Fu Canglu

Chapter 620
Time froze at this moment.

The voice in the wooden house paused slightly, as if waiting for Yi Xiao to make a final choice.

He has not spoken.

His Highness put his hands on the ground, squinting his eyes, watching the two figures drift away, turning into tiny black spots on the snow field.

Until the wind and snow blew, the feathers flew like goose feathers, and finally covered the eyelids, covering both of them.

Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He laughed in a low voice, like sarcasm, more like self-deprecating.

There seemed to be some surprise in the cabin.

In an infinite loop, this never happens.

The voice hesitated and then spoke: "You desire"

"roll"

Yi Xiao, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head. He looked at the wooden house, his voice was heavy and powerful, like thunder flashing by in the dark night.

There was a dead silence in the cabin.

The voice was no longer silent this time, but after a brief stunned moment, it was obviously filled with anger.

"What did you say?"

Yi Xiao stood up, and he patted the wind and snow on the lotus clothes.

He looked towards the dark wooden house.

"I find it funny sometimes."

Standing on the snowfield, Yi Xiao said softly: "No matter what I want to do, someone will always jump out, stand in front of me, and tell me that I can't do this and that can't be done. , I think highly of myself, I’m really curious, who established these rules?”

"What are they, and what are you?"

Yi Xiao looked at the wooden house.

"This is my soul sea. Where did so many pheasants come from, jumping up and down, and adding drama to myself?"

In the lake of his heart, there seemed to be a ray of light flashing across the golden chains stretching horizontally.

It's Jianguang.

The chain shattered with a click and burned blazingly.

If I only cultivate a sword, why do I need other mental methods?
If I want a sword, why do I need Karma?
Everything is a sword.

Everything in the world can be cut with just one sword.

Everything in the world, holding it is a sword.

On the snowfield, Yi Xiao lightly raised a hand.

The sky and the earth are dark, and there is a ray of light descending from the sky in the eternal night.

In an instant, black and white were turned upside down, the long night turned into day, and the dazzling and blinding snowfield was covered with silver light, and a ray of darkness rumbled down.

At the end of the long dark line, the lotus clothes are hunting.

In the great darkness, someone held a sword.

"Click"

"Click"

The Great Bright Stele was trembling slightly.

The light and dancing light danced irregularly.

Qingli leaned against the coffin and slept with her eyes closed, a drop of water condensed on her cheek, the causal sword energy of the big dark coffin didn't seem to have any intention of hurting herself, she tried to move closer slowly , and finally leaned against the coffin.

This coffin gave me a sense of peace of mind.

Leaning here, it is easy to fall asleep, and in the dream, it seems to be aware of the passage of time.

Qingli opened her eyes in a little bewilderment, a small opening was opened on the big bright stele, and the light that spilled out just fell on her eyes.

She lowered her head slightly, looking a little surprised.

It has been more than half a year since I waited here.

Tianmen has a big bright stele, and it is no longer dark.

All the darkness, like the tide returning to its cage, was slowly sucked by this coffin, and finally disappeared, leaving only a three-foot range.

And the light from the Great Bright Stele shone through a range of three feet at this moment.

The coffin was also trembling slightly.

It is consistent with the tremor frequency of the Great Bright Stele.

Qingli's expression froze, thinking what happened?
Many thoughts flashed through her mind, thinking of the best ending, her expression became visibly cheerful, with a hint of a smile on her face.

going out?

At this moment, the summoning order in the arms of the little Yaozu girl also trembled slightly.

She lowered her head, took out the token left by the Lord of the Mountain, read her mind for a moment, raised her eyebrows, then turned pale, looked anxiously at the coffin, and wanted to stand up and leave Tianmen shook his head again and sat down.

The summons from Holy Island said a very important thing.

She wanted to leave Tianmen and go outside to help.

But even if she went out, she couldn't help.

Qingli gritted her teeth, looked at the coffin in front of her, and clenched her tender fists.

When will the people in the coffin wake up?
Can you make it?

Can you catch up?

The tranquility of the Central Plains seemed to be able to be maintained for a short time after the Yaozu retreated.

The 20 years of Spring and Autumn are about to pass smoothly, and this peace, which is extremely quiet, is more like an illusion.

The wind and rain are about to come, and the dead silence ends here.

Until that invitation is sent out.

Sent to Lanling City.

Sent to the palace in Luoyang.

It was sent to Misty Slope in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

It was sent to Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea.

And the Wulaohui on Holy Island.

It was even more vigorous than the invitation from the South China Sea Holy Assembly.

Because this is a wedding post.

And this wedding post came from Fengxue Yincheng, one of the three holy places in the world.

The content is as follows:

"A good day has been booked, and the auspicious day is waiting for a visit."

"Wind Snow Silver City, Chen Shan is in pairs."

"Giving a red bag is the birth of love, and the seal of the peony will determine the auspiciousness."

"Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart."

"Round the city for ten years, and finally break the wall."

"It's shameful to read thousands of volumes to know the love of children, and fortunately to lead a spirit shirt to become a pair of mandarin ducks."

