Xue Ming's eyes lingered on the Hongying Gun. He got this gun on his 100th birthday and has never put it down. He knew no other way to save his life if he gave up the gun. He looked at Wen Zhaozhao and Jing Yuan behind him. The place illuminated by the small cluster of flames became a pure land. The two of them stood firmly in it. The breath of their bodies traveled along the meridians of their bodies. Xue Ming's mouth was very dry. For the first time, he realized that he was going to say something. One sentence is so difficult.
Xue Ming rarely made decisions by himself. Many times his father would tell him what to do. Following Wen Zhaozhao, he also listened to Wen Zhaozhao's words. He looked at the demon cypress that was still spreading towards the center, and threw the red tassel gun aside with great determination: " Young master, Zhao Zhao, I don’t need a gun, I want to walk in with dignity.”
He is a member of the Xue family, so he cannot embarrass the Xue family.
"Xue Ming, you are crazy. You want to prove that you have spiritual power. Do you want to die?" Wen Zhaozhao had no time to look at her feet and almost tripped over a tree root in the dark. She clumsily tried to stop Xue Ming. Ming, before he had gone far, he was circled back by Jing Yuan's spell again.
The branches around Jing Yuan's fire did not dare to approach, and they would only become a burden if they went out. Jing Yuan thought so, so he said so.
Big beads of sweat fell from Xue Ming's forehead. He smiled brightly at Wen Zhaozhao: "Zhaozhao, go back. The young master will protect you. You and dad helped me make decisions in the past. This time I want to make the decision myself."
Xue Ming no longer turned around. Without the red tassel gun, the cypress leaves shot out unscrupulously, like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm. The flying leaves were tough and easily tore Xue Ming's clothes. He cupped his fists and bowed solemnly to the ancestral hall: "Dear ancestors, today Xue Ming of the Xue family is here to pay his respects. Please give way to the tomb guard."
No one answered him, only unbridled ridicules could be heard from all directions. The cypress leaves were actually living creatures. After hearing his words, they attacked him without any pause, cutting off the tendons on his knees. .
Xue Ming knelt down on the ground with a "boom". His arms were numbly pushing up the pressure. There was a dull roar of thunder, which seemed to come from the distant ninth heaven. The thunder kept circling and falling, and Xue Ming spit out a mouthful. There was blood, and his arms were gradually bent, looking very embarrassed.
Wen Zhaozhao looked in the bright light of the sky. The strong wind made his clothes bulge, and soon tore the fabric that could cover his body to pieces. She couldn't take a step, let alone stand next to Xue Ming. At this moment, she He was extremely calm: "Can't we help him?"
Jing Yuan did not answer. He looked up to the sky thoughtfully. He used his spiritual consciousness to send a message to the Nine Heavens: "Thunder God and Lightning Mother, who allows you to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world."
The sound of his spiritual consciousness was thick and thick, and there was a vague tendency of overwhelming the earth. The hammer and mirror that were striking stopped, and soon there was another thunder. The eagle-billed Thunder God turned around and said, "Prince Forgive me, this is a karmic debt between me and Dian Yin, I will go and apologize to the Emperor of Heaven later."
Wen Zhaozhao watched anxiously. She threw away Jing Yuan's restraint and was about to fly into the thunder formation. Xue Ming's knees had already made a deep mark and were embedded in the cracks of the rocks underground. The thunder suddenly sounded, Illuminating the sky and the earth, it can smash everything into pieces. This thunder came straight towards Xue Ming. Xue Ming spit out another mouthful of blood. He saw Wen Zhaozhao running very fast, and his consciousness was already a little blurry. However, Jing Yuan knew that this thunder was only the first time. Together.
Jing Yuan raised a red umbrella and flew into the sky. He didn't want to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world, and he didn't want to impose cause and effect on himself. However, hearing Zhao Zhao's firm vow in the foggy forest disturbed him. He couldn't rest in peace. The sound transmission method makes the voice powerful and majestic: "Thunder God and Lightning Mother, you two are good at causing other people's karma, you will be punished by the six paths of reincarnation, and you will be sent to hell within one hour."
"Yes." The voice came from Jiuchongtian. Wen Zhaozhao raised his hand and realized that it was raining. The little red umbrella quickly covered the sky and the sun. The sound of thunder hitting the red umbrella was very muffled and could not be heard clearly.
"Wen Zhaozhao, come here." The rain curtain bypassed Jing Yuan. Wen Zhaozhao had to admit that some people were still shining even if their clothes were wet. Her clothes were soaked and her sleeves were stained with Xue Ming's blood. She felt a little sour. I feel so uncomfortable, why am I always so embarrassed.
Wen Zhaozhao looked carefully and saw that the small mole between Jing Yuan's eyebrows that had been hidden due to a huge loss of spiritual power was glowing with golden light. His voice softened: "You can't walk Xue Ming's path for him."
Xue Ming covered his ears due to the roar of thunder. He huddled in the pool of blood. The two thousand years slowly unfolded like a scroll. When he was a child, he was always bullied because he was a pig. Wen Zhaozhao would wave his fist to block it. He beat everyone away in front of him, and from then on he became Wen Zhaozhao's little follower, and beat the hell out of those little monsters. In the end, the scene stopped with his father hugging him and saying to him in a gentle voice: "We Ming'er will be heroes in the future."
