The Sword Qi Palace has always only accepted male disciples. In addition to qualifications and backgrounds, there is also an unwritten rule. It is not recommended to be a good-looking handsome man. It is best to consider the decency of the scale clan and not to mix with bad dates and miscellaneous melons. Everyone in the world knows it.
From this group of boys in brocade costumes who were obviously from Longting Mountain, Dugu Ji and others have been worried.
However, the lord of the Qi Palace, Yunyun, who was determined in the future, still taught Miss Liang that she couldn't help but put down the teacup. She almost turned her head and came back to her senses after hearing her lover's cough reminder. Fortunately, she didn't show her feet. Bei Yunhu's eyebrows were slightly flipped, as if she had a lot of opinions about this sentence, so she just resisted turning her head to see which shameless little devil was pronounced.
The boy named Yingfengse is tall and tall, dressed in white like snow, and has already hidden the body of an adult; his lips are fine and his childish facial features are handsome and sparse, but his furrows are deep like a knife, and this part does not look like a child at all.
There is also a way of speaking deliberately lowering your voice.
Being ambitious but not capable is just a joke.He looked serious, but he didn't look angry. He should be born with a cold face and was unavailable to laughing.Long Dafang, in your eyes, am I a joke?
The young man in brocade clothes, called Long Dafang, deliberately teased him, and turned around with a saliva. He hugged his shoulders and put on his back.
Senior brother, you can't be a joke.I have already taken this shortage. Even if you want to steal me, you will turn your back on me.
……screw you!The boy in white snorted and struggled away. The two of them pushed their arms and gradually smiled. They didn't want to laugh in front of outsiders, and they were like ordinary urchins.
Unexpectedly, it was the pale man who was like a zombie who spoke.
Long Dafang, you haven't made any progress in your mouth, and you are just trying to cause trouble!
The short young man in Jinyi was stunned and then recognized him. He opened his eyes wide and walked forward excitedly: The master was pulled by the young man in white.
What's the relationship!If you are not in your position, you will not do your politics.People look down on Fengyunxia, why should we stick to the hot face?He spoke coldly and resolutely, without any mercy. No matter what he took after the name "Master", he was not allowed to say it.
The boy in brocade looked completely embarrassed. As if he had heard a joke, he patted the boy in white with Fengse's arms as comfortedly, and smiled at Yang San and said: You, I'm so happy to greet my senior brother!Watch the seat.The young man in white sat down in the distance, got up and greeted the other brothers who came in sequence, took a few turns smoothly, and naturally walked back to the man, bowed and said intimately: Your old man is so healthy.My disciple has long greetings, but it is really unreasonable. I am here to kowtow to you.As expected, he doesn't have a title, and it's not considered Senior Brother Fu Ni.
The young man in white simply turned his head and drank it with anger. The slender back, which seemed to be an adult, showed a childish spirit that was age-appropriate.
The zombie man knocked on the dragon's generous head and pulled it up casually.
Don't do this.Why are you growing fat without growing? Where did you eat?Long Dafang smiled and said: I miss you, nothing tastes good. When I see you today, I will definitely eat a few more bowls.Yes, what wind blows you to your disciple’s hometown?
I didn't come here for some daily purchases. Lift your chin to the store.
Long Dafang saw the boy who was commanding in the shop, and suddenly understood and said in surprise: That is the junior brother. He suddenly heard the senior brother shout: Long Dafang!
Ying Fengse put down the teacup with a bang, which seemed to be really angry.
The young man in brocade did not dare to disobey, so he repeatedly claimed the crime to the zombie man. He was about to leave, but suddenly hesitated. After looking at it for a while, he said: Little...Little Aunt?But he shouted at Bei Yunhu.
The ugly bride is generous.Are you a friend?I remember you.The name you changed after going up the mountain was told to me, but I forgot.
Long Dafang put away his chin that was about to fall off the table and talked honestly: When he first arrived in Fengyunxia, the division commander named him "Hurricane".Hurricane hurricane.He glanced at the zombie man intentionally or unintentionally.
Bei Yunhu nodded.The dragon square hurricane color.Yes, it sounds pretty good.How can I come back if I have time?
To be honest, my senior brother represented the palace to Baicheng Mountain to attend the meeting of the six major sects convened by Vice Gu of Jianzhong. The disciples were sent to gain knowledge in all the veins on the mountain.I haven't been home for a long time. When I returned, I lobbyed all the fellows to take a walk to Shixingzhuang to try the flavored snacks and take a look at the great master.These... are my little aunt's friends?What I really want to ask is perhaps how Bei Yunhu knew that zombie-like man.
Just a chance meeting, I can't be a friend.
Hey, it’s not interesting to say that when you have to make a record.Dugu Ji smiled and raised his glass to the young man in brocade clothes named Long Fang Hurricane, pleasing to him.
It turned out to be Mr. Sun from the Longfang family. I was so lucky to meet him.I hope Master Sun will give me some advice on what local flavor snacks are available.
Long Fang Huse stretched out his short arms and hugged his shoulders affectionately, talking all over the adults, which had a strong sense of slant with his childish face.
All delicious!You all eat and drink, and you must be in my account, so don’t be polite!Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Dugu Ji couldn't laugh or cry.
The last person who dared to hang his back on the Seventeenth Master was Dugu Yì. It is reported that he was the founding emperor of this dynasty. He is known as the invincible world and is the best martial arts among the emperors of ancient and modern times... This little kid has not grown all his hair, and he is a good guy. Not to mention dodging, Dugu Ji didn't even have the idea of shaking his arms open, and the little guy has gone.
This guy is so amazing!Axue suddenly said.Everyone...likes him.
Bei Yunhu rubbed the boy's head and said calmly: Even if he was not happy, he would not say it.His father was originally doing business in the central government, but he was cheated and lost all his capital. He owed a lot of debts and poisoned his diet. The family of three went to the underworld together.
My dead husband said that his brother has always been soft-hearted and has not applied enough medicine, and no one has been poisoned to death. The three of them rolled in pain on the ground.
His father was in a harsh pain, and he made up his mind and groped the sword to give his wife and children a happy life. His sister-in-law, who was eager to protect her, tried her best to resist and accidentally killed her brother in chaos.
The mother and the mother climbed out of the house and vomited poison, which escaped.
Shortly after returning to Shixingzhuang, his mother died of illness. She was only six years old that year?The great-grandson didn't know what to do with this child, so he simply sent it to Longting Mountain.Otherwise, the children of the six major surnames of the ordinary scale clan went up the mountain to register their names, so how could they stay as long as he did?
In fact, Long Fang Huse actually prefers to be called Long Dafang. He can't hear the conversation between four people in the distance, and sits next to Ying Fengse, smiling and apologizing with his senior brother. He doesn't see humility and cowardice. It's clear who coaxes whom he is. I don't know if it's because of his miserable circumstances, but his slickness makes people hate it, which is a strange thing.
Master Seventeen always couldn't catch him and came back and slapped his butt. He touched his nose and raised his glass to drink, but he was a little unwilling to give in. He smiled at Bei Yunhu: Your nephew is quite good, aunt, you can eat all kinds of food in the future.Bei Yunhu took out a copper coin from her arms, wrapped it carefully in a red silk squid, and pushed it over the table: Be good, aunt will give you a gift for a meeting.Grow up safely.
Dugu Ji squirted out a sip of wine, which scared Liang Yiànzhen to jump up: Seventeen... It's so dirty!
The fuck, Marquis Luotuo almost choked to death, and slapped his chest hard.
Just as I was about to pick up the silk handkerchief and throw it back, a sweet wisp into my nose, rich and warm, and the person in the middle wanted to get drunk.
The veil was originally stuffed with meat in her arms, and I thought I could know where the seductive frankincense came from. Bei Yunhu touched his eyes, frowned slightly, and his expression became a little strange. He was about to catch the silk veil chew back.
