The group quickly walked towards the snow-capped floor. The closer they got, the more thunder became, the more turbulent the wind and thunder were, like thousands of horses galloping, shaking the eardrums, and the blue bird held the umbrella in one hand, and his face was as usual.

The old man in sheepskin fur probably felt that it was not his own business, and he walked very lazy and leisurely, allowing the heavy rain to hit him. With the old sword god, it was not difficult to keep the wind and rain from approaching him, but for Li Chungang, this kind of fancy and whistle master style would be fine without pretending.

An umbrella could not block the wind and rain. Xu Fengnian's brocade robe was already wet, and there were almost a few small fish in her boots. She raised her hand to the rain curtain and pushed the umbrella towards the bluebird. But after walking a few steps, the bluebird quietly moved back, and most of her body was exposed in the rainstorm. Xu Fengnian was so angry that she simply took the umbrella, hugged the bluebird's slender shoulders, and held the umbrella together.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was in a state of dismay and shaking throughout the journey. Her martial arts cultivation was already ordinary, and the heavy rain of soybeans hit her cold cheeks, which was very pitiful.

Xu Fengnian looked back and said that there was no mercy. To be honest, he had no sympathy with this woman. However, when he was traveling and hitting the knife, he took a little Liangzi. In addition, the Xuanyuan Family Tree attracted a lot of wind, so the prince could not get along with others, so he naturally would not be petty with ordinary people. After a while, he chose Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Huishan. Moreover, every time Wen Hua mentioned this wealthy girl, he always gritted his teeth. As a brother who had formed in times of adversity, Xu Fengnian had to exclaim in his feelings and reason.

The years of exploring the world with Wen Hua are ultimately a history of blood and tears of having fun in pain. I remember that when Xu Fengnian played wild chess and earned money, Wen Hua would pretend to be a chess player and win some copper coins to hook up the audience into the trap. Xu Fengnian argued with others and he would say that a gentleman would not act. He seemed to persuade the fight, and shouted hard not to fight, but kicked those bastards who lost the gambling chess but refused to pay for it. Often, they would be beaten in a fight. Others were inexplicably killed by countless monkeys picking peaches or black tigers, and their whole body was covered with Wen Hua's footprints. When they finally came to their senses, they were already lying on the ground and had no strength to fight back.

Wen Hua also admired Xu Fengnian's wild intestines from the bottom of his heart. I remember that at a Lantern Festival in Liuzhou, the two guys saw a young lady in front of her, which was so thin that it made people worry that she would break it when she twisted her waist. Xu Fengnian bet with Wen Hua that she could hug Gu Liang's waist but not be beaten. Wen Hua was reluctant to believe it. As a result, Xu Fengnian really went to put on the girl's slim waist and said something intimately in her ear. Then Wen Hua's eyes almost fell to the ground. Gu Liang first angrily looked at Xu Fengnian, but after hearing the words, he actually said something intimately.

In an instant, his eyes were as gentle as water, but he just glared at Wen Hua fiercely, and did not break free. Xu Fengnian then let go of his tempting little waist and talked and laughed with the little lady, but the hand made a kneading gesture on her buttocks for Wen Hua to show. Wen Hua still doesn't know how Xu Fengnian did it. In fact, it's very simple. Xu Fengnian told the little lady that Wen Hua was a thief with ill intentions behind him, and he was protecting the flowers. Poor Wen Hua saw that he was not a green woman in his eyes, let alone a thief with lustful heart, or a big thief who destroyed flowers with a harsh hand. The girl believed it without doubt.

Xu Fengnian hugged the blue bird tightly and moistened her shoulders, and chuckled softly: "Your voice, Wen Hua will really remember you for many years."

The bluebird nodded in confusion.

Xu Fengnian turned her head and stared at her face that was only delicate but always looked at, and smiled and said, "It's okay, I accidentally thought it was a mess."

Xuanyuan Jingyi walked in front, and the little abacus in his stomach was crackling and loud. After killing Xuanyuan Jingxuan in the Grand Master Realm, he dared to come to Guniuzhang Daxueping. Even if he was carrying a thorn to apologize, he would not get any benefits. The ancestor's nature was unpredictable, but he liked to be vindictive and to make great contributions to profit and benefit. There is no doubt that the eldest brother Xuanyuan Jingcheng had already studied and had to study and was not a waste of himself. But he would not know what conspiracy to use to kill the third brother who had high hopes. How could the ancestor be careless? The niece who was crooked out with a great elbow was abnormal and suspected of giving up. The woman had no chance to make a name for herself in Huishan!

The guest Huang Fangfu looked calm, but Hong Piao seemed to be indifferent. Xuanyuan Jingyi ignored these details. When he stepped onto the snowy floor, Xuanyuan Jingyi immediately saw the figure of Xiong Kui, his ancestor, and his aura was surging like a tide, as if he was holding a big umbrella, and the raindrops were always rejected and slid down three feet away.

