It was unknown if the guest elder, who was famous for his fist techniques, had underestimated him, but in just one exchange, he was forcefully blocked by that young man's fists. His body didn't move, but his feet sank deep into the shattered floor. Then, with a punch, the guest elder's head was chopped off!
It wasn't accurate to say that it was chopped off, the entire head was smashed away by the young man.
The scene was extremely bloody and cold.
Long Yuxuan, who was laughing loudly and floating towards the lady in green, was about to tease her when he caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye. He was so frightened that he swallowed his words. As expected, the spear suddenly swung down and cut a two-meter long crack on the ground. Fortunately, he moved quickly. Otherwise, wouldn't that spear be like a watermelon being cut by a knife?
That lady let the entire Mount Hui know what it meant to have a spear technique that was as strong as a swimming snake and explosive thunder.
Long Xuanyu's qinggong was undoubtedly excellent, but that red spear moved like a shadow. As long as the spear touched the ground, countless stones would be shattered. Even if it swept through the air, it would still make a whistling sound.
The experienced and knowledgeable Huang Fangfo was once again shocked when he saw the young man who was born with Vajra. He muttered, "The Spear Immortal King Embroidery has finally appeared? But that's fine, but how can a young lady be so domineering? "
Hsu Fengnian had been glancing at the old man with the sheepskin fur coat. If he didn't take advantage of everyone's shock to take down the leader of the bandits, Xuanyuan Chongyi, it would be a good opportunity to squander.
Li Chungang rolled his eyes and said, "My heart aches for that daughter. This Old Man doesn't understand. You clearly care about her so much, so why don't you eat her up? To a woman, this kind of care is the most practical. "
Hsu Fengnian flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Cut the crap, senior, make a move!"
The old God of Swords raised his chin and said in annoyance, "Wait a while more, look over there."
Hsu Fengnian looked in the direction and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng walking over slowly. She said to Xuanyuan Chongyi in a clear voice, "My father invited His Royal Highness to Bull Hill to view the scenery and has already obtained the permission of the old ancestor."
The moment she said that, there was a commotion.
Xuanyuan Chongyi frowned and said, "Qingfeng, don't mess around."
It was obvious that he saw this niece's words as a fake imperial edict.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly, "Uncle, if you don't believe me, you can go and ask the ancestor yourself."
Xuanyuan Gong narrowed his eyes and smiled. "That won't be necessary. However, His Royal Highness wants to make friends through martial arts. Let's wait until the fight is over."
He turned to the second guest chamberlain and said, "Brother Hong, are you going to spar with that junior? Only with you personally leading the formation will we be able to show the sincerity of Mount Hui's hospitality. "
Hong Piao was expressionless as he prepared to attack. Xuanyuan Jingyi, on the other hand, was observing the subtle changes in his niece's expression from the corner of his eye. He didn't have any good feelings towards Xuanyuan Qingfeng. As a woman, she wanted to seize power from him, her own uncle. She truly had a heart higher than the heavens and a life thinner than paper! Xuanyuan Jingzong waited until she spoke, and concluded that Yuan Tingshan, who was exhaling more than inhaling, had been abandoned by his niece. Instead, he had turned to cling to the thigh of the Heir of Beiliang, hoping to borrow an external force to contend against the Mansion of the Old Ancestor. However, did this infamous His Royal Highness have the ability to challenge the Old Ancestor? However, Xuanyuan Jingyi understood his niece's feelings. After all, to any woman, entering and leaving Mansion of the Bull was a completely different world.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mind was already in turmoil, and she was wholeheartedly focused on smashing a broken jar. Naturally, she didn't care about Xuanyuan Jingyi's erroneous guesses.
In the backyard of the eldest branch, a young woman with a cold expression quietly watched the wine stove that was gradually heating up.
The wine's name was Angelica, and it was sandwiched between tea leaves from Mount Hui's Old Tea before the Rain, as well as osmanthus seeds picked every mid-autumn festival. The wine's color was golden and translucent, with a hint of green. The wine's aroma was a combination of tea and osmanthus. It was slightly bitter in the mouth, but when tasted carefully, it lingered for a long time with an endless aftertaste. This wine had the meaning of "after bitterness comes sweetness," but it wasn't popular in Mount Hui.
Mount Hui was also known as Yaozhao Mountain. In the ancient book "Classic of Mountains and Seas", it was recorded that Yaozhao Mountain had many osmanthus trees. However, after the Xuanyuan family occupied this blessed land, they enjoyed a peaceful life for several hundred years. Perhaps it was because their good fortune didn't last long, and their luck gradually decreased, causing the old osmanthus trees to die one by one. Last year, even the only remaining osmanthus tree named Tanggui, which had a lifespan longer than the 1600 years of the Taoist Master's residence on Mount Longhu, had withered. Therefore, apart from a few jars of wine brewed from the osmanthus seeds last year, this Angelica osmanthus wine had become extinct.
Everyone in Mount Hui knew that the eldest son of the first wife, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, was an absurd person who was addicted to drinking Angelica osmanthus wine from the books of the sages. The older generation remembered even more clearly that every year on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's birthday, this scholar, who was once delusional enough to want to pass the imperial examinations and leave the mountain and was unwilling to practice martial arts, would bring his young daughter to Tanggui to have his height carved. However, after the age of fifteen, the precocious Xuanyuan Qingfeng treated this matter as a disgrace and didn't want to do it again. Thus, he drifted further and further away from his father. These years, only a handful of guests like Huangfang Buddha, who could be counted on one's fingers, had the good fortune to drink a jar of bitter osmanthus wine. Xuanyuan Jingcheng liked the bitter taste when he drank and lived up to his reputation as an eccentric.
Every year, Xuanyuan Jingcheng brewed three jars of Angelica osmanthus wine. Two jars were sent to the courtyard, and he only had one jar left.
Therefore, he never had enough wine, but here, he never drank. He let the two jars of wine sit idle every year. Year after year, the more jars there were, the more mellow the aroma of the wine became.
She finally opened a jar of wine and brought in a set of wine utensils that had been sealed for many years. The wine utensils were made by that man himself.
In any case, other than practicing martial arts, that person seemed to be good at everything.
Sitting alone, she filled a cup of wine and placed it on the table, as if she was hesitating whether to drink or not. She began to hate herself for no reason and reached out to slap the wine cup away.
After a while, she stood up to retrieve the wine cup. Only then did she discover two small lines of words engraved at the bottom of the cup. The handwriting was clear and elegant.
"Life is bitter, so long as the right person returns."
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