Dugu Ji took it first, holding it in his ears like a demonstration, smiling extremely: Thank you aunt.When I grew up, the first one let my aunt know.I felt that the palm of my hand was warm, wet, and there was a clear liquid feeling, but it was thicker than sweat. The wet place was not as sweaty as it was, the range was smaller and the amount was much smaller. However, the sweet fragrance was even more intense, as if I had held the warm raw milk, and the frankincense overflowed from the fingers, and the exploding sweetness grabbed all his senses.
Feeling the murderous sight of the little Yàn's side, Dugu Ji resisted the urge to lean closer to his nose and put it in his arms.
Bei Yunhu was shaken for a moment. Seeing that she could not get the veil back, she simply did not worry and turned her straight pink neck and looked at the last group of people walking into the square.
The middle-aged man in the lead was dressed in brocade shirt and gorgeous clothes, with golden crowns and big brocade cloaks on his face. He was the longest among this group of strange palace men. He seemed to be in his forties and was handsomely decorated, but his cheeks were slightly concave, and his well-trimmed moustaches appeared in gray and silver on his temples. He also had a serious expression. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was in his fifties.
When he saw him coming, the teenagers who sat in three or two stood up one after another. The elder's greeting followed the middle-aged man's steps, in a smooth order. It should be the most regular moment for these frivolous teenagers.
Describing the majestic middle-aged man holding a bundle of books, the disciples beside him carrying a cloth bamboo rack. Inferring from the black shadow exposed under the cloth towel, the bookshelf was filled with similar bamboo scrolls.
The middle-aged man swayed with his head held high and looked straight, and he did not need to show off his arrogance. He had a noble style and did not dare to act rashly even when he ran away.
The middle-aged man was walking straight to the table of Yingfengse, but stopped by Dugu Ji and others, staring at the pale man like zombie for a moment, and a gleam burst out of his slightly narrowed eyes.
It's you.Although it suddenly appeared and disappeared, Liang Yiànzhen's heart was shocked and it was difficult to face it.
(This person is...a top expert!)
The zombie man was fine, and a group of thick hair showed his thin face and said happily: I haven't seen him for a long time, so let's not be clichéd.I'm inconvenient to get up, and there are other friends here, so I won't ask you to sit down.Drink a cup yourself and turn the mouth of the cup to show that there is nothing left.
The middle-aged man nodded.
I am free and unlucky, and I am full of mountains and rivers, and I am filled with autumn water and a heart.I have always envied you.
If you are too envious, you will be troubled on the mountain.The zombie man shrugged.They were not too confused, but they were the ones who were brave enough to do things to put on purple scales.
Liang Yiànzhen fell to her eyes and saw the middle-aged man wearing an indigo black belt around his waist. Under the gradually weak sunlight, he reflected the colorful purple-red scale patterns. He was shocked: He... he is actually the elder of the Zishou in Qigong!My delicate body was tense, and I could instinctively hold the short gun bag, but my beloved man held it down.
Dugu Ji lightly tapped the girl's pulse with his thumb, and a stream of soft and harmonious true energy was penetrated. Liang Yiàn Zhen suddenly felt warm and unable to lift his body. He was anxious, nervous, terrified, and so on.
Miss Liang is not uncommon, and it is completely reasonable to be surprised.
The elders of Jianqi Palace are divided into four categories: purple, white, gold, and green. Among them, the status of purple scales is the highest and the most prosperous. When Qiqi Palace was at its peak, there were only one or two people wearing purple scales and ribbons in each vein, and they were qualified to represent the one who competed for the palace master's position.
The strongest resistance Dugu Ji Chuangshan can encounter is among these purple scale ribbons.
No matter what kind of vein a man is, once he knows Axue's identity and Shiqilang's intentions, the Chushu Square in Xingzhuang is now established as the Shura battlefield.
There is no faction that can tolerate the Mao tribe in the entire Longting Mountain, let alone individuals.
A middle-aged man is tempted and concentrates on talking to a zombie man. It is hard to say that he is afraid, respectful, or has a deep friendship, or may have both.Have you ever seen the wind and hurricane?
If you are not in your position, you will not do your politics.The zombie man poured another cup and poured it into the cup.
With you taking care of you, there is nothing to worry about. Don’t tell anyone that you have seen me.Don't drink anymore!It’s hard to get drunk with bitter wine, but bad wine is not... Master Sun, are you selling this kind of rags in your farm?He burped a big burp to the sky, with a bang, his facial features facing down, and his whole head fell straight onto the table, and soon the sound of thunder snoring sounded.
It seems that this smash failed to flatten the bones of his nose, and he still had both in and out, and he could suck and suck freely.
The four of them were quick-witted and quick-witted. They each held the bowls, but they were not hit by his head hammer.
The middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning, and he swept around without moving voice, bowing: At the foot of Longting Mountain, the visitor was a guest.I was shocked by Gu Xi Wuquan, how dare you ask which friends you are on?But he said to Dugu Ji.
It turns out that he is a master of the Weigong generation!
The swordsman is in the East China Sea and has been passed down for more than four hundred years. In the past five generations, the Han Dynasty has been in the colorless world. The Han Dynasty has neither made achievements nor had people. For example, the former palace master Ying Wuyou, etc., most of the heroes and talents of the Wuzhi generation are raised by the elders of the Wuzhi generation. In the past thirty or forty years, the Wuzhi generation tends to wither, and it is rare in the martial arts world.
If it weren't for the Demon Sword Rebellion that caused the martial arts world ten years ago, the Qigong would have lost a large number of elites of the nameless generation, and within the next twenty or thirty years, it might still be the world of this generation, and would not have fallen into the dilemma of the current situation where a young child of the nameless generation led a dozen or twenty colored child out.
The East China Sea is the origin of martial arts in the world. The Sword Qi Palace Zhuoer stands at the top of the East China Sea martial arts. He ranks among the seven major sects of the Three Forgings and Four Swords. He belongs to the four major sword sects. He has a long history and a deep gate, making it difficult for outsiders to know the roots.
However, even Liang Yiànzhen knew that Wu's generation dominated Qigong for more than thirty years, from a 50-60-year-old master to a young man at the age of twenty, they may be a Wu's generation, but their skills are different.
Xi Wuquan, this Wan'er Liang Yiànzhen has never heard of, but she can't call out a few masters from Qigong. Since this person tied a purple ribbon on his waist, he must be the leader of the Gu lineage. His majesty and demeanor are not ordinary, and he is definitely not comparable to Fu Qingzhang and others.
I am the 'other friend'.Who knew that Dugu Ji smiled lazyly and pointed it in sequence.
This is the woman of ‘other friends’, the child of ‘other friends’, and the ugly bride whom I picked up on the road.Here I pay more respects to the Lord of the Lord.Even giving in has no sincerity.
This level of perfunctory is targeted in itself.
Liang Yànzhen was about to faint, and the disciples behind Xi Wuquan all changed their qualities. Several bloody hands pressed the hilt of the sword and shouted angrily: What did you say!Yu Table's disciples from Qigong also glared.
Long Fang Huse was about to step forward to smooth things over, but was pulled by Ying Fengse.
The young man in white looked solemn, shook his head at the junior brother, and looked at the rude Marquis Luo Tuo, who was fully alert.
Don't be rude.Xi Wuquan raised his palm to stop him, his face remained unchanged, and bowed to Dugu Ji: I've disturbed you, please.After walking calmly to the table where Yingfengse sat down, everyone sat down.
Xi Wuquan's eyes moved away, and he rushed to the far distance with his direct descendants shocking the valley disciples, laughing and fighting, and said loudly: Wubi, come and sit.A 16 or 17-year-old boy was shocked all over, and he was waving with a white face, drooping as if he was going to the execution ground, sitting beside him with his tail between his legs.
Xi Wuquan flipped over the teacup and put it in front of him. Long Fang saw the opportunity very quickly, and quickly filled the pale young man and said with a smile: Drink tea, Uncle Ping.In fact, when they are having fun together on weekdays, they call this young man who is not a few years older, introverted and shy, and they are not without the intention of ridicule and ridicule.
Longda Fangliu Shi Bo must not be happy with this small word and cleverly avoided this hurdle.
