In Xiangfan City, a graceful woman wrapped in silver clothes like a fur, it is hard to imagine that twenty years ago it was a ghost town with a strong qi. It looked like a poor widow who married into a wealthy family. She suddenly changed her face and saw no shabby spirit, only a pearl and treasure spirit.

A carriage slowly walked in a quiet and deep alley, with horse hooves stumbled, and a series of crisp sounds were made on the bluestone slab. The driving groom was a beautiful woman. She was called Xinghua in the Jing'an Palace. Everyone knew that she was Mr. Lu's personal maid. As the blind Mr. Lu's status in Xiangfan became more and more stable, her identity also rose. Even the official in the royal palace was in a smile. She saw her and wanted to squeeze out a smile, fearing that she might blow the pillow and the cold wind on Mr. Lu. As for whether she really had skin relationship with Mr. Lu, God knows, who in the Jing'an Palace did not know that Mr. Lu was the number one popular person in front of the young vassal kings, who dared to talk nonsense?

A dead man named Liu Lingbao carefully pulled up the curtain. Lu Xu walked out of the carriage and pushed the door into the small courtyard of this private house. Xinghua could only stay outside the courtyard and waited without even daring to look at the gate. In the small courtyard that had entered two times, two crabapples were transplanted into the courtyard, but the crabapples were not resistant to shade. The light in the courtyard was dark and the sun was not absorbed. One of them was already dead. Lu Xu walked straight to the main room and stopped before climbing the steps. A woman guarding the door was originally frowning. After seeing Lu Xu, she was surprised and then happy. She quickly walked down the steps, leaving a good distance to hold a certain amount of time, and said respectfully and softly: "I have seen Mr. Xu."

Lu Xu smiled lightly, bowed his head slightly, without lacking etiquette. Although he was disgusted with this beautiful woman of unknown origin, he never concealed her from the young vassal king, he really couldn't avoid dealing with her, and he wouldn't commit evil in face. There was a sound of porcelain smashing into the ground and smashing it into the house. Lu Xu looked up and looked at the main room and frowned. Since the Zhenwu Emperor of Chunshen Lake, King Jing'an returned to Xiangfan City in a daze, and had not shown up for many days. Many important political affairs that needed red pen annotations from the vassal king were delayed. Although he was the well-deserved think tank of the Jing'an Palace, his actions of usurpation have always been a taboo for counselors. The woman sighed, "I beg Mr. Lu to enter the house to persuade him. After the prince came back, he just drank and never had a meal."

Lu Xu nodded and walked up the steps. The woman followed closely. She looked dignified but charming, and she looked like the princess who followed the old King Jing'an to commit suicide. She helped Lu Xu gently push the door open. In the room, Zhao Xun disheveled her hair, sat in the corner against the wall, and there were more than a dozen wine pots rolling beside her, full of alcohol, and there was no vassal style. After seeing Lu Xu, she felt guilty and then angry, and her fingers trembled and lifted the wine pot. The wine pot was empty. The young vassal king who was famous for his father in Xiangfan was waiting for a long time. Without waiting for a few drops of wine, he threw out the wine pot and smashed the only porcelain bottle left on the cabinet rack to pieces.

.Lu Xu was blind and not blind. It was not surprising that Zhao Xun was unable to recover. His prince had not experienced much twists and turns in his life. After luckily becoming the King of New Jing'an, he was even more smooth. However, when he gradually reached the peak, his dignity was trampled on by the enemy who hated the most in his heart in an almost invincible manner. Lu Xu did not comfort him, but turned around and reached out, took a new wine pot from the woman, sat opposite Zhao Xun, and handed it to the young vassal king who only dared to hide and drown his sorrows. Hearing the footsteps of the woman walking out of the house and the sound of closing the door, he slowly said: "The Prince of Beiliang is indeed the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, that is a good thing."

Zhao Xun, whose eyes were turbid, was stunned for a moment, and returned to a hint of clarity. He took the wine pot, stopped raising his head to drink wine, and stared at the real backbone of Xiangfan.

Lu Xu and Yan said calmly: "The theory of Yin and Yang and Five Elements in Shangyin Academy was prevalent. Huang Sanjia asserted that Li Yang, who occupied the fire virtue, would unify the world. The one who defeated the fire was water. Beiliang was in the northwest and had a Wudang Mountain in the territory that respected the Emperor Zhenwu. It is rumored that Zhenwu came to the world eight hundred years ago and became the Emperor of Qin who unified the world. The Qin Dynasty was water virtue, which originated in the southern border of Northern Liang. How could Zhaoshi feel at ease? This is the reason why the Imperial Heaven Supervision had instigated a white-clothed case in the capital. For emperors who did not ask the people and ghosts, dynasties changed and the five elements were changed. It would be better to believe that they were not trusted.

No. The old prince is the adopted son of King Xianzhi of Wudicheng. There was another storm of Zhenwu coming to the world on Chunshen Lake. I don’t believe that the emperor can still sit still. I believe that Wang Xianzhi can ignore the emperor’s orders, but I don’t believe that Wang Xianzhi can withstand the temptation of fighting with Emperor Zhenwu. What kind of competition is there in the world that can be more appropriate to fight with the Yujing Zunshen who has gone down to the heaven to make a final battle? The court can tolerate a prince who has already gained power, but will never accept a King of Beiliang who is ambitious and destined to sit north and south. Otherwise, the prince will make a bet with me, will the gambling king Xianzhi leave the city soon?"

Zhao Xun's eyes suddenly shone. He was not concerned about Lu Xu's disrespect for the royal Zhao family in his words. He smiled heavily and said, "It makes sense! If you don't gamble, I will definitely lose!"

