Today's first update is here, and I'll pay my vote as usual. I wrote * last night, which was too difficult to write. So I just got up and sweated

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Alas! How dangerous is it! The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky!

The earth collapses and the mountains destroys the heroes and dies, and then the ladder and the stones in the sky are connected in square hooks. There are six dragons above and the sun is high, and the waves are reversed and back to the river. The road is afraid of the rocks and rocks cannot be reached! But I saw the sad birds roaring in ancient trees, and the males fly and the females roam around the forest. I also heard that the son cries, and the moon is sad at night.

The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky!

Standing on this dangerous Golden Bull Plank Road that spans the land of Bashu and Guanzhong, connecting the two great heavenly prefectures into one. The words and sentences of the famous poem "The Road to Shu" of Li Bai, which has been magnificent for thousands of years, naturally appeared in Yang Zhao's heart. At that time, he was in the scene and was wearing his collar in the wind, the little prince couldn't help but feel intoxicated. At that moment, he stopped and no longer rushed to the road. He stood on this dangerous Jedi, standing with his hands behind his back, and enjoyed the magical scenery in front of him.

In an instant, the physical and mental fatigue accumulated over the past few days of desperate escape seemed to disappear with the wind, and there was no trace again.

However, in the strong wind that was howling through the mountain stream, a faint and elegant fragrance suddenly appeared. The fragrance was so strong that Yang Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted. The internal force of the Xuanjian of the Yijing was circulating with his heart, and he immediately entered a complete state of combat. He suddenly turned around and greeted him in the direction he had just come from behind, "Miss Fan, you are here again."

Fan Qinghui's elegant figure, graceful and graceful figure, walked out from behind the mountain wall. Her bright and beautiful face was peaceful, as if it was not as if it was just a little wrong, it would fall down from the abyss and fall into a cliff that was crushed to pieces. Instead, it was laid with a flowery floor and decorated the magnificent Meiju building with countless rare treasures. She chuckled and said, "From Wuzhangyuan to the Taurus Plank Road, it crossed mountains and ridges, and there were hundreds of miles of uninhabited people. The little prince was able to survive since he was a child. This firmness of his heart really made Qinghui admire him."

"It's nothing. Anyway, as long as you spend the first day or two, you will get used to it later." Yang Zhao shrugged indifferently, glanced at Fan Qinghui's plain clothes that were spotless and as white as snow. He looked down at himself, but he was ragged and looked like a beggar. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "On the contrary, Miss Fan chased Yang for so many hundreds of miles, and her clothes were still neat as if she could attend a banquet immediately. This ability really made Yang look beyond the reach and was willing to give him a chance."

"The little trick of the eagle makes me laugh." Fan Qinghui said lightly in a calm tone: "It's just that the sentence "It's good to stay at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out for half a step." Now the little prince should have a deep understanding of it, right? But I don't know why the little prince still lingers all the way south and refuses to return north?"

Yang Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "I want to go home, but unfortunately I am blocked by Miss Fan. Meow, my teeth are sore after eating wild fruits these days. Miss Fan, you don't know how much I want to come here to roast chicken now, and braised hoofs."

Fan Qinghui said, "The little prince is really funny. What is the mere desire to speak? But if the little prince is willing to leave with Qinghui, then what can be satisfied should be more than just the mouth and stomach." As he said, he accidentally raised his white jade wrist and gently plucked the silky black hair on his temples that were messed up by the strong wind.

In an instant, Yang Zhao felt his heart tremble and couldn't help but feel a "stunning" feeling. Even the fighting spirit that had been gathered for a long time was vented for more than half. The descendant of Cihang Jingzhai was filled with all kinds of charm in his every move. And there was no evil and vulgarity at all, and he was truly holy and as fairy as an immortal. It can even be said that there was no need to draw a sword at all. Just by smiling, she could defeat more than 90% of the men in the world.

Unfortunately, no matter how amazing it was, Fan Qinghui gave Yang Zhao the feeling that he had always resisted the deep-rooted view in his heart. His slightly dispersed eyes quickly contracted after half a second, and then returned to clearness and sharpness. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a hint of sarcasm. He said, "Miss Fan is indeed very clever. By the way, I remember that the position of the right teaching staff of the Palace Education Office in Daxing Palace is still vacant. How about you and me going back? Ensure a high salary and a generous salary, and live a worry-free life from now on. Compared to Miss Fan now, she is running around in the world with dust, not saying a thousand times, but it is better than 999 times better, and that is still there."

