Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 219 [Betting Right]

A middle-aged Confucian scholar, who resembled Xuanyuan Guoqi in seven points, walked into Wangjiang Terrace coughing.

The bun is tied with a happy towel, and the hand is holding the "Moral Forbidden Thunder Curse".

He covered his mouth with one hand, and put his palm behind his back after letting go, a pool of scarlet blood.

Seeing the person coming, Xuanyuan Guoqi was slightly angry, and said: "Jingcheng, since you are not in good health, don't wander around!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said bitterly: "Life and death are fate, just accept fate."

With their backs to the father and daughter, Xuanyuan Guoqi waved his sleeves, obviously very angry.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng exchanged the Taoist book into the bloody hand, held it tightly, and bent down.

He freed his hand, wanting to help his daughter.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already weak in his hands and feet, but at this moment, for some reason, he was able to surge up a force and shake off the hand of his biological father.

With resentment, crying, cursing: "You don't deserve it!"

The eldest grandson of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, with a bitter face, said softly:

"Let's go, your mother warmed a pot of angelica wine for you to warm your stomach."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up staggeringly, and staggered out of Wangjiang Terrace, leaving Xuanyuan Jingcheng with a resolute and desolate back.

Xuanyuan Guoqi was angry at him for not fighting, mourned for his misfortune, raised his voice, and reprimanded:

"Look, in order to marry a broken shoe that can be a wife, you have lost the face of the family, what have you been doing all these years?!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Read."

"Read the Spring and Autumn Days."

"Reading Taoism does nothing."

"Read Buddhist compassion."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said each word slowly, in a very slow tone.

Indeed, it's not about being mild-tempered, how can I endure the suppression of the past twenty years.

The other two rooms have been riding on his head to defecate and piss, but this scholar has never said a word, just reading.

"Jingcheng wants the ancestors to know that his so-called Three Religions are connected, but bullshit doesn't make sense." Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked to the railing and stood side by side with Xuanyuan Guoqi.

Xuanyuan Guoqi raised his eyebrows angrily, wishing he could slap this incompetent but demonic son to death with one slap.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled, gripped the "Moral Forbidden Lightning Curse", blood seeped more and more into the page, and said:

"Since you can't become a real immortal..."

"Shut up!
Outrageous things! "

Xuanyuan Guoqi slapped his son on the face, flung his sleeves and walked away.

Obviously, if this middle-aged scholar is allowed to continue talking, his words will only become less surprising and he will continue to die.

After being slapped across the face, Xuanyuan Jingcheng remained indifferent, staring at the dragon and tiger.

It stands to reason that with the strength of Xuanyuan Guoqi's hands, even if he is restrained, the marks on the face of Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, are absolutely impossible to disappear in a blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, no one saw this scene.

When the Aspirations Pavilion was empty, he threw out the "Moral Forbidden Curse" and jumped over the fence.

He flew out of Guniu Dagang, and went straight to the surface of the Longwang River.

When falling into the air, he stepped on the books with his toes, and swept across the sky obliquely, like an eagle or a falcon.

The real people in the world are close at hand and can't be recognized!
Xiaoyao floated across the Longwang River, landed on the shore with his toes, and with a light tap, a big hole was blown out.

The second step is slightly smaller, and the third step is repeated, seven steps in a row, stepping on the pit step by step, like a lotus flower blooming.

Every step a lotus flower, every step a lotus grows.

After seven steps, there was no dust on the ground.

The old sword god ignored him, his hot face pressed against his cold butt, Zhao Xituan sighed with melancholy on his face.

Turning his head, he looked at His Royal Highness, the soldiers and horses he brought this time were not escorted by Beiliang cavalry.

There are only a few top-notch personal servants with military force, other than that, there are more than five forces at their disposal.

Judging from the signs, there is no intention of making trouble in Longhu Mountain?
This is a good thing.

Otherwise, Pindao is sandwiched between the two ends, and the inside and the outside are not the same thing.

Zhao Xituan was muttering to himself when he caught sight of the three women in veiled hats, and then saw the maidservant in green clothes behind His Royal Highness and the beauty holding a cat, all of them looked like fairy girls.

The old Taoist thought, the blessing of His Royal Highness, in the southeast, can only be compared with the old man Xuanyuan, who enjoys the pure blessings of land alone, and the king of Guangling, Zhao Yi, who picks all the beauties into his mansion.

Seeing the second son Xu Fengnian approaching gradually, his expression seemed to be wrong, he walked to the entrance of the Taoist temple and stopped.

