The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 175: Everlasting lotus step by step

　　Murong Tonghuang hesitated for a moment, and hammered his Royal Highness's chest vigorously. At this moment, he no longer pretended to be seductive and charming, no longer gloomy eyebrows, and exuded a strange awe-inspiring heroism.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian lay on the sloping ground and smiled: "Chen Yu, who ranks second in the rouge review, is called not to lose Nangong, you know?"

　　

　　Murong Tonghuang nodded, but as to why Chen Yu and Nangong were mentioned, he was confused.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "That Nangong is just like you, a man, with a face of a white fox, better-looking than you. Now I'm watching the secret book in the Beiliang Palace Listening Tide Pavilion, waiting for him to leave the building, maybe It is the number one in the world. My two knives, Chunlei and Xiudong, were originally his. Later, I gave them and borrowed them one by one."

　　

　　Murong Tonghuang laughed and said: "Explain again, be careful to be treated as there is no silver three hundred taels here."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian is relieved, with a thousand knots in his heart. He can help the siblings to untie one knot is one knot, and deal with the troubles of the Xuanyuan family. As for the life trend of Emperor Murong Tong, he only needs to bury it. Foreshadowing foreshadowing, I won't take care of it anymore. In this game of chess, you really have to learn from the old monster Huang Sanjia, don't care if it is a tiger dog, let's talk about it after learning it. Xu Fengnian thought of the celestial dragon and tiger mountain, Zhao Huangchao, who came by dragon in his dream for no reason. This Zhao is not the Zhao of the Tianshi Mansion. Xu Fengnian has not yet figured out whether it is a dream or real, if it is the truth. , Why didn’t the girl who had been climbing up the cliff all night respond? Even the old sword **** Li Chungang hadn't noticed it! But if it’s a spring and autumn dream, the white python confronts the black dragon, and the middle-aged Taoist priest Zhao Huangchao says everything is justified, especially the Zhangxu Tianlong rising from the cliff. It’s exactly the same in "Frightened Dragon Picture". This picture of the Heavenly King and Heavenly Girl was created by a great Qi refiner and supplemented by evil prophecies. Xu Fengnian frowned. For the time being, he dared not talk about this weird thing to anyone. Xu Xiao and Li Huiyishan mentioned it.

　　

His Royal Highness 　　 didn't know that not long ago in Huishan, someone happened to look at him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood on the Wangjiang Terrace of Wending Pavilion. The two stood against a railing. The Wending Pavilion was built on the cliff, while Wangjiang Terrace abruptly crossed out. The mountain breeze hunts and hunts, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng draws together. Closed the fur collar, the old man with frosty temples and hair smiled and said: "It's cold? You tired lazy girl, like your father, refuses to do anything in the martial arts, and martial arts does not necessarily mean fighting, killing, and strengthening your body. Fitness is fundamental."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s cheeks were flushed by the wind blowing from the river surface to the wall of Guniugang, he shrank his neck, and said coquettishly: "It's not too late to learn."

　　

　　The ancient sword name hung at the waist hugs the simple Xuanyuan Guoqi with a smile.

　　

　　The old man is the only seedling of Huishan Xuanyuan and his generation. After the ancestor Huizong Xuanyuan Dapan was defeated and defeated again, he retreats and practiced with Xuanyuan Guoqi single-handedly propped up the beam. The sword **** Li Chungang, who can be called Li Wudi, missed the opportunity to face off. It has only become famous in the past two decades. In the first battle of the mountain, he picked the hardest Wujiajian mound as the sharpening stone, forcing the king of Wujiasu to return his sword to be out of the sheath, Xuanyuan Guoqi Although he was defeated, he was praised by the martial arts for his late bloomers. These years of friendship are all old people. Not long ago, I went to the Dongyue Sword Pond and picked up six sword puppets with a single sword. His reputation followed Deng Tai Aqi. I don’t know the rumors of the world. It is true or false that Xuanyuan Guoqi will replace Wang Mingyin as the eleventh.

　　

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

　　

　　 The old man flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and the ancient sword in the scabbard trembled, overwhelming the roar of the mountain wind, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng was nothing unusual. The old man sneered: "What a swordsman spirit Li Chungang used to be, and when he became a running dog of Beiliang, it is really disappointing! I wanted to go back to Jianchi to find this kendo senior to learn from him. Although it is easier now, I don't know Li Chungang still has it. Do you deserve this Baopu sword out of its sheath!"

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said: "The skinny camel is bigger than a horse, isn't that old man the eighth?"

