Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 328

"Senior of the Wu family?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was low.

Wu Meiniang nodded, and took out the second letter: "Fourth Uncle, Qing'er's grandfather"

Zhao Wujiang squinted his eyes and half fell on the ground. Qing'er, who had a medicine bottle in his left hand and a small bronze mirror in his right, quickly looked away.

Qing'er seemed to have sensed it, turned around in doubt, her more delicate and beautiful face pouted, and she didn't notice the slight calmness of the atmosphere: "You peeked at me again!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled back, and opened the second letter stiffly.

There were only two words in scribbled words on the letter, which pierced through the back of the paper and was full of sword spirit.

"Seven days!"

……

Bailu, Youshi.

Lingnan Road, Wuzhou, Cangwu Mountain.

In just one day, Cangwu Mountain has a radius of more than ten miles, and it continues to collapse and sink more and more. Originally, there were mountains protruding from the top, but now, as far as the eye can see, there is only a deep area, which has a radius of ten miles, and has become a tiankeng. .

The night slowly fell, and there was a palpitating atmosphere in the darkness.

Lingnan Road observes Shi Wuli Xin standing on the edge of the tiankeng, with worry in his old eyes:

"Xianqing is a sign of a prosperous age, why did this happen?"

"Go back, what are the officials doing for fun?" Lin Tiannan squatted beside the tiankeng, his eyes were full of engulfing darkness, even though he squatted down with his unusually strong body, his head was in line with Shi's aging and thin body beside him. flat.

Wu Li's eyes were worried:
"Are you not worried about your leader at all?"

Li Chunjun went down to investigate for two hours and has not returned yet.

Lin Tiannan sat casually by the pit, his feet swinging freely in the darkness of the pit, and touched the slightly hardened stubble on his bald head:
"There's nothing to worry about. If he dies, none of us will live."

Soon, Wu Lixin saw some sporadic faint light spots flickering in the pit, from far to near.

When they approached, there were several flying swords, the blades of which reflected the only remaining dark blue sky light. Li Chunjun stepped on the flying swords and returned to the top.

"Leader Li, how are you?" Wu Lixin hurriedly asked when Li Chunjun came back.

Li Chunjun shook his head slowly:
"Now that the tomb door is buried, there is no sign of it opening, but there are more and more miasma and swamp gas in the pit, which cannot be detected by ordinary soldiers and horses.

You take your people, go back. "

"Leader Li, it's about Lingnan." Observer Shi Wu Li Xin looked anxious, he couldn't find out what happened, he couldn't feel at ease.

Li Chunjun waved his hand and directly interrupted Wu Lixin's words:

"Go back! Take the people and move another ten miles!"

The wrinkles on Wu Lixin's cheeks were trembling, he opened his mouth, he sighed after a long time, and bowed his hands:
"Master, take care."

Li Chunjun didn't answer, just stared at the deep pit blankly, the armor collided behind him, and the sound of gold and iron gradually faded away.

After a long time, only Li Chunjun and Lin Tiannan stopped by the pit, Li Chunjun let out a breath slowly:

"What did Chen Ling say?"

He could feel the aura of warlock Chen Ling coming here, presumably that old guy came to fiddle with the horoscope to predict the secret of heaven again.

"He's nagging, what else can he say? He's dead."

Lin Tiannan snorted, and took out a pack of greased paper from his bosom, inside was meat and vegetables that were still warm, he buried his head in eating, when the wind picked up in the pit, mixed with the breath of heart palpitations, his eyes flickered, he shook his head viciously, Angrily, he threw the food in his hand into the pit, and roared:
"Lin Bei, I'll fuck your mother!"

"The people who entered the tomb are all dead, or..." The south wind blew Li Chunjun's white hair from his temples.

Lin Tiannan patted his bald head and sneered:
"Is there a difference, old man Li? We are all dead, who else can stop him?"

"Perhaps... there are still master hermits in the world." Li Chunjun murmured softly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha. Are you okay, old man Li?" Lin Tiannan laughed loudly:

"Aren't you a master hermit?
You are already at the ninth rank, is there anyone stronger than you?
You claim to be invincible, what's going on? "

Li Chunjun was silent. After a few breaths, his tone was low:
"I was down there and really felt the power."

"There are many people and strength is great, two fists are no match for four hands, evil can never overwhelm righteousness!" Lin Tiannan said harshly.

"He is God."

"False God!" Lin Tiannan glared at Li Chunjun, stood up while supporting himself on the edge of the sinkhole, he pushed Li Chunjun, and grabbed Li Chunjun's collar:
"What the hell is going on with you?

You are the Sword God, Lingnan Sword God Li Chunjun, you are a fucking swordsman!Don't you often brag to me about how strong the sword cultivator's mind is?

what?
You are afraid of grandma's legs! "

"Tiannan." Li Chunjun, with gray temples, murmured softly.

"roll!"

Lin Tiannan roared and pushed him away.

The lights are on.

Changan.

Today is Bailu, the twelfth day of the eighth month, and two days later, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Nuoda's Chang'an City also began to hang up lanterns, which were bright and radiant.

The family came out to enjoy the lanterns and store things.

The two sisters Wang Yanning and Wang Xi joined hands, smiling sweetly, and stopped in front of the makeup shop.

Xiao Miaomiao was unhappy, she leaned her head on Zhao Wujiang's body, and her little hands tightly wrapped around Zhao Wujiang's neck, not letting go for a moment.

She has a keen sense, and she didn't say a word along the way, and she didn't even look at her favorite snack shop.

"Master, please don't go." She pouted her lips, begging slightly in her voice.

Zhao Wujiang comforted: "Master will be back soon."

"You lied." Xiao Miaomiao stared at Zhao Wujiang's eyes with big eyes full of steam.

"Master won't lie to Xiao Miaomiao, no." Zhao Wujiang prolonged his voice with loving eyes, Xiao Miaomiao kept staring at him, he pursed his lips, and added:
"real."

"Hey, they are buying lanterns, let's go and pick two together." He pointed to the two sisters who were dazzling under the lanterns in front of him:
"Miaomiao can hang it anywhere she wants, even in her own room."

Miaomiao responded sullenly, her eyes lowered.

On August [-]th, night, the full moon hangs high.

The top of Kunlun Mountain was covered with flying snow. In the wind and snow, Zhao Wujiang's figure was condensed. He tapped his toes lightly, followed the Kunlun mirror, and stepped into the territory of Kunlun.

The territory of Kunlun was covered with white snow. When he stepped on the snow, he didn't know whether he was standing on the ground or above the sky. The sky and the earth had no direction.

"senior."

Zhao Wujiang yelled while his eyes were pale, his roar shook the heavens and the earth, and it contained the power of a vast divine rank.

According to the agreement, he came to call the patriarch of the Kunlun Survivor Clan.

The stronger the wind and snow, the more it covered his body. He ignored it and waited quietly.

After a cup of tea, the wind and snow disappeared, and an ancient tree stretching across the sky and earth appeared in front of his eyes.

The Kunlun Sacred Tree dropped its leaves that covered the sky and the sun, and a green light flashed by. The patriarch of the Kunlun Survivor Clan walked barefoot on the snow.

When the figures of the two appeared on the top of Kunlun East Nine Mountains, all the clansmen had gathered here.

They resolutely lifted their clan robes, scooped out a drop of blood from their hearts, and sprinkled it on the Kunlun mirror.

The top of the mountain vibrated, and the mirror surface under his feet "cracked" and cracked. The cracks became more and more dense, exposing the snow-packed snow under his feet.

(End of this chapter)