Look at my elder brother Xuanyuan Jingcheng again, standing in the field like a chicken, covering his mouth and coughing.

"You Confucian scholars, you abide by what the Saint Zhang of the North said, cultivate your self-cultivation, govern your family, govern the country and pacify the world. But I ask you, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, what kind of body do you cultivate and what family do you have? After living a lifetime, you can't even protect your wife and daughter. Others are reincarnated and seek freedom. Haha, it's better if you don't commit suicide!"

The wind roared on the mountain, and the rampant laughter of the ancestor Xuanyuan was even more harsh. According to common sense, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was not yet fifty years old, and it was said that it would be appropriate to live for half a lifetime, but Xuanyuan Dapan said that he had lived for a lifetime. It can be seen that after seeing through Xuanyuan Jingcheng's method of fighting for the realm at the cost of his life, the ancestor did not intend to let this scholarly and craftsman-like descendant continue to live. It would be enough to have a land god in Huishan. What is the only way to enjoy the land blessing? If there were two, what kind of tradition would be? How could there be a single statement? If Xuanyuan Jingcheng was willing to practice martial arts according to his wishes, Xuanyuan Dapan would not mind letting him take over Huishan after ascension, but if Xuanyuan Jingcheng could compete for the land god in his lifetime, Xuanyuan Dapan would definitely kill him!

It is best if I can ascend. If I have worked hard for a hundred years to seek immortality without success, I will not care about the rise and fall of the family after death. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, honor or disgrace. I, Xuanyuan Dapan, don’t care about this bird’s affairs!

Xuanyuan Jingyi finally took a reassurance when he heard this. The situation was developing without deviation. The ancestors would no longer tolerate the big brother doing things wrong this time. What he was curious about was how the big brother could kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who had already entered the imperial examination. Xuanyuan Jingcheng believed that he had the right time, place and people in Huishan, and he could not do it.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng accidentally saw his father Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression and was surprised. Why is his father so serious?

Then Xuanyuan Jingcheng said a word that made Xuanyuan Jingcheng dull: "Heaven can still forgive evil, but he can't survive. Xuanyuan Jingcheng is just a way for heaven today, sweeping away the dust accumulated over five hundred years of Huishan. As for how much it can be swept, it depends on the will of heaven. Half a cup of tea, he will fight with his ancestors in the celestial realm of 216. Has the ancestor ever had a chance to win? Why should he use words to boost courage?"

Xuanyuan Dapan, who had been in Huishan for a long time, was very calm and said to the opposite end: "You have done your best without any effort, but can you hurt me?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, dressed as a middle-aged Confucian scholar, smiled indifferently: "Our ancestors have been in martial arts for nearly a hundred years. For Huishan, there is no merit and hard work. If Xuanyuan Jingcheng made an appointment for 20 years of Poguan, he would easily win, and the ancestors would die unwilling to give up."

Xuanyuan Jingyi only felt that this elder brother was crazy.

But soon Xuanyuan Jingyin filled his bone marrow with a sensation of coldness, and he fought with his ancestors for more than 200 times?

Xuanyuan Jingcheng suddenly turned his head and said, "The third brother respects Xuan to be charming the way, and the second brother respects you as a strange act to pay off your reputation, which is not the right way. God can still forgive evil, but he can't live if he commits evil."

Xuanyuan Dapan said with a ferocious face: "I want to see what tricks you have to play with!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Jingcheng has made a big view for twenty years and has made an appointment. I hope to accumulate and make a fortune today. I will definitely not disappoint my ancestors. Since all the people have arrived, Jingcheng will take the lead. If the ancestors still have to hide and press the state on the middle celestial phenomena, be careful, there will be no chance of great celestial phenomena again!"

Xuanyuan Dapan sneered, "Oh? You made such a big noise. Even the woman with broken shoes didn't come to watch the battle, so she couldn't wait to go to Huangquan Road? Could it be that you can't hold on at that time? Your method is mysterious, but it's too much more than me..."

Before the ancestor Xuanyuan finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was so unceremonious that he stopped listening. Instead, he turned his head and looked at his daughter from afar. The scholar smiled openly.

Cultivating oneself is to correct one's mind.

Don’t say that scholars have no courage and dare to let the heaven and earth sink into the sea.

Those who achieve success will not only have extraordinary talents, but also have perseverance.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was watching the lights in his mind, and those poems and articles emerged one by one.

"I've entered the land god."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng closed his eyes and saw that his seven orifices were bleeding, but his hands were spread open with calm expressions, as if he wanted to tolerate the entire world.

With him as the center of the circle, the water accumulated on the snowy floor exploded outwards layer by layer.

At that moment, nine thunder and lightning came from the Heavenly Court.

Li Chungang, who had been silent, sighed: "This kid is not a Confucian scholar, he is clearly a Confucian scholar."

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