Traveling through the heavens to become a bandit

Chapter 228 [Xu Fengnian and Shu Shame]

Above the head, among the clouds, there are dense clouds, and there are already signs of heavy rain.

The three hundred archers and the one hundred guest warriors are all long-established masters in the rivers and lakes.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, glanced at the shy chest next to him, looked at the mountains and peaks, and said with emotion:
"What a turbulent river and lake!"

Sensing his gaze, Shu Shu stood up proudly, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Second Young Master, seeing the dangers in the Jianghu, why not go to the Jianghu to experience it. The eighteen classes of martial arts are all a little bit involved."

After more than 20 years, he went to Huishan again, and the old sword god was already a one-armed old man.

Ben stood and dozed off, walked with his eyes closed, and looked around with his ears. Hearing what the two of them said, even though they were veterans of flowers and shameless, at this moment, their old faces were slightly unbearable.

There is not a single normal person in the Northern Liang Palace.

A few days ago, I still felt that the second young master's reputation as the world's number one dandy was because of his elder brother Xu Qianqiu.

Now it seems that they are all the same.

The world is as black as a crow!

In the old man's mind, the picture on the Demon Slaying Platform suddenly flashed, hugging the green robe, kissing, groping...

Not suitable for children, not suitable for children!
Yimen is not very far from Guniujiang, it takes about two or three miles to reach it.

There is a large flat land outside Guniu's descent, which is where Daxueping is.

It is indeed a good place to bury the dead.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, had a headache and said, "There are more than 400 people, all first-rate and second-rate masters, such a crowd, plus hundreds of dead soldiers, how did this get over?"

The old sword god said unhappily: "Old man, I can pass through easily. As for you, if you want to fight head-on, just wait for all the explanations here.

A big family with hundreds of years of foundation, how can it be made out of vegetarianism?

As for how to get there, with your brother here, I don't need to worry about it.

Xu Xiao asked me to protect your brother to travel around the rivers and lakes, but along the way, he took the lead everywhere, taking one step, anticipating the enemy's ten steps.

The old man was completely treated as a decoration, and he had no chance to make a move. "

The old man snorted coldly, closed his eyes and dozed off.

Slightly sentimental in his heart, he secretly said: "Such a wealthy family, it was a waste of all the hard work of the old man, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng was finally born in the family, but they turned against each other.

This towering tree was heavy in Xuanyuan Dapan's hands, and it was already hollow in its stomach. Now, it is finally about to fall. "

Daxueping.

The middle-aged scholar walked slowly against the wind, his sleeves fluttering, and he was outstanding.

After forbearance for 20 years, at this moment, it finally came to light.

Along the way, I kept coughing and oozing blood.

One step, one world, one breath, 1000 years.

Walking and walking slowly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng thought about many things, good and bad, honor and disgrace, ups and downs.

He stopped, looked towards the end of Daxueping, and murmured:

"For more than 20 years, I finally chose to come here."

At the end of Daxueping, a burly figure stood with hands behind his back, with fluttering white hair.

20 years ago, his head was already full of gray hair, but now, the old man's temples are turning back to black.

Have a good face!

It is also a sign of a steady improvement in the realm.

The old man was serious, standing at the gate of Guniujiang's mansion, guarding the gate with one man, with a majestic aura.

On Huishan, only this person is qualified to discuss the words of the stone tablet, "Enjoy the happiness of the land".

He is the ancestor of the Huishan Xuanyuan clan, Xuanyuan Dapan!
The white-haired old man's eyes were sharp, his voice was like a bell, and he said without anger:
"Jingcheng, have you ever read a book that resonates with heaven and earth?"

On the big snowy plain, the voice is thick and vigorous, endlessly agitated.

Under the eaves of Guniujiang, there is a string of wind chimes hanging. Because of the strong wind blowing from the top of the mountain, it keeps ringing all year round.

At this time, it was silent instead.

Like a dying person strangled by the neck.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng calmly said, "Whether it is a celestial phenomenon or not, you will know if you try it."

Among the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Dapan is the leader of the patriarch, and he needs to be bestowed by him to succeed to the throne.

