Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 126 Nangong’s mess
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This time, the number of invitations sent out for the Hanyu Palace Centenary Ceremony was still the same as before, but the number of people congratulating it was three times as many as before.

The attitude is also more polite than before. It is not because the sect has released rumors before that this time it will pulse the sect's spirit to the fourth level and the fourth level spiritual vein in one fell swoop. The residences of other famous sects on the Cangqiong Continent are just like this. It is the foundation for the development of a sect. If Hanyu Palace is given a few hundred more years, it might not be able to become famous.

Regarding early emotional investment, these elderly people who have lived for hundreds of years are better able to grasp the accurate pulse of time.

Tianjian Sect is the leader of the Zhengdao sect. The fact that its master can come in person this time really gives Hanyu Palace a lot of face. The master of Tianjian Sect has eight sons and one daughter, except for the seven daughters who are already married. , and the second son who stayed behind in the sect. The eldest son unfortunately died while going out for training. The fourth, fifth, and sixth sons were mortals without spiritual roots. They never appeared in public. It is said that these three are the shame of Chi Guoguo. With his single golden spiritual root that is rare in ten thousand years, plus his sword-forming body that is rare in millions of years, he is one step away from Nascent Soul in the late stage of Golden Core. The most unbearable thing for a master who stomps his feet and shakes the whole continent is that his descendants fail to live up to expectations. There are seven consecutive births in front of him, but there is no successor he is satisfied with. The seventh one is still a girl. Until the eighth His talent was what he wanted. Although he did not inherit his purely metallic spiritual roots, he still had a single earthly spiritual root that was indistinguishable, which was enough to comfort him.

As for Jiuzi...

well!He could only let out a long sigh. I am afraid that the one I am most sorry for is him. I am sorry for him, and even more sorry for his mother. If he hadn't been there back then... this mother and son would have had another fate! ! !

When he came to Hanyu Palace this time, firstly, he wanted to see personally the fourth-grade spiritual veins that Hanyu Palace boasted, and secondly, he took the opportunity to meet Ji Laogui from Yiling Sect to finalize the marriage of his children.

Although the girl from the Ji family is less qualified, Old Ghost Ji only has one son and one daughter. She dotes on her very much and will also rely on Xiaoba in the future. He has stayed in the late Jindan stage for long enough, and it is time for him to do it. In preparation for the attack on the Nascent Soul, Xiaoba was still young and had not experienced much. If Old Ghost Ji could watch over him, he would be able to pass the test with confidence.

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Nangong Zangfeng is in charge of the reception, and showing his face like this is the best way to accumulate network capital when he leaves Hanyu Palace in the future.

Tianjianmen is the object of his flattery. If Tianjianmen is compared to Kunpeng, Hanyu Palace is just a small sparrow...

Xuan Ba ​​should stop thinking about it. Xuan San is very easy to get close to. Although he is a little ashamed to be with him, he is the only time traveler among thousands of otakus. Psychologically The construction is so tough that even the first and second shifts can’t hit it.

In fact, from the names of the Xuan family members and the same "eight sons and one daughter", the youngest one is also a son, many people have been connected to Xuan Jiu's life experience.

In particular, someone recently broke the news that the woman who once chased to Hanyu Palace looked very similar to Xuan San's current wife, a white gauze masked woman named Zhuo Lian.

Cultivators have the ability of photographic memory that makes countless students on earth look down upon them. Although they may look similar in appearance, it is almost certain that the trigrams that were once used on Xuan Jiu secretly set off a craze. Unfortunately, at this time, Xuan Jiu His whereabouts are unknown, otherwise it would be so satisfying to be able to find the person involved to argue the matter face to face!
The attention that developed from Zhuo Lian to Xuan San became more and more intense, and many gossip versions continued to be updated.

After all, Xuan Jiu is from the same school and is relatively close psychologically. At the beginning, all comments were biased towards Xuan Jiu. At this time, Xuan San and Zhuo Lian played the role of "Qingmei" and "Qingmei" who were childhood sweethearts whose love was snatched away by a sword. The role of "evil".

As Xuan San's image of a good young master becomes more and more popular, Zhuo Lian gradually develops into the image of a heartbroken girl.

After that, Nangong Zangfeng casually said, "You can emerge from the mud without staining, and you can wash away the pure water without being evil", which has become a guiding light for many gossips. They pity Zhuo Lian, who has a miserable life experience, both talent and beauty, but only regrets that she is mortal. The woman felt great sympathy and recognition.

