There is an open space outside Guniu Jiang, which is called "Daxueping".
Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xuanyuan Jingcheng boarded the Daxueping and strode to the front of Guniu Jiang.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was a little worried at first, but when he turned around and saw Xuanyuan Jingcheng's face that always had a faint smile, and listened to the tinkling of the wind chimes under the eaves, he suddenly felt a lot calmer.
She was about to push the door, but before her hand touched the door panel, the door opened with a creak.
An alluring face emerged, with curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a raised nose. The clothes looked like snow, but the skin was fairer than the clothes. The eyes were twinkling, with an indescribable childishness.
"Emperor Murong Tong...that's not right..."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was startled. The face in front of him was very similar to Murong Tonghuang, but it was definitely not the same person.
The woman's black hair flutters in the wind, showing a fresh and delicate beauty, which is completely different from the demonic and domineering Emperor Murong Tong. But there is no doubt that this is also a stunning beauty, enough to make anyone's heart flutter.
"You are Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xuanyuan Jingcheng. My brother asked me to pick you up." The beauty in white was graceful and frail, giving people a timid feeling, and smiled gracefully.
"Thank you Miss Wu Zhu." Xuanyuan Jingcheng said with cupped hands.
"It's okay, come in." The beauty in palace clothes lifted her skirt and led the two of them into the house.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng followed closely, and then he remembered that Emperor Murong Tong had a sister who seemed to be named Murong Wuzhu.
After taking a closer look, the siblings are indeed very similar. But as long as you are not blind, you will not confuse the two, because they both have their own distinctive colors.
Murong Wuzhu led the two of them directly through the hall and out to the backyard.
The small courtyard has a rockery and flowing water, and there are several unknown trees planted there.
At this time, the leaves were falling and the flowers were withering, and the sun was shining lazily from behind the bare branches. The tall black figure stood under the tree.
A leaf fell, was caught by the slender palm, twisted between the index finger and thumb, blew gently, and then fell out again.
"Tong Huang, the guests are here."
"Okay." The golden sunlight shone on his body, as if it was dyed with a golden halo. Looking back and smiling, it is the beauty that transcends the appearance of men and women.
At this time, he was not only domineering and evil, but also a bit gentle and elegant.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's heartstrings were plucked, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery at this moment.
It seems that it is not just the figure, but the withered old trees beside him, the lazy sunshine, and the vicissitudes of the stone table, which combine to form a picture that seems real and illusionary, like a dream but also real.
"I have met Mr. Murong in Xuanyuan Jingcheng." The scholar in blue bowed and bowed to the young man in black: "Sweep away the dust of Huishan for Mr. Murong."
Yu Liancheng waved his hand and said: "I'm just clearing away the stagnation in my heart and asking for a good time."
"No matter what, Huishan always benefits from the young master." Xuanyuan Jingcheng picked up the wine pot and said with a smile: "A pot of angelica wine is a tribute to the young master's feats."
"Haha, I have long heard of the reputation of Angelica wine." Yu Liancheng raised his brows, showing an excited look: "Now that the wine is good, if you don't drink it, you will be a grandson. Come on, give it to me."
It was only then that he regained his domineering and unruly demeanor.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's beautiful eyes were shining, and she still liked the posture in front of Yu Liancheng better.
When the wine glass was filled, Yu Liancheng raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng asked: "How does it taste?"
Yu Liancheng narrowed his eyes slightly and considered his words: "The aroma of the wine is both tea and cinnamon. It is slightly bitter in the mouth. Savor it carefully, but it is sweet and long-lasting, with an endless aftertaste. It fits the meaning of the bitter end and the sweet end."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes lit up and he said, "I don't think Young Master Murong is still a person who knows how to drink."
"The more you drink, the more you will understand."
After three rounds of drinking, the two of them started talking more.
And Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Murong Wuzhu are just two beautiful foils.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng is a man of great erudition and knows everything from Taoist classics to antiques, calligraphy and paintings. As long as he is willing to talk, he can talk about it for three days and three nights. No matter what questions Yu Liancheng asked, he seemed to be able to get answers from him, which greatly benefited him.
Although Yu Liancheng is not as knowledgeable as Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he is still a well-informed person. And he can always say some strange and wonderful arguments that he has never heard of before. It seems that he is talking about nonsense, but in fact he can justify himself, which greatly inspired Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the two people talking and complimenting each other. Unexpectedly, he thought they were good friends and confidants who had known each other for many years.