Ping Wubi was the closed disciple accepted by Grand Master Yuan during his lifetime, and was also the last generation without a word on the entire Longting Mountain.
After the uncle of the Yuan Dynasty was transformed, there was no Han generation in the Qi Palace, and it was logical that there could be no Wu generation.
After all, it is very important to accept disciples on behalf of the master. If it were not for the extinction of survival, it would not be used lightly.
Therefore, the uncle who is obviously a sibling generation, unfortunately became a sibling generation.
In Long Dafang's opinion, Master Xi really treats Master Xi as an peer, and does not let him play with them, so as not to mess up the rules, and supervises his daily classes with great strictness, being as fearless as a tiger, and yelling to die all day long.
You don’t know how much Feng Se envied you.
Once, he couldn't stand it and pulled Ping Wubi aside, smiling slightly and deliberately scaring him with a sarcastic tone.
Licking blood on the knife, life and death in an instant, do you think walking in the world is a family?No matter how high your martial arts are, you don’t mind being too high.If you can't stand the hard work, go home to farm!I'm not here, I'm still good at getting a cheaper one.
You... you talk to your uncle, and I will tell your elder brother to go.Shocking Valley has always been unpromising, but this little master is quite strange in it, so no one can speak such a word.
Long Dafang spitted two spits in his palm, rubbed his palms and fists, and put them on his face with a smile.Sorry, uncle.Why don’t I apologize to my uncle?It's guaranteed to be loud and hot.
Fighting in Fengyunxia is real, and there is no water.
Ping Wubi immediately shrank his eggs and did not dare to show his uncle's style again. Seeing Ying Fengse coming forward and pulling Long Dafang away, she thought that Ying would not be beaten, she stuttered with courage: Both of you, Fengyunxia is the most enjoyable, no one cares about it, you love whatever you like... It's not just me that everyone envies you.
Stop in response to Fengse.
Long Da's side, who was originally pushed away by him, had a great change in color and was too late to pull it away.
Ying Fengse suddenly turned around, Kala!A punch fell into the trunk of the tree beside the plain and green cheeks, and the fragments of slag mixed with the bursting blood splashed his face.
Ping Wubi suddenly felt red in his eyes, thinking that his head was blooming, his knees became weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
He always regarded himself as a nobleman and looked down at him with an adult airs. He looked down at him viciously, as if he could tear him into pieces with his eyes.
Ping Wubi has never seen him so hideous, and he doesn't understand why.
Fengyunxia, which was originally few, is now only Ying Fengse and Long Dafang. Long Dafang is still a registered disciple from the mountain. Even if he has not learned any martial arts, it is not a big deal. He will leave sooner or later.
Everyone envies them to death, really.
The two children occupy the resources of the same lineage. They eat and drink well every day, and they can call the servants at will. There are no annoying teachers and commanders at the top. They do whatever they want. They are not as free as gods.
Why did Ying Fengse get angry about such a good thing?
The next day, Ying Fengse, who was wrapped in a bandage, appeared in front of everyone as if nothing had happened, but the fear of the fist was deeply rooted in Ping Wubi's heart from then on.
The table was captured by Senior Brother Xi, and the three evil stars he feared most in his life were surrounded by it. It was a living nightmare.
Don't forget your identity.Xi Wuquan lowered his eyes and drank tea, but did not look at him. He deliberately lowered his voice, not wanting him to be scolded too obviously in front of two juniors of the semen.
You are their uncle, don’t act criticized.
I don't... understand, senior brother.
Xi Wuquan glared back at a glance at his weak argument and resisted the urge to snort coldly.
His temperament when he was young was far from being thunderous and decisive. What he insisted on was to say was to be more relaxed and greedy for freedom, otherwise he would not have been given the name of the Demon of Wine and Poetry.
After the painful lessons learned from Yuyang, he always reminds himself that it is a blessing not to go to extremes.
Wubi is a child who is a little weak, but his nature is still good, so I will teach you slowly.
If it could be more like the wind, it would be great.Xi Wuquan thought.I just don’t know if the other old guys who have different pulses have the same idea as I do.
The middle-aged man glanced at the young man in white sitting upright. However, the keen child did not turn his eyes without fear or even eager to meet the challenge as usual, but instead lowered his eyes and sipped the thin and coarse tea.
This has shown many things.
He doesn't want to talk.Regarding the division commander, about chance encounters, about the future of Fengyunxia... he doesn't want to talk about it.
Even such an outstanding child can get angry.
Xi Wuqiu sighed inwardly and said, "My second brother, can you bring some food?"We have worked hard all the way and want to rest here.Yang San came to his senses, and with a bang, he closed the last door panel, and a slutty voice came from the gap: Don’t sell, don’t sell!Our store is closed. Before the sun sets, we will close the village. After drinking tea, we will leave!
Everyone looked at each other.
The four people at the table nearest to the shop door suddenly stood up, three of them pressed the hilt of the sword, and one of them wanted to go forward to remove the door panel, drag the extremely rude villagers out, and teach them a lesson, but was stopped by Xi Wuqiu.
The middle-aged man with a wisp of silver thread between his thick black beards looked at Long Dafang. The short and strong boy looked rare with a smile on his face, but he just wanted to speak but stopped.
Xi Wuquan saw it and raised his glass to cover his mouth and said: So this is the purpose of taking me here. When did you find something different?
It’s hard to say for disciples.Long Dafang showed a hint of shame and said in a low voice: Is it this year?In previous years, I only returned during the Chinese New Year, and I left after three or two days, so I didn’t realize it.In addition to the Chinese New Year this year, my aunt came back a few days when she was passing by, and my uncle stayed for more than half a month before I felt something was wrong everywhere.
Ping Wubi, who had been huddling on the stool, would come over and be stunned: You... are you deliberately making money from everyone here?After a long journey, I still had a long journey, and I had no flavored snacks at all?Dragon is generous!You even dared to raise your voice unconsciously.
Xi Wuqiu glanced coldly and pressed the table to sniff: Silence!The internal force penetrates the bamboo slips, like a snake leaping across the table, and it instantly penetrates the chest and closes the acupoints. The last word "来" is not as good as the exit. Suddenly, the head is still not moving, opens its mouth and sweats, and the eyes are drooling, and it looks very embarrassed.
Although this trip to Baicheng Mountain was not in a hurry, it was a big circle when the return journey was taken. If it were another elder, it would definitely be troublesome. Not only would it not be allowed, but it would be necessary to teach Long Dafang a lesson.
But among all the elders of Pishou, Xi Wuqiu was the most unconvincing of his views, treated his disciples of all veins equally and never favored others.
Since Long Dafang learned that Elder Xi was leading the team, he had the intention of tying up the army. He focused on the flavored snacks and customs of his hometown along the way, which made everyone's index fingers move.
Xi Wuquan always encouraged his disciples to expand their experiences, so he brought Teduo young people down the mountain, and then came to Shixingzhuang at the generous request of Long.
Although Ying Feng felt something was different, he thought it was just a junior brother who missed home. Only then did he realize that there was such an inside story, and he couldn't help but frown and turn his head.Why don't you tell me?
I don't know what to say.Long Dafang smiled bitterly: I just think something is wrong. As for what is wrong, I can't say it. The people in the village are a little strange, but not everyone is all strange... In short, it's just a very wrong thing.Besides, let’s take a look. If something really happens, it will not be useful. Seeing that the senior brother looked dark, he realized that this statement hurts and whispered: Senior brother, I don’t mean that.Don't bother me.
No, you are right.
Ying Fengse was depressed for a moment, and then said seriously: There are strange things everywhere in Shixingzhuang, and there must be something strange.Turn to Xi Wuzhu.
Elder, Long Dafang pretends to be a private person and deceives the elders here. It is indeed a big mistake.Nowadays, Fengyunxia, people are weak and weak, and cannot solve problems for their subordinates. The disciples are also responsible for being the agent. After returning to the mountain, they will be allowed to deal with the elders and have no complaints. I hope the elders will not abandon their affairs today and find out for the disciples.
