Chapter 031 thousands of years without great weather

Perhaps too long did not hear a junior in front of their own grandiose words, Wang Xianzhi some harmless out of focus, remember Cao Changqing first boarded the building, is to say, “and seniors to seek a few buckets of wind flow”, Deng Tai’a to be even more sharp, “I have a sword to ask you”, as for other characters, most of them will be relatively respectful and restrained many. As for the other characters, most of them will be relatively respectful and restrained many, occasionally a few climbed the building before the arrogant arrogant mouth, it is not easy to top the Wudi City to see their own, has been worn out the edges of the sharpness. Wang Xianzhi’s deep thoughts from far and near, but in an instant, looked at Xu Fengyen who was close to his eyes, and then looked at the direction of Wudang, his heart was clear, and could not see whether the old man was in the lack of regret or mockery.

Wang Xianzhi this trip to the north of Liang walk not fast, is afraid that he Xu Fengnian even the district Gao Shulu’s body qi can not be transformed into his own, kill a common first grade master, what is the meaning?

Walking not slow, is not willing to swallow the gas outside of Beiliang, the jianghu qi are swallowed into the stomach, which in the opinion of Wang Xianzhi is a move to cross the line.

Wang Xianzhi nodded towards Xu Fengnian, probably signaling that the young feudal lord could arrange for his afterlife.

A centenarian who had suppressed the jianghu for a whole year, he did still have this little patience.

Xu Fengyen picked up the girl, swept past the boundary monument, without his hand, hairpin sable hat and sunflower three objects, all windless automatic, distantly followed behind the two. Xu Fengyen’s original intention was to send Jia Jiajia in his arms outside the battlefield, the farther the better, because he could not be sure whether he could get Wang Xianzhi to put out nine or ten percent of his strength, and once Wang Xianzhi poured out his strength, how wide a range of pond fish would be affected. Xu Fengyen suddenly stopped, far away from seeing an unexpected reasonably old man, as if relieved, took over the fluttering hairpin them, wait until the old man swooped rushed to the body, only then together handed over to the old man, and then also did not immediately turn around, but five fingers like a hook, pressed the chest, hard hooked out of a mass of violet and gold qi, slowly pressed into the young girl’s forehead, softly said: “This is Zhao Xuan Su The calamity that wanted to impose on me back then was given to her to bear, this time it was dispersed by Wang Xianzhi and collapsed all around, I took advantage of Wang Xianzhi’s loss of concentration to gather some of it, don’t worry, I’ve already tried my best to ‘clean’ it, and it’s beneficial to her for the time being to renew her life.”

Huang Longshi’s face was gloomy and unforgiving, he said angrily, “Solving the immediate need is of no farting use! If you die at the hands of Wang Xianzhi, the old man’s daughter will likewise be buried with you.”

Xu Fengnian lowered his head and looked at the young girl whose face was pale and body trembling, and laughed frankly, “If I really lose to Wang Xianzhi, before I die, I will definitely leave a little bit of my cultivation behind to help her continue her life next.”

Huang Longshi still refused to give up, and aggressively pursued, “You say it first, how long can you renew your life?”

Xu Fengnian bitterly said, “Ten years, at most ten years, this is already my limit.”

Huang Longshi let out a heavy cold snort, obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

Xu Fengyen turned around, turning his back to the Huang Longshi who had come to ask questions and the unconscious Miss Heh, pausing briefly, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.

He began to walk forward, at first there is no shocking move, one step at a time, the initial stride is very slow, from slow to fast, filled with an extremely regular progressive rhythm.

This was the method of entering and breaking into the city of Artemisia Liu’s master, almost matching with Song Nianqing’s Earth Immortal’s Sword, and succeeding in hitting the white Luoyang.

As Xu Fengnian traveled faster and faster and drifted away, Huang Longshi sat down with his daughter in his arms and reached out to help her remove the bangs that tilted her forehead. The old man gradually convergence of anger, looked up at the direction, face seems to have moved surprised, seems to have regret regret.

Wang Xianzhi had thought that she would be able to see Xu Fengnian later, but he himself appeared earlier, and Wang Xianzhi was not so bored that she deliberately avoided fighting.