This old man has been in power for a long time, and now his realm is even more stable, his cultivation base has greatly increased, and he has reached the state of returning to nature.

As for Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a rebellious young man, he didn't take it to heart, even if he entered Zhixuan, so what?
Can kill celestial phenomena?

Standing with hands behind his back, with white hair fluttering around, he laughed boldly and said:

"I'd like to see if you, an unworthy descendant, can survive a hundred tricks!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng no longer deliberately suppressed his realm, raised his hand, raised his hand, took a step with his right foot, and slightly bent his left knee.

Stretch out with one hand, take it back with the other.

Wonderful!

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky swirled like a tornado and descended suddenly.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said softly: "I shake Kunlun!"

The long room is large, with a backyard.

The young woman's face was cold, she quietly looked at the wine stove, the fire was getting full.

The name of the wine is Angelica, with Huishan old tea, Yuqian tea, and osmanthus seeds picked every Mid-Autumn Festival.

The wine is golden and transparent in color, with a slight tinge of blue green, and the aroma of the wine is both tea and cinnamon.

Slightly bitter in the mouth, taste carefully, but sweet and long-lasting, with endless aftertaste.

This wine is in line with the meaning of bitterness and happiness.

On Huishan, it is not popular.

Huishan Mountain is also known as Yaozhao Mountain. The ancient book "Shan Hai Jing" records in the records of Xiongshan that there are many osmanthus trees on the mountain of Yaozhao.

After the Xuanyuan family occupied this blessed land of cave heaven, they enjoyed the pure blessings alone for hundreds of years. It seems that the blessings did not last long, and the luck gradually decreased. Even the old osmanthus trees died one after another.

Last year, even the 600-year-old osmanthus tree named Tang Gui, which lived longer than the 2000-year-old Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, was withered.

Therefore, this angelica osmanthus wine, except for the one brewed from the osmanthus seeds picked last year, now several jars of wine have finally become famous.

Everyone in Huishan knows that the eldest son Xuanyuan Jingcheng is an absurd person, and he likes to serve angelica wine with sage books.

The older generation even remembered that on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's birthday, this scholar, who had wishful thinking, wanted to go down the mountain, and refused to practice martial arts, would take his young daughter to Tang Gui to carve his height.

However, after the age of 15, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was precocious and sophisticated, took this matter as a shame and did not want to do it again.

And his father is getting farther and farther.

In these years, only Huang Fangfo, who was one of the few guests who could get along with the scholar, was lucky enough to drink a pot of amber-colored cinnamon bitter wine.

When Xuanyuan Jingcheng drank, he liked the bitter taste and lived up to the impression of a weirdo.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng brews angelica wine every year, there are three jars in total, two jars are sent to the courtyard, and I only have one jar left.

Therefore, he never had enough to drink.

But here, they never drink, and let the two jars of wine sit idle every year.

Year after year, the more jars there are, the more mellow the aroma of the wine.

Today, she finally unsealed a jar of wine and brought in a set of wine utensils that had been dusty for many years.

The drinking utensils were made by the man himself.

Apart from practicing martial arts, the man seemed to have nothing he was not good at.

Sitting alone, filled a glass of wine and put it on the table, as if hesitating whether to drink or not.

Since entering the first floor, she has always been so decisive.

At this moment, he was quite hesitant.

For no reason, she felt a little annoyed with herself, and reached out and slammed the wine glass away.

After a while, he got up and went to get back the wine glass.

But he didn't pour the wine, but stared blankly at the bottom of the cup, where the bottom of the quilt was, there were two lines of small characters engraved on it, the handwriting was clear and dusty:
"It's okay to suffer in life, it's good for a loved one to return home."

After a long time, I filled the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The eye sockets are suddenly moist, and the tip of the nose is slightly sour.

boom!
He shattered the cup, the fragments splashed everywhere, and the voice was crisp, and he said coldly:
"Come on!"

More than twenty men in black appeared among the rubble.

The Yongya woman bit her lips tightly and said, "Go to Daxueping!"

(End of this chapter)