On the eighth day of the fourth month, the city of Guyue, which was originally clear and clear, suddenly covered with red clouds, and scattered snow seemed like a fairy in the sky, slowly falling down.
Facing the cold wind, Xuanyuan's national weapon was already terminally ill, and he left the city gate with his head held high.
Xuanyuan Qingcheng stood on the city wall with a woman's arm in his arms, silently looking at Xuanyuan Guoqi's back.
The cold wind blew, and Xuanyuan Guoqi coughed repeatedly, and scarlet blood knocked out, staining his palms. Turning back, Xuanyuan Guoqi glanced at Xuanyuan Qingcheng.
"Qingcheng, you will take care of your mother from now on."
The woman woke up like a dream and shouted suddenly: "Xuanyuan Guoqi, where are you going?"
The middle-aged scholar continued to move forward and smiled warmly, "Go to 'welcome' Liu Gupan. Only by killing this greedy 'old turtle' can Guyue City obtain real peace."
Xuanyuan Guoqi suddenly stopped and said endlessly: "When I was young, I saw the saint saying, "How can I sweep the world if I don't sweep a house?" Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Guoqi can only sweep the lonely moon in this life.
The city is a hundred miles away, and the world cannot be swept away."
On the city tower, the woman burst into tears.
Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled: "Xuanyuan Guoqi will not regret marrying you back then."
Xuanyuan Qingcheng's mouth trembled, and he didn't know what to say. When she saw her mother turn back home, she finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Mom, we really won't go and see it?"
The woman turned her head and looked cold: "Go and see how Xuanyuan National Vessel seeks death?"
Xuanyuan Qingcheng's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to speak but stopped.
But the woman added fuel to the fire and said, "So what if he wins? Xuanyuan National Artifact is not the Xuanyuan National Artifact that we both know at all. Could it be that if he wins, I will cry my pear blossoms.
Yu went to ask him to change his mind, and then respect him as a guest, and grow old together?"
Xuanyuan Qingcheng burst into tears: "Mom, do you really... don't feel sorry at all?"
The woman laughed and was a little crazy: "I don't know the feeling of heartache for a long time. If you want to go, just go by yourself. I want to be alone for a while."
Ye Junlin came to the city tower at some point, only Ning Kunlun was followed by him.
Ye Junlin wore a white fox fur today, the same color as the white snow falling from the sky. The Juque Sword was still behind him, and invisibly exuding a sharp sword energy.
For the first time in Xuanyuan Qingcheng's life, he felt that this "King of Wei" who was sometimes unattainable and sometimes as low as dust, no longer so annoying.
For the first time in my life, I stood with a man and never left.
For the first time in my life, I feel that this cold boy feels very safe.
For the first time in her life, her little atrium beats slightly.
Ye Junlin, wearing a fox fur, stood side by side on the city tower of Guyue City with Xuanyuan Qingcheng in purple, looking in the same direction.
Ning Kunlun scratched the back of his head and said to himself: "Why do you feel that you are a little redundant?"
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The middle-aged scholar walked slowly in the wind, his sleeves were graceful, and he was outstanding. After enduring for twenty years, he showed all his might.
Along the way, he coughed all the way, and blood continued to seep out. Along the way, Xuanyuan Guoqi thought about many things, including good and bad, ups and downs, and humiliation and honor.
After all, he turned around and his eyes fell on Ye Junlin, as if he was asking something. Ye Junlin sighed and nodded slightly.
Xuanyuan's country's weapon is at ease.
The wedding team of Longhu Mountain finally walked to Guyue City in the wind and snow. Liu Gupan, dressed in a red groom costume, looked at Xuanyuan's national weapon hidden in the wind and snow, and his face showed a despicable and unlucky way.
a smile.
"Oh, my father-in-law, are you here to welcome me?"
A 140-year-old turtleman is going to call a 40-year-old father-in-law. It's a blessing that you are so shameless.
