Seeing that the thirty-nine top arrogant sons were scattered, Xue Daoheng was stunned and looked at Baoyu stupidly.

"Can you really shoot ten thousand taels of gentlemen's swords with the Bidiao Sky Tearing Bow, even if you have a hundred thousand miles of Jintai......"

"Can't shoot. Baoyu waved his hand directly.

"Huh?"

Xue Daoheng was stunned with Bu Changding.

In the face of their dull eyes, Baoyu was also a little entangled, and his nineteen-year-old face, which had grown into a handsome face, was about to wrinkle together......

"I don't see if you're all powerful, I tried it for a while, but I didn't need it. ”

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Snowflakes are like blooming flowers, floating wantonly between heaven and earth.

Perhaps because of the strength of Xue Daoheng and Bu Changding, the clouds scattered and swept in these hundreds of miles, and it didn't take long for goose feathers and heavy snow to fall......

In the snowflakes, a figure gradually appeared, one of them was wearing a big golden dragon robe, and Weathered Dream stood behind him, and beside this person, stood an elegant man in green clothes.

The man was a little weak, and he looked like a little white face, but it was obvious that the Son of Heaven of Nanning Kingdom was even lower in the face of this person, and his face was full of flattering smiles......

"Your Majesty doesn't have to be like this, my Confucianism worships the prince of heaven and earth, how can you say that you are also a son of heaven, how can you be humble to Fenglin?"

Wang Lun spoke very gently, and Hua Zhengde of Nanning Kingdom scolded in his heart, and even the face of the weathered dream was wrong.

Confucianism worships the prince of heaven and earth?

That's right, but Wang Lun is from the Yamen of the Six Sects of Confucianism, and this Yamen is notoriously bohemian.

Li Taibai dared to let Sheng Tang's favorite concubine give him wine, Wang Lun was Li Taibai's friend, and he didn't feel strange when he kicked him in the face......

So, Hua Zhengde's smile became more and more flattering, looking at the mess below, and the old face couldn't help but say: "Let the envoy smile, my Nanning is just a small country, but now, I have let the descendants of the countries bully my head."

The envoy smiled, and smiled......"

"How so?"

Wang Lun shook the feather fan in his hand: "The cold silkworm is interesting, if you become a subordinate Tianjiao, Feng Lin still wants to accept one more disciple, that Shangguan Rong is not bad, but I don't know where I learned the martial arts sword technique, and I wasted the gentleman's sword of the ten thousand taels in vain......

Well, forget worries and no dreams? It's a pity, love is deep-rooted, and I can't enter Yamen without my chic and uninhibited taste. ”

Hearing Wang Lun say this, Hua Zhengde was just laughing.

No matter what Wang Lun said, even if he praised his offspring to the sky, Hua Zhengde didn't dare to listen seriously, what a behemoth Sheng Tang Yamen was, it was not a cross-world arrogance, it was not even qualified to be looked at by others......

"You think I'm fake?"

Wang Lun glanced at the past, and the mere bachelor's degree actually made Hua Zhengde, a genius who is comparable to the strength of a university scholar, tremble.

He chuckled and said, "It's okay, anyway, your Nanning Kingdom has fallen into the True Dragon Balance......

Fair, my Confucian pride must be fair, this time Fenglin will give you Nanning Guoji a first, if you dare to meddle in the affairs of the pride of the future son, it is not me Wang Fenglin who comes, but Li Taibai, he is powerful, you should know. ”

"The envoy is angry, and please put out the wrath of the thunder for the time being! The small country will not dare, absolutely not!"

Hua Zhengde sweated like rain, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

The weight on the left is the quality and quantity of the proud son produced, but the weight on the right is the mistake made by the son of the country.

If the balance is tilted to the right, one inch will kill the son of heaven of the subject country, and if it is two inches, it will exterminate the royal family, and it will subvert the dynasty!

Thinking of this, Hua Zhengde just wanted to kneel down and kowtow, what kind of genius demeanor, that can't be enjoyed as a small life......

Wang Lun didn't care what scared the Son of Heaven into him, touched his lips, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Speaking of this true dragon balance, it seems that the Taoists have given a treasure like their cross-world Tianjiao, which should be an imitation, but it has also fallen into the face of my Confucian Six Sects......

Those three Taoist states don't need to exist anymore. ”

Poof!

Hua Zhengde's knees knelt on the ground, and he wanted to throw himself to the ground again......

On the bank of a tortuous river, Xue Daoheng and Bu Changding were healing, while Baoyu used a branch to tie two fatty fish, pricked them, peeled off the scales, hollowed out the internal organs, and set up a bonfire to smear oil and roast.

All three of them had a straight pillar of light on their cuffs, reaching straight into the sky.

The light was very soft, but Baoyu knew that this pillar of light could be seen by the entire Nanning Kingdom......

"Three hours of manifestation of the pillar of light, and another three hours of hiding. ”

Baoyu took out the voice transmission bell and looked at it, the pillar of light was rushed out from the sound transmission mother bell, and there was also a unique explanation.

In addition to saying the time limit of three hours, it also reminded "very kindly": If you are afraid of death, you can just take advantage of the three hours when there is no pillar of light, and just drive a flat boat to run hard.

It's just that if you are unlucky enough to run into the place of the stronger, you have to ask for more blessings......

