Huishan.
The green Guniu Dagang.
Two figures stood against the railing.
One is a young woman with a slender figure, wearing a narrow-sleeved purple shirt and a white rhinoceros belt. Coupled with her heroic and beautiful face, she looks like a wealthy and luxurious child of the lackey of the Eagle.
In fact, almost all the women in the Xuanyuan family were thin and fat, each with their own merits, and she was the best. Putting on women's clothes and dressing up, it may not be impossible to be ranked among the rouges.
The girl's name also matches her outfit - Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
When she was drawing lots when she was young, she picked up a small sapphire sword, hence her name.
The old man next to him, with an ancient sword hanging on his waist, a majestic figure, and exuding a sharp sword aura, is the head of the Xuanyuan family, the Xuanyuan national weapon, and the grandfather of Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
After the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan was defeated again and again, he went into seclusion to practice, and it was Xuanyuan's national weapons that single-handedly held up the main beam.
He was unknown when he was young, but he only rose to fame in the past twenty years. In the first battle down the mountain, he picked the hardest Wu family sword tomb as a sharpening stone, and forced the Wu family king's sword to be unsheathed. Although he was defeated, he was still honored, and he was called a late bloomer.
"Grandpa, there are many people here today."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked down and saw a crowd of people. Most of them were martial arts people with swords, and there were actually many government officials.
"What's so good about this? It's like this every year. It will be lively when our ancestor turns 100, and the whole Jianzhou will congratulate him." Xuanyuan Guoqi, who had frosty hair on his temples, smiled and suddenly changed the topic. : "By the way, let me remind you that Yuan Tingshan, the wolf you cultivated, is very ambitious. Be careful if you fail to raise a dog and he will be bitten by a dog."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body trembled slightly, his head lowered, and his voice was low: "Qingfeng can't find a more suitable candidate. He has good talent and is ruthless and experienced. As long as he can block the ancestor's ten moves, Qingfeng will ...Qingfeng doesn’t have to go to Guniu to surrender.”
Xuanyuan Guoqi shook his head and sighed: "This is all fate."
"Fate..." Shanfeng Xunxun, Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his collar, and suddenly felt a biting chill.
"Qingfeng, the wind is strong on the mountain, please put on some clothes."
A middle-aged Confucian scholar who was similar to Xuanyuan's national weapon came over coughing. He had a Xiaoyao scarf tied in his bun. He held the "Moral Forbidden Thunder Curse" in one hand and a cyan coat in the other hand.
"Grandpa, Qingfeng has to leave first." Xuanyuan Qingfeng's pretty face sank, and she turned to leave, completely ignoring the concerned and painful eyes of her father behind her.
Xuanyuan Guoqi also frowned and said angrily: "Jingcheng, since you are not in good health, please don't wander around."
This sickly scholar was the father of Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the eldest son of Xuanyuan Guoqi, who once had high hopes for Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng's leaving figure and said bitterly: "Life and death are fateful, just accept your fate."
Xuanyuan Guoqi felt sorry for his misfortune and was angry that he did not fight. He scolded: "You must accept your destiny and do not fight for it. Every day besides reading, reading, reading. No wonder Qingfeng doesn't want to recognize you as his father now. After reading for so many years, What did you read again?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked towards the railing, his voice not making any waves: "Read books, read the Spring and Autumn Period to understand righteousness, read Taoism to understand Wuwei, read Buddhist scriptures to understand compassion."
Xuanyuan Guoqi laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, you read your book carefully, watch the other two people sitting on your neck and shit, watch Qingfeng go to serve the ancestors with that woman." After saying this, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves. go.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng is the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family, but he is useless. He only knows how to make noises, nod in agreement, and concentrate on studying.
But in such a martial arts family, with tens of thousands of volumes of reading, how can he compare to someone else's fists that can destroy mountains and shake mountains?
Xuanyuan Jingcheng clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. Although the decision has been made long ago and everyone is stunned, but every time I hear the news, there will always be boundless waves in my calm heart.
With a faint sigh, he was about to continue reading when he suddenly frowned and raised his eyes to the sky, his eyes flashing with a deep and dark color.
But a violent and evil spirit gathered into an overwhelming murderous aura, forming a substantial blood-red sky covering the entire Huishan, seemingly turning the beautiful Huishan into a bloody place of killing.
But in the blink of an eye, this murderous aura dissipated and ceased to exist. It seemed to be just another dazzle after he devoted all his efforts to reading.
…
Climbing up Guniu Dagang, there is a 300-step jade-paved corridor, and an archway is built across the road. It is the Yimen of Xuanyuan, Huishan, with the four words "climb to the top and reach the peak" written on it.
At this time, there were already a lot of people, bustling with people, mostly martial arts people with swords, although it was noisy and lively. But everyone is also very orderly and does not dare to be presumptuous.
