In the Dacheng Hall of the Sage Academy, a sword from outside the sky of Kong Xitang stabbed down, and he suddenly felt that there was a pair of eyes in the sky staring directly at him, and the sword intent in his hand was broken, and under the giant sword, Li Yuanhao, who was dressed in a white dress, spit purple gold breath in his mouth, resisted the way of heaven with one hand, and got up suddenly.

A big hand broke through the layers of aura above the sky of the Holy City and landed on the Dacheng Hall, in the eyes of ordinary people, everything in the Holy City was fine, the sky was blue and the wind was clear, and the wind and sun were beautiful, but in the eyes of the cultivators, a huge pillar of light fell from the sky and smashed heavily in the Sage Academy.

Outside the academy, Kong Junci was in a hurry and was about to get out, but was blocked by Huang Chunfeng's sword qi.

Kong Dao Buddha rose from the ground, and before he could shoot into the Sage Academy, his legs and feet were grabbed by Liu Baitong, thrown out, and fell heavily to the ground.

In the north of the Holy City, a red suit and a gray suit are entangled together, and a cloud of blood mist often explodes in the air, I don't know if it is Duan Hong's sleeves or the gray one.

In a valley south of the Holy City, Han Xianba's silver spear had been broken from the middle by Zhan Tianyou's punch, and Zhan Tianyou's chest was also picked out by Han Xianba's terrifying blood groove.

Dacheng Hall seemed to be safe and sound, but Kong Xitang in the hall felt that a force of heaven and earth was seriously pressed on his shoulders, and his knees couldn't help but kneel on the ground, the stone slabs under his knees were torn apart, and the sand table in front of him shook for a while, and Li Yuanhao in the pavilion and pavilion suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and she was almost unstable, but she knew that the layout of Tai'an City had begun to work at this time, and her body swept sharply, sweeping towards the three-story building.

Kong Xitang endured the huge pressure, suppressed the blood that poured up, and slowly stood up, suddenly, Kong Mo slapped his shoulder with one hand, and the majestic aura of the Holy Father of Yan continued to enter the body of the third dean of the academy, moistening Kong Xitang's internal organs: "Holy Father!"

Kong Mo smiled slightly: "Today's incident is completely beyond expectations, in fact, if you don't come back, Xitang, staying in the Southern Liang Sword Sect may not be a bad thing." I know you don't care about the honor or disgrace of the academy, but in the end, I have caused you to do a lot of things you don't like. ”

"Holy Father, you are not wrong about what happened back then!" Kong Xitang slowly closed his eyes, and the chaotic aura gradually calmed down.

"Hey, I can't tell right from wrong, I still prefer the days when you call me senior brother to the title of Holy Father. Kong Mo sighed softly.

Kong Xitang opened his eyes suddenly, the wooden sword in his hand was suspended in the air, and the sword qi burst out, like a swimming dragon, he taught the disciples of the Sword Sect poetry in the Nanliang Sword Sect, the disciples of the Sword Sect only knew that Mr. Xitang had a good temper and good learning, but they did not know that Mr. Xitang's cultivation talent was even more amazing, the Southern Liang Sword Sect was famous for its swordsmanship, the most difficult swordsmanship was the nine styles of the Sword Sect, among which the most difficult was the Dragon Style, even if the talented cultivation genius had to practice for three years and five years, and now the fastest record is Zhao Xingtu, it only took three days, but Kong Xitang was faster than him, and he learned it after only reading it once, but Dean Xitang did not think that this matter was worth showing off, What really made him feel proud was that a certain person wrote a letter to the female disciple of the Sword Sect to express his admiration for him, and the admiration between the lines suddenly made the three deans refreshed and felt that life was beautiful.

A sword qi swimming dragon, under the traction of Kong Xitang, finally gathered together, soaring into the sky, seemingly indestructible pillars of light, under the sword qi of Kong Xitang, suddenly became fragile, instantly became fragmented, this sword qi traced back to the source, along the thin silk dots of clues, straight to the Northern Wei Tai'an City, and Kong Xitang is also bleeding from the seven orifices, looking extremely miserable.