But he felt vaguely unnatural, as if every word and every smile had a special meaning. He was quarrelsome and immediately shook his head, just thinking it was his own illusion.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced at Murong Wuzhu, who was also serving as a vase.
But he saw Murong Wuzhu quietly picking up the flask, pouring himself a glass of 'Guizi wine', sticking out his tongue and licking it tentatively. He frowned for a while, then his beautiful eyes lit up, and he sipped lightly, like a cat.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle, and when he saw Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Yu Liancheng looking over, he quickly sat upright and sat upright.
"Young Master Murong is indeed extraordinary."
After a while, Xuanyuan Jingcheng exhaled a long breath, his eyes twinkling.
In fact, he has been testing Mr. Murong with various topics. Sometimes they are from three religions and nine streams, and they are from the Lower Riba. Sometimes it’s Buddhist and Taoist classics, mountains and rivers.
But he was disappointed to find that it had no effect. The other person's eyes were clear, his breath was calm, and he waved with a vigorous demeanor. He was obviously not a person who could be moved by words.
If you want to accomplish your goals, you have to show your strength.
Yu Liancheng suddenly stood up and looked down. Covered by clouds and mist, Guniu Dagang became extremely small, and the scenery at the foot of the mountain was vaguely visible. He changed the topic and said, "No wonder Xuanyuan Dapan is so arrogant. I'm afraid he was raised here. He looked at other people like ants, and when the ant got closer, he realized that the ant was a raptor."
Living at a high place for a long time, with a panoramic view of the mountains and small mountains, and having unparalleled martial arts skills, one's temperament will inevitably be affected. Of course, with Xuanyuan Dapan's cultivation level, he is also proud of himself.
Unfortunately, he met Yu Liancheng.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng drank a glass of wine, and his words seemed to be arrogant: "When I was young, I read a sentence about a cricket shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous. At that time, I just thought it was really funny. Later, after thinking about it carefully, I thought that the word "laugh" would be Changing it to the word "respect" is also very interesting."
An earthworm shakes a big tree, how respectable is it?
But now Xuanyuan Jingcheng is the only one left in the Huishan generation with the word "Jing".
Yuliancheng said: "The big trees are dead things, and the embankments of thousands of miles are destroyed by ant nests, so they can't be shaken. But dragons fly in the sky, and ants look at the sky. Why is this?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng said tit for tat: "Sometimes, you always have to do things you know you can't do." After a moment of silence, he added: "After all, this is the foundation of the Xuanyuan family for hundreds of years, and I am a descendant of Xuanyuan after all... …”
"Okay." A smile appeared at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth: "I do appreciate you a little. I will give you ten moves to make a move. I will only defend but not attack. If you can shake my figure in ten moves, let me move my steps. , I will let you get your wish. On the contrary, if I win, you will be driven by me."
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Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled and said: "In this way, I have taken a big advantage."
Yu Liancheng said lightly: "It's not that the fierce dragon cannot cross the river."
"Okay, then let me, an ant, shake the dragon above the nine heavens."
"You..." Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was dull. At first, he didn't understand the two men's words of fighting, one was a dragon, another was an ant, and another was a tree.
But as the two of them talked, she seemed to vaguely understand their conversation, but she seemed to be even more confused.
How could this weak scholar with no power to restrain a chicken defeat a peerless master who could be ranked in the martial arts review.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng touched Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head, his face showing the warmth of a loving father: "Mr. Murong and I are going to go and we'll be back soon."
Yu Liancheng also wanted to follow Xuanyuan Jingcheng's example and touch his sister Murong Wuzhu's hair, but found that Murong Wuzhu was drunk, his white jade cheeks were flushed with red, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Murong Wuzhu slapped his hand away and said angrily: "Stinky Emperor Tong, don't touch my head. The older you get, the worse you get. You are not as good as when you were a child."
After saying that, he supported the table with his left hand, stood up unsteadily, touched Yu Liancheng's head with one hand, and said with a silly smile: "Tonghuang, be good, Tonghuang, be good, sister hid the osmanthus cake for you, I'll give it to you later." I’ll give it to you, don’t tell your parents.”
A wry smile appeared on Yulian Cheng's face.
You've only had a few drinks, why are you so drunk?
