Chapter 205: Jiang Family Venerable Mr. Dongfang and the Soul Slayer Master
The night is deep.
On the large bed in the dormitory, Xiao Huang curled up in a ball and slept soundly.
Xin Zhuo separated the jade pillow under his neck with his left hand, and with his right hand the void condensed, and he saw eight Zhenqi condensing spears above the bed, sometimes forming the character "一", and sometimes forming the character "日" .
In a blink of an eye, the eight-handled Qi Condensation Soldier turned into a sword again, first forming the word "Qian", and then turning into the word "Kill".
The next moment, the small sword turned into a "knife", a "stick", a "halberd", an "axe", a "yue", a "hook", a "fork" and so on.
Everything you can think of in your mind can be transformed, everything is so smooth and easy.
“Isn’t this just like playing?”
After thinking for a while, an idea came to him, and he took out the two small swords "Born Elite Soldiers", and the Xuanbing Tianlei was so powerful Entering it, it instantly destroyed the remaining traces inside and instilled your own true energy.
For a moment, his thoughts became clear and he connected the two sword bodies.
With a slight twist of the index and middle fingers of his right hand, the two flying swords flashed away with a terrifying and sharp light, and turned quickly, as if they were using their arms.
Isn’t the “Elite Soldier” coming soon?
Can I control two controllers by myself?
Let’s make do with it now, we’ll talk about it later!
Put away the "Little Sword of Life", close your eyes and fall asleep.
In a daze, it seemed that a soul-shaking breath suddenly came to the bed.
A mysterious momentum that was like the general trend of heaven and earth disappeared in a flash.
Xin Zhuo suddenly woke up and was about to open his eyes, but felt that the breath was not malicious at all.
The venerable person in the family? What is he here for?
While he was thinking, a pair of rough old hands pressed on his pulse from three feet away.
That’s right! Although there was no contact, it was clearly as if a pair of rough old hands were holding it!
The candlelight flickered, and at this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, with age spots all over his face, stood in front of the bed. His back was slightly stooped, but his old eyes were full of sharpness.
This scene seemed a bit scary at first glance, but it gradually dissipated with the look of kindness on the old man's face.
Unfortunately, after a moment, the old man's face showed a trace of doubt, which then turned into disappointment, and he disappeared from the room in a flash.
I don’t know how to enter, and I don’t know how to disappear.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and moved his body slightly. It was a bit cold. The old man's energy actually spread along his wrists and spread to the meridians of his body.
Testing?
With the ghost meridians in my body and the blessing of Wangyuejing technique, I can't understand it. The venerable must be no stronger than Wangyuejing, right?
……
The moonlight is bright and clear.
The old man left the room and staggered towards the Lord's Tower, but his back became more stooped, and the moonlight stretched his figure very long.
An old face full of dejection and unwillingness.
At this moment, he suddenly stopped and looked up. There was a figure standing in the moonlight in front of him.
A head full of silvery gray hair, his face did not look old, but his hands were like tree bark, and he looked full of old age. When he saw the old man, he chuckled: "Brother Jiang, I'm afraid you and I are thirty." Haven’t seen each other for years?”
The old man sighed: “Thirty-one years and eight months ago, you were the stupidest, but you got the Thirteenth Prize. I’m quite impressed with you!”
A smile befitting his age appeared on Mr. Dongfang's face, and he raised the wine jar in his hand: "Qingyangfang, Lao Baigan in the winery opened by the old drunkard's grandson, although the old drunkard passed away many years ago, the spiciness has remained! "
"Let's go!" The old man nodded.
The two of them disappeared in a flash, and when they reappeared, they reached the top of the "Honorable Tower".
Guitoutuo and the Great Sword Master, who were sitting cross-legged at the tower gate below, didn't even notice at all.
On the top of the simple and simple tower, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups and poured two glasses of wine. He drank it all in one gulp and looked out the window with emotion: "A hundred years have passed in just a blink of an eye. I still remember those years." When he was young and unkempt, he came to the capital and stood barefoot on the roadside in a daze.
