Chapter 690 Come on, obediently let me mark this place
Qingniao is a dead man and the second-class maid of Wutong Garden. She talks little and always gives people a cold look. This temperament is not suitable for serving people. Hongshu, a big maid, asked her to help the prince feed the six-year-old Gyrfalcon. Xu Fengnian was A voice not only evoked Jian Jiuhuang The sword in his hand also awakened the six-year-old phoenix raised in the small building. The black and strong claws flicked on the bird's frame, and the snow-white wings fluttered quickly and shot out of the room. It was the last to arrive first, and it was better than the sword of Jiuhuang. Three minutes later, the gleaming sharp claws were digging towards Chu Pingsheng's cheek.
He never moved, just standing like this, standing stupidly by the lake. Lao Kui, who didn't know what happened, suddenly looked up and saw a black cloud in the sky covering the sun, a strong wind pressing down like a tsunami, and the three swords of Jiuyang. The sword was blocked by the strong wind and could not advance even a single inch. The Qing Bailuan that sneaked up on the man in green shirt, and whom the Western Chu dignitaries paid huge sums of money to buy, was pushed down by something.
It wasn't until the strong wind subsided and Kanke opened his eyes that Lao Kui, who had always regarded himself as a master, could clearly see what that thing was.
A large eagle with swollen head and black feathers pinned the bird of prey raised by His Royal Highness to the ground. It pecked the six-year-old phoenix's white feathers all over the place. It screamed in agony, but the eagle didn't care. It took two bites of meat and looked up. Opposite me, Lao Huang, who was sweating profusely, lowered his head and pecked twice more. After feeding this blue bird for several years, the gyrfalcon that His Highness affectionately called "Xiao Bai" was pecked to death alive and torn into pieces.
Ups and downs, three pounds, and Bingdilian, the three swords returned to their owners, two of which were the most beautiful, Bingdilian, went to Chu Pingsheng's hands. This time it was easier to seize the sword than last night. When the big eagle pinned down Liu Liufeng, he just stretched out his hand and took the lotus from the strong wind that could tear the human body to pieces. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
"This sword is very beautiful. What's its name?"
"..."
Old Huang didn't speak, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't hear. He was still immersed in the panic caused by the appearance of the big bird. The strong wind created by waving his wings could break his sword control skills. This had never happened before in his life. , if we insist on finding a realm to describe it, the strength of this big eagle should be in the Zhixuan realm, and it is the Zhixuan realm of martial arts warriors, not the Zhixuan realm of monks.
"Forget it, there's no need."
Chu Pingsheng didn't give Lao Huang Xingshen a chance to answer. He raised his green shirt slightly and disappeared. His whole body turned into an afterimage and approached Nangong Pushe, who was dressed as a young man in white.
"Be careful."
Xu Fengnian held up the hem of his robe and ran wildly, heading straight for the waterside pavilion along the corridor behind the building. When he stopped panting and leaning on the original-colored pillar at the corner, the battle between Nangong Pushe and Chu Pingsheng also came to an end. He didn't see Nangong clearly. What is a servant shot? The person who drew the sword didn't see clearly how he was able to capture him at close range. With just a flick of his eye, the gauze crown of the young man in white was knocked off. His long and smooth hair fell down like a waterfall, half covering his jade face. He was as beautiful as a fairy. He carried two sabers. Chun Lei, the blunt knife inside, also fell into the palm of his opponent's hand.
"Female...person..."
The face of the white fox is very clean from the inside to the outside. It is so clean that it reminds people of the first heavy snowfall in winter, which makes the wintersweet branches tremble and makes the ground white. Inside the silver frost, the mountains and rivers are covered with snow. It is cold, clean and beautiful in winter. , this is the feeling that Nangong Pushe gave him. He originally thought he was the handsome young master Zhuo Shixing, but he didn't expect that he was actually a woman disguised as a man.
Chu Pingsheng raised his left hand, and the sword in his hand was Bingdilian. Chu Pingsheng raised his right hand, and the sword in his hand was blunt spring thunder. The swords collided with a click, and the Bingtilian was split into two. Chunlei's unopened blade had an extra gap.
"Leave a mark."
He waved his sleeves, spring thunder flashed, clang, the blunt knife was sheathed, the force was not strong, but Nangong Pushe took three steps back, half-crouched on the ground, black hair flowed down his shoulders, covering half of his body, and opened his mouth Breathing heavily, looking straight at the ground, muttering to himself: "How could this happen?"
There are ten famous swords in the world, and Jiuhuang Jian is the only six of them. During the battle at Emperor Wu's City, Huang Lu was left on the west wall, and there were still five sword cases left. Now, two of them were destroyed in less than a day. Since then, the ten famous swords in the world have disappeared. Thirdly, there are no more dragons, snakes and lotuses.
In the Tingchao Pavilion, a wooden pole with gray on one side and no gray on the other side re-propped the window. Li Yishan looked at the five black stones and three white stones in his hand and frowned.
Snap.
Another window opened on the shore, and the yellow wood workshop adjacent to the waterside pavilion shot out a spear, as fast as a meteor in the day. The big eagle that had been pecking at the phoenix for six years fluttered its wings, retreated several feet, and blocked the iron spear with its body. Sparks During the burst, the big eagle slid, the iron gun bounced back, and a feather fell in the air, just one feather.
Uh...