Wang Xianzhi’s hands naturally hang down on both sides, but the original loose linen double sleeves are invariably slowly tightened, close to the arm.

Spring and Autumn thirteen a, Wang Xianzhi a have not occupied, even the self-proclaimed world’s second and recognized the world’s first, has not been stained sword a, about the use of swords, the world praised Gu Jiantang as the first person knife, Wang Xianzhi also did not have any objections to spread out of the city of the Wudi, but this does not mean that “melting the world’s martial arts into my furnace” Wang Xianzhi, is not the sword and sword of the Sectors, but the world is not the most important. But this does not mean that “melting the world’s martial arts into my furnace” Wang Xianzhi is not a master of the sword and sword, the fact is just the opposite, Wang Xianzhi with any weapon is a deserved everyone, otherwise it would not have taught out of the groom such a great sword, just Wang Xianzhi the older he gets, the less he touches things outside of the body.

Wang Xianzhi raised his hands, gently clenched his fists, and broke into a smile.

This time can always fight a little more soundly, right?

Xu Fengnian borrowed Master Liu Artemisia’s entry method into the city, but not only that, he also supplemented it with that staggering sword of Master Liu Artemisia.

It made his figure look a bit ridiculous and fast, while at the same time resembling a drunken drunkard.

I have no sword in my hand, because I am the sword.

In Xu Fengyen’s path of surging forward, there were constantly yellow sands on both sides that lifted the ground and rolled and surged up, colliding together with a loud bang, and then quickly paved over his pace.

Wang Xianzhi also began to stride face to face.

You come and go, you die and I live.

It was as simple as that.

Not only the martial arts world, but the entire world began to hear a growing story.

Wang Xianzhi, who had left the city, was going to kill the new Liang King, Xu Fengnian.

The vast majority of people would find it to be a great relief.

Many places where alcohol was banned began to turn a blind eye anyway.

Tai’an City.

Returning to the palace from the blossoming Jiangnan, Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan had to deliver a fresh object to Crown Princess Yan Dongwu every day, and today it was finally finished, Yan Dongwu stood under the parrot cage, looking at her husband making faces, reaching out with his hands, both of them empty, she smiled sweetly.

This prince next accompanied his beloved wife chattered some trivial anecdotes, even by the Huishan purple woman ate the door, to her that little bit of man’s little heart, Zhao Zhuan, as well as did not hide, and Yan Dongwu neither deep hiding, nor intentionally annoyed, but winks a mark, warm and elegant and handsome man laughed, gently hold her wrist, a moment later, and then released, said to go out and meet the Wang Laoqi’s big disciple Yu Xin Lang, this swordsman who had left the East Sea for the first time was just passing through the capital and would continue north, if he missed this time he might not have the chance to catch a glimpse of him.

Zhao Zhuan hurriedly left the house, gradually slowing down his pace, picking a leaf and twisting it in his fingers, only the Sable Temple in power in the palace knew that His Highness the Crown Prince liked to use leaves to stick for paintings, Zhao Zhuan walked between two tall palace walls, lifting up the leaf, a leaf that blocked his eyes and also blocked out the blinding sunlight, and laughed, “Dying so fast.”

South Sea.

The Peach Blossom Sword God, who had overturned the sea with a single sword after returning from his visit to the Immortals, stood on the shore of a cliff on the isolated island where the Guanyin Sect was located, raising his eyes to look far to the north of the land.

Sui Shiaogu, the sword-eating old man who had exchanged arms with Li Chun Gang, stood beside the unimpressive Sword Immortal after competing with Deng Tai’a this time and asked curiously, “Among the top experts, you are considered to be close to that kid, why don’t you go to give him a hand?”

Teng Tai’a shook his head and said, “There is nothing wrong with Wang Xianzhi.”

The one-armed old man nodded his head and said, “A jianghu where a Finger Xuan Realm might be the number one person in the world is indeed stumbling.”

A youthful resident and particularly tall woman walked not far from the two and asked rhetorically, “Is a jianghu like that really bad?”

Teng Tai’a was not good at and did not like to reason with women, and laughed softly, “The answer is in the hands of those two, whoever is able to stand, will be able to decide the trend of the jianghu for the next hundred thousand years.”