This is the Xuanyuan Family, and no matter who comes here, they must behave themselves.
Members of Xuanyuan's direct family have been guarding the door for a long time, welcoming famous people, and there is an endless stream of people singing their praises.
"Qinghe Gang, Gang Leader Wang is here."
"Wujiang got married, and the head of the married family has arrived."
"..."
Yu Liancheng walked towards Yimen. With his handsome and almost demonic appearance, he should have been the focus of countless people, but at this time, he was unremarkable. No matter who saw him, he would not pay attention.
When the direct disciples of Xuanyuan saw Yu Liancheng, their spirits became blurred, and they blurted out: "Guests, please come in, Hero Yu is here."
After Yu Liancheng entered the Yimen, a direct descendant next to him asked: "Third brother, who was that person just now? He looked unfamiliar."
"Ah, I...I don't know either."
There is a large square not far from Yimen, filled with banquets, and life is boiling, as if there is a noisy lake of fire flowing.
On the birthday of ancestor Xuanyuan, a running water banquet will be held for three days, day and night.
Yu Liancheng sniffed and moved his index finger. In the past three days, he had spent most of the time immersed in the Evil Emperor's relics in preparation for today.
Although his body is getting stronger and his energy is full, his spirit... is also very energetic, even extraordinarily energetic.
But he was not Brother Crow, so he decided to fill his stomach before starting the fight.
Besides, Yu Liancheng always respects the old and loves the young. Today is Xuanyuan Dapan's birthday, so he should still make him happy for a while.
After finding a table and sitting down, Yu Liancheng ate happily. He didn't bother to use a wine glass. He just poured it into his mouth when he picked it up. He couldn't help but think back to the time when he fought swords in the world and enjoyed grudges.
Several people sitting at this table glanced at Yu Liancheng and didn't care. Most of the people present today are high-rollers. Be informal.
If they were more careful, they would find that they had forgotten the appearance of this crazy guest in an instant, or that it was a blur in the first place.
"I heard that our ancestors wanted to bring the male and female pair of Murong to the mountain to enjoy them."
At this moment, a slightly obscene voice sounded.
The voice came from a seat next to Yu Liancheng. The speaker was a middle-aged man with a frivolous appearance and a pale complexion, as if he had been drained by alcohol and sex.
"Ancestor is so lucky. I have also heard of these two people. This kind of exquisite double lotus is a once-in-a-hundred-year encounter. As long as you are a man, you will be tempted." Next to the frivolous man is a man with peach blossom eyes and a smile on his face. A handsome middle-aged man with an evil aura.
He held a folding fan with his hand, and the front and back of the fan were painted with dozens of beautiful women, with their names and families written on them, and a dozen or two crosses describing the romance, and all of them were filled with erotic words and obscene words.
"Brother Long, why are you so envious? Back then, Brother Long traveled all over the world and enjoyed countless beauties. He probably had dozens of beauty fans. That would be the envy of others." Another man said with envy.
"Haha, easy to say, easy to say, it all happened back then."
The man with peach blossom eyes smiled proudly. This man was called Long Xuanyu. He was a flower picker. He claimed to be "the best in love and painting". He used to enjoy the flowers with all his will. , he painted all the beauties who had done harm to him on the fans, and he had dozens of beauty fans hidden in his home.
If he hadn't poisoned a county guard's daughter and angered the government, he wouldn't have come to Huishan to watch people's faces and make a living.
The people sitting with Long Xuanyu were all guest officials who had taken refuge in the Xuanyuan family because of secret books or crimes. They were like a nest of snakes and rats, working together in a treacherous manner.
When a group of men sit together, women are often an indispensable topic of conversation. Coupled with the behavior of the ancestor in Huishan, there is a lot more to talk about after dinner.
So the conversation at this table gradually turned to Murong Nanxiong. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, he could still hear it from time to time, and most of it was full of filth.
"It is said that Murong Murong Wuzhu is already the most beautiful woman in the country, and Emperor Murong Tong is like the reincarnation of a heavenly being, complementing each other. No one can resist the charm of this pair of parallel lotuses."
"Fortunately, I am not a manly person. Otherwise, I would be starving to death just looking at this dish and not being able to eat it."
"Hehe, you don't understand this. Only beauties like this who can't tell the difference between male and female are immortals."
"Yes, yes, as long as you think Murong Tonghuang is a woman, when the lights are dark at night, can you tell who is Murong Tonghuang and who is covering up, and who is the female and who is the male?"
A group of people were chatting happily. A young man in black stood up at the table next to him. He turned around and walked over. He slapped his hand on the table and said with a grin: "It seems that you are very interested in the Murong sisters. You guys?" Do you want to see what Emperor Murong Tong looks like?"
