"What's wrong? Don't you want to see my father?"

Lan Luo was slightly dissatisfied, and said with a deliberate face.

Xiao Chen said softly: "No, when will we meet." ”

"Tomorrow, it's so late tonight, and you're a little tired. ”

"Hmm. ”

Under Lan Luo's arrangement, Xiao Chen got a rather chic and quiet courtyard in the Hou Mansion.

Yes, it is very much in line with Xiao Chen's preferences.

This night, it was really tiring.

To be precise, from entering the Tianji Tower to be hunted down, and then until now, there has been no rest.

Xiao Chen put the little monk aside, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The sleepiness never came, lying on the bed, the leaves outside the window were falling and rattling, as if it was raining.

It was an ancient tree in the courtyard, and its leaves were blown off under the night wind.

The sound of falling leaves in the sky is like rain, why can't Guan Qing sleep?

When there is something on your mind, it is naturally difficult to sleep.

When I opened my eyes sideways, there was moonlight outside the window, dappled on the ground.

Xiao Chen had no intention of sleeping again, his face was expressionless, and his thoughts were flying.

I was still thinking about the words that the Tiance scholar deliberately explained before leaving.

"Although what I said is ugly, eight out of ten|nine times out of ten, it is all right......"

The words that Tiance scholars gave themselves to test, the results were indeed not very good, but as he said.

If not, there wouldn't be so many people queuing up to beg him for fortune.

But looking at the fortune calculation he gave to the little monk, regardless of the process, at least the little monk did get a big opportunity.

Am I going to be doomed?

The road of the Dragon Emperor is destined to be difficult and completely predictable. Xiao Chen didn't care, what he cared about was whether he could meet Liu Ruyue smoothly.

The White Dragon Holy Maiden, peerless, the prince of the dragon god, is also fascinated by it.

In the dead of night, if there is no sleep, it is inevitable to be cranky and upset.

Jiang He's words also popped up in his mind, and somehow, it messed up Xiao Chen's mind again.

Sou!

Unable to sleep, Xiao Chen got up and put on his clothes, and walked out casually with a knife.

"Brother Xiao, what are you doing here?" the little monk opened his eyes and said in a daze.

"Practice the knife, you sleep. ”

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on the courtyard, adding a hazy veil to the scenery in the courtyard.

Xiao Chen took out his sword and swung it at will.

I had mixed feelings in my heart, some anxious, some furious, some indignant and unwilling.

But the more this is the case, the more delicate and soft the sword light he swings out.

There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose.

Control your mood very well, so as not to let the knife technique, lose the delicacy and discipline.

If this heart is difficult after all, but I want to be worthy of it!

Wow!

The knife light swept across, Xiao Chen gently picked it up, and the straight knife condensed the moonlight in the garden into a beam and rushed away.

With a tap on his toes, his figure is in the air, dressed in white and with white hair, gently spinning and flying.

Between the dances, endless moonlight emanated from Xiao Chen's body.

For a time, a little moonlight in the courtyard was like snow, more like flower petals, dancing with the wind.

The garden is full of flowers, like a poetic painting.

Xiao Chen suspended in the air and stopped, using the knife as a pen, the person is in the painting, and the heart is outside the painting.

If this heart is difficult after all, then who can understand me!

Understand my lonely and lonely persistence for so many years, understand the burden of Qinglong revival I carry, and understand my persistence and persistence in seeking the moon.

The moon is like a hundred flowers dancing, and the flowers are flying all over the sky. No one appreciates poetry and painting, and no one is a bosom friend.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound, the picture was broken, the light and shadow were scattered, and the moonlight was scattered, like a broken flower and a willow, no one pities and no one hurts.

If this heart is difficult to settle after all, and you can't find a confidant, you are worthy of your heart, what is the use!

The night is getting deeper and the chill is thick.

Who pities me for being thinly dressed, alone and alone in the moon.

With the remnants of the flowers and willows, the overflowing sword light, there is an indescribable sadness.

But this sorrow did not turn into anger, nor did it turn into hatred.

You can be sad or sad, you can't be angry or hateful.

And make dreams with knives, dreams have wine, dreams have beautiful women. The beautiful woman is drunk with me, and the beautiful woman laughs with me.

There is no sorrow or sorrow, the flowers fall in my dreams, and someone accompanies me to appreciate them.

If you don't understand the beauty of dreams, how can you dream of knives and dreams.

Under the mottled moonlight, there was an illusory scene in the courtyard, some people were drunk, some people laughed, and some people danced to the moon.

I can't tell if it's true or false, whether it's a dream or a reality.

If this heart is difficult after all, let me sleep in a dream and never open my eyes for ten thousand years.

But dreams have to wake up after all.

The moment I opened my eyes, it was not the dream that dissipated, and it was clear that the whole world slipped away from my hands.