"Qingqing Zijin, burning neon clothes."

"Choose the bird screen, make love to the matchmaker."

"Never forget, meeting this beloved man."

"Heart to heart, live up to the time."

In the study room, the night lights are bright.

The tired Xiao Buyi read the last line silently.

"Chen Wanjuan in Fengxue Yincheng in the 20th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, on December [-]th, hosted a banquet for His Royal Highness Qi Liang with a wedding invitation to celebrate the great joy of the world, and went to the banquet in Yincheng to meet heroes. Above."

He was silent for a long time.

December twelve.

Today is already December [-]th.

He looked around and saw that the inspector of ceremonies in the study bowed very low, not daring to speak.

How ridiculous is this invitation?
Giving a red bag is a way of giving birth to affection, and the seal of the peony will determine the auspiciousness?

childhood sweetheart two little guesses
Word by word, it looks like two lovers who are lingering in love have finally achieved a positive result, which makes people envious and can't help but bless.

But from Xiao Buyi's point of view, every word is punishing, with vicious intentions.

According to the news report from Tianque, Miss Wei seemed to have disappeared on the snowfield half a year ago, no matter how hard she tried to find her, she couldn't be found.

Chen Wanjuan. The Snowy Silver City of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

What absurdity!

Xiao Buyi took a deep breath, held onto the desk, the veins bulging on his fingertips slowly subsided.

After silently reciting the anger several times, the Second Highness suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a heavy voice, "When did this invitation come?"

"Go back to Your Highness."

When he opened his mouth, the old eunuch hesitated again and again, and finally chose the title of "His Royal Highness", and said softly: "Sometimes, I will send it with the memorial. It is true that His Highness is too busy, so I have no time to see it, so I have already missed it."

Xiao Buyi has not left the study for ten days.

He laughed back in anger, and asked solemnly: "How dare you hide it from me, whose idea is this?"

The inspector of ceremonies did not speak.

Everyone in the world knows it, but you don't know it? !

Xiao Buyi was very good-natured, and it was difficult to maintain a calm face at this moment, he glanced at the old eunuch indifferently, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, and said seemingly indifferently: "After staying in the study for so long, it's time to rest."

The old eunuch trembled all over and dared not speak again.

His Highness got up and put on a thick robe. He rubbed his astringent eyebrows and said in a dull tone, "Prepare Qingluan for me, I want to leave immediately."

Suddenly, a graceful female voice sounded.

"That's what I mean."

Someone pushed open the door.

Tang Xiaoman looked at Xiao Buyi, whose face was quite pale. With her stomach upright, supported by an old man, she just stood at the door, looking at her husband.

Between each other, not a word.

Xiao Buyi was silent.

"That's what I meant too."

The old man's voice came, and this was the reason why Xiao Buyi was truly silent.

Xiao Wang's spirit was much older, he supported the eldest miss of the Tang family who was several months pregnant, his voice was calm, but there was no doubt about it.

"This seat. Since you sat down."

Xiao Wang looked at Xiao Buyi, and said word by word: "Then...you are not allowed to stand up. Other things, others will do it for you. Even if the sky falls, countless people will go forward and carry it down for you. What you have to do is to do your own thing well, which no one else can replace, make good use of the unique power in your hands, so that everyone in this territory can live freely."

Xiao Buyi gritted his teeth slightly.

He looked at his father and held up the invitation card, the anger on his expression was beyond words.

"I know what you're going to say."

Xiao Wang lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "Now, I am still the emperor of Qi Liang, these are all my ideas."

"Su Fu and Song Zhiqing have already gone."

"They carry my will, which is also Qi Liang's will."

After the old man's spirit recovered, the tip of his brows slightly raised, and his suppressed tone made people bow down involuntarily.

It cannot be questioned, nor can it be denied.

"No one can force Miss Wei to do something she doesn't like."

"Northern Wei Dynasty is not allowed, nor is Fengxue Yincheng."

"The million-dollar army raised by Lao Tzu failed to keep his wife 20 years ago, and failed to keep his two sons 20 years later."

The old man laughed at himself and said, "Can you let your daughter-in-law be bullied outside?"

Xiao Wang glanced lightly at the supervisor of ceremonies, who almost bent his waist to the ground.

Emotionally.

He heard the old man whispering to Xiao Buyi in a flat tone: "The one who is really old and needs to rest is me."

"In these years, it has been very peaceful. The so-called Qijiang Treaty, the so-called North-South Peace and Northern Wei need it, but Qi Liang doesn't need it."

Xiao Buyi's pupils narrowed slightly.

A light and neat parabola slid across, and on his desk, there was an extra purple and gold tiger talisman long order.

Jiangnan Road, Xuling Road, Donglai Road, Xining Road, According to North Road, Yangzhou Road, Huaiyang Road, North Gusu Road
Nineteen Dao Realms!
Nineteen Great Feudal Kings!

110 Thirty-seven thousand and eight hundred divisions!

Brilliant divine power, the world can be measured.

The old man said softly: "Kill them completely, knock them down. This is the real peace."

(End of this chapter)