(Chapter 2.)

Emperor Murong Tong hesitated for a moment and thrust his prince's chest hard. At this moment, he no longer pretended to be seductive and charming, no longer had gloomy eyebrows, and exuded a strange and awe-inspiring heroic spirit.

Xu Fengnian lay on the slope and smiled and said, "Chen Yu, who ranked second in Rouge, is called "Nangong, right?"

Murong Tonghuang nodded, but as for why Chen Yu and Nangong were confused.

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "That Nangong is like you, a man with a white fox face, which is better than you. Now I am watching the secret book in the Listening Chao Pavilion in the Beiliang Palace. When he comes out of the building, he might be the best in the world. My two swords and Chunlei and Xiudong were originally his, but later I gave them one by one to borrow."

Emperor Murong Tong laughed and said, "Explain again, be careful to be regarded as if there is no silver here."

Xu Fengnian felt relieved, and had thousands of knots in his heart. He could help the brothers untie one knot and deal with the broken things of the Xuanyuan family. As for the life trend of Murong Tonghuang, he only needed to lay the foreshadowing that could not be called foreshadowing, and he would not pay attention to it in the future. This game of chess really requires learning from the old monster Huang Sanjia, don’t care whether he is a tiger or a dog, and then learn it. Xu Fengnian had no reason to think of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Man who came riding a dragon in his dream, Zhao Huangchao. This Zhao is not Zhao from the Zhao family of the Tianshi Mansion. Xu Fengnian has not yet figured out whether it is a dream or a reality. If so,

The truth, why did the Hehe girl who had been climbing the cliff all night didn't react? Even the old sword god Li Chungang didn't notice it! But it should be regarded as a big dream in spring and autumn. The white python against the black dragon and the middle-aged Taoist Zhao Huangchao said everything was reasonable and well-founded, especially the Zhang Xu Tianlong who rose from the cliff, which was almost the same as in the "Spring Thunder Evil Dragon Shocking Dragon Picture". This picture of the Heavenly King and Heavenly Girl was from the hands of a great Qi Refiner, supplemented by evil prophecies. Xu Fengnian frowned and did not dare to tell anyone about this strange thing for the time being. I am afraid that only by returning to Beiliang can we mention it to Xu Xiao and Li Yishan.

His Highness, the prince, didn't know that not long ago, someone came to him when he looked at the dragon and tiger. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood on the Wangjiangtai in the Wending Pavilion. They stood on the railings and built on the cliff. The Wangjiangtai suddenly appeared. The mountain wind was flying, and the high place was cold. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his fur collar and the old man with frosty hair smiled and said, "It's cold? You lazy girl, like your father, are unwilling to work hard in martial arts. Practicing martial arts may not necessarily be a fight, killing, strengthening your body is the foundation."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks were blown red by the strong wind that swayed from the river to the walls of Guniugang. He shrank his neck and said coquettishly: "It's not too late to learn now."

The ancient sword hanging on his waist is named Pu Xuanyuan National Vessel, smiling without saying a word.

The old man is the only seed of Xuanyuan, Huishan. After his ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan was defeated and failed, he went to seclusion to practice. All the Xuanyuan National Weapons supported the brigade with the Xuanyuan National Weapon. When he was young, he missed the opportunity to confront Li Chungang, who was called Li invincible at the time. He only gained fame in nearly twenty years. In the first battle, he picked the hardest Wu Family Sword Tomb as a sword-grinding stone, which forced the Wu Family Su Wang Jian to unshelf. Although Xuanyuan National Weapons were defeated, he was still honored and praised by the martial arts world to achieve great success. He has made friends with all these years. Not long ago, he just went to the Dongyue Sword Pool and defeated six sword puppets with one sword. His reputation was closely behind Deng Tai'a. He didn't know whether the rumors in the martial arts world would replace Wang Mingyin as the eleventh.

Xuanyuan Guoqi whispered: "I heard that Li Chungang is next to the prince of Beiliang."

The old man flicked the sword sheath lightly, and the ancient sword in the sheath trembled, which actually overshadowed the howling mountain wind, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng was no different. The old man sneered: "Li Chungang used to be a sword fairy spirit, and when he became a lackey in Beiliang, it was really disappointing! I thought that when would I return from Jianchi, I would go to find this sword master to compete with him. Although it is easy to trouble now, I don't know if Li Chungang is worthy of this Pupu sword being unsheathed!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, "The lean camel is bigger than a horse. Isn't that old man the eighth?"

Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently and said, "Girl, don't use the trick of provoking generals. Do you know that the sword realm has been regressing and you want to be brave and diligent, especially the master of Li Chungang's realm, is not worse than rushing through tribulation? As long as it is not the first level of the sword immortal, your grandfather can fight. It would be better if this eighth is the eighth of real gold and silver. If you just think about Li Chungang's unparalleled heroic figure back then and only give a name, you might as well let me expose the fig leaf. The former sword god without a horse and an arm is defeated by the Baopu sword, which is better than being used as a stepping stone by those young young people."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said, "Girl, go first, don't get blown out the cold. Your father, who is so obsessed with studying, will be nagging me for a while."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the Wending Pavilion with a sad face. When she read the book, she was so demented that she could gain a foothold in the Xuanyuan family, where martial arts were crowded with people? Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion, with bookshelf erecting on both sides, and a slender hand slowly smearing the secrets of the pronunciation of the characters, and her eyes were dull. The ancient books touched by fingers were all the martial arts secrets she had dreamed of. She had read most of them and kept them in her mind, because she knew that once she got married, even if she was recruiting a son-in-law to marry into a wife, she would no longer be allowed to enter the Wending Pavilion. So she has worked hard to recite the secrets for years, page after page, one after another, hoping to find a man who could rely on in the future to prosper the eldest son-in-law's house, which was consumed by the scholar's father, and restore the atmosphere that the bulk should have.

After walking out of the Wending Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked determined.

An old woman who was taking care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng grew up hurried over and whispered: "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back, there is a sign of serious injury and death."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked calmly: "Can you save me?"

The old woman shook her head and said, "Ordinary method will surely die."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood there in a daze, and was distracted.

The old woman said pitifully: "Miss, Yuan Tingshan will die if he dies. I'll find another young man to cultivate it carefully."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips were blue and white, and he murmured: "There is no chance."

She suddenly turned around, walked through countless bookshelf at the attic, came to Wangjiangtai, and knelt behind Xuanyuan Guoqi with a pounce.

The old man who was perfect in Qi Gongfu was just silent and did not ask.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands and knees on the cold and bone-black Qingyu ground and said in a deep voice: "Please save Yuan Tingshan's life!"

Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that made outsiders confused, "If you want to be humiliated, you must first have the ability to humiliate yourself."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body began to tremble, becoming more and more violent, and finally lay on the ground, his heart was shattered, and he sobbed: "Grandpa, why did my ancestor choose me to practice dual cultivation! Why?! As long as my grandfather can save Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan can block the ancestor's ten swords, Qingfeng will not have to go to Guniujiang!"

Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar who was seven-part like the Xuanyuan National Vessel walked into Wangjiangtai with a cough and tied a bun with a free scarf. He held the "Mortal Forbidden Thunder Curse" in one hand, covered his mouth with the other, put his palm behind him after letting go, and a pool of scarlet blood was stained.

Xuanyuan Guoqi said angrily: "Jingcheng, since you are in poor health, don't walk around!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly: "Life and death have fate, just accept your fate."

Xuanyuan Guoqi, who was facing away from his father and daughter, waved his sleeves and was obviously very angry.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed Taoist books into the hand with blood in his palms, held them tightly, bent down, and tried to support his daughter with free hands.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak, but for some reason, a force surged, and he threw away the biological father's hand, cried with resentment, "You are not worthy!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, had a bitter face and said softly: "Let's go, your mother warmed a pot of Angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up shakingly, staggered out of Wangjiangtai, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a decisive and desolate back.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was angry that he did not fight for his misfortune, and raised his voice and scolded: "Look, in order to marry a wife, you lost all the face of your family, and what have you done over the years?!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Read."

"Read the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Read Taoism inaction."

"Read Buddhist compassion."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is word by word, and his tone is very gentle. Indeed, it is not to be warm and devour the pressure of the past twenty years of rolling eyes. The other two rooms are already riding on his head to shit and pee, but this scholar never speaks, just reads books.

"Jingcheng wants our ancestors to know that what he calls the three religions connected is not very good."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, and he wanted to slap this ingenious but evil son to death.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, held the "Mythical Forbidden Thunder Curse" tightly, and blood penetrated into the page more and more, saying, "Since you can't become the real person of immortality..."

"Shut up! A ruthless thing!"

Xuanyuan's national weapon slapped his son in the face and left with a slim sleeve.

Obviously, if the middle-aged scholar continues to speak, it will only make him feel even more shocking.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was slapped in the face, was indifferent and looked at the dragon and tiger.

Logically speaking, with the strength of Xuanyuan's national weapon, even if it is restrained, the traces on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face will never be fleeting.

When the Ending Pavilion was empty, he threw out the book "Mythical Forbidden Thunder Curse" and jumped over the railing.

Fly out of Guniu Dagang and rushed straight to the water of Dragon King River.

When falling into the air, you step on the book and slid forward and cross the sky like an eagle or a falcon.

The real people in the world are so close that they cannot be recognized.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng floated across the Dragon King River with his toes falling on the shore for the first time, and a large pit was blown out. The second step was slightly smaller, and the third step was again, seven steps in succession, stepping through the pit step by step, like a lotus blooming.

Lotus grows step by step.

After seven steps, the ground was covered with dust.

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