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

After Zhao Ningshen became the most useful figure to speak in the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, Mr. White Lotus, Bai Yu, who read books that spoiled his eyes, often pulled this young Zhao Daoist, who had few ups and downs in his life but whose highs and lows were extremely disparate, down the mountain and up the mountain together as a companion.

The two walked aimlessly to the foot of the mountain, and then turned back to climb the mountain, Bai Yu’s eyes are not good, walk slowly, and always speak lukewarmly, “After all the hard work, only to be able to lead the world’s Taoist affairs, and now lost half of the river and mountain, north of the Guangling River, are allocated to the King of Qingcheng, in fact, it may not necessarily be a bad thing. Mountain Sharp is not high, Longhu Mountain is the time to calm down and look back at the scenery. In the past, Tianshifu up and down said I speak sense, but really reasonable words, often hurt people, I read the book on this mountain to repair some years, full of complaints, in fact, there is no place to say, and now it’s good. Two generations of Tianshi joint ascension, sounds very powerful, but how the truth, in fact, is to beat the swollen face, but the blessing and the curse, many people like me, like an outsider, to be able to rise to the top, chapter Wenhan, Xue Jieqi, Chen Quanyong, are truly integrated into the Longhu Mountain, they are the real incense of the Longhu Mountain, Tianshi House those purple and yellow nobles, not as good as they are.”

Zhao Ningshen, who still often wanders off in a daze, gave a hmmm.

Bai Yu continued, “The fact that you let the Taoists on the mountain feel at ease to learn that boxing style from Wudang Mountain is the kind of temperament that a Heavenly Master should have had in the first place. Wheat flour eats the old, corn flour eats the new, it’s time for us to change to new tastes, we can’t just eat fine grains, coarse grains also nourish the stomach.”

Zhao Ning Shen nodded and smiled, “Fine grains nourish the mouth, coarse grains nourish the stomach, there is such a saying outside the mountains.”

Bai Yu looked to the top of the mountain, said: “Longhu Mountain’s mountain is not high, you see, not as good as the next door neighbor’s bullock Dagang, said that the mountain is not high in the immortal is famous, this is good, but if we are all minded to run to the immortal, is not right.”

Zhao Ningshen said, “To be an immortal, first be a good person.”

Bai Yu laughed cheerfully, “Your reasoning isn’t bad.”

Zhao Ningshen stopped and said, “I’m putting it down.”

Bai Yu habitually squints his eyes and turns his head to look at the young Daoist, growing more and more pleased, saying, “Then I’ll be relieved as well.”

Bai Yu stretched out a hand, signaling that he could climb the mountain.

Zhao Ningshen hesitated for a moment and continued to pick up the steps.

Bai Yu, on the other hand, descended the mountain alone.

Western Sichuan, the bamboo sea was the best in the world.

In the summer, there is a cool breeze within the bamboo sea, as cool as in the late fall in other places.

After Xie Ling Zhen died in the fast snow mountain manor, the group of dragons without a leader, there was a period of turbulence, but when the new king of Shu into this place, personally support an unknown Xie’s children to become the master of the grass hall, a one-stroke high in Liyang the latest top ten rivers and lakes in the forefront of the sects, ranked in the emblematic mountains of the big snow ping lack of the moon after the building.

Two men and a woman, drinking tea together and listening to the wind, with a clear fragrance between their teeth and sleeves full of fresh air.

The woman is close to thirty years of real age, but the childishness is extremely heavy, the appearance is extraordinary, and the demeanor is full of treacherous contradictions between them.

She is exactly rouge evaluation on the fourth beauty, name common and odd, surnamed Xie name Xie, rumor has it that after she was fourteen years old, the Western Sichuan Road has been the Secretary General and the Festival Minister a total of five people for her to fight, but more than a decade, there is still no one who can be in the bag, outsiders say it is attributed to the transcendent status of the Spring Paste Grass Hall.

She was currently pouring tea for a man in white.

Not only were the Shu people staggered in amazement, even the Spring Paste Herb Hall was quite perplexed that this outsider surnamed Chen had made that vase transform and somehow become the owner of that two thousand acres of bamboo sea.

