After staying at Qiulu Inn for three days, Lin Shouyi finally said that there was no point in staying any longer as he could no longer absorb much spiritual energy, especially for some reason, every time he breathed in the pavilion for a long time, he would feel a
It seemed that the sharp energy emanating from the sharp weapon was so strong that his body and soul couldn't bear it. Lin Shouyi made a rare joke and asked Chen Ping'an to go to the bottom of the well to see if there was any treasure.
Chen Pingan roughly guessed the truth. It must be the battle between himself and Cui Han. The two wisps of sword energy that left the Qi Mansion hurt the landscape and destiny of the Old City God Site. Since the sword spirit was involved, Chen Pingan could not say more.
What to say, I had no choice but to take a few more glances at Cui Han when I left the inn. The latter had been in a good mood for the past two days and was walking like a breeze. After giving Chen Pingan a look, he immediately became much more honest. Cui Chan was a little confused.
Without thinking, I began to reflect on myself for which bad deeds I had received retribution for.
When the group left the inn, someone was about to stay at the Qiulu Inn. Cui Chan didn't look away, but Li Baoping's three children were all surprised. It turned out that it was the old servant Huang Tingguo who came to the county with his family and servants.
In the city, three carriages were parked in the alley outside the inn.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign country, the old minister of the Ministry of Finance laughed heartily, especially when he saw that the children of Li Baoping and Li Huai had replaced their straw sandals with boots and wore brand-new clothes. They were full of vitality. The old man was even more pleased and must send them out of the city.
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Among the family members of the old minister, a woman with elegant clothes and a graceful demeanor, and a man in a green robe with an impressive appearance were the most eye-catching. The old man introduced them as his eldest daughter and youngest son. They said they were not good at studying, so they wanted to
It is a luxury to rely on children to shine the lintel of the family. Listening to his father complaining in front of outsiders, the man in green robe remained expressionless. The mature woman smiled and looked at the young girls and children, and finally looked at Yu Lu, and the woman smiled even more.
It was thick, as if she had accidentally found the most delicious mountain delicacies. The woman seemed to be coughing unbearably. She quickly turned her head and lowered her head, raised her sleeves to cover her scarlet lips, and coughed twice.
Inside the wide cuffs, the real scene is that the woman swallowed secretly, stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.
Chen Pingan frowned.
The tall young man who served as the groom smiled as usual and turned to look at Cui Han, "Sir, when will we set off?"
Cui Chan said indifferently: "Let's go."
The old servant laughed and said: "My old body has been exposed to wind and cold occasionally, and I really can't stand the wind and sun. Let's sit in the same car with Mr. Cui. I just want to ask Mr. Cui about the cliff carvings. You two
One, follow behind. If you don’t want to walk out of the city, it’s up to you whether you want to take a carriage or not.”
Two carriages drove out of Yuyunliushui Alley. In the carriage in front, Cui Chan and the old servant were sitting opposite each other, and the atmosphere was heavy.
The old man, whose apparent identity is Huang Tingguo's minister, clasped his fists and said: "I came here uninvited. I hope that the master of the country will forgive me."
The young man in white with a hint of cinnabar on his eyebrows rubbed the jade pendant at his waist with both fingers. He stared at the old man rudely and his words were even more offensive. "Did that little bastard of yours instigate you to come and find out? You want to see what I am really like."
Are you capable of killing your father and son?"
On that night, the old man who was drunk and boating to the Milky Way was not angry, but said with a kind expression: "Master Imperial Master, my youngest son is not very capable, but he has a lot of tricks. This time he is really scared and happy.
When he lost his composure, he notified me, hoping that I could help him make suggestions on how to cooperate with the National Preceptor and Dali. How can this be considered a test? The National Preceptor misunderstood and looked down upon my youngest son."
Cui Chen shook his head and said: "I never care what you think about my actions. I only care about how you do it and the final result. So since that little bastard broke my rules first, I have my own means of teaching him a lesson later. You
If this old reptile who is the father is not convinced and plans to tear up the covenant and not become the master of the new academy of Piyun Mountain, we might as well slowly calculate all this and see who is more powerful and who is more evil.