Yinghua Palace, with a loud bang, the mirage that Huang Hanting had been working hard for seven days exploded as if it had been hit by a huge blow.

Wei Mocheng slowly withdrew his hand, put it behind him, didn't look at the mess on the ground, and slowly spoke: "It's in front of Xiaolou." ”

Li Yuanhao walked through the poetry hall again, appeared in front of that small building, she had walked here, but was blown away by Kong Mo's punch, and went out of the academy again, standing in front of the flower garden at the moment, sad and speechless, she was not a person with a strong heart, but soft and good at crying, she couldn't stand life and leave, and couldn't bear to say goodbye, opened her mouth, her throat squirmed, and whispered: "Sir, you haven't seen me in women's clothes." ”

Silent again, tears poured out unconsciously, squirming, one after another, falling on the scorched land, and the stout sapling in the snow-capped mountains and sea swayed gently, as if to comfort her.

"Who are you, why are you crying?" A childish voice came from the small building, and a child suddenly pushed open the window of the three-story small building and looked down: "Don't say that the wind and sand here are big and blind, these are all adults deceiving children, I am not a child." ”

Li Yuanhao was stunned, couldn't help but want to laugh, wiped away his tears, looked at the cute child holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing?"

"My name is Kong Qingyu, I am paying tribute to my eldest sister, today is the Double Ninth Festival, the Double Ninth Festival ascends to the top to pay tribute, you don't even know this kind of thing, right? The child lowered his head and sorted out the chrysanthemums in his hands, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at Li Yuanhao with interest.

"Who is your eldest sister?" asked Li Yuanhao.

"My eldest sister is my eldest sister, Kong Wanting. Saying this name, Kong Qingyu folded his hands in fear and bowed to the sky: "Zi said, don't call the elders by their names, eldest sister, you are a lot, you don't care about the rudeness of the herring." ”

Li Yuanhao frowned, stared at Kong Qingyu for a long time, this child's appearance is so familiar, and his broad eyebrows are a little exaggerated, and he is a little similar to Kong Feili and Kong Xiaoyu, Kong Qingyu has been stared at by Li Yuanhao for a long time, and his face can't help but blush slightly.

"Kong Qingyu, let me ask you, do you have a star-shaped birthmark on your back?" Li Yuanhao suddenly asked.

Kong Qingyu suddenly straightened up, subconsciously touched his back, and asked in surprise: "How do you know?!"

"I'm a fairy!" Sure enough, Li Yuanhao knew in his heart, Kong Mo slaughtered more than 300 members of the Kong family, no matter what the reason, there were a few fish that slipped through the net, Kong Fei carp and weaving and dyeing escaped from the fishing net, all the way away, and the reason why this Kong herring fish was able to survive, this is to ask Kong Mo, maybe it is a moment of soft-heartedness, in terms of age, when the destruction of Kong happens, Kong Qingyu should still be in infancy, or it may be that Kong Mo imprisoned Kong Wanting in this three-story building.

"You brag, there is no so-called immortal in the world!" Kong Qingyu said.

Li Yuanhao laughed: "Kong Qingyu, maybe one day you can see your loved ones!"

"My dearest father-in-law is my dearest person, my father-in-law is amazing, everyone calls him the Holy Father!" Kong Qingyu said proudly.

Li Yuanhao did not explain, and pointed to the chrysanthemum in front of Kong Qingyu: "Give me a bouquet, and I will also worship my ancestors." ”

Kong Qingyu thought about it, showed a look of embarrassment, and finally comforted himself that "a gentleman is not stingy", separated a bunch from a large bouquet of chrysanthemums, and threw it to Li Yuanhao: "I don't have much, you can't be too little." ”

Li Yuanhao caught the chrysanthemum, smiled, and put the blooming chrysanthemum in front of the flower garden: "Sir, I'll go first, don't worry, I'll come back later." ”

Vaguely, she seemed to see him in a white-haired green dress and a pretty yellow dress standing in front of her, smiling at her.