A look of hatred finally appeared on Xuanyuan Guoqi's face. Over the years, you, Liu Gupan, have been bullying my Xuanyuan family's account, and it's time to calculate it with you.
Xuanyuan's national weapon inserted the book back to his waist and held up a large wolf's hair out of thin air.
The old turtle who was in Longhu Mountain with a word of nine or seventy smiled slightly: "Then let me learn about the master of Xuanyuan City."
The words were contemptuous and did not take Xuanyuan's national weapon seriously at all.
Xuanyuan Kingdom weapon, which is not deliberately suppressing the realm, raises his hand and takes a step on his right foot, and bends his knees slightly with his left foot. The wolf's hair waves in his hand, and the mysterious light shines, which is amazing.
In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky flipped like dragons and suddenly fell.
Xuanyuan Guoqi whispered: "I regret Kunlun when I start writing."
Tolerance to what ordinary people cannot tolerate, so it can become what ordinary people cannot achieve.
Xuanyuan Kingdom endured the weapon for twenty years. At this moment, all the grievances were like an erupting volcano, pouring on Liu Gupan.
The pen in your hand is like a dragon and a snake, and it seems like ghosts and gods are moving together in your hair, and the thousands of atmospheres in your heart are put into the pen. The words are born from the heart, and every word drawn from the Xuanyuan Kingdom weapon seems murderous.
The energy surged, and the realm of Xuanyuan's national weapon reached Xuanzun.
The dark clouds pressed against the top and the storm was about to come.
Liu Gupan lived two people in his seventies. It cannot be said that Mount Tai collapsed before him and did not move, but he was also extremely calm. The improvement of Xuanyuan's national weapon's realm is too mysterious, so mysterious that it is hard to believe.
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The cunning Liu Gupan could see at a glance that the realm of Xuanyuan's national weapon was nothing more than a life-long battle. He burned his essence and could not last long.
With one stroke, Liu Gupan avoided sideways.
Xuanyuan Guoqi's face turned stern, his wrist turned, and he made another stroke.
A tornado rose from the ground, and the weather of the heaven and earth was a tornado as the axis, flying sand and stones. Xuanyuan's national weapon was in full swing, and its momentum soared, without any signs of exhaustion. He swung his pen and his energy reached its peak.
The tornado is divided into three, like three wind dragons.
"Three dragons draw water!"
Liu Gupan's hair was blown into chaos, but he said disdainfully: "Burn your life to exchange for the realm, this is all your ability? Such a "killing a chicken to get an egg" behavior is okay to scare people, but you want to hurt them.
I, it's so ridiculous."
The three dragon scrolls suddenly moved towards Liu Gupan who was still. However, Liu Gupan laughed loudly, the energy in his chest surged, and the vast sea of qi rolled like boiling water.
His hands were like hooks, and he stuck out his left hand and a tornado was torn to pieces by him.
Just as Liu Gupan teared towards the last tornado, Xuanyuan's weapon suddenly moved. He lit up his toes and blasted a big pit on the ground. In his hand, he flew and flew into the sky, and wrote a 'righteous meaning.
'Character.
The wind and rain are dark, lightning and thunder are roaring. The snow melts, and the heavy rain is majestic.
Xuanyuan's national artifact closed his eyes, watched the lights and horses in the sea of consciousness, and the poems and articles he had read appeared one by one.
Read the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, read the inaction of Taoism, and read the compassion of Buddhism.
The joys and sorrows of separation, poverty, wealth, longing, drunkenness, resentment, injustice, injustice, injustice, injustice, injustice, indifferent, moving in the heart, and accomplishing in the word, can we be united with heaven and earth.
The word "Yi" flew up, and nine thunders came from the nine heavens. In just a blink of an eye, Liu Gupan, who had become famous for more than 80 years, was knocked to ashes.
Don’t say that scholars have no courage and dare to change the sun and the moon to a new sky.