...Senior brother!Long Dafang was moved.Ying Fengse stretched out his index finger and signaled him not to say anything disgusting.The young man in brocade smiled and raised his fist to touch his fist, everything was in silence.
Something was wrong in the village... Xi Wuqiu glanced at the table of the ugly bride and Luotuo nobleman: Did you come from outside?
Long Dafang shook his head.
This is the first time I have seen those three people.I am not very familiar with my aunt, but she treats people very well.When the uncle died, she didn't shed a single tear. Everyone in the village was talking behind her back. I could see that she was actually very sad and could not be a bad person.
That's the problem in the village.
Yingfeng looked around the streets where the windows were closed, like a dead city, and finally looked in front of the tea shop closed by the door panel.
A yellow and turbid and unsightly eye in the crack of the door faced him, not dodging or avoiding, the meaning was unclear, and it was so weird that it was indescribable that it was Yang Sanshi or someone else.
The Zhangweilong Fang family is one of the six surnames of the Lin clan and is not an outsider.No matter what happens, my Qigong pulse cannot stand behind my back, otherwise it will be unreasonable and will only make a sneer.Xi Wuquan thought for a moment, put down the teacup, and said in a deep voice: If you have something to do next time, you must tell the teacher directly.Although Jingshi Valley and Fengyun Gorge belong to two veins, they are under the same sect. Before the identity of the "elder", I am your uncle first.Could this call from Master is in vain?The second young master exchanged his eyes and was ecstatic. The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
knock!The teacup hit the table, and the hidden energy came again. Ping Wubi's sealed blood suddenly untied, his body trembled, dropped to his shoulders, and breathed heavily.
Xi Wuquan poured and drank again, and leisurely raised his breath and said: Just drink tea, and leave after drinking.Longting Mountain is so close that we are not in a hurry.This is to everyone, including the disciples who accompany them, as well as the unknown people hiding behind the crack in the door, and other people in the strange palace understand the elder's intention. Even if they have resentment towards Long Dafang, no one dares to give them an angry look.
Dugu Ji wanted to arouse him, but he thought he was practicing before breaking into the mountains. Unexpectedly, Xi Wuzhu was not a person who was tempted by force, and he suddenly lost his target when provoking him.
Master Seventeen knocked on the table beside the zombie man's head and smiled: Is he well-educated, or is he so proud of his face that he can calm the scene?The zombie man was sleeping soundly and ignored him.
Marquis Luotuo turned his gaze to the ugly bride opposite him.
"The Demon of Wine and Poetry" Xi Wuquan is the leading figure in the current Qi Palace shocking the valley lineage.Bei Yunhu was so leisurely that she said lightly.
I am not qualified to comment on how good the martial arts are, but the reason why this elder Xi is in a high position is not entirely due to martial arts, but the heroic deeds that are difficult for others to reach.
Dugu Ji sneered.
Among the Wu generation of Qigong, except for the palace master who has been missing for many years, only the "piano demon" Wei Wuyin and "sword demon" Chu Wuming can be called heroes, but unfortunately one died and one was ruined, and he has been removed from the world. This "Wine and Poetry Demon" doesn't sound like a fight, what's the point?
The two demons of Qin and Knife became famous all over the world, both of which were related to the Demon Sword Rebellion ten years ago.
At that time, the demon sword bewitched people's hearts and killed very heavily, and the righteous way could not resist it. So an elder summoned six heroes, collectively known as Liuhe Famous Sword, and used the righteous sword to break the evil sword. Finally, in the battle of Tianlei Village, the sword corpse Gu king, which had three evil swords, was removed, and the martial arts world was restored to calm.
This disaster has almost involved the good and evil sects in the East China Sea, and the deaths and injuries are all in vain. Not to mention the people, the sacrifice of the masters has only been seen in a hundred years. Even in the ten years of chaos, the vitality of the East China Sea martial arts world has not recovered, and there have been irreparable gaps in both martial arts and sects.
If it weren't for the Liuhe Famous Sword and the Demon Sword, I don't know what disaster it would cause, so these six heroes enjoyed the reputation and respect of heroes.
There are many heroes and elders in the world who have a wide range of people and high status, but they cannot be called heroes. The devil of wine and poetry should not be exceptional.
The heroic deeds of this elder Xi are related to the demon sword.Bei Yunhu was calm and told the story: Long before the four demon swords floated on the surface and started the battle between the Gu King with killing, one of the demon swords, the "Red Eyes" appeared in Yuyang, Northeast China, and caused great disaster.Compared with the other three swords, this red eye is not good at making quick profits or is particularly bloodthirsty and easy to kill, but it can deceive women, making them willing to besiege their fathers, brothers, husbands and even lovers silently. With this alone, it is enough to disintegrate the martial arts forces in Yuyang.
At that time, the White Horse Dynasty had not been established, and the old dynasty was in decline, and the world was in chaos. Even though the situation was severe, at the end of the Demon Sword Rebellion, the commander of the Eastern Army, Dugu Yì, still sent his confidant to investigate, and later wrote the book "The Book of the Origin and Finals of Jianwuwei Hong Yaojin". The volume was voluminous and detailed. Unfortunately, it was written during the two rebellions of Dugu Ji. The Seventeenth Master was imprisoned and had no chance to meet, and he had to know it from a girl who met by chance.
Deceiving the woman... Dugu Ji looked down on her ingenious appearance, and even without words, he had to force out his words, rub his hands and yelled a few times, and laughed extremely vulgar.
Could it be that aphrodisiac was applied to the knife?
Bei Yunhu slammed the boxing and showed a sudden enlightenment.
The conspirator who manipulated the demon sword back then never found it, but it turned out that this red-eyed person was a good thing that Master Seventeen did.
...With this kind of knife, why don’t you give me one?Dugu was as if he had swallowed a fly, and said angrily: If you continue talking, don’t keep it in a hurry.Do you want to get a reward?
Bei Yunhu smiled faintly and continued: This red-eyed sword not only can control a woman, but also has a strange lewd poison on the knife, which can turn a chaste and fierce woman into a slut, and has no medicine to relieve it, which has harmed many people in Yuyang.Yuyang is located in the northeast corner of Donghai Road, adjacent to Beiguan, and is the gateway to the northern region. Although there are many ancient sects, they are a little remote. Even if it is a hot topic, the seven major sects of the righteous path have not been concerned about it, so they don’t care if they hear it.
It happened that there was a master of the famous "Wu" generation in Qigong. In the past, he was allowed by the palace master, and he hid from the mountain and walked away from Yuyang. He was involved in the disaster of Red Eyes. Therefore, Longting Mountain grasped a clearer situation and realized the danger.However, no one could make any decisions when there was no master in the Qi Palace; the brothers who had a good friend with this master, or the disciples whose intestines were hot in the center of his meridians and were in disgraceful and slanderous in the sect, rushed to Yuyang in his personal name, in order to rescue his fellow disciples and eliminate demons and defend the way.
Such a passionate beginning... Dugu Ji murmured: There must be a miserable ending.
Why do you say that!Liang Yiànzhen yearns for it, and when he hears this, he is round and beautiful, thinking that his lover is so bad that he is a lover.
I don't know if such an ending is a miserable one.Bei Yunhu said lightly: It is said that there were 25 disciples of the Wuzi generation who rushed to Yuyang, and only one of them came back alive.Although the number is less than that of the Demon Sword, the disciples who unfortunately sacrificed their lives because of standing up to confront each other, they accomplished a great thing, which had a profound and critical impact on the elimination of the Demon Sword.
To this end, in Zhizhiguan, which is connected to the sky wall of Longting Mountain, and in the partial hall of the Loyal and Brave Martyrs' Temple under Tianlei Village, these 24 people are all given tablets to commemorate their great contributions.
Dugu Ji's words came true, but he didn't look at all happy and proud. He didn't know what he thought of, his expression seemed a little dim.
Liang Yànzhen was speechless and after a while he said: The one who came back alive...is the elder Xi Wuqian Xi from the Shocking Valley, right?What is that ‘great contribution’…?
