The Counterattack of the Villains

Deng Tai'a waved her hands in confusion and said: "It doesn't have to be like this. I don't have much, so I can't give you any gifts."

After saying this, he seemed to think of something again. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the wooden box in his hand, sighing secretly in his heart.

Then he handed the wooden box to Xu Fengnian and said seriously: "These twelve flying swords can be regarded as following Deng for his whole life. Deng's flying sword killing skills are all in this box."

"If you like it, then take it and treat it as a meeting gift from my uncle to my nephew."

Zheng Zha Luoli secretly laughed in her heart, these twelve flying swords and his sword control skills were originally intended to be used to repay his kindness.

But Xu Fengnian turned this repayment of gratitude into a greeting gift. As a result, Deng Tai'a owed Wu Su no favor at all.

Xu Zhihu, Ning Emei, Wei Shuyang and others standing behind Xu Fengnian were both amused and happy for Xu Fengnian.

Just by greeting me with a greeting and calling me uncle, you can get such an inestimable value as a meeting gift. It's just like picking it up for free.

To everyone's surprise, Xu Fengnian did not take the wooden box, but pushed it back.

He smiled at Deng Tai'a and said: "My uncle's magical skills can even kill land gods. Who in the world dares to say that he looks down on him?"

"But my nephew is a swordsman. As a swordsman, what's the point of learning the art of sword control halfway?"

"These twelve flying swords can only show their value in the hands of my uncle. If they fall into the hands of others, they will only be insulted."

If he wanted to learn the art of sword control, he could have learned it from Luo Li a long time ago. How could it be the turn of Deng Tai'a to teach him the sword?

After seeing Zheng Zha's power in the art of swords many times, now he just wants to focus on the art of swords, practice it thoroughly, and become a great master in the art of swords.

Hearing what Xu Fengnian said, Deng Tai'a looked at him with admiration and nodded appreciatively: "Yes, with such a firm determination to pursue the path, your future achievements will be limitless."

"Now that everything is settled here, I will take my leave first. The kindness I owe your mother can only be repaid in the future."

Xu Fengnian said respectfully: "Uncle, go slowly. When you have free time, you might as well come to Beiliang for a walk. My nephew will sweep the bed to wait for you."

Deng Tai'a smiled, nodded to Xu Fengnian, turned around and jumped down from the tower, found his donkey, and rode it backwards out of Emperor Wu's city.

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On Wudang Mountain, hundreds of yellow cranes soared and circled, and the sea of ​​clouds boiled on the seventy-two peaks, finally like seventy-two white dragons swimming towards the main peak.

Because it was the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu, the numerous pilgrims who went up the mountain to burn incense almost raised their heads at the same time and watched this vision.

"Emperor Zhenwu appears!"

I don't know who shouted this, and tens of thousands of awed pilgrims immediately knelt down and worshiped on the ground.

Ordinary people in the world, if you talk to them about the classics of saints, mysterious morals, and difficult Buddhist teachings, it will often be of little benefit and use.

Instead, you will like or be afraid of something that is obvious to you.

Just like when you are promoted to a commoner, you see the swords, guns and clubs in the hands of those ruffians, or the splendid patchwork of the official and the eight-carriage sedan chair.

Therefore, Buddhism has eighteen levels of hell, which scare people into trembling with fear, while Taoism has all kinds of real people and immortals who save the world and help the people.

These things are disdainful for scholars to talk about, but for ordinary people in the streets and alleys, they are the most shocking.

After the death of Beidou Lord, Emperor Zhenwu sat in Wudang and issued orders to the north. When it was at its peak, countless pilgrims from the south would come to burn incense and pray for blessings.

Nowadays, Wudang's reputation has declined, but most people in the North still have great faith and trust in it.

Especially when the sky is full of clouds and the sky is full of clouds and the yellow cranes are singing in unison, who wouldn't respect it as if it were a god?

When Wang Xiaoping from Zizhulin saw this scene, his usually calm face showed a look of excitement, and he trembled to himself: "Master, my junior brother is finally here."

Under a newly erected thatched hut, Hong Xixiang opened his closed eyes. The ancient sword hanging under the eaves of the hall immediately sensed it. Without anyone's control, it broke the rope on its own and flew to the sword with its scabbard.

Hong Xixiang was spinning and flying around him, like an old friend reunited, happy and excited.

There was also a huge crane flying from the back mountain and hovering over his head.

Wang Chonglou, who had been protecting Hong Xixiang here, knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down his face and paid homage: "Disciple Wang Chonglou, I would like to greet our ancestor."

Hong Xixiang's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to help him up, "Elder brother, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

Wang Zhonglou looked at Hong Xixiang blankly, and asked carefully: "Are you...the ancestor, or the junior brother?"

Hong Xixiang winked at Wang Chonglou and grinned: "I am Lu Dongxuan, I am not Lu Dongxuan, I am Hong Xixiang."

Although the words were a bit convoluted, Wang Zhonglou understood what he meant instantly, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face that was still stained with tears.

Hong Xixiang straightened his expression, pretended to count with his fingers, and said in a serious tone: "Well, today's announcement means we should go to Jiangnan."