The so-called court tutoring department, in modern terms, is the Royal Dance Troupe and the Opera House. The two left and right teachers were equivalent to the chief and vice president. However, the status of the singer-songwriter at that time was extremely low, and was usually served by slaves without personal freedom. Yang Zhao spoke like this without any fault, which was a very serious humiliation.

No matter how deep Fan Qinghui was in his mind, his expression changed slightly in an instant. But then he returned to his silence and smiled and said, "The little prince's kindness is so beautiful that Qinghui understands it. But he is afraid that he will mislead his children and really dare not accept it. The gossip ended here, and it was getting late. Why don't we set off now?"

Yang Zhao felt awe-inspiring in his heart and said with a smile: "Yes, after talking nonsense, it's really time to fight. Calculate carefully... How many times has this been our fight? Alas, Miss Fan, you can't rest with peace of mind, but I'm really sorry."

Fan Qinghui sighed regretfully and said, "The little prince is pity for the fragrance and jade. Qinghui is really grateful. The terrain of this Taurus Plank Road is very dangerous. Qinghui's injuries have not recovered, so it is unlikely to receive and receive freely when he takes action. If it were not necessary, Qinghui would not want to fight with the little prince here."

Yang Zhao smiled and said with a smile: "Is that so? I think fighting here is more fun. By the way, it is said that if you jump down from such a cliff, you can get a high and a climax that is millions of times more exciting than a man and a woman, sharing the joy of clouds and rain on the bed. There were even Buddhist monks who were able to attain the Great Way of Fruit. I wonder if Miss Fan had heard of it?"

Fan Qinghui couldn't help but blushed slightly, and she paused her feet and said angrily: "How can this happen? The little ghost is talking nonsense..."

Before the sentence was finished, the ruthless fire suddenly surged and rushed from the front. A huge red red hexagram appeared in the palms of Yang Zhao's palms, like a fire dragon rushing straight into the air. Just the first move, he left no room for attack with all his strength.

Jingzhai’s purpose is to emphasize that color is emptiness. Therefore, Fan Qinghui would never ignore the current enemy just because he heard Yang Zhao say a few words about men and women. The shy attitude just now was just a means of seducing the enemy. However, Yang Zhao’s murderous aura was so violent that it was really unexpected. In an instant, Fan Qinghui’s heart trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but overlap the images of the young prince of the Great Sui Dynasty and the powerful and majestic Mahaye that day that day was the most powerful and majestic Mahaye that was not violated.

Jingzhai’s mind method is the most important thing in keeping the mind. Once the mind has a flaw, it will not only never have the chance to see the supreme way of heaven from now on, but it will also go backwards significantly. In the most serious cases, it is not impossible to even disperse the power of the scattered power to become a useless person. Fan Qinghui realized this and was shocked and shocked, without thinking and pointing out. The surging sword energy of the Yangtze River is no longer as surging as before, but is converging sharply and concentrated, pointing out the surface, and it shows that it is hard to urge.

When the lightning was shining and fire, the sword finger was unbiased, and it happened to point the part between Yang Zhao's palms. The hexagram image was too strong to bear the heavy damage and scattered. Yang Zhao's arms, carrying Xiong Xiong Lihuo, were forced to split left and right, and the middle lane immediately opened. Fan Qinghui shouted loudly and went straight forward. However, the sword finger was about to move upward by two points. At most, this sword would only break Yang Zhao's right shoulder pipa bone, but finally avoid the disaster of piercing the heart.

The fierce move was broken, and it was in danger. However, the little prince of the Great Sui Dynasty seemed to have expected it, and his expression had not changed at all. His left arm was not extinguished, but his right arm suddenly activated the water power of Kan Gua. Water and fire were generated, and the true qi was endless, endless. He suddenly turned into a finger, and changed from straight to curve, bent his elbow to protect his shoulders. His daring hand quickly drew a circle, not only unraveling the fierce attack of the sword energy Yangtze River, but also went close to his body to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, dig his eyes and break his throat, and use all the best.

One of the seven-style ice and fire mantis fist: Mantis asks the heart circle!

With a muffled groan, blood splashed. Fan Qinghui slapped her palms with pain, leaped back with force, and pulled each other away more than a foot away. She shouted, "Little Prince, you, when... when..." The voice trembled, and she couldn't say anything for a moment. She saw that Yang Zhao had hooked her mantis just now, and a long bloody mouth was cut out.