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently: "Girls don't play aggressively, you know that the realm of kendo has regressed, and you want to be brave and diligent, especially for the masters of Li Chungang's realm, the difficulty is not worse than that of Du Jie soaring? It’s not on the 1st floor of Sword Immortal, you can fight back to Grandpa. If this eighth is the eighth of real gold and silver, it’s okay to say, if you just miss Li Chungang’s unparalleled heroic figure, then give a name, just let me pierce this cover. It’s okay to return to shame and return to the cloth. The former sword **** without the Trojan horse and one arm is defeated by the Baopu sword. It is better than being used as a stepping stone by those young offspring."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, and the old man waved his hand and said: "Girl, go first, don't be blown out of the wind. Your dad, who is crazy about reading, will talk to me for a month."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng left Wending Pavilion with a sad expression on his face. How can the Xuanyuan family, which has gathered together in Wu Chi, gain a foothold after studying and reading about dementia? Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion, with bookshelves erected on both sides, a slender hand slowly wiped on the secret script arranged according to the initial pronunciation, her eyes were dull. The ancient books that I have touched with my fingers are all the martial arts secrets that Jianghu dreams of. She has read most of them and keeps them in her mind, because she knows that once she is married, even if it is a son-in-law, she will no longer be allowed. Entering Wending Pavilion, she has been reciting the contents of the secret book for years, page after page, book after book, hoping to find a man who can rely on it to prosper the son who was exhausted by the scholar's father. Long room, restore the atmosphere that the bulk should have.

　　

　　After walking out of the Wing Ding Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has a firm expression on his face.

　　

　　An old woman who took care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's growth rushed over and said in a low voice, "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back. There is a sign of serious injury and death."

　　

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

　　

　　The old woman shook her head and said: "Ordinary methods, there is no doubt that you will die."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood blankly on the spot, unconscious.

　　

　　The old woman said with pity: "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is dead when he is dead, so I can find another young man to cultivate it carefully."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips were blue and white, and he muttered, "I don't have this chance."

　　

　　 She turned around abruptly, walked through countless bookshelves in the attic, and came to Wangjiang Terrace, knelt behind Xuanyuan Guoqi with a plop.

　　

　　The well-rounded old man who cultivated Qi Kungfu was just silent and did not ask.

　　

　　Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands and knees on the icy sapphire ground, and said in a deep voice: "Please save Yuan Tingshan's life!"

　　

　　Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that made outsiders scratching their heads, "If you want to be humiliating, you must first have self-humiliation."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body began to tremble, becoming more and more violent, and finally lay on the ground, his heart twisted, and sobbed: "Grandpa, why did the ancestor Huizong choose me for double repair! Why?! As long as grandpa saves Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan can stop the ancestor Huizong with ten swords, Qingfeng doesn’t have to go to Guniujiang!"

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head.

　　

　　 A middle-aged Confucian who looks like a seven-point Xuanyuan Guoqi coughed and walked into Wangjiang Terrace. His hair was tied to a happy towel. He held "The Moral Forbidden Lightning Curse" in one hand, and covered his mouth with one hand and let go Put his back palm behind him, a pool of scarlet blood.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Guoqi, who turned his back to the father and daughter, waved his sleeves, and he was obviously angry.

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed the Taoist book into the blood-filled hand, held it back tightly, bent over, and wanted to help his daughter with his free hand.

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak in his hands and feet. At this time, a force surged out for some reason, and he smashed the hand of his biological father, screaming with resentment and crying: "You are not worthy!"

　　

　　Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the grandson of the Xuanyuan family, had a bitter face and said softly: "Go, you Huiniang will warm a pot of Angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up shaking, staggered out of Wangjiang Terrace, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng a desolately bleak figure.

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Guoqi angered him and did not complain about his misfortune, raising his voice and reprimanding: "Look, in order to marry a man’s wives, you lost the face of your family, not to mention, these years have done it again. What?!"

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Jingcheng calmly said: "Reading."

　　

　　"Read the Spring and Autumn Period."

　　

　　"Read Taoism without doing anything."

　　

　　 "Reading Buddhism Compassion."

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Jingcheng spoke word by word, and his tone was very slow. Indeed, it is not a temper, how can he withstand the pressure of the two decades of rolling eyes, the other two rooms are already riding on his head, pulling back **** and peeing, but the scholar never said a word, just read the book.

　　

　　"Jingcheng wants to let his ancestor Huizong know that his so-called three teachings are connected~IndoMTL.com~ **** doesn't work."

　　

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

　　

　　Xuanyuan Guoqi was so annoyed that his eyebrows trembled, and he wished to slap this unskilled but devilish son to death.

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, and squeezed "The Moral Forbidden Lightning Curse", blood seeped into the page more and more, saying: "Since I can't become a real longevity..."

　　

　　 "Shut up! Something insulting!"

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Guoqi slapped his son's face with a slap and flicked his sleeves away.

　　

　　 Obviously, if the middle-aged scholar continues to speak, it will only become more unceasing.

　　

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

　　

　　 According to Xuanyuan Guoqi's hand strength, even if it is restrained, the traces on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face will never be fleeting.

　　

　　 When Wending Pavilion was empty, he threw out the "Ethical Lightning Curse" and jumped over the fence.

　　

　　 flew out of Guniu Dagang, and hit the dragon king back to the surface of the river.

　　

When 　　 fell in the air, he stepped on the book with his toes and swept forward and across the air like an eagle.

　　

　　 The real person in the world is close at hand and I don’t know.

　　

　　 Xuanyuan Jingcheng drifted across the Dragon King Huijiang River, the tip of the toe landed on the bank for the first time, and a big hole was blown up, the second step was slightly smaller, and the third step was again, seven steps in succession, step by step, like a lotus flower Bloom.

　　

　　 One step at a time, a lotus flower grows step by step.

　　

　　 Seven steps later, there is no dust on the ground.