Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 218 [Xuanyuan Qingfeng Despair]

After all, Xuanyuan is the top family, well-informed, she has also heard that, back then, the eldest son of Wang Xuxiao with a different surname, and the second son, in order to avoid marrying into the emperor's family, traveled for three years before returning to Beiliang.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng still does not forget that the older generation in Huishan talked about the arrogance of Beiliang's iron cavalry at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

At that time, it wasn't my own family who was righteous, but it was the iron hooves who had leveled the dragon and the tiger, and their lips were dead and their teeth were cold.

Xuanyuan didn't have a good end, so he had to bite the bullet and stand in the same camp as the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain.

Today, none of that matters.

The important thing is that she already knew all the details of the Xiangfan Luweidang battle.

Without it, as the person in charge of the first building in the world, the Jiangdong sub-rudder, she still has the authority to check this information.

Now, everyone in the world knows that the first building under heaven and Beiliang are in a cooperative relationship.

The eldest son of Beiliang has arrived in person. Does this mean that the upper echelon of No. [-] Under Heaven has received her distress letter?
Three envoys appeared on Jiangnan Road to help the prince of Beiliang.

With all these things, people from the organization have also arrived near Jiangdong, it is very possible!
As long as the organization is willing to take action, she can be saved.

You don't need to accompany that immortal double cultivation!

As far as the Jianghu is concerned, as far as the world is concerned, the master of the celestial phenomenon is the sky, the god, and should not be offended.

The grand master is still standing, who would dare to provoke him easily?
But as far as the first floor in the world is concerned, in recent days, there have been fewer astronomical masters killed?

Even No. [-] in the world is now taken away by the organization. His whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown.

Now, finally waiting for a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of dawn.

So, she was ecstatic!
But why has the organization never contacted me?

Have scruples?
Or, is it just her wishful thinking?
The first floor won't come to rescue her at all?

In the final analysis, I, the rudder master of the sub-rudder of the building outside the building, was only temporary.

The people outside the building are not as high as the people in the building after all.

It is not as important and trusted as the people in the building.

The helmsman in the capital was killed by someone, and the organization retaliated vigorously, causing blood to flow in the capital.

That is the person in the building.

As the sub-rudder and rudder master, she can't compare with it.

Just after the boat docked, Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked out of the cabin in a daze.

A solitary boat came in jets.

The old Confucian scholar with frosty temples flew across the river and landed on the bow of the boat.

The lone boat is full of spiritual energy, slowly leaning against the river bank.

Seeing the only old man in the family who loved him dearly, Xuanyuan Qingfeng burst into tears.

With an ancient sword hanging from his waist, the old man said kindly:
"Who dares to bully my granddaughter? Which kid is it? Grandpa will teach you a lesson."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng bowed his head and remained silent.

The old man smiled and said, "It can't be the son of Beiliang who has arrived in Jianzhou, right? This will be troublesome."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng raised his head with a look of astonishment.

The old man who came back from discussing swords in Dongyue Jianchi is Xuanyuan Guoqi, and it is rumored that he can control a sword ten feet to take his head.

His swordsmanship is outstanding in the southeast.

Even Dongyue Jianchi, whose majesty of swordsmanship is only inferior to Wu Family's Sword Tomb, must be regarded as the number one confidant's serious trouble.

The old man proudly said: "So what about the prince of Beiliang, who can bully my granddaughter? I want to see if that one-armed Li Chungang can open the gate of heaven with his sword!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his grandfather Xuanyuan Guoqi stood on the Wangjiang Terrace of Wending Pavilion, leaning on a railing.

The Wending Pavilion is built against the cliff, while the Wangjiang Terrace protrudes abruptly.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng gathered the collar of his fur coat.

The old man with frosted hair on his temples smiled and said: "Is it cold? You lazy girl, like your father, is unwilling to contribute in martial arts. Practicing martial arts doesn't necessarily mean fighting and killing. It is fundamental to keep fit. "

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks were flushed by the wind blowing from the river to the wall of Guniugang, he shrank his neck, and said coquettishly:

"It's not too late to learn now."

An ancient sword hanging from his waist, named Baopu, Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled and said nothing.

The old man is the only seedling of Huishan Xuanyuan's generation. After the old ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan was defeated one after another, he retreated and practiced, and Xuanyuan Guoqi supported the beam with one hand.

When he was young, he was unknown, and missed the opportunity to confront Li Chungang, the sword god who was called Li Wudi at that time.

