At this time, Xiao Xiaohan also stood up and stretched, looking at Xiao Se: "I'll go take a look."
"Yeah" Xiao Se nodded: "Go and have a look, otherwise no one knows what will happen to him when he sees Xue Yue Sword Immortal."
Xiao Xiaohan chuckled lightly and touched Sikong Qianluo's hair, "I'll go up first and wait here, you know?"
"Yes." Sikong Qianluo nodded: "Sister, you go ahead."
"The daughter of King Jiangling, what a big deal," the book boy murmured to himself.
"Yes." Li Fansong also nodded.
Xiao Se looked at the two of them and pointed at Sikong Qianluo who was sitting next to him: "There is also a daughter of the Spear Immortal here."
"There is no such thing as a gun fairy, and a girl is not a girl. I am Sikong Qianluo." Sikong Qianluo was a little angry, and seemed to hate the title of the daughter of the gun fairy.
Xiao Se looked at Sikong Qianluo with a smile and did not reply.
"You want to give it a try? Huh?" Sikong Qianluo held a spear and held out a gun flower.
But the green shirt was gone before his eyes.
"Yes" suddenly a voice sounded in Sikong Qianluo's ears, and warm breath blew her earlobes. She was startled, and the spear in her hand flew out, but the man in green clothes retreated ten feet away again.
"Uncle Master, didn't you say that this person doesn't know martial arts?" the book boy said in confusion.
"This is not martial arts, it's Qinggong," Li Fansong explained.
"Oh," the book boy asked, "What is Qinggong?"
"The best light kung fu in the world, Stepping on the Clouds!" The scholar swallowed.
"Stepping on the clouds" the book boy widened his eyes and looked at Xiao Se who was walking away: "That's not..."
"Created by King Jiangling." Li Fansong looked at Xiao Se who was walking away, his eyes serious: "I don't know what relationship he has with King Jiangling."
Xiao Xiaohan, who boarded the Dentian Pavilion, did not go to the fourteenth floor, but went to the next floor. The fifteenth floor was not empty like other attics. On the contrary, it was like a library, with two huge
There are various ancient books on the bookshelf, with a sandalwood stove in the middle. A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe is sitting on a wooden chair and reading quietly.
Xiao Xiaohan, who was standing at the entrance of the attic, also smiled when he saw it. He did not step in, but said softly: "Tianqi, the daughter of King Jiangling, has met Uncle Yunhe."
"Since you're here, come in. There's no need to stand outside," Lei Yunhe said, but he didn't stand up to greet him.
"Yes" Xiao Xiaohan responded softly.
Sikong Qianluo put away her spear. She was originally the guardian of the fourteenth floor of Dentian Pavilion today. She followed her father Sikong Changfeng to practice spear skills since she was a child. Even the King of Jiangling once taught her a thing or two. In this Xueyue City,
Even putting aside her identity as the daughter of the Gun Fairy, her martial arts skills are still second only to a few disciples such as Tang Lian among this generation of young disciples. Even Luo Mingxuan, the apprentice of the elder Fairy Luoxia, is inferior to her.
She had reached the first level, but facing this young man in green shirt who seemed to have a frivolous pace and no deep internal strength, she fired thirty times in a row, but she never succeeded.
"As expected of the next Spear Immortal whom King Jiangling once praised," Xiao Se praised.
Sikong Qianluo blushed when he heard this, but the blush quickly disappeared. He clenched the spear in his hand and asked, "Who are you?"
Desolate and charming, he said: "Xueyue Villa, desolate."
Sikong Qianluo thought for a moment and asked, "What sect is Xueluo Villa?"
"It's an inn, nothing more," Xiao Se explained.
Sikong Qianluo's face darkened and he said, "Are you kidding me?"
"You asked me what sect I was from, and I answered, but you said I was playing tricks on you." Xiao Se sighed and said helplessly.
Sikong Qianluo said no more, but raised the spear and said angrily: "Stop the wind!"
As Sikong Qianluo said "the wind has stopped", the wind in the entire long street stopped almost instantly.
Sikong Qianluo shouted again: "The wind is rising."