Jiangnan is good, it is best to wear red clothes.

Wang Chonglou on the side twitched his lips and said calmly: "I received news that Xu Fengnian went on a killing spree in Jiangnan a few months ago, slaughtering the entire Lu family and taking Xu Zhihu away. Now she should be following Xu Fengnian.

Went to Emperor Wu City."

This is embarrassing.

Hong Xixiang's face turned red, he picked up the ancient sword flying around him, and said with an awkward smile: "Elder brother, Wudang has thanked you for your hard work."

"Hahaha..." Wang Zhonglou laughed heartily and waved his hands repeatedly: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Hong Xixiang raised his head and waved to the crane in the sky. The crane immediately flew down in front of him and bowed down respectfully.

Hong Xixiong patted the dust on his body, then mounted the yellow crane and flew towards the east.

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Emperor Wu City.

After reminiscing about old times, Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi talked about that place again, and they made an appointment to go there together seventeen years later.

In this way, the Devils will get two Grandmaster players with extremely high qualifications.

The Devils now have seventeen Samsara players, and with the addition of Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi, the Devils have only the last spot left.

For this last spot, they will decide whether to give it to Xu Fengnian or Cao Changqing depending on the situation.

But at the end of Xu Fengnian's life, there were a lot of women like Jiang Ni, Qingniao, Sweet Potato, and Pei Nanwei. Hehe, the girl has basically not run away now. It's hard to say whether he will still be willing to go then.

There is a high probability that Cao Changqing is willing to go. As long as he resurrects the Queen of Western Chu, Jiang Ni's mother, he will most likely get on board.

After all, that woman, no matter before or now, has always been Bai Yueguang in his heart.

"Senior Wang, I heard someone say that you were also in the capital when my mother was attacked."

Hearing Xu Fengnian's question, everyone on the tower stopped breathing and subconsciously turned their attention to Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi frowned slightly and nodded calmly: "I was in the capital at that time."

Xu Fengnian said seriously: "My family's investigation booklet recorded this matter, but no one has ever regarded you as a suspect."

"Because we all know that if you had taken action that day, my mother would not have been able to leave the capital alive."

Wang Xianzhi said: "The purpose of my going to the capital has nothing to do with your mother."

Xu Fengnian said: "I just want to ask senior who were the people who surrounded and killed my mother back then."

Wang Xianzhi shook his head and said: "I didn't hit him in that battle, so I can't answer your question."

Xu Fengnian took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to Wang Xianzhi, and asked: "Senior, may I ask if this person will be in the capital that day?"

Wang Xianzhi took the paper and looked at it, and saw the words "Han Diao Temple" written on the paper, and said with certainty: "He is here."

After speaking, he waved his hand casually, and a burst of hot Qi turned the piece of paper into ashes.

Xu Fengnian closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Very good, she finally confirmed the identity of an enemy.

After opening his eyes, Xu Fengnian asked again: "Senior, what did Huang say before he died?"

Hearing Xu Fengnian mention Jian Jiuhuang, Wang Xianzhi sighed softly and said: "What he said is... Come, serve wine to the young master."

Hot tears instantly fell from Xu Fengnian's eyes. He silently clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Xianzhi, then picked up Lao Huang's sword case, carried his wine flask, turned around and went downstairs.

Zheng Zha said to Wang Xianzhi: "Old Wang, see you in seventeen years."

Wang Xianzhi smiled and nodded: "I'm waiting for your invitation."

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Xu Fengnian and his party did not choose to return the way they came. When they came, they took a boat from Jianzhou and went straight to the East China Sea through the Shejiang River.

When I went back, I took the carriage arranged by Wang Xianzhi, detoured through Huzhou, passed through Guangling County, passed Hezhou, and then returned to the old road in Jianzhou.

Because Xu Fengnian had promised Lu Qiantang to scatter his ashes into the Guangling River.

After a day's journey, Xu Fengnian and his party took a break in Fuchun City, Fuyang County, Huzhou, where they stayed in a house belonging to a relative of Cheng Mu.

Early the next morning, Luo Li went to Xu Zhihu's room as usual and used her spiritual power to condition her body.

This is what Luo Li has been doing since she left Jiangnan.

Ever since Xu Zhihu married and moved to Jiangnan, he had been in poor health due to acclimatization, and he had never received good care from the Lu family.

They even didn't even give her a piece of charcoal in winter, so the cold got into her body and caused the disease.

I have been in this kind of environment for many years, and my life is worse than that of a maid and servant, and finally a minor illness turns into a serious one.

When Xu Fengnian arrived in Jiangnan, she was already terminally ill and almost exhausted.

Fortunately, Zheng Zha and Luo Li came at this time. The superiority of spiritual power compared to true energy gave her a chance to survive.

Along the way, Loli used spiritual power to repair her collapsed body, revive her vitality, and then further cut away her hair and cleanse her marrow.

As long as she persists like this, one day she will be able to recover and her body will become healthier.

In this way, Hong Xixiang no longer has to forcefully open the gate of heaven, and at the expense of fighting for peace and cultivating the righteous path of heaven and earth for another three hundred years, send her to ascend to immortality, and let her wait for Hong Xiang for another three hundred years.