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The old servant in the form of the old dragon had a gloomy face, "Master Imperial Master, why are you so aggressive? My youngest son's behavior is a little over the line. But for the Imperial Master who holds great power, isn't the overall situation the most important thing? Don't I?
With this little bit of face, isn’t it worthy of the Imperial Master to be accommodating and accommodating?”
"You guys who regard intrigues as a casual meal, you may think that this kind of temptation is normal. I was like this before, but the situation is different now." Cui Chan narrowed his eyes, "My husband just taught me
The truth is, sometimes, you can't even take a step out, otherwise you will be beaten."
Cui Han leaned forward, looked at the uncertain face of vicissitudes of life, and sneered: "Do you really think you are qualified to ride in the same carriage as me? Then do you know that your true body is the square inkstone of Fulong Temple?
The old, skinny little dragon on the bed has now fallen into my hands?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Master Imperial Master, why is this happening? There are just some minor disputes between allies, and there is no need for a great path, right?"
The old man calmed down his expression, and his eyes showed the cruelty of his cold nature, "It was originally a great good thing, and the Imperial Master is not afraid of the fish dying and the net breaking the net? Both sides are trying to draw water from a bamboo basket but come up with nothing?"
Cui Han stared hard at the old man's eyes that had not yet removed the mask, and his words became more and more domineering, but his tone was extremely calm, like the broadest and most vast river in the world, all his power was under the water's surface, "You are not worthy of talking to me.
You have to try hard to understand my Cui Chan's principles, do you understand? Next, I will use the ancient thunder method to hit the sleeping old dragon on the square inkstone, which is your true body, until I almost disperse you.
Three hundred years of moral conduct will stop. So you see, I don’t have to take care of your little bastard personally. In the end, you will naturally get angry at him."
There was murderous intent in Lao Jiao's eyes, and he shouted: "Cui Han! Don't bully others too much!"
Cui Chan laughed and said: "Too much bullying? Are you a human being, you old reptile? None of your family are human beings. Look at your virtues, and look at your bastard son, how can you still shine on the lintel? Especially the one outside?
The founder of Ziyang Mansion, when he saw Yu Lu with strong dragon energy, he couldn't even walk, right? With a family like yours, even if I dare to support you to a very high place, you can't sit still
Can you stand firm?!"
Cui Chan stretched out his fingers and shook them in front of him, "You can't do it."
Without waiting for Lao Jiao to speak, Cui Han pointed out the window with both fingers, "Go out and look at you with dirty eyes. If I don't receive a satisfactory answer within three days, I won't give you any reply. Then you can
come kill me."
The old dragon was silent for a long time, then finally bent down and bowed, then backed away.
From the beginning to the end, there was almost no ripple in Cui Han's inner lake, let alone the seriousness of his appearance.
When the carriage stopped for a moment and then continued forward, Cui Yi closed his eyes and felt high-spirited.
Cui Chan raised the corners of his mouth and murmured: "Three."
Inside the carriage, the breeze was blowing without warning. The young man was dressed in a long-sleeved white coat, with the surface flowing slowly like a stream.
On the side of the road, I saw the old man leaving the carriage, chatting and laughing with the children, and then stayed alone to watch the group leave the county town.
The man in green robe and the graceful woman got out of the carriage behind, a little puzzled.
The old man kept looking at the carriage. In the end, the old man looked back slumped. Instead of finding any flaws, he saw an unbelievable and terrifying scene.
Jump across realms!
The old man in a scholar's shirt turned to look at the daughter and son, and said with a smile: "There is only one missing. It is a small reunion of the family. I am very happy to be a father."
As the founder of the Ziyang Mansion, the woman is obviously more intuitive and keen. As for other types of movements in the inner lake, she is probably exposed to the word lake. She is born with a kind of spying power. She has realized that
Lao Jiao's mood was not quite right. Without hesitation, she stood up from the ground and turned into a rainbow light to escape from the county town. However, she forgot that the gap between her and her father was not just about seniority.