The guests at Long Xuanyu's table were stunned for a moment, and then started to make a fuss.
"Yes, of course I do, it's my grandson who doesn't want to."
"Haha, it's a pity that once sent to Huishan, it will be forbidden by our ancestors. I'm afraid we won't be able to see it again."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "You can see it now."
After saying this, he removed the spiritual power lingering around his body and revealed his true face.
A kind of guest suddenly felt that the ordinary man in front of him suddenly turned into a handsome boy who was as handsome as a demon and full of evil charm.
They looked at the boy in black with fascination, forgetting their surroundings.
With such a skin, even a man can confuse all living beings.
"Okay, now that your last wish has been fulfilled, you can die in peace."
Following Yu Liancheng's cold words, a murderous aura arose.
The minds of all the guest guests were shocked into the real world, their faces turned pale, and they could clearly smell the smell of death.
Before they could react, Yu Liancheng flicked his finger.
when!
He flicked his finger on the wine glass in front of him.
The wine glass was clearly made of porcelain, but with a flick of it, it made a sound of gold and iron clashing, like an iron horse at war, full of murderous intent.
The wine glass shot out of the sky like a meteor, flew into the air, and suddenly broke into a dozen pieces, turning into a stream of light, hitting the guest's head one by one, exploding like a watermelon, and splashing red and white all over the floor.
"What a bullshit expert. Anyone who dares to displease me will be stepped on even if it's shit."
Yu Liancheng's words are vulgar, but when spoken with such a handsome face, coupled with the cold and pleasant voice, it does not give people the slightest feeling of vulgarity.
In fact, before the attack, there was a battle between heaven and man in Yulian City.
After realizing the influence of the Evil Emperor's relics on him, he originally wanted to cultivate his moral character. This time when we entered Huishan, we only planned to kill Xuanyuan Dapan, but there was no need to bloodbath Guniu Dagang.
Even if these guests were disrespectful to him with their words, he immediately told himself that they were just whispers from ants and would not cause any harm to him, and there was no need to kill him for them.
Following the obscene words of these guests, Yu Liancheng's mind kept turning, and finally his thoughts changed rapidly.
"In this world where strength is respected, when will the strong need to be angry with the weak? Whoever makes me uncomfortable, I will make him ten times uncomfortable."
Even if you become obsessive in the future, at least now you can express your feelings freely and freely.
Hence the current scene.
"Spare... spare my life..." Long Xuanyu's hands and feet were cold and his hair stood on end, and he couldn't even speak smoothly.
The people sitting at the same table with him just now were all guests of the Xuanyuan family, all of whom were quite powerful, and there was even a master who had just entered the third level. If placed in other places, they could even form a strong sect.
But a mere wine glass turned everyone's heads into watermelons and exploded, except for him, without even having time to react.
Such shocking martial arts attainments were something he had never even dreamed of.
"Hey, I forgot that there is another one like you." Yu Liancheng showed a look of realization, then pointed his backhand and fired out a blast of sword energy: "I'm very sorry, I'll make it up right away."
In front of this sword energy, the table instantly shattered, the food and wine fell to the floor, the air seemed to turn into running water, and ripples spread out in circles.
"My life is at an end."
Long Xuanyu closed his eyes and could not react at all.
There was a pop, and there was no blood splattering or broken bones or broken bones.
Long Xuanyu only felt a chill in his body, and the pain he imagined did not come. He couldn't help but open his eyes, only to find that everyone's eyes around him were focused on him, and some women even quickly covered their eyes.
Only then did he realize that his clothes had been turned into powder by the sword energy and he was completely naked.
Yu Liancheng touched his chin and looked down: "I thought the flower picker was gifted, but it turns out that he is just like this... tsk tsk,"
Long Xuanyu's originally pale face suddenly turned red, and something he was proud of was trampled on.
Before he could cover up, Yu Liancheng snapped his fingers, and the sword energy that had been shot into Long Xuanyu's body suddenly exploded, and his whole body suddenly turned into a puddle of flesh, as if he had been chopped into pieces by a thousand knives in an instant.
"As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy." Yu Liancheng shrugged, with a bright smile on his face. After killing the person who made him unhappy, he immediately felt much happier.
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There are currently four generations in the direct line of the Xuanyuan family.
The first generation: Xuanyuan Ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan, a first-class master
The second generation, the person in charge is Xuanyuan Guoqi, the son of Patriarch Xuanyuan, there are three sons in total
The third generation, Xuanyuan Jingcheng (the eldest), Xuanyuan Zhongzong (the second eldest), Xuanyuan Jingxuan (the third eldest)
The fourth generation, Xuanyuan Qingfeng (daughter of Xuanyuan Jingcheng)
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