The next day, Zuo Qiuliang, who had gotten up early, got up to urinate and saw two people squatting on a branch like two statues.
"What are you doing, squatting on a branch in the early morning, waiting to turn into a phoenix?"
Facing the morning sun, Zuo Qiuliang saw the luck flowing in the young man's body, repairing the broken Dengxian Bridge bit by bit, his eyes were filled with surprise, and he said to himself: "My dear, are you really going to turn into a phoenix?!"
Repairing the Dengxian Bridge yourself? Unheard of.
He shook the two inches below his crotch, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his clothes, then stood up and climbed onto the branch.
"How did you do it? Where did the luck in your body come from? And you are still repairing the Dengxian Bridge by yourself?"
Li Chengru had obviously fallen asleep. When he heard Zuo Qiuliang's voice, he suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, he held Xu Qingmu's wrist, with surprise on his face: "It's really so."
Zuo Qiuliang was even more curious: "What kind of luck is this?"
Xu Qingmu, who also woke up with his eyes open, naturally discovered the subtle changes in his body. The Zhenhu Mountain luck that Lin Zhenbei instilled into his body was like a tailor bird, constantly repairing the broken Dengxian bit by bit.
Bridge. Although the progress is extremely slow, it is proceeding in an orderly manner. Xu Qingmu did not hide it, but told the origin of this luck.
Zuo Qiuliang bared his teeth, "are there such people in this world?"
Don't risk your own life, just give up this unique luck to others!
"Although these three hundred years of luck to Zhenhu Mountain will allow you to climb the Immortal Bridge and repair it slowly, but if you really have to rely entirely on these lucks, that is wishful thinking. Not to mention that the speed of repair is extremely slow, just this
The luck that is being consumed while you are repairing it is simply not enough to support you until you reach the Immortal Bridge and completely repair it."
Xu Qingmu nodded. He had never thought that he could repair the Dengxian Bridge in this way.
Zuo Qiuliang spoke again: "But there are still many benefits. This kind of luck will bring you many unexpected benefits. You should experience it yourself."
Xu Qingmu thanked him, and after chatting, they got off the tree together and went to the canteen to have breakfast.
Everyone else was waiting here, and Song Qida was particularly excited. He said that after these days of sleepless practice, he had finally reached the bottleneck of the Eight Swordsman, and was now only one level away from his master, Duan Eight Swordsmen.
After hearing this, Qishang was obviously a little unhappy:
"You stay up all night? As soon as the gong rings, you sleep deeper than a pig, snoring so loudly that I can't sleep at all! How shameless!"
Song Qidao scratched his head. The lie was exposed, which made the flower monk a little embarrassed. However, it did not affect the monk's mood at all. He immediately said: "Xu Qingmu, how about we discuss and discuss after dinner?"
Xu Qingmu did not answer, but became more energetic:
"What's the use of a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? I'll do it!"
Song Qidao threw a piece of chicken leg into his mouth with a disdainful expression, and his words were full of frivolity: "Don't cry when you lose."
After eating, a few people really prepared an open space for Qishang and Song Qidao in the cave, so that the two could fight. I have to say that Qishang has made great progress during this period. Under the guidance of Li Chengru
, Qishang, who had just learned the boxing skills, was able to fight Song Qidao with great openness and closeness. In less than three rounds, Song Qidao, who was a little arrogant at the beginning, became a little autistic.
This fucking guy is really a pervert. Not only is he physically strong, but his boxing skills are also so domineering!
how to spell?
Throwing away the heavy six-ring sword with a blunt back, Song Qida doubted for the first time whether there was something wrong with the sword technique taught by his master.
Qishang squatted on the ground with a smile and looked at the somewhat decadent Hua Monk. He imitated Li Chengru and reached out to pat Song Qidao on the shoulder: "Young man, don't belittle yourself. If you keep working hard, you will eventually achieve something."
Song Qidao almost cried.
Xu Qingmu watched the competition between the two people very seriously, and was amazed at Qishang's rapid progress. Xu Qingmu also studied the book "Don't Ask Outsiders" for no less than three or four years, but it was an achievement...
