A middle-aged Confucian scholar, who was seven-part in shape to Xuanyuan's national weapon, walked into Wangjiangtai with a cough.

He tied a bun with a free scarf and held the "Moral Forbidden Thunder Curse" in his hand.

Covering his mouth with one hand, letting go, putting his palm behind him, and a pool of scarlet blood was stained.

Seeing the visitor clearly, Xuanyuan Guoqi was slightly angry and said, "Jingcheng, since you are in poor health, don't walk around!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly: "Life and death have fate, just accept your fate."

With his back to his father and daughter, Xuanyuan waved his sleeves, obviously he was already very angry.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng changed Taoist books into the hand with blood in his palms, held them tightly and bent down.

I had freed up my hand and wanted to help my daughter.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak, but for some reason, he could have a surge of force and severely shake off the hand of his biological father.

With resentment and crying, he cursed: "You are not worthy!"

The eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, had a bitter face and said softly:

"Let's go, your mother warms a pot of Angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up shakingly, staggered out of Wangjiangtai, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a decisive and desolate back.

Xuanyuan's national weapon was angry that he did not fight, mourned his misfortune, raised his voice and scolded:

"Look, in order to marry a wife, you lost all your face in the family, and what have you done over the years?!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Read."

"Read the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Read Taoism inaction."

"Read Buddhist compassion."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said slowly, without any tepidness, and his tone was extremely slow.

Indeed, it is not about being warm and devouring the pressure of the past twenty years of rolling eyes.

The other two rooms were already riding on his head to shit and pee, but this scholar never spoke, just read books.

"Jingcheng must let his ancestors know that what he said is the connection between the three religions and the bullshit." Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan's national weapon.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was so angry that his eyebrows trembled, and he wanted to slap this ingenious but evil son to death.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, held the "Mythical Forbidden Thunder Curse" tightly, and blood penetrated into the page more and more, saying:

"Since you can't become the real person of immortality..."

"Shut up!

What a ruthless thing!”

Xuanyuan's national weapon slapped his son in the face and left with a swagger.

Obviously, if the middle-aged scholar continues to speak, he will only become more and more silent and will never stop until he dies.

After being slapped in the face, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was still indifferent and looked at the dragon and tiger.

Logically speaking, even if the hand strength of Xuanyuan's country's weapon is restrained, the scholar who is indifferent to Xuanyuan Jingcheng's power is impossible to pass away in a flash.

Unfortunately, no one can see this scene.

When the Ending Pavilion was empty, he threw out the book "Mythical Forbidden Thunder Curse" and jumped over the railing.

Fly out of Guniu Dagang and rushed straight to the water of Dragon King River.

When falling into the air, you step on the book and slid forward and cross the sky like an eagle or a falcon.

The real people in the world are so close that they cannot be recognized!

Xiaoyao floated across the Dragon King River, and landed on the shore with his toes. He tapped it and exploded a big pit.

The second step is slightly smaller, and the third step is again, seven steps in succession, stepping into the pit step by step, like a lotus blooming.

Lotus grows step by step.

After seven steps, the ground was covered with dust.

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The old sword god ignored him, pressed his hot face against his cold butt, and Zhao Xituan sighed with a look of melancholy.

Turning his head and looking at His Royal Highness, the troops brought by this time were not escorted by the Northern Liang cavalry.

Only a few close entourages with the best military force, and in addition, there are more than five more powers to drive.

Looking at the signs, there is no intention to make waves in Longhu Mountain?

This is a good thing.

Otherwise, I will be sandwiched between the two ends, and the inside and outside are not a thing.

Zhao Xituan was muttering about his thoughts when he caught a glimpse of three women with hats. Then he saw the maid in blue and the beauty holding a cat behind His Highness, all of whom were the temperament of a fairy woman.

The old Taoist priest thought that the blessing of His Royal Highness of the Crown Prince was comparable to that of the southeast of the southeast, only the old man Xuanyuan who enjoyed the blessing of land and Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling who picked up beauties from all over the world, could be compared with that of Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling who had picked up beauties from all over the world.

Seeing the second young master Xu Fengnian approaching, his expression seemed to be wrong, he walked to the door of the Taoist temple and stopped.

