Although the Cheng family is located in Yao City, with countless treasures in its mansion, it has never possessed a magical medicine or treasure that can increase life. Such a heaven-defying thing is coveted by countless old monsters with unfathomable cultivation. Every time it appears, it will cause a bloody storm. Only major sects and sects may treasure one or two. If any unknown sect or ordinary family is obtained, it will only cause a catastrophe.

Zi Auntie Zi, who had resolved the misunderstanding and reunited with Hetu, saw the white frost in her eyes and the pain in her heart. She had always been strong and put her hair on her bun like a woman. She stayed in the pavilion for several days and served tea and medicine for Hetu. Her red lips exuded a fragrant wind, and she blew the boiling medicine soup warmly in one mouthful, and took it with him carefully. The sweetness of love was not as sweet as a couple.

The winter solstice is still far away, but snowflakes are falling early in the sky, which is a rare early winter.

The white-haired man in his still-green shirt walked downstairs.

The black robe was replaced with a heroic black fox fur with golden silk borders. The young man standing quietly under the crabapple flowers looked back and looked at the men and women in the corridor, smiled knowingly, and took a step forward to slashing the snow pile a few feet behind his feet.

Hetu touched Rouyi who was holding his arm and signaled that he was fine. He sat on the porch chair and looked at the young man who was thriving beside him, and smiled and said, "Did Yao'er choose for you?"

Chang Xi smiled bitterly and spread his hands.

The man in green shirt, who had contributed most of his life to the Cheng family, pulled the fox fur on his shoulders, exhaled a hot breath and said, "The earlier winter comes, the fewer days Yao'er can last."

Chang Xi's body shook.

Hetu asked: "Did Mr. Chang think that it is a tough problem for you to make the matter of Yaoer's life and death and the rise and fall of the Cheng family?"

Chang Xi watched a peach of crabapple flowers fall with the snowflakes, and he smiled and said, "Sir, I am so sincere. I saved Sister Cheng Yao to repay my kindness, and Mr., even though he was willing to live a hundred years of life to improve my cultivation. Such kindness, the kindness of water should be repaid with a spring of spring."

He smiled again, "What's more, the teacher is as good as a god. He has seen thousands of hexagrams before. I'm afraid that even if the younger generation does not agree, the younger generation will have countless strategies to convince the younger generation, so there is no need to be so troublesome."

He Tu was slightly stunned and laughed silently, "Young Master Chang is indeed a very human being. He has great wisdom without anyone else's guidance. A Zi is different. No matter how she doesn't understand."

Aunt Zi heard the man in blue clothes teasing her, and was not annoyed at all. The corners of her mouth were sweet, and her past events could withstand memories.

He looked at the storage bag on Chang Xi's waist and showed joy.

Among his countless hexagrams, the young man in black robe always held a crystal clear sword, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Even the two of them fought against each other a few days ago was Yao'er's sword Red Shadow. At this moment, he could feel that the banned breath on the storage bag was gone, and the sword should be in the storage bag.

Chang Xi's eyes were ignorant at Shanghetu's inquiring eyes, and a touch of blue bloomed around his waist. A crystal clear sword floated in front of him. The sharp sword energy condensed into light and kept flowing around the sword body, just like stars surround the moon.

The blue color and sword energy on Yuehong's sword body echoed the golden and blue luck pillars above the Japanese head. He did not dare to spy on the origin and luck of the sword. He had intuition to tell him that as long as he dared to use the qi-looking technique, he would be corpse here in the next moment.

Hetu said for no reason: "It's really amazing."

I don't know if he is talking about swords or people.

Seeing Hetu pulling the fox fur tightly again, her hair color is as white as snow in the yard, Chang Xi was puzzled. Hetu entered the Golden Pill at the age of 26 and entered the middle stage of the Golden Pill at the age of 30. It was the year of youth and strong. A few days ago, he forced a wisp of fortune from Jiuzhou at the cost of a hundred years of life, but now he should be 130 years old.

Chang Xi once entrusted Cheng Yao to give him a pill to Hetu. He asked the little medicine to extract some pills that replenish vitality that he refined in his body, but he never thought that the effect was not very obvious.