Explanation formula.Bei Yunhu said seriously: He brought back the red-eyed poisonous prescription.In the subsequent Demon Sword Holy War, no woman was humiliated and miserable.Do you think such a person is considered a hero?
From this group of boys in brocade costumes who were obviously from Longting Mountain, Dugu Ji and others have been worried.
However, the lord of the Qi Palace, Yunyun, who was determined in the future, still taught Miss Liang that she couldn't help but put down the teacup. She almost turned her head and came back to her senses after hearing her lover's cough reminder. Fortunately, she didn't show her feet. Bei Yunhu's eyebrows were slightly flipped, as if she had a lot of opinions about this sentence, so she just resisted turning her head to see which shameless little devil was pronounced.
The boy named Yingfengse is tall and tall, dressed in white like snow, and has already hidden the body of an adult; his lips are fine and his childish facial features are handsome and sparse, but his furrows are deep like a knife, and this part does not look like a child at all.
There is also a way of speaking deliberately lowering your voice.
Being ambitious but not capable is just a joke.He looked serious, but he didn't look angry. He should be born with a cold face and was unavailable to laughing.Long Dafang, in your eyes, am I a joke?
The young man in brocade clothes, called Long Dafang, deliberately teased him, and turned around with a saliva. He hugged his shoulders and put on his back.
Senior brother, you can't be a joke.I have already taken this shortage. Even if you want to steal me, you will turn your back on me.
……screw you!The boy in white snorted and struggled away. The two of them pushed their arms and gradually smiled. They didn't want to laugh in front of outsiders, and they were like ordinary urchins.
Unexpectedly, it was the pale man who was like a zombie who spoke.
Long Dafang, you haven't made any progress in your mouth, and you are just trying to cause trouble!
The short young man in Jinyi was stunned and then recognized him. He opened his eyes wide and walked forward excitedly: The master was pulled by the young man in white.
What's the relationship!If you are not in your position, you will not do your politics.People look down on Fengyunxia, why should we stick to the hot face?He spoke coldly and resolutely, without any mercy. No matter what he took after the name "Master", he was not allowed to say it.
The boy in brocade looked completely embarrassed. As if he had heard a joke, he patted the boy in white with Fengse's arms as comfortedly, and smiled at Yang San and said: You, I'm so happy to greet my senior brother!Watch the seat.The young man in white sat down in the distance, got up and greeted the other brothers who came in sequence, took a few turns smoothly, and naturally walked back to the man, bowed and said intimately: Your old man is so healthy.My disciple has long greetings, but it is really unreasonable. I am here to kowtow to you.As expected, he doesn't have a title, and it's not considered Senior Brother Fu Ni.
The young man in white simply turned his head and drank it with anger. The slender back, which seemed to be an adult, showed a childish spirit that was age-appropriate.
The zombie man knocked on the dragon's generous head and pulled it up casually.
Don't do this.Why are you growing fat without growing? Where did you eat?Long Dafang smiled and said: I miss you, nothing tastes good. When I see you today, I will definitely eat a few more bowls.Yes, what wind blows you to your disciple’s hometown?
I didn't come here for some daily purchases. Lift your chin to the store.
Long Dafang saw the boy who was commanding in the shop, and suddenly understood and said in surprise: That is the junior brother. He suddenly heard the senior brother shout: Long Dafang!
Ying Fengse put down the teacup with a bang, which seemed to be really angry.
The young man in brocade did not dare to disobey, so he repeatedly claimed the crime to the zombie man. He was about to leave, but suddenly hesitated. After looking at it for a while, he said: Little...Little Aunt?But he shouted at Bei Yunhu.
The ugly bride is generous.Are you a friend?I remember you.The name you changed after going up the mountain was told to me, but I forgot.
Long Dafang put away his chin that was about to fall off the table and talked honestly: When he first arrived in Fengyunxia, the division commander named him "Hurricane".Hurricane hurricane.He glanced at the zombie man intentionally or unintentionally.
Bei Yunhu nodded.The dragon square hurricane color.Yes, it sounds pretty good.How can I come back if I have time?
To be honest, my senior brother represented the palace to Baicheng Mountain to attend the meeting of the six major sects convened by Vice Gu of Jianzhong. The disciples were sent to gain knowledge in all the veins on the mountain.I haven't been home for a long time. When I returned, I lobbyed all the fellows to take a walk to Shixingzhuang to try the flavored snacks and take a look at the great master.These... are my little aunt's friends?What I really want to ask is perhaps how Bei Yunhu knew that zombie-like man.
Just a chance meeting, I can't be a friend.
Hey, it’s not interesting to say that when you have to make a record.Dugu Ji smiled and raised his glass to the young man in brocade clothes named Long Fang Hurricane, pleasing to him.
It turned out to be Mr. Sun from the Longfang family. I was so lucky to meet him.I hope Master Sun will give me some advice on what local flavor snacks are available.
Long Fang Huse stretched out his short arms and hugged his shoulders affectionately, talking all over the adults, which had a strong sense of slant with his childish face.
All delicious!You all eat and drink, and you must be in my account, so don’t be polite!Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Dugu Ji couldn't laugh or cry.
The last person who dared to hang his back on the Seventeenth Master was Dugu Yì. It is reported that he was the founding emperor of this dynasty. He is known as the invincible world and is the best martial arts among the emperors of ancient and modern times... This little kid has not grown all his hair, and he is a good guy. Not to mention dodging, Dugu Ji didn't even have the idea of shaking his arms open, and the little guy has gone.
This guy is so amazing!Axue suddenly said.Everyone...likes him.
Bei Yunhu rubbed the boy's head and said calmly: Even if he was not happy, he would not say it.His father was originally doing business in the central government, but he was cheated and lost all his capital. He owed a lot of debts and poisoned his diet. The family of three went to the underworld together.
My dead husband said that his brother has always been soft-hearted and has not applied enough medicine, and no one has been poisoned to death. The three of them rolled in pain on the ground.
His father was in a harsh pain, and he made up his mind and groped the sword to give his wife and children a happy life. His sister-in-law, who was eager to protect her, tried her best to resist and accidentally killed her brother in chaos.
The mother and the mother climbed out of the house and vomited poison, which escaped.
Shortly after returning to Shixingzhuang, his mother died of illness. She was only six years old that year?The great-grandson didn't know what to do with this child, so he simply sent it to Longting Mountain.Otherwise, the children of the six major surnames of the ordinary scale clan went up the mountain to register their names, so how could they stay as long as he did?
In fact, Long Fang Huse actually prefers to be called Long Dafang. He can't hear the conversation between four people in the distance, and sits next to Ying Fengse, smiling and apologizing with his senior brother. He doesn't see humility and cowardice. It's clear who coaxes whom he is. I don't know if it's because of his miserable circumstances, but his slickness makes people hate it, which is a strange thing.
Master Seventeen always couldn't catch him and came back and slapped his butt. He touched his nose and raised his glass to drink, but he was a little unwilling to give in. He smiled at Bei Yunhu: Your nephew is quite good, aunt, you can eat all kinds of food in the future.Bei Yunhu took out a copper coin from her arms, wrapped it carefully in a red silk squid, and pushed it over the table: Be good, aunt will give you a gift for a meeting.Grow up safely.
Dugu Ji squirted out a sip of wine, which scared Liang Yiànzhen to jump up: Seventeen... It's so dirty!
The fuck, Marquis Luotuo almost choked to death, and slapped his chest hard.
Just as I was about to pick up the silk handkerchief and throw it back, a sweet wisp into my nose, rich and warm, and the person in the middle wanted to get drunk.
The veil was originally stuffed with meat in her arms, and I thought I could know where the seductive frankincense came from. Bei Yunhu touched his eyes, frowned slightly, and his expression became a little strange. He was about to catch the silk veil chew back.
Dugu Ji took it first, holding it in his ears like a demonstration, smiling extremely: Thank you aunt.When I grew up, the first one let my aunt know.I felt that the palm of my hand was warm, wet, and there was a clear liquid feeling, but it was thicker than sweat. The wet place was not as sweaty as it was, the range was smaller and the amount was much smaller. However, the sweet fragrance was even more intense, as if I had held the warm raw milk, and the frankincense overflowed from the fingers, and the exploding sweetness grabbed all his senses.
