At this time, it was only more than half a year since the Tianling Festival of the previous year. Most of the winter snow in the Hengduan Mountains had disappeared, and the weather in the Hengduan Province was still somewhat cold.
When I revisit my old place, things are still the same and people are still the same, but I am no longer the same.
Xuan He was surprised that he did not find much of the desolate feeling of a wanderer returning home in his own shadow. Of course, there was no so-called arrogance after returning from a favor, but more of a kind of indifference.
Indifference, the kind of indifference.
He was holding Dandan, followed by a stone-like spirit dragon with a serious face behind him, walking on the spring-filled streets of Beining City.
The Xuan family's mansion is the most important place in Beining City.
From Xuanwu Zhengdao to Qingshui River Bridge, all kinds of characters and customs are still vivid in my mind.
Hengduan Province is the gateway to the north, and Beining City is one of the four major Lingwu families and the headquarters of the Xuan family.
Here, don’t be surprised if you see handsome Eldar people, or even strong men swaggering through the market with strong barbarian slaves.
Therefore, people in the city all admire Xuanhe, who has a clear demeanor, swaying robes, and walks as if walking in the clouds, the pure and beautiful girl he holds in his hand, and the lovely elf on the girl's shoulders.
The dragon was surprised, but not surprised.
At the Qingshui River Bridge, there are crowds of people, congestion and chaos.
Xuanhe held Dandan and walked over step by step. Linglong opened his two arms like gold and iron and fiddled with them at will, pushing all the passers-by away, allowing Xuanhe to hold Dandan and walk without any hindrance.
At the Qingshui Bridge on the Qingshui River across the city, an old man with a gray beard and a seven or eight-year-old girl set up a stage, struck a gong, attracting many passers-by, and finally cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Everyone, what I'm telling you today is the story of the Sunset Gun on Sunset Peak!"
This type of people can be found throughout Cangling Continent, and they are called "storytellers" in the East. In the countries of the Western Regions - the original countries of the Western Regions, they are more elegant and are called "bards".
"Last time, the little old man told you that the Sunset Divine Spear has stood in the Hengduan Mountains for thousands of years. It was finally in the hands of Xuanhe, the legitimate son of the Dongchen Xuan family, on last year's Tianling Festival!"
All the onlookers were shouting: "Old man, the seven sons of the Xuan family, God has their luck, and they took the magic spear on the Sunset Peak. No one knows, no one knows, and you don't have to say it. I'm just waiting for you to tell me about the son of the Xuan family who got it."
What adventures will there be after the gun?"
Xuanhe obtained the Sunset Divine Spear on the Sunset Peak last year. Countless people were chasing him. He fled in the Hengduan Mountains. Although he obtained the famous Celestial Spirit Artifact, no one felt lucky for him. They all thought that
This is a huge disaster.
On Cangling Continent, no one knows about it, and no one knows about it. Since then, information about the seven sons of the Xuan family has become taboo. Unless it is so earth-shattering that it cannot be concealed, no other ordinary people can know it.
The old storyteller listened to the noise, and quickly raised his hands to everyone, and kept begging for mercy, saying, "Just say it, just say it."
Among the crowd, a young man in swaying black clothes, hunting in the wind, stood quietly with one hand on his back and the other hand holding a pure and beautiful girl with bright eyes and white teeth and double buns hanging down.
This young man looks about sixteen or seventeen years old. He is handsome, but his figure is slightly thin, but he looks tall and straight. Especially his pair of eyes, which are like dots of ink, are very wonderful.
In those pair of eyes, there was a look of calmness and solemnity that had gone through ups and downs and remained unwavering.
"Ahem, but it is said that Xuanhe, the son of the Xuan family, obtained the Sunset Divine Spear on the Sunset Peak, and then he was naturally hunted by countless people!" The old storyteller said flatly, "That day in the Hengduan Mountains, there were sharp edges and murderous intentions everywhere. It filled the air, and countless people swarmed to pursue it. In the end, almost all the powerful men in Cangling Continent heard the wind and entered the Hengduan Mountains!"