It seems that I can’t give this girl alcohol anymore.
"I'll wait for you at Daxueping."
The backyard was naturally not a good place to do anything. Xuanyuan Jingcheng jumped a few feet away. When he was about to fall, he lifted his toes out of the air and exploded a ball of air, like a lotus blooming.
One step leads to a lotus, and every step brings forth lotus flowers.
After seven steps, people arrived on the snowy plain.
"His body skills are pretty good." Yu Liancheng sighed, put his coat on Murong Wuzhu, then tiptoed a little, and the man appeared like a flying fairy.
"This...this..." Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned. It turned out that it was not a dazzling day, but that her father was really hiding something.
It's just that it's hidden too deeply.
But he couldn't care too much at this time, Xuanyuan Qingfeng immediately spread his legs and swept towards the big snow flat.
Murong Wuzhu was lying on the table, her beautiful eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
When Xuanyuan Qingfeng arrived at Daxueping, he saw Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was no longer struggling to suppress his state, raised his hand.
Take a step forward with your right foot and bend your right knee slightly.
The right hand "slowly" reaches forward, while the left hand reaches back.
A very ordinary movement, but full of mysterious meaning, it is in harmony with the principles of heaven and earth, and the whole body seems to be integrated with heaven and earth.
God's will comes from the human heart, and the human heart inspires God's will.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who had already entered the realm of celestial phenomena, thought about it and immediately affected the celestial phenomena. The sky was originally clear, but at this time, there were already heavy dark clouds, covering them up layer by layer. They accumulated in groups, giving people an extremely depressing feeling, as if the sky and the earth Will collapse.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but breathe.
The mountain rain is about to come, and the dark clouds are rolling, like a tornado, falling suddenly.
"I shake Kunlun." Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice was very soft, but it drowned out the roaring in the sky.
Yu Liancheng held his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the tornado attracted by Xuanyuan Jingcheng's abundant energy. It was in the shape of a huge funnel. The wind roots were spinning violently on the snowy plain, as if they had reached heaven, constantly pulling down the black clouds in the sky. , intensifying. It is simply a terrible natural disaster that can sweep away and tear apart anyone or anything.
How can human beings resist natural disasters?
This tornado was scary enough, but Xuanyuan Jingcheng felt that it was not safe enough. He stretched out his hand and drew a mysterious arc again, and slowly lifted it up with the other hand, saying softly: "Get up again."
As a result, a huge tornado appeared out of thin air on the left side of Daxueping. It continued to rotate, sucking out all the air in the surrounding area, and causing endless flying sand and rocks.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng worked hard, and his energy surged, without any sign of exhaustion. He clenched his hands into fists, and his green shirt swelled up, filled with invisible energy, and his energy instantly climbed to the peak, and he said slowly: "Three rises."
Another tornado rises on the right.
On the snowy plain, three dragons draw water.
For a while, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and there was no light from the sun or the moon.
As Xuanyuan Jingcheng's palms pushed forward, the three dragon scrolls carried the power of heaven and earth and began to move and gather.
And the center of the squeeze was astonishingly huge.
"This...could it be that he became a saint through Confucianism? He...he actually reached this step."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was in a daze. Such an earth-shattering, almost magical method was actually prompted by her father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, whom she had always looked down upon.
Zhang Susheng, a Northern Confucian, proposed that reading can nourish the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth. He also said that ordinary people will thrive if they are not equal. Therefore, masters who enter the realm of martial arts through Confucianism are very good at using four ounces to move thousands of pounds to stir up the secrets of heaven and stir up the will of heaven.
This appalling scene appeared in front of him.
With Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyesight, he could certainly see that although the three dragons drew water with great momentum, they were still far from being able to deal with the martial arts master in front of him who could overpower Patriarch Xuanyuan.
Fortunately, he wasn't trying to outdo his opponent.
As long as the opponent moves half a step, he wins.
After this move, he still had another move waiting for Yu Liancheng.
"You shake Kunlun?"
Yu Liancheng grinned, his energy surged, his body twisted slightly, and he blasted two tornadoes with his fists. The fists seemed to be ignited with fierce flames, the temperature suddenly increased, and the entire snow flat seemed to be plunged into an oven.
boom! boom!
The two tornadoes collapsed suddenly, and the air flow rolled wildly.
With a quick grab, the third tornado disappeared.
"Shake a hammer."
