Chapter 175: Everlasting Lotus by Steps
Murong Tong Huang hesitated for a moment, and vigorously hammered His Highness’ chest, this instant, he no longer pretended to be seductive and flirtatious, no longer had a gloomy brow, and exuded an unfamiliar awe-inspiring valor.
Xu Fengyen lay on the slope and laughed, “Chen Yu, who is ranked second on the Rouge Review, has a claim that does not lose to Nangong, you know that, don’t you?”
Murong Tong Huang nodded, but as to why Chen Yu and Nangong were mentioned, confused.
Xu Fengnian laughed, “That Nangong is a man just like you, with a white fox face, even better looking than you. Now it is in the Northern Liang King’s Mansion listening to the tide pavilion to watch the secret scrolls, when he comes out of the building, he might be the number one in the world. My two knives Spring Thunder and Embroidery Winter, were originally his, and then one to send one to borrow.”
Murong Tong Huang laughed, “If you explain again, be careful of being treated as if there is no silver here.”
Xu Fengyen is relieved, the heart has a thousand knots, can help this pair of siblings to unravel a knot is a knot, deal with the Xuan Yuan family that a crop of broken things, as for Murong Tong Huang life trend, only need to bury the ambush that can not be called an ambush, and then later on no longer hitchhiking. This chess, really have to learn from Huang Sanjia that old monster, don’t care if it’s a picture of a tiger like a dog, learn it again. Xu Fengnian for no reason recalled that the dream of the Dragon Tiger Mountain celestials who rode the dragon, Zhao Huang Chao, this Zhao is not the Zhao of the Heavenly Master Zhao’s ah, Xu Fengnian in fact so far has not figured out whether it is a dream or the truth, if it is the truth, the whole night is climbing the cliffs up the heh girl why did not react? Even the old sword god Li Chun Gang did not notice! But to be treated as a spring dream, white python against black dragon, middle aged Taoist Zhao Huang Chao said everything is justified, especially that Zhang Su Tian Long rising from the cliff, almost the same as on the “Spring Thunder Evil Scale Scale Scale Scare Dragon Diagram”, this heavenly king and heavenly maiden diagram is from the hand of a great refiner, supplemented with evil prophecy, Xu Fengyen furrowed his brows, for the time being, he dared not talk about this odd thing to anyone, I’m afraid that only when he returned to Beiliang could he mention it to Xu Snapdragon and Li Yishan to mention it.
His Highness the World Son did not know that not long before Hui Shan, someone came with him who happened to be looking at the Dragon and Tiger. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood in the river lookout platform of the inquiry pavilion, the two stood by the railings, the inquiry pavilion is built on the cliff, the river lookout platform is protruding horizontally, the mountain winds are hunting, the heights are not cold, Xuanyuan Qingfeng furrowed the fur collar, sideburns are frosty old man laughed: “Cold? You this tired girl, with your father the same, all refused to contribute in the martial arts, practice martial arts is not necessarily to fight and kill, strong and healthy body is the fundamental.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng cheeks were swung from the river to the bullockgang wall stirred up the astral wind blew red, shrunk his neck, pouting, “Now learning is not too late ah.”
Waist hanging ancient sword name hold Park’s Xuanyuan state weapon smiled and did not say anything.
The old man is Huishan Xuanyuan his generation of the only seedling, the old ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan a defeat again after the defeat, closed cultivation, are by Xuanyuan Guoqi single-handedly hold up the beam, young and unknown, and at that time can be called Li invincible sword god Li Chungang missed the timing of the fight, nearly two decades before the rise of fame, the first battle down the mountain will be picked the hardest Wu family sword mound to do the sword, forcing the Wu Family Vegetable King sword sheath, Xuanyuan Guoqi, despite the defeat, was praised the martial world Praise for the late success, these years to make friends with all the old pale, not long ago just went to the East Vietnam sword pool, a sword to pick over six sword puppets sword puppet, reputation after Deng Ta’a, I do not know jianghu rumors will be Xuanyuan Guoqi replace Wang Mingyin replacement to become the eleventh is true or false.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said softly, “I heard that Li Chungang is beside that Northern Liang Prince.”
The old man’s fingers flicked the scabbard, and the ancient sword inside the scabbard trembled, surprisingly overpowering the mountain wind whistling, favoring Xuanyuan Qingfeng without any difference. The old man snickered: “Li Chun Gang was once a sword immortal, when did he become a lackey of Northern Liang, it is really a great disappointment! I wanted to return from the sword pool to seek out this sword path senior to spar, now although it saves me the trouble, I don’t know if Li Chun Gang is still worthy of sheathing this hugging sword!”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, “A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, isn’t that old man the eighth?”