"Amazing, Sheng Tang is really powerful, he can control the sound transmission copper bell, and he can also locate the coordinates, isn't that the pride of the Eight Thousand Kingdoms under the control of others?"

Baoyu muttered, flipped over and over his own transmission ring, and suddenly looked at an ancient Yin Shang oracle bone inscription inside the bell.

He dared to guarantee that there was no such text before, but now when the pillar of light is manifested, this text comes out inexplicably......

"It's a 'Ya' word, then, my voice transmission bell belongs to the Yamen of the six Confucian gates, and it is really fateful. ”

Baoyu thought of Jia Yucun and felt that he could go back and ask, so he stuffed the voice transmission bell back into his cuffs.

He looked at the thirty-nine cyan pillars of light in the distance in the air, thirty of them were grouped, but three of them were separated, one alone and one two together......

"The two should be forgetful and dreamless, their abilities are weird, even if they want to huddle, they will be expelled out, well, it should be of some use. ”

Baoyu touched his lips, his eyes flashed with a smile that seemed to be a smile, and he looked at the last smile: "Then this one, is it a cold silkworm?" No, it is more likely to be Shangguan Rong......

Shangguan Rong was injured, and he was afraid that he would be treated as a soft persimmon, so he had to hide himself. ”

Baoyu was thinking about it, and Xue Daoheng had woken up.

He looked at the pillar of light on his cuffs, pointed to the grilled fish bubbling with fragrant grease, and said, "Soft." ”

As soon as one word came out, all the small spines in the grilled fish were soft, and he opened his mouth to gnaw on them, and ate the three-pound grilled fish in three or two clicks......

"Brother Baoyu, I said that you are really leisurely and elegant, this fish was actually made by you?"

Xue Daoheng ate the taste, it was very mellow, and there was no feeling that other people's talent was retained.

Baoyu spat once, and saw that Bu Changding also woke up, and quickly occupied the remaining one, and it was all kinds of busy work of piercing fish, removing thorns and peeling scales, and he couldn't taste it himself.

If you want to eat, you can use your own words and methods......

Grunt, Bu Changding swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hand, and a big fish flew into his palm from the river, and it was still ripe in mid-air, and when he took a bite, he felt that the taste was not very good.

He looked at the pillar of light over there and said with a smile, "What are they doing, Leng Silkworm, and you are still frightened by the arrow you didn't emit?"

"Probably not, but they can't be relieved either. ”

Baoyu saw many pillars of light moving towards him, stood up, and patted his buttocks: "Let's go, wait for the last ten days, and then it will be exciting......

Ninety days is really hard.

The pillar of light appeared in three hours, and then disappeared in three hours, and every time the pillar of light appeared, Baoyu and the others fled with all their might.

Leng Silkworm and the others also surrounded with all their might, but once the pillar of light disappeared, they immediately lost the trace of Baoyu.

It's no wonder that they don't blame them, it's really Baoyu who learned a lot of concealment methods from Lang Qingxuan, but on the contrary, literati are not good at tracking techniques.

So, as the ninety days passed slowly as you chased me, the dense thirty-six pillars of light gradually spread out and became sparse......

The sun is still shining in the daytime, and the snow goose feathers are heavy at night, and there is a leaf flat boat to travel, and everyone's flight speed is extremely fast, and naturally they also experience the mysterious feeling of spring and autumn.

Not only that, among the many proud sons of Nanning, there are also mysterious and particularly subtle killing opportunities that have begun to appear......

At the beginning of Dabi, someone said that in the end, who can get the three yuan, it all depends on the number of transmission of the original bell in his hand, now three months have passed, there are only ten days left, and now, everyone still has only one transmission of the original bell in their hands.

The happiest thing is to forget worries and no dreams, and they have been very careful to avoid everyone, including the weakest Murong Zhen, if things develop like this, they only need to give the sound transmission bell to one person, and they will properly get the middle three yuan.

They don't care about the name of the three-yuan proud son, but they care about the one-night golden boat as a reward, with this kind of treasure, they can follow the Bodhi son to the ends of the earth;

Leng Silkworm doesn't care, and even has started to play the flute and drink every day, he doesn't provoke others, and no one dares to provoke him, and his life is very leisurely.

But in the early morning of the ninety-first day......

"Leng Silkworm, the slave family asked you to kill Jia Baoyu, but you are at ease here?"

Suddenly, the sound of the cold silkworm's flute stopped, and the beloved snow-white piccolo was pinched into pieces by slender fingers, and a scarlet daqi appeared behind him, and the killing machine reflected the goose feather snow in the sky......

"Night, such as, ritual ......!!!!"

A cold wind swayed out from the snow-white teeth of the cold silkworm, and a name was bitten out word by word.

His expression was hideous, as if he was devouring the flesh and blood of a baby: "Brother Baoyu is already difficult to become a three-yuan arrogant son, what are you still looking for me?"

"Hehe, Sanyuan Proud Son, do you think the slave family cares about this name?"

Ye Ruyi's voice was crisp, like a yellow bird in the early morning: "No matter what Sanyuan pride the slave family is, they want you to behead Jia Baoyu with your own hands."

Remember, you are the person designated by the slave family, maybe one day, the slave family will add fragrance to your red sleeves, so you must behead Jia Baoyu. 2k reading network