Since Yang Zhao escaped from Wuzhangyuan that day, Fan Qinghui has been lying behind and chasing him reluctantly. The two fought no less than five or six times on the way, but although they were dragged down by their injuries, they have never been able to capture the little prince. However, Fan Qinghui has been familiar with every move and every move of the innate Baguazhang kung fu of the Xuanjian of the Yijing Xuanjian. Unexpectedly, when Baguazhang was broken, Yang Zhao could suddenly change his move and use the mantis tricks that the monk in the Jump Horse Bridge that day, the most skilled mantis monk.

When a master fights, the winner is often only a slight difference. Fan Qinghui's injury is exhausted, and her skills can only be improved to 60% of the peak level. Even if she can still suppress Yang Zhao, her advantages are not very obvious. The little prince's strange moves are outstanding and he is unprepared for attacking him. As expected, he succeeds in one blow. This wound is only damaged by the flesh and will not reduce her combat effectiveness. However, it appears on the beautiful face of the descendant of Jingzhai, which is originally unparalleled, but it feels even more shocking.

"Burn the piano and cook the crane, kill the scenery." Yang Zhao turned his hand and touched the scarred sword mark on his cheek. It was injured by Fan Qinghui's sword point when he escaped from Wuzhangyuan that day. Today, he finally revenges the sword. But he sighed heavily and said, "I am also a beginner in this mantis's tricks, so it is difficult to receive and receive freely when taking action. If it were not forcing me, Yang would really not want to use it to deal with Miss Fan. I'm really sorry."

This was exactly what Fan Qinghui said just now. Yang Zhao came back and learned it very well. The purpose was to make more anger at the other party, reduce his fighting spirit, and distract his mind, so that he could make profits from it. Unfortunately, he underestimated the perseverance of the descendant of Jingzhai.

Fan Qinghui's expression slowly calmed down. She took out a handkerchief and medicine from her arms, quickly stopped bleeding and applied the wound. She said calmly: "The little prince doesn't need to apologize. She is not as skilled as others, and Qinghui has nothing to say." After a pause, she continued to sigh: "The little prince's martial arts talent is amazing, and his strength has improved rapidly in just a short time. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would be unbelievable. If she continued like this, she would probably become the best master in the world in less than ten years."

Yang Zhao felt a little nervous and said, "I dare not. In fact, my family knows my own affairs. My qualifications are just ordinary. The reason why I can make some progress at the moment depends entirely on Miss Fan's strict supervision along the way."

This is not just a polite word. After a few hundred miles of escape, he continued to fight with war under the pressure of life and death. Not only did he have a lot of practical experience, but his internal strength also improved a lot. Compared with when he was in Jile Temple that day, Yang Zhao's strength can indeed be regarded as a rapid improvement.

Fan Qinghui smiled slightly and said, "The little prince is just working hard, but this has nothing to do with Qinghui." Suddenly, he lowered his sleeves and stretched out his arms. It was as short as the tongue, and a short sword as thin as paper automatically slid down his palm. She crossed the sword to her chest and said lightly: "In my Jingzhai, there are two sharp weapons, both of which are spiritual divine weapons. One is "Se Kong", which is now in Qinghui's junior sister's hand. The other is "Flying Wing", which is exactly what the little prince saw."

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he secretly cried. Judging from this posture, Fan Qinghui was about to move weapons. The flying winged sword was flashing coldly and its spiritual energy was imposing. Although it was not a god weapon, it had at least reached the level of the god weapon. If he could practice the Golden Bell Cover, one of the four great magical skills of Shaolin, to above the eleventh level, then he would not be afraid. Now... but he said something else. He smiled and said with a forced smile: "It's indeed a good sword."

Fan Qinghui was completely unmoved and sighed: "This kind of magic weapon has a strong murderous aura. It not only hurts the heavens, but also violates the original intention of our Buddhist compassion. Therefore, since Qinghui went down the mountain, even if he fought with the commander Mahaye that day, he had never used this sword. However, the little prince had a special identity and a great relationship. If Qinghui could not take advantage of the territory and take over the little prince, he would probably not have such a chance in the future. The shape and posture were forbidden, so he had to do so. Qinghui had no choice but to bully the little prince and take advantage of the weapon without his hands. Please don't blame him."
Chapter completed!