Zhao Xituan's face was embarrassing, he thought he was wrong, and managed to lure Xu Longxiang from Beiliang Kengmeng to Longhu Mountain, but in the end, he practiced in this dilapidated Taoist temple, which was really embarrassing.

Just thinking about how to explain it to the world's number one rich man.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness Xu Qianqiu, who never regarded the old Tianshi as an expert, and the second son Xu Fengnian, turned slowly, faced Zhao Xituan, and bowed to the end.

Zhao Xituan was in a hurry, both surprised and cautious.

Hurry up to help, and said: "The old Taoist should not be so respectful to His Royal Highness, it's heavy, it's heavy."

The old sword god looked on coldly, a little surprised in his heart, the temperament of these two sons of the Northern Liang Palace, the weather-beaten Li Chungang, has already figured out all about it.

This upright bow, sincere and sincere, can be regarded as giving Zhao Xituan and Longhushan enough face.

Otherwise, with that lunatic's fiery and domineering temper, no matter what kind of Jing'an Wang Zhao Heng you are, or what kind of Jiangnan Taoist group you are, if you provoke him, it will be nothing more than a desperate fight.

Yu Youwei held Wu Meiniang between her chests, and the white cat was sleeping comfortably, half asleep and half awake, occasionally rubbing its furry head to make it plump.

Princess Jing'an didn't know Zhao Xituan's identity, she only guessed from the words on the scene that the silly young man was the younger brother of Xu Qianqiu and Xu Fengnian, who would be the future King of Beiliang County.

She couldn't imagine that the three brothers in the emperor's family could be so harmonious.

As for why the majestic little prince and a sloppy old Taoist priest stayed at the foot of Longhu Mountain to practice in the Broken Taoist Temple, Pei Nanwei didn't bother to speculate.

Zhao Xituan sighed in his heart, compared to a few years ago when he first arrived in Beiliang, now His Royal Highness and the Second Young Master have all changed their natures.

For myself, it is a good thing.

But for Longhushan, especially Tianshi Mansion, it may not be a good thing.

The old Taoist was in a complicated mood, and led a group of people into the Taoist temple.

Sitting with Xu Longxiang on the edge of Tongyou ancient well, the second son Xu Fengnian joked with a smile:
"I heard before that in this ancestral home of Taoism, there is a forest of camphor trees in Henan, and the imposing style of the city of immortals. The gate of ritual is like the gate of heaven. Old Tianshi, your family here is deserted to a certain extent."

Zhao Xituan blushed, and said with a smile: "I'm not very popular, it's something that can't be helped, the Second Young Master laughed at me."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: "Anyway, Huang Man'er doesn't care about it, I think he is very happy here, no worse than in Beiliang Palace. Right, Huang Man'er?"

Xu Longxiang grinned foolishly.

Talking and talking here, they kept talking about His Highness, Beiliang, and Lao Tianshi, and the authorities were calm and calm, and they took it for granted, but in the end they scared the Murong siblings who were kept in the dark.

Although Murong Tonghuang had long expected that the white-clothed Shengxue son had a very special status, but no matter what, when he thought about it later, he felt that being able to have a place in Beiliang was already extremely shocking.

For the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, when it comes to Zhoucheng, the most unforgettable memories of the Beiliang Army are undoubtedly the ghost town of Xiangfan, which was slaughtered after the city was destroyed, and Jianzhou, where Xileibi sat.

Dragon and Tiger looked at Xuanyuan from east to west, how could they forget the humiliation brought by the Beiliang Iron Armor back then?

Murong Wuzhu was in high spirits, he was tossed in the wind and waves, he thought he had caught a slender straw, and then he suddenly realized that it was a towering tree, he was very happy.

It's like falling in love with a poor scholar by chance, only to find out after elopement that this scholar is actually the son of a wealthy family.

Murong Tonghuang couldn't restrain his body trembling, his face was flushed, and his eyes were complicated, staring at His Royal Highness.

If we talk about the master of the Indus Palace far away in the sky, who is the character that Jiangdong Xuanyuan fears the most?
It belongs to Beiliang!

Tu Xu Xiao, a man who has been riding a horse in the rivers and lakes.

Unexpectedly, the young man in white was actually the son of Beiliang, and he seemed to be the number one person in the world.

The cooperative relationship between Beiliang and Tianxia No. [-] Building is no longer a secret to Tianxia.

Prince of Beiliang, flying dragons are flying in the sky, burning Xiangfan, who in the world today doesn't know?

Murong Tonghuang took a deep breath, he knew that he had made the right bet.

From today on, the two of them, siblings, can finally live a better life than a dog...

(End of this chapter)