Xue Ming struggled to even open his eyes. He raised his fingers to touch the red tassel gun beside him. Unfortunately, he threw it too far and missed it. The red umbrella had already blocked ninety-seven thunderbolts for him, and there were two more. Before it fell, the red umbrella was crumbling. Over there, Jing Yuan's old injuries had not healed yet and new ones were added. He was unsteady, and thunder from the sky came towards him.
Wen Zhaozhao looked at this scene and felt sad. She ran forward and stretched out her arms to block Jingyuan. The rain was blowing diagonally. She shouted: "I don't allow you, I don't allow you to hurt me anymore." of everyone.”
Xue Ming over there was shaken out of his wits by this voice. He moved his fingers, and the red tassel gun flew over naturally. His body was extremely light. He was a descendant of the Xue family. He not only wanted to save the declining family, but also To protect the friends around him, he only dared to climb up to the sky and embrace the moon if he had a good grasp of the gun.
"I, Xue Ming, am a great hero who stands upright." The wounds on Xue Ming's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He drank the red tassel gun. The gun body of the red tassel gun was shattered everywhere. Under the patent leather was abundant spiritual power, and the gun head was made of lotus flowers. The shape changed into a halberd. This was the original appearance of the Xue family gun. It flew into the air and used the tip of the gun as a guide. The whole person was submerged in the silver lightning until Wen Zhaozhao could no longer see his shadow.
"This thunder was invited by his ancestors. He can't die." Jing Yuan wiped the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, glanced at Wen Zhaozhao and explained. He had been wondering since he came down from the Nine Heavens, who made the Thunder God and Lightning Mother return the favor regardless of the pain of reincarnation in the six realms. After thinking about it, only the elders of the generation who split the chaos can do this.
A few shadows floated out from the cypress forest, and slowly formed into human shapes in front of Wen Zhaozhao and Jing Yuan. It was an old man with a white beard. His voice was soft and smooth: "Little Zhaozhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have grown a lot taller. How is your father?"
Wen Zhaozhao looked at him doubtfully. He looked like a fairy, but after many experiences before, Wen Zhaozhao still dared to make friends with others casually. She stood in front of Jing Yuan warily and asked: "Do you know me?" ?”
"More than just knowing each other, I have watched you grow up. Thank you for taking care of Ming'er since he was a child. This child is timid and you have helped him a lot. You and he call me ancestor together." The white-bearded old man He looked at Wen Zhaozhao lovingly.
"It seems that your Excellency is General Xue." Jing Yuan was not surprised to see him, but his image was different from what he imagined. He thought that the god who fought with the Yellow Emperor was an animal, at least he should look very tall. The old man in front of him was very thin and indifferent.
"No need to mention it, it just happened back then. Now I have been dead for nineteen thousand years." General Xue waved his hand and saw Wen Zhaozhao standing next to him not knowing what he was looking at. He followed her gaze Looking at it, he found that it was his calves that looked like bamboo poles. He asked, "Little Zhao Zhao, what are you looking at?"
"I was wondering if I punched the ghost, would you disappear into thin air?" Wen Zhaozhao didn't understand, if this ancestor was here from the beginning, why would he let Xue Ming suffer so much, and why would he It was rolled up into the clouds and still refuses to be put back, so it is better not to let go of this ancestor.
General Xue was used to being admired by others. He was suddenly stabbed by a junior named Wen Zhaozhao. His face was a little uneasy. The corner of his mouth cracked and he floated to Jing Yuan's side: "I would like to thank Your Highness the Crown Prince for today. I had already calculated that Ming'er had Such a calamity put a seal on his body, but who knew that this seal would actually harm him. If you can be of any use to me in the future, please speak to me, Prince."
"Are you done?" Jing Yuan returned to his lazy look. The thunder that had just been extradited burned the ends of his hair and gave off some stench. He frowned slightly because of his admiration. The two marksmanship skills that he showed to Xue Ming were just a matter of learning and selling. Jing Yuan's real magic weapon was the sword. He took out the sword from the sea of consciousness, scattered General Xue's human form unexpectedly, and waved his hand indifferently: "It's really noisy."
Wen Zhaozhao finally lost her strength. She squatted on the ground and shouted arrogantly at General Xue: "Hey, how can you do business like this? The prince helped you save your descendants. You can't even get out of the Xue family ancestral hall." , how can you help the prince? Besides, the prince is wise and powerful, how can you, an old man, be of any use? You should just be a ghost."
General Xue was so angry that his beard was distorted by Wen Zhaozhao's remarks. He completely disappeared and refused to see anyone.
Wen Zhaozhao lay on the ground with hands and feet, patted the side and asked Jing Yuan to rest together. Jing Yuan looked at her thoughtfully: "Are you not injured?"
Wen Zhaozhao felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but she relaxed for a moment and could not get up immediately. She retorted: "That's natural. I am the number one martial arts person on Yingzhou Island. No one can hurt me."
Jing Yuan felt that his question was in vain. He stopped talking to her. The burnt smell at the end of his hair reminded him that the thunder had indeed come, but it was not him who took it. Could it be Wen Zhaozhao? He looked over and saw that Wen Zhaozhao had thought of something and his saliva flowed to his neck. The corner of his mouth twitched, he must have thought too much.