The old storyteller made a bow: "Everyone, do you know what the Heavenly Spirit Weapon means? It is the most powerful spiritual weapon! A Heavenly Spirit Weapon is enough to be worthy of a powerful country!"
Suddenly all the spectators were in a commotion and asked the old man, "What's the explanation for this?"
The old man who spoke looked slightly satisfied and said: "You must know that the Western Region was once known as the second most powerful kingdom, the Kingdom of Ross?"
Everyone sneered, saying that they naturally knew this, but the Kingdom of Rus had already disappeared, and now even the Faro Dynasty was said to be swallowed up by a rising power called the Xuantian Dynasty.
Obviously, the fall of the Faroese Dynasty has not been completely conveyed to the ears of all ordinary people. However, for the people of Dongchen, even if the Xuantian Dynasty unified the Western Regions, they would not worry about Emperor Xuantian. Will North Korea threaten the Dongchen Empire?
Because the four great true gods and martial families have guarded the East for thousands of years and have never encountered any dangerous challenges.
The old storyteller said to himself: "The Kingdom of Rus started with King Rus. However, when the Sunset Spear was born, the Rus king also coveted it and came to plot. In the end, the Xuan family sent out many strong men from the Elder Pavilion to kill him in the Hengduan Mountains. Among them!"
King Ross was killed in the Hengduan Mountains. This was indeed a secret to a considerable number of ordinary people. Hearing this, they were shocked and shouted, "It is true. No wonder the Kingdom of Ross suddenly attacked Dongchen. In the end, he was The Xuan family and the Bai family competed and were destroyed in one fell swoop!
"That's right! It was precisely because of this that the Kingdom of Rus was destroyed!" the old man said with a chuckle, his beard and hair trembling slightly, as if he was the most brilliant wise man, "But do you know that the son of the Xuan family finally escaped from Hengduan?" The numerous interceptions and killings in the mountains finally penetrated deep into the vast northern spiritual realm..."
Although this is secret, it is not that no one knows it.
After all, the Fire Spirit Tribe, one of the six tribes in the southern part of the Spirit Realm, held a tribal meeting, and many tribes in the Spirit Realm and human nations on Cangling Continent sent envoys.
At that tribal meeting of the Fire Spirit Tribe, Xuan He met an old friend and took advantage of the situation to overwhelm the Cangling envoy and rejected the cooperation of the Chen family of the Dongchen royal family. Since then, countless people have known this secret. pungent.
That is, the son of the Xuan family was rescued by the "Glory of the Warrior", Shan Yue. Wuzun Yue Shan, and became his disciple, becoming a closed disciple of Yue Shan, and became a senior brother and sister with the heir of the leader of the Fire Spirit Tribe, and they were very close friends.
Since then, the name of Xuanhe has caused a complete sensation in the mainland, and no one knows about it.
In the past, the good-for-nothing legitimate son of the Xuan family, suddenly something happened, and he was completely different from before.
Therefore, countless people on this continent believe that the son of the Xuan family has been dormant for several years and is despised by others, but in fact he is a truly lucky person!
"The son of the Xuan family, with Shanyue Wu Zun as his teacher, practiced magical skills, obtained valuable treasures, and then traveled across the spiritual realm. He showed his prominence in the tribal wars in the spiritual realm. The fiancé of Huo Yun Dandan, the heir to the Fire Spirit tribe, died because of him.
, so..."
Xuan He was at the side. After hearing this, he couldn't help but be startled. He immediately sneered and thought to himself, he is just a hearsay person. However, it is very rare for this old storyteller to know so much.
Xuanhe was no longer interested in listening. He held Dandan's hand tightly and said with a smile: "Dandan, I have a younger sister who is about the same size as you. I think you will become very good friends."
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Dandan blinked his beautiful big eyes, tilted his head sideways, swung the two braids on the back of his head, and said with a pinched nose: "I don't care. I only care whether my junior brother has good food at home."
Xuanhe smiled slightly, took Dandan in hand, and turned around to leave.
"seven……"
A voice made Xuanhe hesitate.