In the past 20 years, his reputation has risen. In the first battle down the mountain, he picked the hardest sword mound of Wu's family as the sharpening stone.

Forcing King Wu Jiasu's sword to come out of its sheath, even though Xuanyuan's national weapon was defeated, it was an honor.

He was praised by the martial arts as a late bloomer.

These years, they are all old friends. Not long ago, I went to Dongyue Sword Pool, and defeated six sword puppets with one sword, and my reputation is close to that of Deng Tai'a.

There are rumors in the world that Xuanyuan Guoqi will replace Wang Mingyin and become No. 11 in the world. I don't know if it is true or not.

Xuanyuan Guoqi said softly: "I heard that Li Chungang is beside the Prince of Beiliang."

The old man flicked the scabbard lightly with his fingers, and the ancient sword trembled in the scabbard, which overwhelmed the whistling mountain wind, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng was no different.

The old man sneered and said: "Li Chungang used to be a sword fairy, but when he became a running dog of Beiliang, it is really disappointing!
I thought I would go to this senior swordsman to compete with him when he returned from the sword pool. Although it's easy now, I don't know if Li Chungang is worthy of taking this Baopu sword out of its sheath! "

Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, isn't that old man the eighth?"

Xuanyuan Guoqi smiled indifferently and said, "Girl, don't play aggressive tricks, do you know that once the realm of swordsmanship regresses, if you want to advance bravely and diligently, especially for a master of Li Chungang's realm, the difficulty is not worse than crossing the tribulation and ascending?

As long as you are not at the first level of Sword Immortal, your grandfather can fight.

If the eighth is the real eighth, it's okay to say, if it's just because of Li Chungang's unparalleled heroic appearance in the past, he just donated a name, then it's fine for me to pierce the fig leaf.

It is better for the old sword god who lost his wooden horse, cow and arm to be defeated by Baopu sword than to be used as a stepping stone by those young people. "

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak, but the old man waved his hands and said, "Girl, go first, don't get caught in the cold. Your father, who is obsessed with reading, will nag me for a month."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was gloomy, and he left the Wending Pavilion.

Reading to dementia, how can you gain a foothold in the Xuanyuan family where Wu Chi gathers together?

Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked in the pavilion, with bookshelves erected on both sides, a slender hand slowly wiped the secret books arranged according to the pronunciation of the initials, her eyes were dull.

These ancient books touched by her fingers are full of martial arts secrets coveted by Jianghu. She has read most of them and kept them firmly in her mind.

Because she knew that once she got married, even if she recruited a son-in-law, she would no longer be allowed to enter the Wending Pavilion.

Therefore, she has been working hard to recite the contents of the secret book, page after page, book after book.

He hoped that in the future, he could find a man he could rely on, to prosper the eldest son's house that was exhausted by the scholar's father, and to restore the atmosphere that Da Zong should have.

After walking out of the Wending Pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a determined face.

An old woman who took care of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's growth hurried over and whispered:

"Miss, Yuan Tingshan is back.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was calm, he let out an oh, and didn't want to ask any more questions.

The old woman's face was anxious, her voice was lowered a lot, and said: "The person is dead, and the body is sent back."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood on the spot blankly, out of his mind.

The old woman said with pity: "Miss, this Yuan Tingshan will die as soon as he dies, just find another young man to take care of him."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips were pale, and he murmured, "I don't have this chance."

She turned around suddenly, walked past countless bookshelves in the attic, came to Wangjiang Terrace, and knelt down behind Xuanyuan Guoqi with a plop.

The old man who was so proficient at nourishing qi was just silent and didn't ask any questions.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng rested his hands and knees on the icy sapphire ground, and said in a deep voice:

"I beg Grandpa to save Qing Feng's life!
After a long silence, Xuanyuan Guoqi said lightly:

"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, becoming more and more violent, and finally lying on the ground, his heart was twisted like a knife, and he sobbed:
"Grandpa, why did the ancestors choose me for double cultivation!
why? !

As long as Yuan Tingshan can block the old ancestor's ten swords, Qingfeng doesn't have to go to Gun Niu to surrender!

It's a pity he's dead now, dead! "

The old man was silent and speechless.

If the old sword god was here, he would definitely disdain to fight this person.

Sit back and watch his granddaughter be ruined, and even express support for his ancestors.

Such a person is not worthy of the old sword god drawing his sword!
The last hope in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's heart finally turned into despair.

Do not!
Do not!
She still has a chance!
She also has the first floor in the world.

Suddenly, infinite light burst out from her eyes.

(End of this chapter)