Feeling the murderous sight of the little Yàn's side, Dugu Ji resisted the urge to lean closer to his nose and put it in his arms.
Bei Yunhu was shaken for a moment. Seeing that she could not get the veil back, she simply did not worry and turned her straight pink neck and looked at the last group of people walking into the square.
The middle-aged man in the lead was dressed in brocade shirt and gorgeous clothes, with golden crowns and big brocade cloaks on his face. He was the longest among this group of strange palace men. He seemed to be in his forties and was handsomely decorated, but his cheeks were slightly concave, and his well-trimmed moustaches appeared in gray and silver on his temples. He also had a serious expression. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was in his fifties.
When he saw him coming, the teenagers who sat in three or two stood up one after another. The elder's greeting followed the middle-aged man's steps, in a smooth order. It should be the most regular moment for these frivolous teenagers.
Describing the majestic middle-aged man holding a bundle of books, the disciples beside him carrying a cloth bamboo rack. Inferring from the black shadow exposed under the cloth towel, the bookshelf was filled with similar bamboo scrolls.
The middle-aged man swayed with his head held high and looked straight, and he did not need to show off his arrogance. He had a noble style and did not dare to act rashly even when he ran away.
The middle-aged man was walking straight to the table of Yingfengse, but stopped by Dugu Ji and others, staring at the pale man like zombie for a moment, and a gleam burst out of his slightly narrowed eyes.
It's you.Although it suddenly appeared and disappeared, Liang Yiànzhen's heart was shocked and it was difficult to face it.
(This person is...a top expert!)
The zombie man was fine, and a group of thick hair showed his thin face and said happily: I haven't seen him for a long time, so let's not be clichéd.I'm inconvenient to get up, and there are other friends here, so I won't ask you to sit down.Drink a cup yourself and turn the mouth of the cup to show that there is nothing left.
The middle-aged man nodded.
I am free and unlucky, and I am full of mountains and rivers, and I am filled with autumn water and a heart.I have always envied you.
If you are too envious, you will be troubled on the mountain.The zombie man shrugged.They were not too confused, but they were the ones who were brave enough to do things to put on purple scales.
Liang Yiànzhen fell to her eyes and saw the middle-aged man wearing an indigo black belt around his waist. Under the gradually weak sunlight, he reflected the colorful purple-red scale patterns. He was shocked: He... he is actually the elder of the Zishou in Qigong!My delicate body was tense, and I could instinctively hold the short gun bag, but my beloved man held it down.
Dugu Ji lightly tapped the girl's pulse with his thumb, and a stream of soft and harmonious true energy was penetrated. Liang Yiàn Zhen suddenly felt warm and unable to lift his body. He was anxious, nervous, terrified, and so on.
Miss Liang is not uncommon, and it is completely reasonable to be surprised.
The elders of Jianqi Palace are divided into four categories: purple, white, gold, and green. Among them, the status of purple scales is the highest and the most prosperous. When Qiqi Palace was at its peak, there were only one or two people wearing purple scales and ribbons in each vein, and they were qualified to represent the one who competed for the palace master's position.
The strongest resistance Dugu Ji Chuangshan can encounter is among these purple scale ribbons.
No matter what kind of vein a man is, once he knows Axue's identity and Shiqilang's intentions, the Chushu Square in Xingzhuang is now established as the Shura battlefield.
There is no faction that can tolerate the Mao tribe in the entire Longting Mountain, let alone individuals.
A middle-aged man is tempted and concentrates on talking to a zombie man. It is hard to say that he is afraid, respectful, or has a deep friendship, or may have both.Have you ever seen the wind and hurricane?
If you are not in your position, you will not do your politics.The zombie man poured another cup and poured it into the cup.
With you taking care of you, there is nothing to worry about. Don’t tell anyone that you have seen me.Don't drink anymore!It’s hard to get drunk with bitter wine, but bad wine is not... Master Sun, are you selling this kind of rags in your farm?He burped a big burp to the sky, with a bang, his facial features facing down, and his whole head fell straight onto the table, and soon the sound of thunder snoring sounded.
It seems that this smash failed to flatten the bones of his nose, and he still had both in and out, and he could suck and suck freely.
The four of them were quick-witted and quick-witted. They each held the bowls, but they were not hit by his head hammer.
The middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning, and he swept around without moving voice, bowing: At the foot of Longting Mountain, the visitor was a guest.I was shocked by Gu Xi Wuquan, how dare you ask which friends you are on?But he said to Dugu Ji.
It turns out that he is a master of the Weigong generation!
The swordsman is in the East China Sea and has been passed down for more than four hundred years. In the past five generations, the Han Dynasty has been in the colorless world. The Han Dynasty has neither made achievements nor had people. For example, the former palace master Ying Wuyou, etc., most of the heroes and talents of the Wuzhi generation are raised by the elders of the Wuzhi generation. In the past thirty or forty years, the Wuzhi generation tends to wither, and it is rare in the martial arts world.
If it weren't for the Demon Sword Rebellion that caused the martial arts world ten years ago, the Qigong would have lost a large number of elites of the nameless generation, and within the next twenty or thirty years, it might still be the world of this generation, and would not have fallen into the dilemma of the current situation where a young child of the nameless generation led a dozen or twenty colored child out.
The East China Sea is the origin of martial arts in the world. The Sword Qi Palace Zhuoer stands at the top of the East China Sea martial arts. He ranks among the seven major sects of the Three Forgings and Four Swords. He belongs to the four major sword sects. He has a long history and a deep gate, making it difficult for outsiders to know the roots.
However, even Liang Yiànzhen knew that Wu's generation dominated Qigong for more than thirty years, from a 50-60-year-old master to a young man at the age of twenty, they may be a Wu's generation, but their skills are different.
Xi Wuquan, this Wan'er Liang Yiànzhen has never heard of, but she can't call out a few masters from Qigong. Since this person tied a purple ribbon on his waist, he must be the leader of the Gu lineage. His majesty and demeanor are not ordinary, and he is definitely not comparable to Fu Qingzhang and others.
I am the 'other friend'.Who knew that Dugu Ji smiled lazyly and pointed it in sequence.
This is the woman of ‘other friends’, the child of ‘other friends’, and the ugly bride whom I picked up on the road.Here I pay more respects to the Lord of the Lord.Even giving in has no sincerity.
This level of perfunctory is targeted in itself.
Liang Yànzhen was about to faint, and the disciples behind Xi Wuquan all changed their qualities. Several bloody hands pressed the hilt of the sword and shouted angrily: What did you say!Yu Table's disciples from Qigong also glared.
Long Fang Huse was about to step forward to smooth things over, but was pulled by Ying Fengse.
The young man in white looked solemn, shook his head at the junior brother, and looked at the rude Marquis Luo Tuo, who was fully alert.
Don't be rude.Xi Wuquan raised his palm to stop him, his face remained unchanged, and bowed to Dugu Ji: I've disturbed you, please.After walking calmly to the table where Yingfengse sat down, everyone sat down.
Xi Wuquan's eyes moved away, and he rushed to the far distance with his direct descendants shocking the valley disciples, laughing and fighting, and said loudly: Wubi, come and sit.A 16 or 17-year-old boy was shocked all over, and he was waving with a white face, drooping as if he was going to the execution ground, sitting beside him with his tail between his legs.
Xi Wuquan flipped over the teacup and put it in front of him. Long Fang saw the opportunity very quickly, and quickly filled the pale young man and said with a smile: Drink tea, Uncle Ping.In fact, when they are having fun together on weekdays, they call this young man who is not a few years older, introverted and shy, and they are not without the intention of ridicule and ridicule.
Longda Fangliu Shi Bo must not be happy with this small word and cleverly avoided this hurdle.
Ping Wubi was the closed disciple accepted by Grand Master Yuan during his lifetime, and was also the last generation without a word on the entire Longting Mountain.