The old man in the scholar's shirt was obviously furious and didn't care whether the county would be affected. Moreover, not to mention a small county, but the entire Huangting Kingdom, what qualifications did he have to talk about Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? There are indeed some kittens and little snakes.
, but there is no way to make Lao Jiao look at him with admiration. Now that the Great Li cavalry is going south, it has become a fixed trend. He no longer needs to hide his figure too much, but this is based on the premise of establishing a solid alliance with Great Li.
The unnecessary move this time caused extraneous problems and angered the national master Cui Han. In fact, in the final analysis, the old man was indeed too frightened, his mood fluctuated greatly, and he lost his sense of proportion. He was no better than the youngest son of the Hanshi River Water God. After all,
He and Cui Minghuang from Guanhu Academy saw the "Thunder Pond" with their own eyes on the top of the cliff, and the old scholar who waved his sleeves to let them leave the Lei Pond. Afterwards, a string of golden words appeared on the palms of his hands.
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In the secret letter from the Dashui Mansion sent by the man in green robe, the great Li national master who mentioned his youthful appearance to his father described in detail Cui Han's actions. He also said that now he has no realm and no cultivation left.
There was actually no ill intention in the words of the Hanshi River Water God. He just hoped that his father would help test whether he could help the Dashui Mansion to gain more benefits. After all, how could a Dashui Mansion dare to compete with Cui Xuan?
What's the benefit of killing Cui Chan? When Da Li goes south, isn't it the time when Dashui Mansion is destroyed?
The man in green robe asked in a trembling voice: "Father, why is this? But the eldest sister did something wrong?"
The old man stretched out a withered palm, hooked his five fingers, and pulled it down bit by bit. He said with a cold face: "It has nothing to do with your sister. It's mainly because of your superfluous efforts, which cost me three hundred years of cultivation.
As a result, there will be many twists and turns in the future, and the father will not be in a good mood. Is this reason enough?!"
Scarlet blood flowers bloomed between the old man's fingers. They looked small and cute, but in fact they were anything but gentle.
Because it was exactly the same in the sky, five huge blood grooves were scratched on the woman's body, which was even more miserable than the pork on the chopping board. With one cut, there were deep scars that could be seen in the bones.
Not only that, the woman who had escaped a hundred feet away in an instant was quickly pulled back to the county town.
However, because the tragedy happened silently and high in the sky, the people in the county and city were not aware of it. Except for a few who happened to look up at the sky, all of them were dumbfounded, the rest did not cause much trouble.
In the end, the woman fell back to the ground, covered in blood and flesh. Her talisman robe, which was originally in excellent condition, was in dilapidated condition and the clothes did not cover her body. She huddled on the ground, wailing in pain, and pleading to the old dragon.
The dignified master of Ziyang Mansion, one of the few Qi practitioners in Huang Tingguo, and a great immortal who is expected to reach the tenth level of cultivation, is just rolling around on the ground.
The old man in a scholar's shirt casually waved his hand, and the woman's whole body fell sideways to the shop beside the road. After breaking a beam, she collapsed at the foot of the wall like mud.
The green-robed man's face turned pale, "Is the Imperial Master angry? This trivial temptation means that the son is indeed wrong, but is it worth his efforts to mobilize troops like this? Aren't you afraid that we will simply fall to the Sui Dynasty?"
The old man in Confucian shirt stared at the frightened young boy, sighed, and walked away. He did not teach him a lesson, but just said two words, "Trash."
The master of Hanshi River Water God picked up his dying sister and returned to the carriage. The driver was the Hebo scribe under Dashui Mansion. When the man in green robe lifted the curtain, he turned his back to the scribe and said with some regret: "Sui Bin
, you are right, I shouldn't be so reckless."
The scribe waved his whip, drove the carriage slowly, and returned to the Qiulu Inn. He said softly: "Good luck and misfortune depend on each other, and it is not always a bad thing. If you know the bottom line of the national preceptor, it will be easier to deal with him in the future. If you suffer a small loss now, it will always be better."
To be continued...