As soon as Xuanhe looked up, he saw several blurry figures: "Hu Jiuer..."
Xuanhe smiled slightly, walked forward, and patted the young man on the shoulder who still looked frivolous.
Hu Yanxiang, Hu Jiuer, the ninth eldest son of the Hu family, a big family in Beining City. In the past, when Xuanhe was the head of the dandy in Beining City, he was the number one younger brother under his command.
"Are you coming back after staying at Jia Qi Pavilion again?" Xuan He smiled softly.
Hu Jiuer and the people around him all had their throats rumbling, their fingers stretched out, their whole bodies were trembling, their mouths and tongues were trembling, and they were unable to speak complete words.
"Qi..., Qi Shao..."
Xuanhe waved his hand: "I'm going home."
It took a cup of tea for Hu Jiu'er to wake up from the shock. He smiled and said: "Our family has opened another one, called Baihuawu. Do you want Master Seven to come and give it a try?"
The people around him were in a commotion, so they didn't hear the words "Seventh Young Master".
Xuanhe waved his hand and said, "No, you know, I have no interest in your family's money trees."
Hu Jiuer suddenly seemed very open-minded, as if everything had been thrown away by him, and he smiled and said: "It is true that the women of the Spirit Tribe are the most beautiful, and the young leader of the Fire Spirit Tribe, I heard, is a girl...
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Xuanhe turned his eyes and turned to Dandan who was holding his hand.
Dandan had already been seen by Hu Jiuer, but after Xuanhe was sure, he still held his breath and almost couldn't spit it out.
When old friends meet, it seems as if nothing has changed.
"Seventh Young Master, when you come back this time..."
Xuanhe smiled slightly and avoided answering, saying only: "You know my temper."
Hu Jiuer then clicked his tongue in praise and said nothing more.
"I'm going back first. There are some matters in the family that need to be addressed to me, as you know."
Hu Jiuer said: "Indeed, the seventh young master will have to do a lot of things when he comes back this time."
At this moment, Xuan He's heart moved. With his ears, he could clearly hear the voice of the old storyteller among the people behind him: "Everyone, I have a secret that I want to tell you.
That is, the Faroese dynasty in the Western Region has been destroyed!"
Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat!
The fall of the Faroese dynasty is obviously not fully known to ordinary people in Dongchen.
Sure enough, everyone was shocked: "What? The Faroe Dynasty was really destroyed?"
"Isn't it possible? Is the Xuantian Dynasty really so powerful that it destroyed the Faroese Dynasty so quickly?"
The old storyteller kept talking, brushing his beard and saying with a smile: "What you all don't know is that the founder of the Xuantian Dynasty, Emperor Xuantian, was none other than the one who left the Spirit Realm and traveled to the dangerous places of the Southern Wilderness. , and the seventh son of the Xuan family, Xuanhe, has obtained the treasure left by the Motian Dynasty seven thousand years ago!"
Xuanhe was immediately shocked beyond measure!
He turned around suddenly, his eyes blazing like thunder!
The bridgehead of Qingshui River suddenly seemed to be completely frozen by an invisible hand.
Xuanhe suddenly took action and grabbed him!
The Qingshui River bridge is like a moving picture scroll, swaying and changing in the wind and rain.
A handprint grabbed hard at the old storyteller surrounded by everyone.
Xuanhe could feel his tyrannical attack, which was more than dozens of times faster than the speed of sound. It was simply better than thunder... However, in Xuanhe's sight, the old storyteller seemed to have never seen him, slowly and slowly. He stood up, picked up a folding stool and a swaying flag in his hand, reached out and took the hand of the seven or eight-year-old girl, and walked away.
He stroked his beard and slowly and without a trace came a voice: "I am just an old man telling stories and entertaining the public. Why should I care about the son of the Xuan family?"
boom!
Strong vibrations sounded in Xuanhe's ears.
The hand he grabbed out suddenly retracted, as if he had never made a move at all.
At the Qingshui River Bridge, the old storyteller no longer exists.
Never again.
Beining City in Hengduan Province completely erupted.