With a cry, the wind blew up, causing Jian Jiu's yellow face to wrinkle and his mouth to slant, making it difficult to open his eyes. His cloth clothes rustled, and it was difficult to stand. But the eagle had already flown to the lake, spiraling straight up. The strong wind from bottom to top rolled up Pinghu. The water inside is like a soaring water dragon, with turbulent white waves, one wave surpassing the other, and the water floating on the lake Qinglian was torn to pieces, the boat was loaded onto the case, and hit the wooden piles of the pier. The viewing platform built with wooden pillars and boards in front of the waterside pavilion shook for a few times and then collapsed. Xu Fengnian ordered the deck chairs and deck chairs placed on it. The red pillows on the table, the coffee table and the silver fruit plate on the coffee table all fell into the lake.
The strong wind has not stopped, but its intensity is still increasing. A whirlpool stirs the lake water, and large waves gradually rise in the distance, rushing forward in an almost tsunami manner. According to Jian Jiuhuang's estimation, it will reach the shore, let alone water pavilions and small buildings. , Tingchao Pavilion can’t even keep it, is this referring to Xuan? The sky is approaching. He scolded Han Laoshan bloody in his heart. What was he doing with that shot just now? The sneak attack missed and the consequences would be serious.
Lao Huang knew that he could not go on like this, and was about to use the sword of ninety-six thousand miles that he had learned from Xu Fengnian's travels. But before the sword could be raised, the wind had dispersed, and the torrential water dragon crashed into the lake, and the waves raised a wave more than two feet high at the head of the embankment. They broke down all the fences and overturned the dried fish that the cook was drying in the kitchen.
"Go." The young man walking towards the Tingchao Pavilion waved his hand. The large eagle with wingspan that covered the sun soared into the sky and screamed. It flapped its wings and flew higher and higher. Finally, it turned into a small black spot and disappeared in the suddenly brightening sunlight. , disappeared.
Lao Huang lost his temper and returned the Sun Yao Sword to the sword case. He was finally sure that Lin Qing's words about having an accomplice were not just nonsense. Da Diao was old enough to be Tan Hua Lang's grandfather. It was a good question who would raise such a handsome young man.
"I'm here to get the Bai Di Bao Pu Jue."
Chu Pingsheng stood still in front of Tingchao Pavilion and looked up at the three gilded characters on the plaque. He had been facing the lake for more than ten years, but there was no trace of corrosion. He stamped his feet again, not knowing whether he was stepping on something or just for fun. He looked back. Dahu, with the wind and waves gradually subsided, laughed and said: "If you don't want to be an emperor, how can you gather your energy?"
Squeak.
The door is open slightly.
A cyan thread-bound book was thrown on the spotless steps. In an instant, the flying general resisted Han Laoshan's shot. The feathers fell as fast as thunder, piercing the window pane on the door and piercing the head behind. The splattered blood suddenly The window paper was dyed red and slightly yellow, the door frame was squeezed open a crack, and behind him was Wei Shuyang, who was still staring at death.
Chu Pingsheng bent down, picked up the "White Emperor Bao Pu Jue" on the ground, wiped off the blood on it, walked down the steps, and sighed softly: "If you want to kill eight... let's kill ninety-eight, it's really troublesome. ”
Nangong Pushe still maintained a half-kneeling posture, holding the two knives at his waist with hands that were too white and tender to look like a warrior. His face was still full of fear, and his white clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Grandpa Wei!"
Xu Fengnian still ran quickly holding the hem of his brocade robe. The embankment was slippery and he fell heavily. He raised his head with pain on his face and looked at the door of Tingchao Pavilion blown open by the lake wind and Wei Shuyang who died inside the door.
Chu Pingsheng glanced at the yellow formation diagram, and then looked deep in the alley, beside the rose flowers, with his ribs in his lungs and the blue bird whose martial arts were completely useless, he shook his head slightly: "Some people will die, either Jian Jiuhuang or Wei Shuyang."
After saying that, he rode away in the wind, and until his back was hard to find, Lao Kui climbed out from behind the lampstand that was as tall as one person and shouted to Jian Jiuhuang: "Hey, I'm hungry."
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That night, the 10,000-strong Snow Dragon Cavalry was attacked, including two second-grade generals, and the number was reduced to 98. Xu Xiao's adopted son Yuan Zuozong went to war and turned the camp upside down for ten miles. No clues were found until Han Laoshan sent him to the camp. After coming to the North to send a message to King Ming, Yuan Zuozong returned with his troops. He only said that he would be kind to the family of the deceased and never mentioned the matter of revenge for his subordinates.
At the same time, Xu Fengnian was still wearing the bright silver brocade robe he had worn earlier. His chest was dirty and covered with mud spots. He held his head and sat on the round stool in the middle of the room, recalling the previous scene over and over again.
This is not the Lin Tanhua he knows, no... absolutely not.
There was an unconscious sweet potato lying on the bed inside, covered with a green-bottomed white-edged eiderdown quilt. Xu Xiao said that she had been sleeping for a day and a night, and only woke up briefly once. She was still dominated by nightmares and caused hysteria. Xu Yanbing spent all his energy. The Qi saved her life, but the bones of her limbs were crushed to pieces by the extremely domineering Qi, and she had to spend the rest of her life in bed.
"Xu Yanbing has been released from seclusion. The blue bird is not dead, but his martial arts skills are useless. His broken ribs punctured his lungs. After recovering from the injury, he will suffer from tuberculosis and cough, and he will no longer be able to do strenuous exercise."
Xu Xiao didn't know when he came to the room where Sweet Potato was temporarily placed.
Xu Fengnian turned her head mechanically and looked at her serious father with dull eyes. Her hands trembled slightly and she shook her head quickly: "Why did Hongshu become like this? How did she become like this?"
"..."
"Where is Xu Yanbing? Isn't he said to be invincible below the land gods? Doesn't the land gods change one for another? Blue Bird is injured like this, why doesn't he seek revenge from Lin? Why!"
(End of chapter)