Xuan Jiucheng is an incomprehensible and cold person like elm wood, and Zhuo Lian falls in love with her. Later, she is moved by Xuan San's deep affection. She regrets it and looks back resolutely. The man is waiting in the dim light, and they compose a harmonious music together. , eventually became a story of a loving couple, a model of a loving couple among cultivators, the music of the piano and the flute made them an enviable couple of gods and immortals...

At this time, it was still a cold moonlit night, and there were still Nangong Zangfeng and Xuan San by the lotus pond.

But there were two grown men reciting poems and drinking wine, and the masked woman was playing the harp to the moon. Her soft eyes were like ripples of blue waves under the moonlight, spreading out layer by layer, as if there was a dog's tail grass scratching back and forth on her heart. It's so itchy that I can't help myself.

Nangong Zangfeng was already drunk, and Xuan San was even more drunk than him. He was mumbling nonsense that he couldn't understand. He couldn't finish a sentence and fell to the side, letting the wine in the pot flow down his mouth. The fragrant amber wine dripped onto the ground, slowly sublimating, and the intoxicating aroma of wine lingered in the surrounding air.

The wine glass in his hand had been put into his mouth for some time. Nangong Zangfeng felt that no amount of wine could go away the dry itching in his throat.The sound of the piano stopped at some point. In his drunken eyes, he looked at the slim beauty whose jade feet touched the rhythm of his heartbeat slowly walking towards him. A shy blush loomed through the thin white gauze, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat. !

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In the dream, he smelled the lotus fragrance that haunted him again, and his hands felt familiar and yet unfamiliar softness. A contented sigh overflowed from his mouth, and the person in his arms, whose face he couldn't see clearly, half pushed and half refused. The sweet voice that was so soft that it could squeeze water made him sink even more into this pink dream...

When he woke up early in the morning, his hangover gave him a headache. He frowned and opened his eyes, and suddenly he saw lying next to him...

"You...you...you..." "You" didn't come out for a long time.

Nangong Zangfeng immediately recalled the dream that left him with endless memories yesterday, his heart sank, and he suddenly opened the silk quilt covering the two of them, and the dazzling bloody plum blossoms stung his eyes.

"Brother Zangfeng..." Mo Ranjin blushed with embarrassment, lowered his head and pulled the silk quilt tightly around him, missing the flash of annoyance in the eyes of the man next to him.

"Last night, I was drunk..." He tentatively guided Mo Ranjin to tell what happened next.

He really only remembered that he was drunk, and the charming figure that he remembered most deeply before he was drunk.

"Brother Zangfeng really drank a lot of wine yesterday. There were wine bottles staggering all over the floor. I was shocked when I saw him!" Mo Ranjin's voice was full of joy. "Fortunately, I went to find Brother Zangfeng, otherwise Mrs. Xuan, a weak woman, wouldn't be able to move you and Senior Brother Xuan..."

Nangong Zang raised his eyebrows, "If we can't move, how did Brother Xuan get back?"

Mo Ranjin was definitely stupid. How could a man and a woman ask such irrelevant questions the next day? But this silly girl didn't notice anything was wrong!
"Of course I helped him back." Silly Nizi knew how to carefully look at the man's face at this time. Seeing that he was not worried, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little disappointed at the same time, "I asked Mrs. Xuan to take care of you. I sent Xuan to you first. Senior brother, please go back and come back to pick you up." Mo Ranjin thought of how tightly she was holding her brother Zangfeng when she was helping him, and took the opportunity to get stuck. Her face turned red like a monkey's butt, and she glared at him coquettishly, feeling in her heart He thought sweetly, maybe brother Zangfeng was just pretending to be stupid and didn't drink too much at all. How could a really drunk person, how could he...

He said so many embarrassing words to coax her...to coax her and him...

Uh-huh-huh (please read the second, fourth, and third tones of the tone here)!Bad guy, so shameful!

Nangong Zangfeng was tightened by Mo Ranjin's arm underneath him. Mo Ranjin threw herself into his arms, his warm breath blowing on his chest. The atmosphere had changed from just now.

In his mind, he was digesting what Mo Ranjin had just said. That silk lotus fragrance, that silk lotus fragrance, was really...

After Mingyue's death, he hadn't touched a woman for a long time. Once this kind of thing started, he could no longer suppress it. What's more, the woman in his arms was beautiful, soft, and she loved him wholeheartedly.

If you don’t want to endure it, you don’t need to endure it anymore!

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Ji Huanyan quickly rushed to Mo Ranjin and slapped her hard. With her level of cultivation, and with hatred, she only knocked half of Mo Ranjin's body away, and her left cheek immediately became swollen. Get up, it's unsightly.

(End of this chapter)