The wind that filled the street seemed to hover over her spear in an instant. The tip of the gun roared in the wind, and when she shot out, it was no longer the ordinary and sharp attack just now, but a blow that swept through the long wind that filled the street.
When the shot was fired, Xiao Se suddenly remembered the story told by the waiter at the tea shop yesterday: When Sikong Changfeng stood in the Dengtian Pavilion, the wind in the city stopped, and everyone was hovering around the black-robed man holding a black-gold spear.
Next to the man. At this moment, the legend became a reality, and the spear that could stir up the storm in the city was right in front of him.
No, just on my chest!
Shiyu, who was wearing an emerald green outfit, was sitting on a chair without a trace, eating preserved fruit and drinking tea. "Hiccup... the snacks here are just delicious."
"Shiyu, please be more ladylike, this is not the palace, this is..." Xiao Xuanli, wearing black clothes, with disheveled hair and a satisfied smile on his face, walked in from the outside and was about to scold Cuiyao.
"What? You've been in the military camp for a long time. Has Sister Xinlian made you feel comfortable this time?" Shiyu asked.
Faced with Shi Yu's words about tigers and wolves, Xiao Xuanli, a man, also blushed, but quickly went down, coughed slightly and said: "You are so young, you are talking like this, be careful not to get married."
Shiyu picked up the tea next to her and took a sip and then said: "If I can't get married, it's your business. If not, just stay aside."
Xiao Xuanli looked at Shiyu with resentment. To tell the truth, if he said one thing about Shiyu, Shiyu could say ten things about you. It would make you unable to say anything, and it would suffocate you to death.
"Hehehe" Xinlian, dressed in red with her hair neatly tied up, walked in with a smile and shook her head at Xiao Xuanli, "I'll just say it."
Xiao Xuanli also smiled and waved his hand casually.
Xinlian then walked behind Xiao Xuanli and tied up his hair.
"Sister, when are you going to see Sister Hanyi?" Cuiyao said lazily on the chair.
"Waiting for news," Xinlian said.
"Alas" Shiyu sighed: "Even Qianluo is back, but I... I haven't even seen her face yet."
"Why are you so anxious? The eldest lady is still on the mountain," Xiao Xuanli said.
Shiyu glared at him with her beautiful eyes: "I'm talking to Sister Xinlian, why are you interrupting?"
Xiao Xuanli stared at Shiyu with wide eyes in disbelief. When did this girl dare to speak like this?
"The next two Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain" Xinlian put a hosta in Xiao Xuanli's hair and sat on the chair next to him.
Xiao Xuanli slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a breath and said, "Come just as you are, I'm just here to see the eldest lady, it's nothing important. By the way, does the princess know?"
"I don't know. I haven't gone back since the last time I came here." Xinlian shook her head.
"I probably don't know," Shiyu said.
"How do you know?" Xinlian asked.
"I secretly went to the princess's place and found that the princess was still the same as before, with no trace of panic or panic in her eyes," Shiyu explained.
"Okay, we'll find out when the eldest lady comes out," Xiao Xuanli said.
"Um"
"Little Master Uncle" saw Xiao Se retreating in a hurry, and the book boy became anxious too.
Li Fansong hesitated because he always felt that Xiao Se had other martial arts besides stepping on the clouds.
"I was careless. I didn't expect to be so beautiful and so good at martial arts." Xiao Se quickly retreated, shaking his head and sighing.
Sikong Qianluo was stunned for a moment, then his pretty face turned red, and a peach blossom-like blush spread on the snow.
He was praising himself. This man who was more beautiful than women was praising himself. Of course, the women among them did not include Xiao Xiaohan, because Xiao Xiaohan's beauty was a charming and alluring beauty, like a witch.
At that critical moment, the spearhead finally missed an inch at the last minute, tearing Xiao Se's green shirt's right sleeve to pieces. The spear was retracted, and the wind roared all over the street.
"What a great shot. I wonder what the scene would be like if the Gun Immortal himself were like this." Li Fansong exclaimed as he looked at the wind blowing all over the street.
