Muddleheaded, Liulong, who had suddenly sunk into a state of oblivion, stared at the magnificent picture scroll. His eyes blazed as he jumped off the horse. This child ran faster and more nimbly than a runaway wild horse. He even broke through the thick and heavy curtain of rain. Reaching out his arm, he grabbed Wang Xianzhi, who had a dark color on the picture scroll, and pulled her back. The charcoal girl was not enraged by this strange child's interference. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised. His intrusion was probably because Xu Fengnian was worried that the child's body and mind would be hurt by the rain, so he relaxed his defense. As a result, the charcoal girl, who was trapped, had a slim chance of survival. However, just as she was about to use her mind to take the picture scroll back, she suddenly realized that the immortal atlas she had nurtured for many years had been easily snatched away by the child. The charcoal girl's vision turned black. She was so angry that she almost fainted. It was not easy for her to stand firm. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the picture scroll had been divided into two. Most of it had been snatched away by the child, but the remaining figure was left in place.
The man who had set up the bowl, Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian released his Qi. The warhorse fell gently into the mud, safe and sound. He ordered Liulong, "Put it away."
Liulong did not know how to put it away. With a thought, the person on the painting quickly overlapped. What he held in his hand was like a painting scroll.
The girl was terrified and uneasy. She fell butt first into the mud. Her face was snow-white. Adding on her white robes, she was like a female ghost wandering in the night. She kept muttering to herself, "How is this possible, how can it be like this …"
Hsu Fengnian did not pay attention to this rude and arrogant young woman. Instead, he looked at the only remaining person.
The person in the painting had one hand at the bottom of the bowl. He was still sitting, but his body slowly floated up and coincidentally met Hsu Fengnian's gaze.
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Was it you who secretly instructed Zhao Huangchao to go to the Earth Lung Mountain to raise an evil dragon? Then you went with the flow to help Huang Longshi stir up the spring and autumn? In the end, you guarded Great Peace City. When the King of Jing An fought for the throne, it was you who did not let Wang Xianzhi, the adoptive father of Zhao Heng, the old King of Jing An, go to the capital to support him? All those years of literature and martial arts reviews, most of them were written by you, right? "
The man whose face was still blurry did not speak.
Hsu Fengnian asked with a smile, "Heaven, Earth, and Man all have their own mathematical principles. Yuan Benxi has been the same for several decades, he should be keeping an eye on the connections for the Liyang Dynasty. Zhao Huangchao cultivated in seclusion, which created the terrain. In that case, you must be the leader of the Qi Refinement Warriors in the north. However, I am very puzzled. Back then, when Hong Xixiang destroyed the fate energy of the country, two streams of fate energy flowed into Beiliang and West Chu respectively. Why didn't you stop them? "
The man finally opened his mouth to speak. The moment he opened his mouth, the world that was pouring with rain instantly fell silent. "It's just a debate between heaven and man. I once defended the Zhao Clan, who was blessed by the Heavens. As for you, what do you say? "
Hsu Fengnian sneered and said, "Damn, you just like to be self-righteous and spout nonsense."
The man asked in return, "Is that so?"
Hsu Fengnian seemed to be unwilling to argue.
The man laughed and said, "In the next ten years, there will be four major battles. I only need to win one to win."
After sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall for many years, the man finally stood up. His feet seemed to have landed in the mud of this small path.
Hsu Fengnian saw that the man began to walk forward. Then, he brushed past him and headed towards Xishu.
Hsu Fengnian stood where he was. The dragon was at a loss, while the charcoal girl's heart was like dead ashes.
Hsu Fengnian raised his head and looked at the raindrops falling in the night sky. Every drop was crystal clear.
The trend of the world today was no longer so unclear. Needless to say, Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan had an incomparable innate advantage and still occupied the most fate energy.
Huang Sanjia and Beimang's State Preceptor, Yuan Qingshan, chose Zhao Zhu at the same time.
This person, who might be the true Scholarly Sage of the century, chose Chen Zhibao.
This was undoubtedly a situation that Hsu Fengnian was most unwilling to see.
Hsu Fengnian turned to the charcoal girl and said, "Using external objects to steal the secrets of the Heavens is not a long-term solution. If you are really interested in the martial arts world, I will make a deal with you."
The charcoal girl's eyes lit up. "You want me to invite the Qi cultivators of the Guanyin Sect to the border to promote the Beiliang?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I want you to temporarily move the entire sect's manpower behind the defense line of the Jinqingyang Tomb. You are also allowed to withdraw from Beiliang if the situation is not good. "
The charcoal girl was stunned. "Are you crazy?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "It is the Beimang Empress who has' gone crazy '. Beiliang and I have no choice but to go crazy with her."
The charcoal girl said with an aggrieved expression, "How can I dare to roam the martial arts world alone now? From here to the Southern Sea, I have to take a detour. It is thousands of miles away. Can you be at ease? "
Hsu Fengnian glanced at her.
The charcoal girl pouted and admitted defeat. "I know, I know. You just want to say that this is how you walked out of Beimang. But you're a man, and I'm just a weak woman. If I delay your important matters, I'll just die somewhere … "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "I will let the Heavy Sword Cave's Master, Mi Fengjie, protect you on your way back to the Guanyin Sect."
The charcoal girl asked for a yard after taking an inch, "Is there anything more powerful?"
Hsu Fengnian asked, "What do you think of me?"
The charcoal girl said excitedly, "Good!"
Hsu Fengnian no longer paid attention to this muddle-headed fairy and continued to gallop forward on his horse.
Yu Dilong followed closely behind.
Leaving her stomping her feet resentfully.
In the rainy night, Yu Dilong suddenly called out, "Master."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head in confusion.
The child grinned and scratched his head, probably because he suddenly did not know what to say.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Since you have recognized me as your master, then I will tell you something. In the future, if you see such high and mighty fairies roaming the martial arts world, beat them up until they run home crying."
Yu Dilong nodded heavily.
Because of this unintentional conversation between master and disciple tonight.
In the following hundred years, no one dared to call themselves fairies.
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