There is no way, he is Lu Baijie before taking office of the Ministry of War, now the King of Shu Chen Zhi Bao.

And the middle-aged man sitting opposite Chen Zhi Bao, is Xu Fengyen went to North Mang to find the pro-uncle, originated from the Wu family sword mound of the swordsman Wu Qi, but also one of the Xu family’s former authority of the Cavalry Commander.

Wu Qi, who had already recognized his nephew Xu Fengyen at the head of the city of Beimang in the first place but did not recognize him, asked playfully with a smile on his face, “Emperor Liyang is going to give his favorite daughter to you, will you accept it?”

Chen Zhi Bao did not answer this question and ignored the woman’s gawking from the corner of her eye, and just remained silent.

Wu Qi asked again, “He died just like that, you don’t have any thoughts?”

Chen Zhi Bao raised his teacup and sipped his tea like wine.

Da Chu Imperial Palace.

Cao Changqing from the busy body, walked to the pavilion that they often go to, saw the princess sitting alone in the pavilion, her lap resting on that hidden big cool dragon bird rosewood sword box, a string of copper money unlocked, neatly placed on the sword box, she absentmindedly knocked a knock, each time to play the box, a piece of copper money on the erection and up, and then rolled down to lie flat, and the cycle began again and again.

Jiang Nai sensed the arrival of Uncle Chess Waiter, a wipe of the sword box, quickly put away the copper money.

Cao Changqing sat on the stone bench, hesitated, and was about to speak when Jiang Nai squeezed out a smile and said softly, ”It’s okay. He is the King of Northern Liang and I am the Princess of Da Chu, I know.”

Cao Changqing was sadly speechless.

Cao Changqing slowly closed his eyes, still wanting to speak.

Jiang Nai clutched the copper coins and muttered, “Woe to you.”

Cao Changqing opened his eyes and lamented, “If only it was a little later.”

The king’s tent of Beimang that stretched out like a majestic town city moved to the south, still copying the painted gray deliberations that had been passed down from generation to generation, after the deliberations were over, the female emperor of Beimang left behind Dong Zhuo and Hong Jingyan, the two hot military newcomers, and smiled as she inquired, “What are some of the characters that can be called the ultimate martial artist since the end of the millennium?”

Hong Jingyan bowed and replied, “Eight hundred years ago, there was that shadow expert behind Emperor Qin who didn’t know the details, between seven hundred years ago and five hundred years ago, it was Lv Dongxuan who could be considered truly invincible, four hundred years ago it was Gao Shulou who replaced him, a hundred years ago Liu Songtao was only considered a half, and the next one was the current Wang Xianzhi, when these four and a half were in the world, there was rarely a flagging another expert who was equal to them in deadly battles with them fight, even if there are worldly masters, they have never fought, such as Wang Xianzhi’s Qi Xuanzheng.”

Beimang Empress laughed: “This time, Wang Xianzhi took Xu Fengnian’s brat, is it killing a chicken with a bull’s knife, or is it a great weather that hasn’t been seen in a thousand years?”

Hong Jingyan whispered, “The victory or defeat is nine to one.”

The old woman let out an oh, “That’s nine to one.”

Dong Zhuo has been standing beside Hong Jingyan did not answer, wait until the tent is silent, only then said with a gloating face: “It’s good to be dead, without a single soldier, the northwest gateway of Liyang has collapsed by half. When the exact news arrives here, Hong Jingyan, at that time, do we want to compete to see whose hoof is faster?”

Hong Jingyan completely ignored this fat man.

The empress waved her hand, and the two of them walked out of the tent at the same time, leaving left and right.

The old woman smiled, “Master and son, meeting so soon?”

The top of Deer Mountain.

White clothes versus red robes.

The woman in white sat on the topmost stone step, lifting the wine pot and tilting her head to pour wine, without a trace of worry between her brows.

Somehow or other, only one side of the Zhu-robed Yin creature faced towards the white-clothed Luo Yang.

Luo Yang blandly said: ”It’s fine. No one under the sky believes him, but I do.”

Luo Yang stood up fiercely, raised one arm, and laughed heartily, “Eight hundred years without change!”