It's not as good as Xiaoshou Qishang's dozens of days of practice. Especially the ease of receiving and releasing the punches and the control of speed are all exquisite.
Song Qidao did not lose unfairly.
The apprentice was proud, and the master was even more proud. Li Chengru looked at Xu Qingmu with a smile: "Well, my apprentice is pretty good, right?"
Xu Qingmu rolled his eyes, well, feelings are just showing off. At that moment, he bent his fingers and shouted to Qishang: "Punch!"
There was no ink on Qi Shang, so he just raised his fist. Xu Qingmu also clenched his right hand tightly, making it into a fist shape, and suddenly swung it out from his waist. When the two fists collided, the breath flowed, and strong winds blew around, making everyone's clothes flutter.
With just one punch, Qishang took three steps back, but Xu Qingmu did not take one step back.
Qikagami's eyes widened in surprise. Is this still the sword cultivator boss? Why is he so domineering with his fists?
"Come again!" Qishang said angrily.
Xu Qingmu said to Qishang: "Use all your strength and try my second punch."
Qishang shook his arm, took two steps back, and then suddenly accelerated, punching him as fast as a rabbit. There was a strong wind surging around the fist, and everyone who saw it looked sideways.
Xu Qingmu also retreated, his eyes instantly sharpened, his right hand clenched into a fist, still at his waist, and his legs moved forward and back, forming a horse stance.
Then she punched lightly, as if the woman was drunk, and even her speed slowed down a bit.
Zuo Qiuliang, who was standing next to him, brightened up with praise in his eyes.
That light punch met Qi Shang's hard punch. When the two came into contact, Qi Shang's expression changed drastically as if he was electrocuted. It was too late to try to punch again. Then he saw Xu Qingmu's left foot suddenly moved forward.
Stepping forward, the right hand that had been in contact with Qishang's fist suddenly exerted force again.
"Punch 2: Explode!"
With Xu Qingmu's soft drink, Qishang flew out like a kite with a broken string, and crashed into a big tree.
Xu Qingmu raised his head and looked at Li Chengru, his eyes had a different meaning.
Qishang climbed up, seemingly seriously injured, but as a person involved, he clearly felt that at the last moment, Xu Qingmu withdrew his strength, seemingly making a big noise, but in fact, he was not hurt at all. However, Qishang was still
Some people don't understand why that light punch not only makes them as weak as cotton, but the sudden burst of force is as heavy as a stone.
Seeing Qishang running over, Ye Qingxian drew his sword and ran forward: "Stop staring at my master and fight me!"
Before Qi Shang could explain, he was greeted by Ye Qingxian's shadow-like sword attack. Qi Shang had no choice but to retreat while fighting, resisting with his body, thinking that this little woman only had a little strength and would wait until
When you're done, go up and tidy her up to make sure she's docile.
"The Surge of the Tide Watching Sword Technique!"
Ye Qingxian took a step back, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at Qishang. In an instant, Qishang seemed to see the sea.
The endless waves rushed toward him like an endless stream, catching Qishang off guard. The wave-like sword energy directly collided and hit the tree hard again.
Embarrassed.
Li Chengru was gnashing his teeth. He wanted to show off, but was actually slapped in the face. At the moment, looking at the proud little sword attendant Ye Qingxian who put away his sword, Li Chengru thought thoughtfully: It's time to teach him that move.
The old man pushed the cart.
Of course, Qi Shang didn't know what his master was thinking. At the moment, he just felt that this woman was so dazzling, and it felt so comfortable to hit him with that sword.
I want to strike again.
But after all, Qishang, who was in love for the first time and transformed into a ferocious beast, was also a little shy. He rubbed his stained animal skin clothes, licked his face and stood next to his boss. He said shyly: "Boss, give it to me."
Buy some clothes..."
Xu Qingmu looked at Qishang in front of him, a smile came to his mind, and he frowned.
very nice.
Just like in Funiu Town, Lin Zhenbei also said to Xu Qingmu:
"Sanchu'er, find me a wife..."
The Secret of White Mirror - The red moon is in the sky in the cave, but it is like the warmest early sun in the world, shining quietly on this world. Time is not old, and they will not be separated.
