(Chapter Two.)
Murong Tonghuang hesitated for a moment and hammered His Royal Highness's chest with all his might. At this moment, he no longer pretended to be seductive and charming, nor was he gloomy. Instead, he exuded an unfamiliar aura of awe-inspiring heroism.
Hsu Fengnian lay on the slope and said with a smile, "Chen Yu, who is ranked second in the rouge ranking, is said to not lose to Nangong. Do you know that?"
Murong Tonghuang nodded, but he was confused as to why Meng Qi mentioned Chen Yu and Nangong.
Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "That Nangong is the same as you. He is a man with a white fox face. He is even more good-looking than you. Now he is reading secret manuals in the Tide-listening Pavilion of Beiliang Palace. When he comes out of the pavilion, he might be the number one in the world. These two sabers of mine, Spring Thunder and Embroidered Winter, were originally his. Later, I gave one to him and borrowed the other. "
Murong Tonghuang laughed and said, "If you continue to explain, be careful that you don't say that you are trying to hide three hundred taels of silver."
Hsu Fengnian felt relieved. There were thousands of knots in his heart. If he could help this pair of siblings untie one by one, he would deal with the mess of the Xuanyuan family. As for Murong Tonghuang's life, he only needed to lay down some foreshadowing. After that, he would no longer pay attention to him. He really needed to learn from that old monster Huang Sanjia to play chess. Regardless of whether he was drawing a tiger or a dog, he needed to learn first. Hsu Fengnian suddenly thought of the Celestial Being from Mount Longhu, Zhao Huangchao, who came by dragon in his dream. This Zhao was not the Zhao from the Zhao family of the Taoist Master Mansion. Hsu Fengnian still had not figured out whether it was a dream or reality. If it was the truth, why didn't Miss Hehe, who was climbing the cliff all night long, respond? Even the old God of Swords, Li Chungang, did not notice it! However, if he were to treat it as a dream, then everything the white python told the black dragon and the middle-aged Daoist priest, Zhao Huangchao, said was reasonable and well-founded, especially the bearded heavenly dragon that rose from the cliff. It was almost exactly the same as the one in the Evil Spring Thunder Flood Dragon Painting. This painting of the heavenly king and the heavenly maiden came from the hands of a great Qi Practitioner and was supplemented by an ominous prophecy. Hsu Fengnian frowned. For the time being, he did not dare to mention this strange matter to anyone. Perhaps he would only be able to mention it to Xu Xiao and Li Yishan once he returned to Beiliang.
His Royal Highness didn't know that not long ago, someone had coincidentally arrived at Mount Insignia. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather, Xuanyuan Guoqi, were standing on the Wangjiang Terrace of the Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion. The two of them were leaning against the railing. The Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion was built against the cliff, while the Wangjiang Terrace was abrupt. The mountain wind was blowing, and it was very cold at the top. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled the collar of his fur coat. The old man with white hair on his temples smiled and said, "Are you cold? You mischievous girl. You're just like your father. Both of you are unwilling to work hard on the path of martial arts. Practicing martial arts doesn't necessarily mean you have to fight and kill. Strengthening your body is fundamental. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks were flushed from the strong wind from the river to the wall of Bull Mound. He shrunk his neck and said coquettishly, "It's not too late to learn now."
Xuanyuan Guoqi, who had an ancient sword hanging from his waist, smiled but didn't say anything.
The old man was the only son of Xuanyuan of Mount Insignia's generation. After his ancestor, Xuanyuan Great Plate, suffered defeat after defeat, he went into seclusion to cultivate. It was Xuanyuan Guoqi who single-handedly supported him. When he was young, he was a nobody. He missed the opportunity to fight Li Chungang, the God of Swords, who was known as the Invincible God of Swords. It was only in the recent twenty years that he rose to fame. His first battle after leaving the mountain was the toughest Wu family's Sword Tomb as a whetstone, forcing the Wu family's Su Of Gojoseon to unsheathe his sword. Although Xuanyuan Guoqi was defeated, it was still a glorious defeat. He was praised by the martial arts world as a late bloomer. All the friends he had made over the years were old. Not long ago, he went to the Dongyue Sword Pool and defeated six sword puppets with one strike. His reputation was right behind Đồng Thái's.
Xuanyuan Guoqi said softly, "I heard that Li Chungang is by the side of the Crown Prince of Beiliang."
The old man flicked the scabbard with his finger, and the ancient sword in the scabbard hummed, even louder than the whistling of the mountain wind. However, Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not react at all. The old man sneered and said, "Li Chungang used to be a Sword Immortal. When did he become a lackey of the Beiliang? How disappointing! I wanted to find this Sword Dao senior to spar with him after I returned from the Sword Pool. Although it's convenient now, I don't know if Li Chungang is worthy of unsheathing the Plain Sword! "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, "A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Isn't that old man the eighth?"
Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently and said, "Girl, don't try to goad me. Do you know that once one's Sword Dao realm regresses, the difficulty of advancing again, especially for an expert at Li Chungang's realm, is comparable to ascension? As long as he's not a first-stage Sword Immortal, your grandfather can fight him. If this eighth rank is real gold and silver, then that's fine. But if it's only because of Li Chungang's unparalleled heroic figure that they gave him a title, then I might as well expose this fig leaf. The former Sword God without the Wooden Horse and one arm being defeated by the Plain Embracing Sword is better than being used as a stepping stone by those young people. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to say something when the old man waved his hand and said, "Girl, go first. Don't catch a cold from the wind. That bookish father of yours is going to nag me for a month or so. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion with a gloomy expression. How could one survive in the Xuanyuan Clan where martial arts fanatics gathered? Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion. There were bookshelves on both sides, and her slender hand slowly touched the secret manuals arranged according to the pronunciation of the first word. Her eyes were dull. The ancient books that her fingers touched were all martial arts secret manuals that Jianghu dreamed of. She had read most of them and memorized them in her mind. Because she knew that once she got married, she would no longer be allowed to enter the Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion, even if it was to find a son-in-law. Therefore, she had been painstakingly memorizing the contents of the secret manuals all these years, page after page, book after book, hoping that she could find a man she could rely on in the future to revitalize the first wife's branch whose spirit had been sapped by her scholarly father and restore the glory of a great sect.
After walking out of the Aspiring Cauldron Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was filled with determination.
An old woman who had taken care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng since she was young hurriedly ran over and whispered, "Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back. There are signs of him being seriously injured and dying."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng calmly asked, "Can he be saved?"
The old woman shook her head and said, "Using normal methods, he'll definitely die."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood there in a daze, as if her soul had left her body.
The old woman said sympathetically, "Miss, if Yuan Tingshan dies, then so be it. Just find another young man and nurture him with all your heart."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips turned pale as she murmured, "There's no chance for that."
She suddenly turned around and walked past countless bookshelves in the pavilion to the Riverview Terrace. With a plop, she knelt down behind Xuanyuan Guoqi.
The old man, who had mastered Qi cultivation, remained silent and didn't ask anything.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng put her hands and knees on the bone-chilling green jade floor and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, please save Yuan Tingshan's life!"
Xuanyuan Guoqi said something that others couldn't understand. "If you want to have the ability to humiliate others, you must first have the ability to humiliate yourself."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body began to tremble more and more violently. In the end, she lay on the ground, feeling as if a knife was twisting in her heart. She sobbed and said, "Grandpa, why did the Great Ancestor choose me for dual cultivation?! Why?! As long as grandpa can save Yuan Tingshan, as long as Yuan Tingshan can withstand ten strikes from the Great Ancestor, Qingfeng won't have to be a bull anymore! "
Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar who resembled Xuanyuan Guoqi walked into the Riverview Terrace while coughing. His hair was tied up in a bun, and he held the Forbidden Thunder Mantra of Virtue in one hand and covered his mouth with the other. After releasing his hand, he put his hand behind his back, leaving behind a pool of blood.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was slightly angry. "Jingcheng, since you're not well, don't walk around!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly, "Life and death are predestined. Just accept your fate."
Xuanyuan Guoqi, who had his back to the father and daughter, waved his sleeve. Clearly, he was quite angry.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng took the Taoist book from his bloody hand and held it tightly. He bent down, freeing his hand to support his daughter.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's limbs were already weak, but at this moment, a surge of strength surged up and she threw her father's hand away. She cried and cursed, "You don't deserve it!"
The eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, had a bitter expression on his face. He said softly, "Let's go. Your mother has warmed a pot of Angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up shakily and staggered out of the Wangjiang Terrace, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a resolute and desolate back view.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was angry at his son's lack of struggle and lamented his misfortune. He raised his voice and reprimanded, "Look at you. Back then, in order to marry a loose woman who could be anyone's wife, you disgraced the family. What have you been doing all these years?!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly, "Reading."
"Reading the Spring and Autumn Annals of Righteousness."
"Reading Taoism without action."
"Reading Buddhism with compassion."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said word by word, neither warm nor angry. His tone was extremely slow. Indeed, if it wasn't for his gentle temperament, how could he have endured twenty years of supercilious suppression? The other two branches were already riding on top of his head to shit and piss, but this scholar never uttered a word, only reading his book.
"Jingcheng wants to let the ancestor know that his so-called understanding of the three religions is bullsh * t."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was so angry that his eyebrows were twitching. He wanted to slap this good-for-nothing son of his to death.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled. He held the Forbidden Thunder Spell of Virtue tightly. Blood seeped into the pages. He said, "Since I can't become an immortal Zhenren …"
"Shut up! You disgraceful thing! "
Xuanyuan Guoqi slapped his son's face and walked away.
Obviously, if this middle-aged scholar was allowed to continue, his words would only shock people to death.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was slapped, was indifferent. He looked at Longhu.
Logically speaking, with the strength of Xuanyuan Guoqi's hand, even if he restrained it, the slap on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face would not disappear in a flash.
When there was no one left in the Wen Ding Pavilion, he threw out the Forbidden Thunder Spell of Virtue and leaped over the railing.
He flew out of the Bull Mound and went straight to the surface of the Dragon King River.
When he fell in mid-air, he stepped on the book with the tip of his foot and swept across the sky like an eagle or a falcon.
The world's Zhenren was so close that they could not recognize him.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng floated across the Dragon King River. The first time his foot landed on the shore, it created a big pit. The second step was slightly smaller, and the third step was even smaller. He took seven consecutive steps, each step stepping on the pit like a blooming lotus.
A lotus appeared with each step.
After seven steps, the ground was already covered in dust.
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