Lu Xu stood up, patted the dust, and said to himself: "What a dignified vassal king who has been drinking for several days is so concise? I am not afraid of Lu Xu's jokes, but I am not afraid of being laughed at by women? I only heard that men like to slap in front of the woman they like to be a hero, but I have never heard of any man deliberately pretending to be a grandson in front of the woman they like."

Zhao Xun smiled relievedly, and was still ashamed. Fortunately, the blind scholar could not see him. Zhao Xun put down the wine pot and stood up suddenly. He was right in his messy clothes. Outside the house, a man's deep voice cough came. Zhao Xun hurriedly opened the door, and didn't even look at the face of the dead soldier in the palace. He directly snatched a secret letter from his hand from the carrier pigeon to the Prince Jing'an Mansion. After spreading it out, his face turned red and his eyes were red. His handsome face was so excited that he twisted. He read the secret letter with few words several times. Then he held it hard in his palm, turned around and walked quickly, hugged Lu Xu, and laughed: "Mr. Lu really knew that he would not lose to Huang Sanjia before he knew that he would be out of the city! He left the city!"

The woman standing in the yard secretly looked at her and happened to see the clear and elegant face of the blind man who was ready to do everything. For some reason, she intuition told her that Mr. Lu, who was smiling calmly, was not smiling.

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Shenjiafang, which is indifferent to the world, smoke curled up and chickens and dogs heard each other. The blue-clothed scholar with frosty white hair stepped into it, with a clear and elegant temperament and a sparse wind. When he was young, he must be a handsome man who could make many women fall in love with him at first sight. He stood quietly under a row of lush Fengshui trees to block Najib's sword, as if looking for someone to wait for someone. Huang Longshi walked out of the house and looked at each other in two. Huang Longshi hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the elderly man in green, standing at the head of the village, with a gurgling water. The scribe in green chuckled: "I secretly flipped through the Shen family genealogy a few years ago. Your words were no different than when I was studying at Shangyin Academy. This time I guess you will appear here, so let's try your luck."

Huang Longshi pulled the corner of his mouth, "Why is it that alarmed you? The resumption of Western Chu is about to be restored, and you, Cao Changqing, have to do everything yourself. Oh, I know, it turns out that the old monster Wang walked out of the Wudi City and reentered the world. But since it was this old monster who took action against that poor insect, even if you Cao Changqing was already a saint, you can't stop him. Unless Deng Tai'a returns from the East China Sea, he must be willing to join forces with you to resist the enemy. But it really annoyed Wang Xianzhi. He was determined to kill anyone, and I couldn't help it. Such a monster that happened once in five hundred years was qualified to fight with Lu Zu, and it would be impossible to accept it."

Cao Changqing asked with a smile: "If I add Luoyang, I can't protect Xu Fengnian even if I fight to the death?"

Huang Longshi shook his head and said, "What happened there, Song Nianqing directly sacrificed the Earth Immortal sword. I thought his last fourteenth sword was just a celestial phenomenon, but I didn't expect that this old boy had cramps. Master Liu Hao was extremely clumsy when he seized the opportunity. Luoyang was careless this time. If you think that the boy was safe and sound, you can only hope that he would not cramp like Song Nianqing, and ask for the Dharma body of the Zhenwu Emperor after Chunshen Lake, otherwise the king

Even if Xianzhi's original intention was to sell the face of the Emperor of the Zhao family and act like a face when he left the city, he might be itchy and fight well. However, it is easy to ask the gods to send the gods to the gods. Not to mention that such a fake immortal who cannot stand the tables can't stand Wang Xianzhi's full-scale killing. Even if Wang Xianzhi lets go and sends the gods, he will make that kid lose a layer of skin. If I see, maybe who is around him will die, Luoyang? Xu Longxiang? or Xu Xiao?"

Cao Changqing sighed, "Why does it sound like Zhenwu's reincarnation is not a little good?"

Huang Longshi sneered and said, "It's a one-time business that is destined to lose money. Look at who has been around you in the past twenty years? If there is really a reincarnation of a god, then Zhenwu transformed into the Emperor of Qin eight hundred years ago and was born. Now, let alone the Zhenwu Emperor, the three masters sitting in the Sanqing Hall personally descended to earth, and they are useless. Because it violates the laws of heaven, they will still be suppressed by the Zhao Shi, who is forbidden by heaven. Only after three hundred years and fourteen years will it..."

Cao Changqing asked with a smile: "What will happen?"

Huang Longshi sneered: "You will know if you live for another three or four hundred years."

Cao Changqing smiled and said with a silly smile: "No matter how many hundred years you have left behind you, living in the world, you should do your best to do your best without getting into a stubborn situation, then you should still have a clear conscience in the end."

Huang Longshi asked someone else's question for the first time: "Where is the girl who is favored by Li Chungang?"

Cao Changqing joked: "You can't even calculate it?"

Huang Longshi said calmly: "I can't count too many people."

Cao Changqing sighed: "Shenwu City Killing Cat, the princess and I are watching the battle. If there was no such sword to Wudi City, there would be another sword falling from the sky."

Huang Longshi: "We are just the words of the Yesou Village under the old locust. As for this world, it is just a reflection of the world."

Cao Changqing laughed at it.

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A burly old man with snow hair did not walk on the flat post road, but chose the deep mountains and forests that were rarely visited, and all passed away in a flash.

When we approached that city, we slowed down our rushing speed slightly, but it was still far faster than the horse galloping.

The old man in Mass shoes and Maiyi stopped for the first time from the East China Sea to go west.

A beautiful young woman pressed her hands on the hilt of an ancient sword inserted into the ground.

He blocked the way out of Wang Xianzhi, the city of Wudi.

She only has a big cool dragon bird.
Chapter completed!