The infinite loss fills the heart, and the knife in the hand, can you continue to hold it?

Airplanes!

The courtyard suddenly sounded with a boundless knife groan, and the knife in his hand burned with purple flames.

When the purple flame dissipated, the pitch-black blade turned into a dreamy purple, as if this was the true color of the sword.

Hold on to the long knife and swing it as you like.

The night in the garden quietly dispersed, and the purple knife light spread out like water.

Xiao Chen's complexion changed suddenly, and under the purple knife light, a man in black on the courtyard wall was forced into shape.

"Who!"

Shout!

With a stab of the long knife, the purple light in the garden condensed into a beam and shot away.

The man was surprised, his figure flashed slightly, but his shoulder was still pierced by the knife light.

He glanced at Xiao Chen in surprise, his figure flickered several times, and he left quickly.

The night was hazy and blinking.

As if it had never appeared, only in the air, the purple sword light that had not yet dissipated, proved everything just now.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, but he didn't chase it.

This person, who was able to appear silently, appeared unexpectedly after being activated by himself to activate the true nature of the sword.

It shows that his strength is much higher than his own, but he has not made a move, and he obviously has no malicious intentions.

In the Hou Mansion, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger.

There are at least ten people with this kind of strength, and it is not good to rashly chase them and cause trouble.

As soon as his thoughts were broken, the knife naturally couldn't dance.

Coming to the stone table in the courtyard, gently placing the sword on it, Xiao Chen took out the thousand-year-old fire and poured himself a drink.

After the knife dance, the restless mood settled down.

After a few glasses of wine, unconsciously, covered in a layer of moonlight, he fell asleep in a daze.

When I opened my eyes again, the harsh sunlight shone in, and my neck was stiff and uncomfortable.

This time, I found that I had my chin in my hand and slept like this all night.

"Xiao Gongzi, excuse me. Hou Ye prepared a family banquet and wanted to invite Xiao Gongzi over, and the county lord specially ordered me to entertain him. ”

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there was a slim and beautiful maid who said vividly.

Xiao Chen eased his nerves and returned: "You wait, I'll finish washing and go over." ”

After tidying up a little, Xiao Chen carried the little monk on his back and went to the family banquet under the leadership of the maid.

Generally speaking, the grander family feasts are usually set in the evening.

Set up a family banquet in the morning, which means that there will not be many people invited, and it is possible that in addition to the heirs of the Hou Mansion, there may only be himself and the little monk.

The Hou Mansion is very large, the corridor walkway, the rockery and the flowing water, like a labyrinth, criss-crossed.

If no one else is leading, you may really get lost in it and go around.

On a wrong road, Xiao Chen found that there was a group of people moving forward in front of him.

The destination, it seems, is the same as itself.

However, many of them can be seen, just entourage and guards, and the real master is the young man in brocade at the lead.

The young man was quite handsome and easy-going, and the smile on his face could be seen.

When talking to the maid who led the way, there was no domineering attitude, which caused the maid to be shy.

In addition, there is a compelling luxury in the young man.

But the easy-going temperament on the body hides this luxury very well, making people feel extra close.

Xiao Chen stopped, thoughtful, this person has nothing to care about.

The reason for stopping was because Xiao Chen found a relatively pure aura of imperial dragon luck on his body.

The four major dynasties occupy the main dragon veins of the central world, and all the imperial bloodlines can be protected by the dragon veins.

The purer the bloodline, the greater the Imperial Dragon Cloud received.

In the vast territory of the Yanwu Dynasty, with the blessing of this dragon luck, the luck is much stronger than ordinary people.

In addition, the nobles who accepted the imperial title could also be blessed by the dragon luck according to their titles.

For example, Long Tenghou, who was given the title of Marquis, is second only to the prince.

After all, in any dynasty, a king with a different surname is extremely rare, and the marquis is the highest under common sense.

Long Tenghou will also have this dragon luck on his body, but whether he can find it or not is another matter.

"That's the King of Yujun, and he was also invited to the family banquet this time, it is said that he came specially for the county lord, and wanted to invite her to join the Divine Sword Pavilion of the Seven Rank Sect together. ”

Seeing Xiao Chen's gaze, the maid who led the way in front stopped and said with a smile.

The maid seemed to know this Yujun King very well, and when she asked casually, she told a lot of information.

Looking at his eyes, he seems to be quite fond of this rain king.

The Seven-Rank Sect has stood at the top of this world, and looking at the entire world, there are only a handful of people who can be called the Seven-Rank Sect.

The huge Yanwu Dynasty is estimated to be only a few.

The competition is so fierce that even if the emperor is a relative of the country, there will be no special treatment.

He can be so confident in inviting Lan Luo to join the Divine Sword Pavilion together, thinking about his own strength, he will not be far behind.

Without thinking too much, Xiao Chen smiled slightly: "Continue to lead the way." ”