After today's conditioning, Xu Zhihu took Luo Li's hand and took Er Qiao to the back garden to enjoy the flowers.

The pretty little maid saw that her lady's face was rosy and her health was getting better day by day. She no longer coughed up blood as before and became much more lively and cheerful.

She picked off a bright red rose, put it to Qiong's nose and smelled it, then said with a smile: "I heard from the prince that the young lady used to love wearing red skirts, clothes and clothes. Why has Er Qiao never seen it before?"

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Xu Zhihu was slightly absent-minded after hearing this. He looked in the direction of Beiliang and said softly: "You are still young and you don't understand what I said."

Er Qiao pursed her lips and muttered: "I'm not young."

She rolled her eyes, looked at Luo Li and said with a smile: "Sister Li is not young, she should understand, right?"

Luo Li didn't like others to call her Mrs. Zheng, especially a little girl like Er Qiao, so she asked Er Qiao to call her sister.

Luo Li pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Sister's red dress, red clothes, and red clothes will only be worn by one person. If that person is not around, it means nothing whether she wears it or not."

Er Qiao secretly glanced at his young lady and said timidly: "Miss, please don't be angry if I tell you something."

Xu Zhihu smiled and said, "Tell me and listen."

Er Qiao said cautiously: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once chatted with Er Qiao and said that there is a coward in Wudang Mountain who has been secretly in love with the young lady all these years."

Xu Zhihu looked up at the sky and sighed: "My brother lied to you."

Er Qiao whispered: "Actually, Miss is also waiting in her heart, right?"

Xu Zhihu raised his hand and flicked the little maid's smooth forehead, and said angrily: "You shameless little girl."

Er Qiao's face turned red, she puffed up her cheeks and sulked.

"唳"

At this moment, a clear bird song came from the sky, as if announcing his arrival.

Everyone in the house looked up and saw a huge crane hovering above their heads.

Figures of people flashed on the courtyard wall, and soon Zheng Zha, Xu Fengnian, Li Chungang, Miss Hehe and others rushed to the garden one after another.

The next moment, a figure jumped down from the crane's back and fell like a meteor, but when it landed, it was as light as nothing and didn't shock at all.

The little maid Er Qiao was surprised and subconsciously moved closer to Xu Zhihu.

Seeing that the visitor was a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, she gently pulled Xu Zhihu's sleeves and asked blankly: "Miss, are you a god from heaven?"

Xu Zhihu's eyes turned red and he turned his head away from looking at the Taoist priest. He said like a little girl in anger: "What kind of god is this? He's just a stinky Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain."

Wudang Mountain? Stinky Taoist?

Er Qiao's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Could he be the coward that His Highness the Crown Prince mentioned?"

"Well……"

"Pfft"

Hearing her words, Hong Xixiang's face turned red and he looked embarrassed, but Xu Zhihu, whose eyes were red, couldn't help laughing.

Xu Fengnian laughed and said: "You're right, he's the coward from Wudang Mountain."

Zheng Zha joked: "What kind of coward? He is clearly a great god, but others have traveled across the entire Liyang from west to east for more than four thousand miles in a short period of time."

Luo Li said with a smile: "That was also the flying crane. It was Xiao He'er who was tired, and he didn't contribute any effort himself."

Zheng Zha sang with his wife and immediately said, "You're right. I'll have to get some more fish for Xiao He'er later, so I can reward her with them."

The crane that landed on the wall of the courtyard was also miraculous. It seemed to understand what they were saying, and it continuously emitted its clear cry with a sense of joy.

Everyone present in the courtyard was overjoyed, but Hong Xixiang's face turned red to the root of his neck.

Li Chungang looked at the ancient sword Hong Xixiang carried on his back, and he had a basic idea of ​​Hong Xixiang's identity.

Listening to the teasing and joking of several people, Hong Xixiang looked shy and clasped his fists at them, and said with a smile: "I have met the prince, Mr. Zheng, and Mrs. Zheng."

Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Well, I've seen it, what next?"

Hong Xixiang glanced at Xu Zhihu secretly with a red face, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Xu Fengnian and others' jokes made Xu Zhihu feel calmer. She finally asked: "Who are you?"

Hong Xixiang said weakly: "Hong Xixiang."

"What are you doing here?"

"That year at Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane."

Xu Zhihu turned around, his back facing the coward.

Zheng Zha shouted: "That's it? Can you do it, great god?"

Luo Li laughed and said: "She wants to ride a crane, that's why?"

Xu Fengnian scolded him angrily: "Don't you even dare to say what's on your mind? Are you a fucking man?"

Being so excited by the three people, Hong Xixiang took a deep breath and said loudly in front of everyone: "Xu Zhihu, I like you."

"Whether you believe it or not, I have liked you for seven hundred years, so no one in this world has liked you longer than me. I will still like you in the next life."

Er Qiao blinked his watery eyes, his little head was a mess.

Seven hundred years? Next life?

What is this all about?

The lady is under thirty years old, how can she get seven hundred years?