That face is so familiar that I think about it day and night.
Right in front of her, there was only an iron window separating the two.
That warm smile so close at hand made Xuanyuan Qingfeng seem to have been saved from life at this moment.
She burst into tears and laughed unconsciously.
"Silly girl."
Wu Changqing looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng like this. Even though he had never thought about having anything to do with Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he couldn't help but feel a slight sting in his heart at this moment.
He raised his hand high, and then slapped the mountain at his feet.
There was a huge earthquake on the top of the mountain!
Rumble!
The entire Xuanyuan family was shaking like an earth dragon turning over.
The dark room where Xuanyuan Qingfeng was imprisoned was bounded by an iron window, and a door that was more than ten feet high opened downwards, leading to the outside world.
Looking at the young man in white standing quietly in front of him with a gentle smile.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng finally could no longer control her lost and found heart.
He threw himself into Wu Changqing's arms.
Unable to endure the grievance in my heart any longer, I cried wildly.
Wu Changqing sighed softly, and slowly stroked the girl's back with his palms, also soothing the scars in her heart.
"wrong."
"You! Are you really evergreen?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng cried and laughed for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
Suddenly struggling out of Wu Changqing's arms, he looked at the older boy in front of him worriedly.
The young man in her arms did not have the same fragrant body fragrance as before.
There was no body temperature at all.
It's like... a dead person.
"Silly girl, this is called the soul state."
"You don't understand even if I tell you."
Wu Changqing rubbed the woman's hair with his hands and explained.
"Then...then you won't leave again?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng felt the real touch coming from her head, and then she believed it a little.
"Who is your young master? Lu Dongxuan can pass through the Heavenly Gate without entering."
"Am I not going to be able to do it?"
Wu Changqing looked slightly arrogant and raised his head.
"Just blow it."
The woman in purple finally broke her tears and smiled, and her smile was still so beautiful.
"Want to go see it?"
Wu Changqing came down seriously and asked softly.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng took Wu Changqing's hand and nodded heavily.
Seeing this, Wu Changqing said nothing more.
He pulled the girl and flew directly into the air.
"Sir, wait a minute, old slave."
Lao Huang was still injured and couldn't even fly his sword. He watched the pair who looked like a couple of gods flying away far away.
He could only trot all the way down the mountain and then climb up again.
Rush to the big snow plain.
When Wu Changqing brought Xuanyuan Qingfeng to Daxueping.
The snowy plain was already in a mess.
The scene was a large snow flat covered with snow, full of pits and silt.
Among the white snow, there are red flowers.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned his back to Wu Changqing and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, with his hands behind his back, standing upright in the heavy snow, with blood dripping from his mouth.
Most of the gray robe has been dyed red.
On the other hand, Xuanyuan Dapan, this old guy who devoted his whole life to using his strength to prove the Tao, has been practicing all his life, and has become stronger and stronger with age.
Especially in recent years.
The strength is too tyrannical.
It was Xuanyuan Jingcheng who read and reached the realm of half-step immortality.
But facing Xuanyuan Dapan of Wu Ren Da Tian Xiang, it was still more than a little bit behind.
Xuanyuan Dapan looked calmly at this great-grandson whose aura was on the verge of collapse at this moment.
There was a merciless look of sarcasm on his face.
Even with the arrival of Wu Changqing.
This arrogant old man did not show any abnormality.
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng, I'm asking you now."
"If you are given another chance and you choose to practice martial arts with me, you may become a half-step land god in the future."
"Or should I continue to read your sages' books and end up with the end of being unable to achieve a high level or a low level?"
Xuanyuan Dapan asked with a big smile.
"Who said that scholars like us don't have courage?"
"Dare to make the world sink into the sea!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng spoke with sonorous force.
"It's so overestimating!"
Xuanyuan Dapan smiled angrily and strode forward.
Every time this old man, who was equally tall and tall, took a step forward, his aura would become stronger.
"I think so."
"A worm shakes a tree, so it should be respected and not overestimate one's own abilities."
Even though Xuanyuan Jingcheng was injured, his momentum was still not inferior to that of Xuanyuan Dapan.
He also strode forward.
The two of them were only about ten feet apart, more than a hundred meters apart.
Moreover, the two of them would only go faster and faster. In the end, the two of them collided with each other at a speed that ordinary people could not catch up with even running at full strength.
Centered on two people.
Throughout the large snow plain, the earth stirred up waves, and earth and rocks flew, like dragons churning under the ground.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at his father like this.
Hiding his face and crying, he burst into tears.
Although she had already learned the truth from Wu Changqing.
But she really thought when she saw that her father, whom she had always looked down on, could compete with the backbone of the Xuanyuan family.
I still couldn't help but feel waves in my heart.
Regret spread throughout my heart.
A pair of warm hands gently caressed the girl's back.
This made the girl barely feel better.
"Can my father defeat my ancestor?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes kept staring at the two people fighting in the field.
He asked aloud at the same time.
"If there are more Confucian saints in the world, maybe it can be done."
Wu Changqing frowned slightly.
When he said this, he couldn't help but think of the old monster hiding in Shangyin Academy.
If Wang Xianzhi is said to be invincible for a period of time, he will become stronger as he gets older, so he will be given the title of "old monster".
The old monster hiding in Shangyin Academy is truly an old monster famous for his long lifespan.
The first generation saint of the Zhang family who lived for eight hundred years.
Zhang Fuyao.
If you are a warrior in the world, a person from the three religions who practices Taoism is just like a scholar from a humble family who obtains fame.
Millions of people cross the single-plank bridge, and only one or two people can occupy the second place in the end.
Nothing more.
They are all a carrot and a pit.
When the old radish leaves the pit, a new radish will occupy the magpie's nest.
This is the land god in the world.
Whenever a land god either ascends or falls.
Only then will new land gods be born.
This is closely related to the fate of the world.
As for Confucian and Taoist saints, there have been many saints among the saints of the three religions since eight hundred years.
The reason lies in the first-generation saint Zhang Fuyao.
This old monster, who has lived for eight hundred years, alone accounts for 80% of Confucian luck.
As a result, among the scholars who appeared after him, there were only a handful of people who were expected to become Confucian sages through Confucianism and Taoism.
And even if by chance, one breaks through to the realm of Confucian sage, he will end up dead.
If that old thing is willing to release more Confucian luck.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who is half a Confucian sage today, has completely entered the realm of Confucian sage. It is not easy to kill Xuanyuan.
Everything is fate.
The original plot was like this. Even if he changed it intentionally, the result would still be death.
"fine."
"I am here."
Wu Changqing softly comforted Xuanyuan Qingfeng beside him.
Just at this time.
The battle in the field has entered the final stage.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hands were like iron pliers, tightly clasping Xuanyuan Dapan's arms.
Make it impossible for the other party to break free.
Xuanyuan Dapan smiled ferociously and stepped on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's chest.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's chest was already bloody and bloody, and blood had begun to flow from all the seven orifices.
But he wouldn't let go.
"Xuanyuan Dapan! Xuanyuan Jingcheng invites you to ascend to heaven!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng shouted loudly again.
This sound sounded like awakening, but also like last words.
Over the snowy plain, the sky suddenly sank, the white clouds instantly turned black, and the black clouds pressed overhead.
The thunder is moving!