At the age of 130, he is not young in the Golden Pill Realm, but he is definitely not the oldest. However, looking at the Hetu, he only has the foundation of the Golden Pill Realm, but he no longer has the foundation of the Golden Pill Realm. How can he not worry?

Chang Xi, who was about to blurt out the question as if the river map was about to break up, shook his head gently, "I know what you want to ask."

"I have less than twenty years left to live."

The man in blue said slowly, with a transcendence in his eyes of seeing through the world of beauty, and his tone was as light as talking about someone else's story.

Aunt Zi kept carefully holding Hetu's shoulder and trembled violently.

Hetu smiled freely and said, "The master told me back then that the descendants of the lineage of Guan Xiangwang Qi have been looking at other people's luck all their lives, but they don't know what their fate is. Thanks to the kindness of the ancestor of the Cheng family back then, I can meet a girl like A Zi, which is enough, and nothing else matters."

Aunt Zi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up, tears rolled in her eyes, and said resolutely: "So what about twenty years? I have wanted to leave me again after twenty years?"

Aunt Zi pointed at Hetu's nose and cried and cursed: "I not only want to raise you, but also want to raise you into the Nascent Soul Realm! When you have a five hundred years of life, I want to see what other reasons you can find to leave me!"

The Hetu, who had never been expected, was at a loss, and his pale face turned red and hesitated: "But then I'm a little bitch? I was also famous in Zhenyao City at the time..."

Before he could finish speaking, his cold lips were blocked by a touch of hot red, and a roll of lotus tongue pried open his lips and teeth and entangled each other. Chang Xi turned his head silently.

After a long time, the two of them had their lips apart. Aunt Zi, who boldly expressed her feelings, blushed on her face, but she stomped her feet and said, "Hetu, this is not as expected as you expected, right?"

The man in the green shirt who had just tasted the taste smiled bitterly and had to keep placing his hand. He couldn't help but sigh that the world's movements are regular, and only women can't find it.

When I saw that when I took the medicine, Aunt Zi got up to decoct the medicine. Chang Xi also got up and hung Yuehong around her waist and asked, "Early winter comes suddenly, so I'll set out to Bury the Bone River."

He Tu raised his head and asked, "Do you have any understanding of Burying Guchuan?"

Chang Xi nodded and said, "In the past few days, in addition to consolidating his realm and cultivation, he spent the rest of his time searching for information and classics about Burying Guchuan in Chengfu Library, and he also understood it more or less clearly. The matter is done by humans, and the records of classics can only be used as reference in most cases."

The Hetu did not speak, and he knocked his eyebrows with his fingers. The miscellaneous hexagram appeared in the Niwan Palace. The Hetu could barely see clearly, and only said that good and bad luck depended on each other.

The disaster is in front of the hexagram, and the blessing is in the back. Although it is not a good sign, it is not a situation of death. Fortunately, the hexagram is unrefutable and difficult to distinguish. If you really see it clearly, you may have to give another discount on your life in these twenty years.

The long and powerful eagle cried into his ears, turning into a golden light, the eagle hovered in the air. Chang Xi walked into the courtyard with his sword, under the crabapple tree, and the black fox fur was pulled out of its azure blue sheath.

"That day, I was fortunate to see Mr. Chenglong Sword. After being guided by Mr., I have also figured out a sword technique in recent days. Please take a look at it."

The sword in the hand of a young man wearing a black fox fur suddenly surged like a tide. The black hair and the fur robe were automatically windless. The silver snow and petals in the courtyard were intertwined and danced. The spiritual energy gathered between heaven and earth and rolled downwards, like a giant dragon drawing water.

"A sword ascends to the dragon!"

Chang Xi rose to the sky, and stepped on the head of the dragon with a sharp sword that was moving forward. The dragon led its head high, and the black fox fur sang high and shook it straight up in the wind.

Aunt Zi was stunned and brought the warm medicine soup to Hetu's mouth, and said in surprise: "Is Mr. Chang the one who stepped on the head of the dragon?"

Hetu took the medicine soup and drank it all in one sip, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!