Invincible little uncle

Chapter 59 62. Enlightenment
"Uncle Huang, you are indeed here."

Xia Yuxue's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, and all the coldness disappeared. She didn't call out to the heavy armored giant, and she strode forward with a jar of fine wine in each of her left and right hands.

On a snowy day, Uncle Xiaohuang was still wearing a bamboo hat and sitting by the lake, but the lake was frozen and he couldn’t fish, so he just sat there. He hadn’t seen him for a long time, but he seemed to have jumped up. A black robe cross-legged looking into the distance.

meditation.

Time stops in the world, and the aging of the building is too fast. At midnight, even if the door is locked, the door becomes more and more dilapidated, as if there is the slightest sign of wind and grass, it will be smashed in. Think about it. Days, just scrap it.

When the time comes, I will have to face those terrifying existences again, right?

It is necessary to find a way while the world is turning into dust.

In addition, he has not forgotten the things that still exist outside the territory of the Great Zhou that do not belong to the category of martial arts at all. During this period, he also tentatively asked the emperor's sister who is the emperor of Hei. Then he found nothing. It seemed that the old spider woman in the oasis like a messy mound, the maid who lured the caravan, and the giant stone island where the black sheep was located were all imagined by himself.

In the palace, Zongdong Pavilion was already open to him, so Xia Guang came back here again, sitting in the middle of the lake.

It's just that there is no longer the nagging little maid to bring him meals.

He started to use his fourth talent "Shenhe", which is said to be a talent that can directly deduce more advanced exercises and comprehend the full level.

Originally, there were not many exercises in Zongdong Pavilion, accounting for about half of them. Xia Guang picked a few books of high quality, and entered a state similar to "retreat".

About a month later, a self-evident thought appeared in his mind: He only needs to retreat for 50 years, and he has a high chance of obtaining the mythical eight-nine mysterious power.

Eighty-nine Xuangong, Taoist Xuanfa, there are infinite changes, and the magic is endless.

In this way, one can directly comprehend the highest level of skills obtained through Shenhe. Although the subsequent deduction will take an unimaginable amount of time, it must be much faster than self-cultivation.

It's just that 50 years is too long, Xia Guang directly dismissed this idea.

With an experimental mentality, he tried a few more times, but he was not satisfied.

Either it takes too long, or the exercises are messy, or even not practiced by humans.

Shenhe cannot be interrupted, and it takes at least half a day for this "special comprehension" every day, otherwise it will fail.

It was another month, and this time, he took the incomplete ancient book "Sandfall Magic" directly as the material of Shenhe, and took some other exercises, but he got a reminder in his mind that he only needed to contribute more. Nine master exercises, one peerless exercise, you can find another way, without the lack of nectar for calming the soul, and a tail of sand, you can directly pass this hard threshold, and get the complete legendary exercise: "Sand Waterfall Divine Art" .

The time is two years.

After a little thought, this is acceptable.

Zongdong Pavilion lacked everything, except for exercises. Xia Guang quickly picked out nine master exercises, and the remaining one was a peerless exercise, which made him a little embarrassed.

He knew that there was a copy of "Eight Desolation Sovereign Art" on the third floor of the blockade, but he still couldn't get in through the normal way. After all, it was the supreme imperial art.

After thinking about it again and again, he decided to try again the only book in Zongdong Pavilion that he didn't learn, which was named "Must-Death Technique" by later generations.

This attempt was unexpectedly successful.

More than a dozen exercises quickly lost their original spirituality and became ordinary words and images. Xia Guang sat in the middle of the lake every day, fishing, or in a daze, but he was actually walking "Shenhe" " progress bar.

Two years have passed now, and he has already comprehended the magic of the sand waterfall, but the level is only the ninth level. If he wants to go up, the self-evident information tells him that it will take a week for the tenth level.

As for the No.90 floor of the other three peerless exercises, it will take six months.

After thinking about it, Xia Guang chose the latter. After all, he really wanted to see what it would look like after the 89th floor.

If his understanding is correct, the ninth floor is the pinnacle of mortals, while the tenth to eighty-ninth floors are a strange accumulation of quantitative changes, and the No.89 floor is the real qualitative change.

Therefore, he chose Zhongzheng Pinghe's "Eight Desolation Sovereign Skills" for comprehension.

So and so, sitting by the lake every day, fishing, looking at the clouds, and going to Wang Jiuying to talk to her in his spare time, but Xia Guang has no way to untie her knot.

Deep hatred, superimposition of belief and family affection is the most incomprehensible, but everything has been cast, and Wang Jiuying does not want the maids assigned to take care of her.

Xia Guang could only try his best to let his later maids know about the painting, and Zhiyun went to take care of her, for example, if the concubines brought any delicious food, they would give half of it, and if there were any rewards, they would also be given to her.

Eat well, use well, wear well, but Wang Jiuying doesn't care about these at all. What she cares about, Xia Guang can never give.

Because she wants the life of the emperor, all the royal family to go to hell, to comfort the spirit of the dead family in heaven, to comfort the failure of the 50-year Bailian plan, and then she commits suicide, this is what she wants.

After chatting a few times, although she didn't say anything, Xia Guang probably understood, so he avoided talking about these things, and just said something like "There is a candied haws seller under the overpass in the capital", "There is a genius in Nancheng restaurant." Little Chef, launched a limited edition dish", and some anecdotes in the capital.

In the past, the little maid was afraid that he would be withdrawn, so she kept talking nonstop, telling him gossip about the palace every day, but now it was his turn.

Xia Guang doesn't like to talk too much, and there are actually only so many stories that can be told over and over again. When he talks, Wang Jiuying listens quietly wrapped in a quilt, and after listening, he says something like "Little prince, take care of yourself, go back early" and so on. if.

This has nothing to do with estrangement, but their respective positions.

The young prince's attitude made the princes and princesses feel that he was inaccessible, and with the addition of many gatherings and poetry meetings, they were even more alienated when he did not attend.

Even the guards who are gradually added in the palace know that the little prince can't play with children of the same age. He always sits alone between the water and clouds, by the lakeside in the spring and autumn, or in the In Zongdong Pavilion, one stays for most of the day, and it never changes for several years.

Just like that Xia Yuxue who is also incompatible with the princes and princesses, she has been out of the capital for more than half a year and never changes.

But now, Xia Yuxue is back, carrying two altars of "Mingyue Invitation" wine, walking across the snow-covered pontoon bridge, and sitting next to Little Huangshu, her long legs wrapped in small boots are folded together, Then he patted Kaifengni with a smile, "The emperor should give you a fief soon. After you have been in the fief for a few years, I'm afraid you will have to choose a beautiful princess to carry on the family."

She said such words, but she didn't seem too happy, so that after she finished speaking, she raised her head and drank heavily, letting the clear and sweet wine flow down the long snow-white neck into the black robe, without paying attention.

(End of this chapter)