Xuanyuan Guoqi laughed blandly, “Girl don’t play the agitator, do you know that once the sword realm has regressed, wanting to be brave and refined again, especially an expert in Li Chun Gang’s realm, the difficulty is no worse than crossing the threshold and ascending to the heavens? As long as it’s not the first level of Sword Immortal, your grandfather can fight. If this eighth is the eighth of real money, it’s okay, if it’s just thinking about Li Chun Gang’s peerless heroic appearance back then, and only giving out a name, it’s better to simply let me poke through this cloth of shame, without the wooden horse ox and an arm of the former Sword God lost under the Holding Park Sword, it’s better than being used as a stepping stone by those young scions.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, the old man waved his hand and said: “girl first go, don’t be blown out of a wind chill. Your reading-obsessed father will be nagging me for months.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the Questioning Pavilion with a gloomy face. Reading to the point of dementia, how could one gain a foothold in the martial arts-obsessed Xuan Yuan family? As Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked inside the pavilion, with bookshelves erected on both sides, a slender hand slowly wiped across the secret books arranged according to the pronunciation of the word head, her eyes dull. These ancient fragrant books that her fingers touched were all martial arts secrets that Jianghu could only dream of, most of which she had read and memorized, because she knew that once she married someone, even if it was a son-in-law to join her family, she would no longer be allowed to enter the Inquirer’s Pavilion, so over the years she had been painstakingly reciting the contents of the secret books, one page after another, one book after another, in hopes of being able to find a man she could count on to thrive the family that had been drained of its sharpness by her scholarly father. She hoped that in the future she could find a man she could rely on to flourish the family that had been depleted by her scholarly father, and to restore the weather that the great clan should have.
After walking out of the Inquirer’s Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a resolute look on his face.
An old crone who took care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng as he grew up hurriedly ran and whispered, “Miss, Yuan Tingshan has returned, there are signs of serious injuries.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng calmly asked, “Can it be saved?”
The old woman shook her head and said, “Unusual maneuvers, will definitely die.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stayed on the spot, soulful.
The old woman said compassionately, “Miss, this Yuan Ting Shan is dead, then dead, and then find a young man to cultivate is.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s lips turned green and white as she muttered, “There’s no chance of that.”
She violently turned around, walked past the countless bookshelves in the attic, came to the river-viewing platform, and flung herself down on her knees behind Xuanyuan Guoqi.
The old man who had cultivated his qi kung fu to perfection was just silent and did not make any inquiries.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed his hands and knees against the cold and bone-piercing green jade ground and said in a deep voice, “I beg grandpa to save Yuan Tingshan’s life!”
Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that puzzled outsiders, “If you want to degrade someone’s ability, you must first have the ability to humiliate yourself.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body began to tremble, becoming more and more violent, and eventually slumped to the ground, his heart as twisted as a knife, sobbing, “Grandfather, why did the Old Ancestor select me for dual cultivation! Why? As long as grandpa can save Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan can block the Old Ancestor’s ten knives, Qingfeng won’t have to go to Gu’niu降 ah!”
Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head.
A and Xuanyuan Guoqi has seven points similar to the middle-aged Confucian coughing walked into the lookout platform, hair bun tied a side of the free scarf, he held a hand with the “Moral forbidden thunder spell”, a hand to cover the mouth, let go after the palm on the back of a puddle of scarlet blood.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said with slight anger, “Jingcheng, since you’re not well, don’t go anywhere!”
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly, “Life and death have their own destinies, it’s good to recognize them.”
Xuanyuan Guoqi, who had his back turned to the father and daughter, waved his sleeve, obviously already quite angry.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng exchanged the Taoist books into that hand whose palm was full of blood, clutched it tightly, bent down, his free hand wanted to assist his daughter.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already had weak hands and feet, but at this time, for some reason a force surged up, fiercely slamming away this biological father’s hand, cursing with an indignant crying voice, “You don’t deserve it!”
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the first eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, had a bitter face and softly said, “Go, your mother has warmed a pot of angelica wine for you, go and warm your stomach.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng staggered to his feet and staggered out of the River Watch Terrace, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a decidedly bleak back.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was furious and saddened by his misfortune, raising his voice to rebuke, “Look at this, back then, in order to marry a broken shoe that could be used as a wife, you disgraced your family not to mention that, what have you been doing all these years?!”
Xuanyuan Jingcheng calmly said, “Reading.”
“Read the Spring and Autumn Annals.”
“Read the Taoist doctrine of inaction.”
“Read Buddhist compassion.”
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said word by word, not lukewarm, extremely slow tone. Indeed, it is not a lukewarm temper, how to withstand these twenty years of blank stare suppression, the rest of the two houses are already riding on his head to shit and piss, but this reader always did not say a word, just read books.
“Jingcheng wants to let Old Ancestor know that his so-called Three Teachings through and through is bullshit.”
Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked over to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.
Xuanyuan Guoqi’s eyebrows twitched up in exasperation, itching to slap this untalented but devilish son to death.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng laughed, gripping the Moral Forbidden Thunder Incantation tightly, the blood seeping more and more into the page, saying, “Since I can’t become an Everlasting Reality ……”
“Shut up! Treasonous thing!”
Xuanyuan Guoqi slammed on his son’s face and flung his sleeve away.
Obviously if he let this middle-aged scholar continue to speak, he would only speak even more.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who had been slapped in the face, was indifferent and looked out over the dragon and tiger.
As a matter of fact, with the strength of Xuanyuan Guoqi’s hand, even if there is some internalization, Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s face traces are absolutely impossible to pass away in an instant.
Waiting until the inquiry pavilion was empty, he threw out the book “moral forbidden thunder spell”, his body shape leaped over the fence.
He flew out of the Gu Ni Da Gang and jumped straight to the surface of the Dragon King River.
When he fell in mid-air, his toes stepped on the books and swept diagonally forward across the sky, like an eagle or a falcon.
The world’s real people close at hand shall not be recognized.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng free floating across the Dragon King River, toes on the bank landing the first, blowing out a big pit, the second step is slightly smaller, the third step again, successive seven steps, step by step stepping on the pit, like a lotus blossom.
One step a lotus flower, step by step lotus.
Seven steps later, the ground is already dusty not at all.