding on his head to shit and pee, but this scholar has never said a word, just reading.
"Jingcheng wants the ancestors to know that his so-called integration of the three religions doesn't make any sense."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.
Xuanyuan Guoqi raised his eyebrows angrily, wishing he could slap this incompetent but demonic son to death with one slap.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, gripped the "Moral Forbidden Lightning Curse", blood seeped more and more into the page, and said: "Since you can't become a real immortal..."
"Shut up! Outrageous thing!"
Xuanyuan Guoqi slapped his son on the face, flung his sleeves and walked away.
Obviously, if this middle-aged scholar is allowed to continue talking, it will only be even more insane.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who had been slapped across the face, looked at the dragon and tiger indifferently.
It stands to reason that with the strength of Xuanyuan Guoqi's hands, even if he is restrained, the marks on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face will never disappear in an instant.
When the Aspirations Pavilion was empty, he threw out the "Moral Forbidden Curse" and jumped over the fence.
He flew out of Guniu Dagang, and went straight to the surface of the Longwang River.
When falling into the air, he stepped on the books with his toes, and swept across the sky obliquely, like an eagle or a falcon.
The real people in the world are close at hand and unknown.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng drifted across the Longwang River, the toes landed on the bank for the first time, and a big hole was blown out, the second step was slightly smaller, and the third step was repeated, seven steps in a row, stepping on the hole step by step, like a lotus flower blooming.
Every step a lotus flower, every step a lotus grows.
After seven steps, there was no dust on the ground.