Only Song Qidao kicked the blunt knife on the ground hard, pouting and saying nothing.
.......
The capital is bustling.
All the well-known forces from all sides went to it, and King Xu Yan's birthday became an invisible edict that descended everywhere in the world.
On the third day before his birthday, Wang Shuai, the third son of the Wang family, his eldest son Wang Qi, and his son Wang Hu came to the inn where Xu Qingmu stayed and apologized to Xu Qingmu together. Especially the eldest son Wang Qi, who had a face that was somewhat scholarly.
There is a sincere apology on it, so insincere.
Xu Qingmu said it was okay. After all, there was no big conflict. During this period, Wang Shuai did something that Xu Qingmu did not expect. He cut off an arm of Huang Mang, who was teasing Lin Xue that day, and sent someone to deliver it.
This third son, Wang Shuai, seems to be stupid and scheming, but in fact he is fully capable of being a rebel of the Wang family.
Xu Qingmu was still sighing at Wang Shuai's agility. In that dynasty, King Xu Yan then made a wave of operations that made everyone in the world applaud.
Before his birthday, let’s hold a funeral ceremony for the immortal from the Wang family.
So while the wedding banquet was being arranged in full swing in the Ninth Five-Year Palace, King Xu Yan set off directly to the Wang family to express his condolences in person. He also said that death is a big deal, and the funeral of the immortal should not be neglected because of the birthday banquet.
For a time, everyone in the Wang family bowed their heads, bowed their heads again, and shouted long live King Xu Yan.
Therefore, people from all walks of life came to celebrate the birthday of King Xu Yan, all wearing two-foot-long white ribbons and mourning clothes, offering a stick of incense or a bouquet to the thirteenth-level sword cultivator who was more than 140 years old.
Flowers, say: Goodbye, immortal.
What made everyone in the temple even more unexpected was that Wang Yin, the current rebel of the Wang family, was in the prime of life when he knew his destiny, but suddenly announced that the position of head of the Wang family would be occupied by Wang Shuai, who had just emerged in the world. By the way, this king
Shuai is the person who was sacrificed by the immortal before his death.
There was a commotion all over the city.
It turns out that some people who were reluctant to get into a relationship took this opportunity to cry for their father and mother, and the person who died seemed to be their own father.
Even closer.
Xu Qingmu looked at the leucorrhea floating in the streets for ten miles, and the cries of pain in Chang'an Street from morning to night. It was really worse than the death of the emperor. He sighed in his heart:
The battles in the temple are far more obscure and far-reaching than the grudges and grudges in the rivers and lakes.
The fat man thought so.
However, Qi Shang, who had just become a human, was a little confused and sighed secretly, King Xu Yan is not doing well either.
A beast is a beast after all. How can he understand the small fights in the human heart? However, Qi Shang still had something on his mind at the moment. The beautiful girl named Ye Qingxian asked him to get away.
So he really rolled around a few times, which actually made the beauty smile.
Fortune favors fools.
The white cloth on Chang'an Street was quickly removed. Before the tears could be wiped away, the crowd put on smiles and stood in the wind, waiting for the roar of the ceremonial robes in the Ninth Five Halls.
King Xu Yan was also very patient. He took off his white funeral robe at the last moment, put on the nine-dragon five-clawed golden python, put on the golden and purple flaming sun crown, and planted the white snake flag. As the eunuch of the court gave a soft drink,
The melodious sound spread throughout Chang'an Street.
"With the obedience of heaven and the cooperation of earth, today the world is at peace, thanks to the great grace of our emperor."
Then the roar of ceremonial robes filled Chang'an.
"Long live King Xu Yan!" followed by cheers that shook the whole city.
That day:
There is no one in the building a hundred feet high, but there are thousands of souls kneeling on the ground.
That day:
I want to see the guests gathered in the starry temple, and the longevity wine will be filled with the fragrance of spring.
That day:
Xu Qingmu climbed up to the inn building, and from a distance, he saw the middle-aged man wearing yellow cock-toed shoes and the veiled woman, whom he had seen before.
On the slope of the border fortress, you can see the setting sun when you look up, and you can see the picturesque scenery of the country.