"Uncle Master, I heard Master said that it seems that King Jiangling also practiced spears," the book boy said.
Li Fansong hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "King Jiangling, he has not only learned spears, knives, swords, Taoist exercises, Buddhist martial arts, in short, he has learned everything that the world can learn."
"Isn't he afraid of not being able to get along well?" the boy asked.
"Do you know what the elders say about King Jiangling?" Li Fansong asked.
"What."
"Immortal" Li Fansong said.
The book boy was surprised and said: "Immortal!"
Xiao Se tore off the torn sleeves, looked at the girl of the Gun Fairy who was suddenly dazed and stood there blushing, and said with a smile: "The girl of the Gun Fairy is indeed unusual."
Sikong Qianluo came back to his senses, put away his spear, looked at the young man in green shirt whose sleeves were tattered but still charming, got on his horse and asked: "Tell me again, what is your name?"
"Xiao Se" Xiao Se said with a smile.
Xiao Xiaohan sat next to Lei Yunhe in Dengtian Pavilion and handed over a cup of tea: "Uncle, your style is still the same."
Lei Yunhe closed the book, took the tea, took a sip and said, "What do you want to say?"
"Uncle, do you know who broke into the pavilion today?" Xiao Xiaohan asked.
Lei Yunhe shook his head, "I don't know."
"Haha" Xiao Xiaohan chuckled and said, "Uncle will be surprised when that person comes up."
The top of Cangshan Mountain.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed in black sat there with a chessboard in front of him and a black-gold spear beside him.
Gun Fairy, Sikong Changfeng.
He held the white piece in his hand, pondered for a moment and then dropped a piece.
Sikong Changfeng smiled bitterly: "He should have reached the fifteenth floor by now. If I guessed correctly, he is here for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the old debt with Lei Hong."
"Humph" a cold snort came from somewhere.
"If you saw it, the eyebrows are exactly the same as his mother's. That silly character is something I learned from my father." Sikong Changfeng smiled.
"The seeds have grown up, and the chess pieces have finally entered the game." The person hiding in the dark sighed.
"Yes, Tang Lian is the seed, Qian Luo is the seed, and now the third seed has finally entered the game. The agreement made for fourteen years is about to be fulfilled." Sikong Changfeng saw that the opponent had no intention of playing chess.
In interest, he also put the chessboard away.
"The chess pieces are in the game, but where are the players?"
Sikong Changfeng stood up and raised the spear on the ground: "The only people playing in this chess game are King Jiangling and Tian. Everyone's life and death depends on King Jiangling's thoughts, including you and me."
"Can we regret the move?" Kong Changfeng felt a burst of fallen leaves drifting past in front of his eyes. A man in white clothes and holding a long sword stood with his back to him.
"But does King Jiangling agree? He has released Xiao Han, which also means that once the chess is on the chessboard, you will never regret it."
"A gentleman cannot regret his moves. Neither I nor my father are gentlemen. You have seen how ruthless my father is." The man with the long sword walked forward.
"Are you going to meet them? With that kid's strength, he could have reached the second floor. But now that Xiaohan and that troublesome guy have given him a drink, and they are having fun, his strength has gone straight to the third floor.
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"Fenghuaxueyue? Is it him?"
"yes."
"Where is he today? Why didn't he come with you?"
"He went to the fairy mountain overseas to find the last ingredient for making Meng Po soup."
"What? You haven't forgotten what happened after so long?"
"That incident is so forgettable? Just like King Jiangling can't forget her, haha."
"madman."
"He is not the only madman. In addition to Lei Hong's disciples, there is also a madman's disciple who also came. He pretended to be a scholar, led a little Taoist priest, and rode an old horse into the city."
"Taoist? Is that him?" The sword-holder stood still.
"Yes, that's right, Zhao Yuzhen. "Qingcheng Mountain, Zhao Yuzhen." Sikong Changfeng said slowly, but before he could finish the last word "zhen", a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the sword-wielding man was already speeding down the mountain.
Apocalypse.
Xiao Ruoyu stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, his eyes far away, not knowing what he was thinking.