At that time, His Majesty Xuanzong had just ascended the throne, and the new emperor was ambitious in all directions, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was full of vitality. Brother Jiang is a suave and young man, and his white-horse luxury car drives people down the street, causing pedestrians to give way. Does Brother Jiang know what the younger brother was thinking at that time? "
Venerable Jiang Yong also showed a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and then he laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "What do you think? Mr. Dongfang smiled and said: "I just thought, when can I be as handsome as Mr. Jiang?" "
Jiang Yong laughed: "Don't talk about being young and frivolous! Your boy was born in Baiheqiu in the Western Region. He is also from a famous sect, but he is arrogant and disdains to establish himself in the name of the sect. Later, he joined the Great Zhou Dynasty and became famous in one day. He has extraordinary talents. Who dares to underestimate him? His Majesty Xuanzong invited you to the palace, declined seven times, entered the Fengjian Division for the eighth time, and drank horses in Beicang for eleven years. Who dares to take advantage of you? "
Mr. Dongfang shook his head and smiled: "You can't chase the past! Do you still remember Miss Shangguan’s immortal appearance, Mr. Song’s high-spirited spirit, Linghu’s enchanting beauty, and the fat little fat guy who loved drinking and later the old drunkard who pretended to be ignorant..."
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He couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.
Jiang Yong sighed: "It's a pity that a beautiful woman has died, and a stunning talent has also been buried in a solitary grave. Isn't that 'mountain' a good one? I can't rank seventh, but you kid can rank thirteen , Isn’t it because I am still surviving now that I am too timid?”
“Wu Zhidao, the timid ones will never get through!”
Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly: "Ye Chen and Qin Wuji broke through, and now they have entered the ladder of heaven. I am afraid they will live a long and carefree life!"
Jiang Yong said with a smile: "Qing After seven days of rain, the prosperous age is coming, and you have become a venerable one. It is a blessing for you and me to survive till now.”
Mr. Dongfang nodded: "That's right! Actually... I want to apologize to Brother Jiang!"
Jiang Yong poured a glass by himself: "My great-nephew's meridians?"
Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.
Jiang Yong chuckled: "I won't embarrass you about this matter, and there is no need for you and me to argue, but I don't know whether he will let you go!"
Mr. Dongfang laughed: "Brother Jiang, don't you think your grandnephew can still keep up with me?"
Jiang Yong sighed: "Who can say clearly about the fate of the world? Is it not his destiny to come back from Fulong Mountain alive?"
Mr. Dongfang was silent.
Jiang Yong glanced at the distance, and then drank another drink: "The little nun who destroys spirits has not become a venerable person. I'm afraid there is no chance. The boy has made arrangements. It's useless for you to hold me back. !”
Mr. Dongfang frowned.
……
Under the shadow outside Wuzhu, an old nun stood suddenly. A pair of old eyes glanced at the Wuzhu gate and fell into silence.
In front of Wuzhu Gate, there is an eye-catching sign:
"Mie Ling, Dongfang and dogs are not allowed to enter!"
Below the sign, seven people are sitting cross-legged, imposing. Magnificent, without any disguise.
Chanyi is among them.
The moon gradually set towards the west, and the old figure of the nun finally slowly turned around and disappeared into the night.
The top floor of "Honorable Tower".
Only Jiang Yong was left, and the wine jar beside him was tilted, with not a drop left.
The disappointment in the muddy old eyes is even heavier: "Is there still hope?"
"Boom——"
"Buzz——"
In front of the lower gate of the tower, Guitoutuo and the Great Sword Master entered the Grand Master at the same time, only one step away from the Grand Master.
The two men were wrapped in extremely fierce auras, and they stood up and clasped their fists at the same time: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your success! I have become a half-step master in ancient times!"
The old voice came from the top of the tower. Came: "I also want to thank the old ghost from the East!"
After a moment of silence, he said again: "You two go to Beicang! Find Xiao Xiao of the Yin Coffin Sect. He owes the old lady a favor and wants to get the Holy Pill of Huangquan. Come back and open the martial arts vein for my grandson!”
"Here!"
(End of this chapter)