Zhao Xituan looked embarrassed and believed that he was inappropriate. He finally tricked Xu Longxiang from Beiliang to Longhu Mountain. However, he was practicing in this ruined Taoist temple, which was really a bit uneasy.

I was thinking about how to explain to the world's number one playboy.

Unexpectedly, the prince Xu Qianqiu, who never treats the old master as a master, and the second son Xu Fengnian, slowly turned around, faced Zhao Xituan, and bowed to the end.

Zhao Xituan was in a hurry, with surprises and fears.

He quickly helped him and said, "The old Taoist cannot be so respectful to Your Highness. It's so important, it's so important."

The old sword god watched coldly, feeling a little surprised. The two young men of the Northern Liang Palace had a very good nature. Li Chungang, who had experienced the weather, had already figured it out.

This honest and honest bow gave Zhao Xituan and Longhushan a sufficient face.

Otherwise, with the crazy man's hot and domineering temper, no matter what you are, King Zhao Heng of Jing'an or the Jiangnan Taoist priest group, you are just a fight to the death.

Yu Youwei clamped Wu Meiniang between her chest, and the white cat was sleeping comfortably, half asleep and half awake, occasionally rubbing her furry head and making her plump.

Princess Jing'an did not know Zhao Xituan's identity, so she only guessed from the scene that the stupid boy was Xu Qianqiu and Xu Fengnian, the younger brother of the future Prince of Beiliang.

She could not imagine that the three brothers in the imperial and princely sect could be so harmonious.

As for why the dignified little prince stayed at the foot of Longhu Mountain and a sloppy old Taoist priest to practice, Pei Nanwei did not bother to make any guesses.

Zhao Xituan sighed in his heart. Compared to when he first arrived in Beiliang a few years ago, now, His Royal Highness and the Second Prince have changed their nature.

It's a good thing for yourself.

But for Longhu Mountain, especially the Tianshi Mansion, it may not be a good thing.

The old Taoist priest was in a complicated mood and led his group into the Taoist temple.

Sitting next to Tongyou Ancient Well with Xu Longxiang, the second young master Xu Fengnian smiled and joked:

"I heard before that this Taoist ancestral homeland is formed by Yu Zhang, and the immortal capital is so grand. The Yimen is like the Tianmen, and the old Tianshi, your home is so deserted here."

Zhao Xituan was ashamed and smiled: "The second young master laughed at the fact that the relationship between people is poor and there is no way out."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Anyway, Huang Man'er doesn't care about this. I think he's very happy here, it's no worse than being in the Beiliang Palace. Isn't it, Huang Man'er?"

Xu Longxiang grinned and smiled silly.

Here, he talked and said, "Your Highness, Beiliang, the old master, and the authorities were calm and used to it, but he scared the Murong brothers who were kept in the dark outside the room.

Although Murong Tonghuang had long expected that the young man in white, who was so handsome in snow had a special status, no matter what, when you think about it, you feel that it was extremely shocking to have a place in Beiliang.

For the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, the most unforgettable thing for the Northern Liang army was undoubtedly Xiangfan, the ghost city that was slaughtered after being broken, and Jianzhou where the west wall sat.

How could the Dragon and Tiger look at Xuanyuan east and west, and how could he forget the humiliation brought by the Beiliang Iron Armor?

Murong Wuzhu was full of energy. It was bumpy in the wind and waves. She thought she had caught a slender straw. After that, she suddenly realized that it was a towering tree and was filled with surprise.

It was like accidentally falling in love with a poor scholar. After elopement, I suddenly realized that this scholar was actually a noble prince.

Emperor Murong Tong could not help but trembled, his face flushed, his eyes were complicated, and he stared at the prince.

If we talk about the master of Wutong Palace far away in the sky, who is the character Jiang Dong Xuanyuan is the most afraid of?

It must be Beiliang!

The man who travels to the world slaughtered Xu Xiao.

Unexpectedly, the young man in white was actually the prince of Beiliang, and he seemed to be the first person in the world.

The cooperative relationship between Beiliang and the No. 1 Building in the world is no longer a secret for the world.

Prince of Beiliang, the flying dragon is in the sky, and the fire burns Xiangfan. As today, who doesn’t know?

Murong Tonghuang took a deep breath, and he knew that he had bet right.
Chapter completed!