After the uncle of the Yuan Dynasty was transformed, there was no Han generation in the Qi Palace, and it was logical that there could be no Wu generation.
After all, it is very important to accept disciples on behalf of the master. If it were not for the extinction of survival, it would not be used lightly.
Therefore, the uncle who is obviously a sibling generation, unfortunately became a sibling generation.
In Long Dafang's opinion, Master Xi really treats Master Xi as an peer, and does not let him play with them, so as not to mess up the rules, and supervises his daily classes with great strictness, being as fearless as a tiger, and yelling to die all day long.
You don’t know how much Feng Se envied you.
Once, he couldn't stand it and pulled Ping Wubi aside, smiling slightly and deliberately scaring him with a sarcastic tone.
Licking blood on the knife, life and death in an instant, do you think walking in the world is a family?No matter how high your martial arts are, you don’t mind being too high.If you can't stand the hard work, go home to farm!I'm not here, I'm still good at getting a cheaper one.
You... you talk to your uncle, and I will tell your elder brother to go.Shocking Valley has always been unpromising, but this little master is quite strange in it, so no one can speak such a word.
Long Dafang spitted two spits in his palm, rubbed his palms and fists, and put them on his face with a smile.Sorry, uncle.Why don’t I apologize to my uncle?It's guaranteed to be loud and hot.
Fighting in Fengyunxia is real, and there is no water.
Ping Wubi immediately shrank his eggs and did not dare to show his uncle's style again. Seeing Ying Fengse coming forward and pulling Long Dafang away, she thought that Ying would not be beaten, she stuttered with courage: Both of you, Fengyunxia is the most enjoyable, no one cares about it, you love whatever you like... It's not just me that everyone envies you.
Stop in response to Fengse.
Long Da's side, who was originally pushed away by him, had a great change in color and was too late to pull it away.
Ying Fengse suddenly turned around, Kala!A punch fell into the trunk of the tree beside the plain and green cheeks, and the fragments of slag mixed with the bursting blood splashed his face.
Ping Wubi suddenly felt red in his eyes, thinking that his head was blooming, his knees became weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
He always regarded himself as a nobleman and looked down at him with an adult airs. He looked down at him viciously, as if he could tear him into pieces with his eyes.
Ping Wubi has never seen him so hideous, and he doesn't understand why.
Fengyunxia, which was originally few, is now only Ying Fengse and Long Dafang. Long Dafang is still a registered disciple from the mountain. Even if he has not learned any martial arts, it is not a big deal. He will leave sooner or later.
Everyone envies them to death, really.
The two children occupy the resources of the same lineage. They eat and drink well every day, and they can call the servants at will. There are no annoying teachers and commanders at the top. They do whatever they want. They are not as free as gods.
Why did Ying Fengse get angry about such a good thing?
The next day, Ying Fengse, who was wrapped in a bandage, appeared in front of everyone as if nothing had happened, but the fear of the fist was deeply rooted in Ping Wubi's heart from then on.
The table was captured by Senior Brother Xi, and the three evil stars he feared most in his life were surrounded by it. It was a living nightmare.
Don't forget your identity.Xi Wuquan lowered his eyes and drank tea, but did not look at him. He deliberately lowered his voice, not wanting him to be scolded too obviously in front of two juniors of the semen.
You are their uncle, don’t act criticized.
I don't... understand, senior brother.
Xi Wuquan glared back at a glance at his weak argument and resisted the urge to snort coldly.
His temperament when he was young was far from being thunderous and decisive. What he insisted on was to say was to be more relaxed and greedy for freedom, otherwise he would not have been given the name of the Demon of Wine and Poetry.
After the painful lessons learned from Yuyang, he always reminds himself that it is a blessing not to go to extremes.
Wubi is a child who is a little weak, but his nature is still good, so I will teach you slowly.
If it could be more like the wind, it would be great.Xi Wuquan thought.I just don’t know if the other old guys who have different pulses have the same idea as I do.
The middle-aged man glanced at the young man in white sitting upright. However, the keen child did not turn his eyes without fear or even eager to meet the challenge as usual, but instead lowered his eyes and sipped the thin and coarse tea.
This has shown many things.
He doesn't want to talk.Regarding the division commander, about chance encounters, about the future of Fengyunxia... he doesn't want to talk about it.
Even such an outstanding child can get angry.
Xi Wuqiu sighed inwardly and said, "My second brother, can you bring some food?"We have worked hard all the way and want to rest here.Yang San came to his senses, and with a bang, he closed the last door panel, and a slutty voice came from the gap: Don’t sell, don’t sell!Our store is closed. Before the sun sets, we will close the village. After drinking tea, we will leave!
Everyone looked at each other.
The four people at the table nearest to the shop door suddenly stood up, three of them pressed the hilt of the sword, and one of them wanted to go forward to remove the door panel, drag the extremely rude villagers out, and teach them a lesson, but was stopped by Xi Wuqiu.
The middle-aged man with a wisp of silver thread between his thick black beards looked at Long Dafang. The short and strong boy looked rare with a smile on his face, but he just wanted to speak but stopped.
Xi Wuquan saw it and raised his glass to cover his mouth and said: So this is the purpose of taking me here. When did you find something different?
It’s hard to say for disciples.Long Dafang showed a hint of shame and said in a low voice: Is it this year?In previous years, I only returned during the Chinese New Year, and I left after three or two days, so I didn’t realize it.In addition to the Chinese New Year this year, my aunt came back a few days when she was passing by, and my uncle stayed for more than half a month before I felt something was wrong everywhere.
Ping Wubi, who had been huddling on the stool, would come over and be stunned: You... are you deliberately making money from everyone here?After a long journey, I still had a long journey, and I had no flavored snacks at all?Dragon is generous!You even dared to raise your voice unconsciously.
Xi Wuqiu glanced coldly and pressed the table to sniff: Silence!The internal force penetrates the bamboo slips, like a snake leaping across the table, and it instantly penetrates the chest and closes the acupoints. The last word "来" is not as good as the exit. Suddenly, the head is still not moving, opens its mouth and sweats, and the eyes are drooling, and it looks very embarrassed.
Although this trip to Baicheng Mountain was not in a hurry, it was a big circle when the return journey was taken. If it were another elder, it would definitely be troublesome. Not only would it not be allowed, but it would be necessary to teach Long Dafang a lesson.
But among all the elders of Pishou, Xi Wuqiu was the most unconvincing of his views, treated his disciples of all veins equally and never favored others.
Since Long Dafang learned that Elder Xi was leading the team, he had the intention of tying up the army. He focused on the flavored snacks and customs of his hometown along the way, which made everyone's index fingers move.
Xi Wuquan always encouraged his disciples to expand their experiences, so he brought Teduo young people down the mountain, and then came to Shixingzhuang at the generous request of Long.
Although Ying Feng felt something was different, he thought it was just a junior brother who missed home. Only then did he realize that there was such an inside story, and he couldn't help but frown and turn his head.Why don't you tell me?
I don't know what to say.Long Dafang smiled bitterly: I just think something is wrong. As for what is wrong, I can't say it. The people in the village are a little strange, but not everyone is all strange... In short, it's just a very wrong thing.Besides, let’s take a look. If something really happens, it will not be useful. Seeing that the senior brother looked dark, he realized that this statement hurts and whispered: Senior brother, I don’t mean that.Don't bother me.
No, you are right.
Ying Fengse was depressed for a moment, and then said seriously: There are strange things everywhere in Shixingzhuang, and there must be something strange.Turn to Xi Wuzhu.
Elder, Long Dafang pretends to be a private person and deceives the elders here. It is indeed a big mistake.Nowadays, Fengyunxia, people are weak and weak, and cannot solve problems for their subordinates. The disciples are also responsible for being the agent. After returning to the mountain, they will be allowed to deal with the elders and have no complaints. I hope the elders will not abandon their affairs today and find out for the disciples.
...Senior brother!Long Dafang was moved.Ying Fengse stretched out his index finger and signaled him not to say anything disgusting.The young man in brocade smiled and raised his fist to touch his fist, everything was in silence.
