Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 232 [Pressing the road, pressing the lawn, what experience? 】

"Is it going to rain?"

Along the way, His Royal Highness Shizi has been silent, and finally spoke, the matter of concern is surprising.

He raised his head and glanced at the clouds in the sky. It was getting late and the wind and rain were about to come.

Then, he looked at Xuanyuan who had fallen to the ground, his face was dark, he was spitting blood, he was unconscious, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Just one glance, and no longer pay attention.

Among the men in black, a petite man fought so far, the sword in his hand pierced Xuanyuan Jingyi's heart, making up for him.

Even if there was still a glimmer of life just now, it is determined that there is no possibility of surviving at this moment.

The surrounding situation gradually stabilized, and the sound of weapons handing over gradually faded away.

Most of Huishan's confidantes have been purged.

On the road up the mountain, corpses and heads rolled all over the field.

At this moment, Huishan is not here, but murderous everywhere.

Bloodbath, of course, will not spare any corner, anyone.

Not long after, the downpour came suddenly.

Above the stairs, the blood was thick and continuous, flowing down.

The smell of blood wafted through the tip of his nose, making his stomach sick and disgusting.

Xu Qianqiu looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who dared to come here but was already standing there, with a slight smile, and said:

"Xuanyuan girl, borrow an umbrella, don't you feel embarrassed?"

After many years, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was no longer angry after being molested again.

Neither serious nor serious, he ordered the stewards around him, and said, "Go get the umbrella."

During this trip, Xu Qianqiu did not bring too many people, and rushed to Daxueping.

Xuanyuan Jingyi is dead, but his two confidants, Hong Piao and Huang Fangfo, are the two great guests of Huishan.

But the person on the first floor in the world is also rushing to Daxueping at this moment.

Xuanyuan's respect means that he died at the hands of his confidant, Huang Fangfo.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked last, dazed, distracted, his thoughts erratic.

Some pictures and scenes I thought I had forgotten long ago, but at this moment, in the pouring rain, they kept popping into my mind for no reason, vividly in my mind.

My own father is used to laughing at himself. If he doesn't study for a day, his three meals are tasteless.

Before, that man taught her how to read by himself.

Said, as long as you open the book, it will be beneficial.

But don't ask for a deep understanding.

Hand in hand, teach her how to write, how to compose.

It is said that at the beginning of the opening of the book, it is a good idea to use strange sentences to catch people's eyes, so that they are surprised when they see it, and it doesn't matter if it is anticlimactic.

When he was young, he let himself ride on his neck and said with a smile that a dog is not good by barking, and a man is not good by good words.

To be a good person, you might as well learn from a dog first.

A lot of words, a lot of things, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was still young at that time, he couldn't understand anything, and couldn't see clearly.

At an understandable age, only prejudice and contempt are left for him because of the nitty-gritty.

In these years, there is only disdain and ridicule for his poems and articles.

His words, his deeds, all kinds of things in the past, now reading, reading, and chewing again, Xuanyuan Qingfeng burst into tears unknowingly.

On the big snowy flat, the wind and rain were like darkness, with lightning and thunder.

The torrential rain poured down, splashing on the heads of the group of people.

Huishan seems to be exhausted.

Headed by His Royal Highness, a group of people walked quickly to Daxueping.

The closer they got, the more violent the wind and thunder would be, like ten thousand horses galloping, causing eardrums to sting.

The blue bird held up an umbrella to shield Xu Qianqiu from the wind and rain. Despite the heavy rain, wind and thunder, his face remained as usual.

The old man in sheepskin fur, the old sword god Li, guessed, probably felt that the matter had nothing to do with him, so he hung it high, walked along the way, kept quiet and leisurely, walked lazily, and let the heavy rain hit him.

The old sword god has a strong internal force, it is not difficult to keep the wind and rain away from him.

It's just that, to the sloppy old man, this kind of superior demeanor is nothing but gaudy and thankless effort.

It's so troublesome, this thirteen, don't pretend to be worth mentioning.

The wind and rain got bigger and bigger, unscrupulous, and the god roared.

Only this one umbrella can't completely block the wind and rain.

The hem of Xu Qianqiu's Jinxiu robe should have been soaked already, and a few small fish could be raised in his boots.

This is the case with the old sword god.

This old guy, if there is a puddle on the ground, he is like a child, he stepped on it vigorously, splashing mud and water on others, and then laughed.

With such a childlike innocence, it is hard to imagine that he is actually a generation of sword gods.

Contrary to expectations, His Royal Highness was not soaked by a single drop of rain.

With the power of heaven, avoid the rain and follow the trend.

He raised his hand, reached into the rain curtain, and pushed the umbrella towards the blue bird.

But within a few steps, the blue bird quietly moved back, but exposed most of its body in the rainstorm.

Such a silly girl, Xu Qianqiu couldn't laugh or cry, but she simply took the umbrella, hugged the slender shoulders of Qingniao, and held the umbrella together.

Along the way, Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't hide his distraught, crumbling.

As far as martial arts talent is concerned, her aptitude is nothing but ordinary.

Her internal energy is limited, she is in a bad mood, and she is no match for the rain. She let the heavy rain of soybeans slap on her cold and beautiful cheeks.

It's pathetic.

Xu Qianqiu glanced back, not to mention pity.

Speaking of it in detail, he and this girl share a sworn hatred.

It's just that when I was traveling back then, by accident, I saved his life. Seriously, it should be a kindness.

The last time, the two embraced and slept together, but it was an accident.

At that time, he had never heard of his realm, and he suffered backlash and was seriously injured, but he did not forget to save her.

In the cave, it was cold at night, this girl didn't sleep well, she crawled over to hug him to keep warm.

Sleep soundly.

After careful study, he should be the one who suffers.

After waking up, this girl turned her face and refused to recognize anyone, and wanted to chase and kill him.

Between the two of them, it can be regarded as a small beam.

This trip to the rivers and lakes, choosing Huishan was not for public revenge, but because of the waterway of Xuanyuan's family.

Holding the blue bird's wet shoulders tightly, he chuckled lightly and whispered, "Stay here tonight and warm my bed."

The heavy rain was majestic, and the blue bird's cheeks were slightly red, and he hummed in a low voice.

Xu Qianqiu turned her head, stared at her delicate but never tire of looking at her face, and said with a smile:
"With such a heavy rain, what kind of experience would it be if you could turn the clouds and rain in the lawn?"

If it wasn't for the rain curtain, after hearing this, the blue bird's neck would have turned red.

A group of people finally set foot on the land of Daxueping.

Looking up, in the vast land, there is a majestic figure, and the energy is like a tide, turbulently leaking out.

The air mechanism is agitated, and the internal force gathers to form a stellar air cover, like a big umbrella.

The raindrops poured down, always being repelled three feet away, and slid to the ground.

There are no raindrops on my body.

Take it easy, take it easy!
On the other hand, the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, stood in the field like a drowned chicken, covering his mouth and coughing.

In the palm, is full of blood.

"Xuanyuan's grandson, you are a Confucian scholar who strictly abides by the words of the northern sage Zhang, cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, govern one's country, and bring peace to the world.

But let me ask you, what kind of body do you cultivate, and what kind of family do you get?

After living his whole life, he couldn't even protect his wife and daughter.

Others are reincarnated, seeking to be free and unfettered, and to seek eternal life in the way of heaven.

And you, just want to study, in my opinion, you this child, do not vote worth mentioning!
Hahaha……"

On the top of the mountain, the wind howled.

Xuanyuan Patriarch's rampant laughter was extremely ear-piercing.

(End of this chapter)