Something was wrong in the village... Xi Wuqiu glanced at the table of the ugly bride and Luotuo nobleman: Did you come from outside?
Long Dafang shook his head.
This is the first time I have seen those three people.I am not very familiar with my aunt, but she treats people very well.When the uncle died, she didn't shed a single tear. Everyone in the village was talking behind her back. I could see that she was actually very sad and could not be a bad person.
That's the problem in the village.
Yingfeng looked around the streets where the windows were closed, like a dead city, and finally looked in front of the tea shop closed by the door panel.
A yellow and turbid and unsightly eye in the crack of the door faced him, not dodging or avoiding, the meaning was unclear, and it was so weird that it was indescribable that it was Yang Sanshi or someone else.
The Zhangweilong Fang family is one of the six surnames of the Lin clan and is not an outsider.No matter what happens, my Qigong pulse cannot stand behind my back, otherwise it will be unreasonable and will only make a sneer.Xi Wuquan thought for a moment, put down the teacup, and said in a deep voice: If you have something to do next time, you must tell the teacher directly.Although Jingshi Valley and Fengyun Gorge belong to two veins, they are under the same sect. Before the identity of the "elder", I am your uncle first.Could this call from Master is in vain?The second young master exchanged his eyes and was ecstatic. The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
knock!The teacup hit the table, and the hidden energy came again. Ping Wubi's sealed blood suddenly untied, his body trembled, dropped to his shoulders, and breathed heavily.
Xi Wuquan poured and drank again, and leisurely raised his breath and said: Just drink tea, and leave after drinking.Longting Mountain is so close that we are not in a hurry.This is to everyone, including the disciples who accompany them, as well as the unknown people hiding behind the crack in the door, and other people in the strange palace understand the elder's intention. Even if they have resentment towards Long Dafang, no one dares to give them an angry look.
Dugu Ji wanted to arouse him, but he thought he was practicing before breaking into the mountains. Unexpectedly, Xi Wuzhu was not a person who was tempted by force, and he suddenly lost his target when provoking him.
Master Seventeen knocked on the table beside the zombie man's head and smiled: Is he well-educated, or is he so proud of his face that he can calm the scene?The zombie man was sleeping soundly and ignored him.
Marquis Luotuo turned his gaze to the ugly bride opposite him.
"The Demon of Wine and Poetry" Xi Wuquan is the leading figure in the current Qi Palace shocking the valley lineage.Bei Yunhu was so leisurely that she said lightly.
I am not qualified to comment on how good the martial arts are, but the reason why this elder Xi is in a high position is not entirely due to martial arts, but the heroic deeds that are difficult for others to reach.
Dugu Ji sneered.
Among the Wu generation of Qigong, except for the palace master who has been missing for many years, only the "piano demon" Wei Wuyin and "sword demon" Chu Wuming can be called heroes, but unfortunately one died and one was ruined, and he has been removed from the world. This "Wine and Poetry Demon" doesn't sound like a fight, what's the point?
The two demons of Qin and Knife became famous all over the world, both of which were related to the Demon Sword Rebellion ten years ago.
At that time, the demon sword bewitched people's hearts and killed very heavily, and the righteous way could not resist it. So an elder summoned six heroes, collectively known as Liuhe Famous Sword, and used the righteous sword to break the evil sword. Finally, in the battle of Tianlei Village, the sword corpse Gu king, which had three evil swords, was removed, and the martial arts world was restored to calm.
This disaster has almost involved the good and evil sects in the East China Sea, and the deaths and injuries are all in vain. Not to mention the people, the sacrifice of the masters has only been seen in a hundred years. Even in the ten years of chaos, the vitality of the East China Sea martial arts world has not recovered, and there have been irreparable gaps in both martial arts and sects.
If it weren't for the Liuhe Famous Sword and the Demon Sword, I don't know what disaster it would cause, so these six heroes enjoyed the reputation and respect of heroes.
There are many heroes and elders in the world who have a wide range of people and high status, but they cannot be called heroes. The devil of wine and poetry should not be exceptional.
The heroic deeds of this elder Xi are related to the demon sword.Bei Yunhu was calm and told the story: Long before the four demon swords floated on the surface and started the battle between the Gu King with killing, one of the demon swords, the "Red Eyes" appeared in Yuyang, Northeast China, and caused great disaster.Compared with the other three swords, this red eye is not good at making quick profits or is particularly bloodthirsty and easy to kill, but it can deceive women, making them willing to besiege their fathers, brothers, husbands and even lovers silently. With this alone, it is enough to disintegrate the martial arts forces in Yuyang.
At that time, the White Horse Dynasty had not been established, and the old dynasty was in decline, and the world was in chaos. Even though the situation was severe, at the end of the Demon Sword Rebellion, the commander of the Eastern Army, Dugu Yì, still sent his confidant to investigate, and later wrote the book "The Book of the Origin and Finals of Jianwuwei Hong Yaojin". The volume was voluminous and detailed. Unfortunately, it was written during the two rebellions of Dugu Ji. The Seventeenth Master was imprisoned and had no chance to meet, and he had to know it from a girl who met by chance.
Deceiving the woman... Dugu Ji looked down on her ingenious appearance, and even without words, he had to force out his words, rub his hands and yelled a few times, and laughed extremely vulgar.
Could it be that aphrodisiac was applied to the knife?
Bei Yunhu slammed the boxing and showed a sudden enlightenment.
The conspirator who manipulated the demon sword back then never found it, but it turned out that this red-eyed person was a good thing that Master Seventeen did.
...With this kind of knife, why don’t you give me one?Dugu was as if he had swallowed a fly, and said angrily: If you continue talking, don’t keep it in a hurry.Do you want to get a reward?
Bei Yunhu smiled faintly and continued: This red-eyed sword not only can control a woman, but also has a strange lewd poison on the knife, which can turn a chaste and fierce woman into a slut, and has no medicine to relieve it, which has harmed many people in Yuyang.Yuyang is located in the northeast corner of Donghai Road, adjacent to Beiguan, and is the gateway to the northern region. Although there are many ancient sects, they are a little remote. Even if it is a hot topic, the seven major sects of the righteous path have not been concerned about it, so they don’t care if they hear it.
It happened that there was a master of the famous "Wu" generation in Qigong. In the past, he was allowed by the palace master, and he hid from the mountain and walked away from Yuyang. He was involved in the disaster of Red Eyes. Therefore, Longting Mountain grasped a clearer situation and realized the danger.However, no one could make any decisions when there was no master in the Qi Palace; the brothers who had a good friend with this master, or the disciples whose intestines were hot in the center of his meridians and were in disgraceful and slanderous in the sect, rushed to Yuyang in his personal name, in order to rescue his fellow disciples and eliminate demons and defend the way.
Such a passionate beginning... Dugu Ji murmured: There must be a miserable ending.
Why do you say that!Liang Yiànzhen yearns for it, and when he hears this, he is round and beautiful, thinking that his lover is so bad that he is a lover.
I don't know if such an ending is a miserable one.Bei Yunhu said lightly: It is said that there were 25 disciples of the Wuzi generation who rushed to Yuyang, and only one of them came back alive.Although the number is less than that of the Demon Sword, the disciples who unfortunately sacrificed their lives because of standing up to confront each other, they accomplished a great thing, which had a profound and critical impact on the elimination of the Demon Sword.
To this end, in Zhizhiguan, which is connected to the sky wall of Longting Mountain, and in the partial hall of the Loyal and Brave Martyrs' Temple under Tianlei Village, these 24 people are all given tablets to commemorate their great contributions.
Dugu Ji's words came true, but he didn't look at all happy and proud. He didn't know what he thought of, his expression seemed a little dim.
Liang Yànzhen was speechless and after a while he said: The one who came back alive...is the elder Xi Wuqian Xi from the Shocking Valley, right?What is that ‘great contribution’…?
Explanation formula.Bei Yunhu said seriously: He brought back the red-eyed poisonous prescription.In the subsequent Demon Sword Holy War, no woman was humiliated and miserable.Do you think such a person is considered a hero?
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