Oh.

The little girl replied softly, and immediately put her hands behind her back to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Instead, she asked with a smile, "Xiao Chu'er, where have you been busy in the past two years?" ”

"Take care of something."

Chu Xuan put a purple-robed Qingfeng around his neck and replied seriously.

Qing Feng's two pink flesh fists wrapped around Chu Xuan's neck, his eyes were bright, still familiar taste, still familiar with him.

That's nice.

At this time, many young disciples of the Funeral Flower Sect were practicing diligently.

Unlike other cities.

In this first royal city in the territory of China, it has always been martial.

In addition, in recent years, there have been endless figures.

Many chivalrous young people have directly joined various sects, eager to one day make a name for themselves in this steel-clad city.

Who's a young man, he doesn't want to be famous in the rivers and lakes, and his elegance is peerless.

How.

There are too many disputes in these rivers and lakes, and the people who are in them may not feel very good.

For example, the little girl above Chu Xuan's head was deceived by various legends, and she was only a few years old, so she was bent on learning martial arts.

and made an oath to be the purple-clothed peerless swordsman in the future.

Put down the blue edge.

Chu Xuan squatted in front of her, carefully straightening out the slightly wrinkled purple robe for her, and said without a good air, "It's cold, can you wear more?" ”

Qing Feng glared and said righteously, "Impossible. ”

"Why?" Chu Xuan questioned.

"I want to be a chivalrous woman, I must pay attention to my image, wrap myself like a meat dumpling, how to show my chivalrous and heroic posture?"

A bunch of gibberish.

It's ridiculous.

Chu Xuan raised his hand and gave Qing Feng a chestnut.

Qing Feng shrank his head and said cautiously, "You don't like me like this?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"Alright then, I'll listen to you in the future."

A set of purple robes, an unusually dazzling Qingfeng, lowered his head, looked at the gift box pitifully, and asked knowingly, "What is here?" ”

"Your birthday cake." Chu Xuan blinked.

"Oh yes."

Qing Feng suddenly danced happily, and finally patted Chu Xuan's head, looking like a little adult, "Xiao Chu'er is very sensible, I like you like this." ”

If you let the outside world know.

Someone dared to slap the head of the third prince of the Chu family so grandly, for fear that he would scare a group of people to death.

However, Chu Xuan didn't mind.

In other words, he has never had any so-called shelf against Qingfeng.

It's time.

A car, parked slowly at the door of the funeral flower pie.

From the carriage, four or five people walked out of the room, led by a graceful and noble woman, holding in her hand, a young man in his early teens.

The back of the boy's head has a slender braid.

The facial features are not handsome, but the temperament is good.

Almost at the same time, the funeral flower faction was up and down, and there was a shock.

Many elderly people, walking in a hurry, ran to the door respectfully and solemnly greeted them.

"Grandpa Chen, what's going on?"

Qing Feng noticed a familiar face, so he asked in a milky voice.

"Huarong Dao, Jin Kang, the youngest son of the head of the Jin family, is coming to the funeral flower sect to practice martial arts, reported today."

The old man, whose real name was Chen Qingshan, hurriedly dropped this sentence, and his eyes motioned for Qingfeng to play by himself.

Huarong Road?

If Chu Xuan remembers correctly, it should be a small town located in the imperial capital.

Although the scale is not large.

However, thanks to the influence of the imperial capital, in that place, one person has the final say, and they are all personalities.

Qing Feng probed his brain and looked at it twice, and leaned quietly next to Chu Xuan.

"Xiao Chu'er, are you coming this time, will you leave soon?"

Qing Feng held up his chin and asked Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan acted like a trick, took out a mask, and avoided the topic, "Do you like it or not?" ”

Qingfeng's eyes lit up.

snatched the mask with both hands, put it on his face seriously, and then took a pose lamely, babbling, "Xiao Chu'er, do you look at me, do you look like a peerless empress?" ”

"Hey, I'm Empress Qingfeng, who dares to come out to fight?"

The girl has an interest in someone.

Once, more than once, longed to be a peerless figure like him.

Sure enough, Qing Feng took off his silver-gray female mask and said in disappointment, "Xiao Chu'er, you say, Thousand-faced Langjun, will it never appear?" ”

A thousand faces.

Once in the imperial capital, the existence of masters of all walks of life in the same generation.

In the past few days, he has won more than 200 games in a row, and has no defeat record, known as the young generation, a well-deserved legend.

Unfortunately, it was short-lived.

On the shores of West Lake.

The final battle is over.

Someone witnessed him take off his mask and throw it into West Lake, and since then, he has disappeared without a trace, and a generation of legends has officially been launched on the stage.

A few years passed.

No one knows who he really is.

I don't know, what does he look like?

"A person who has never met before, is it necessary to be so concerned?"

Chu Xuan rubbed Qing Feng's little head and pretended to be puzzled.

Qing Feng tilted his body, leaned into Chu Xuan's arms, and said in a low tone, "But he is really powerful, Qing Feng wants to be like that." ”

The dragon saw the tail but did not see the head.

Although, it is no longer in the rivers and lakes.

However, there are his legends everywhere in the rivers and lakes.

Chu Xuan smiled dumbly and fell into deep thought.

Back then, the last battle of Xizi Lake helped him successfully reach the top of the Twelve Realms, and he was successful in half a step, and after that, there was a peerless legend of a thousand faces between heaven and earth.

However, there is a genuine invincible person in the Twelve Realms.

If it weren't for the purple robe's repeated mention, in his lifetime, the thousand-faced Langjun would not have appeared in the imperial capital.

Can......

"Would you really like to see him again?" Chu Xuan retracted his expression and asked in a solemn tone.

Qing Feng blinked his eyes wide, and Qi Ji said, "Yes, not only do I want to see him, but I also hope that he can have a fight with the third prince of Chu!" ”

Chu Xuan, "......"

"Still don't want to, right?" Chu Xuan was speechless.

"Why? The third prince of Chu is almost the strongest of the younger generation now, right? I heard that last night ......"

When Qing Feng said this, he covered his mouth, approached Chu Xuan's ear, and said mysteriously, "Last night, the third prince of Chu, the Ye royal family who was pressed by one person, was silent. ”

"What do you do with these rumors?" Chu Xuan pretended not to like it.

Qing Feng glared and said unashamedly, "I am a person in the rivers and lakes, and this kind of grand event that is rare in the rivers and lakes in a hundred years should be concerned." ”

The rhetoric is convincing and old-fashioned.

It was hard for Chu Xuan to imagine that a little girl of seven or eight years old would have such a clever speech.

"You'll see him, I promise." Chu Xuan hugged Qing Feng in his arms and muttered to himself.

Qing Feng's ears pricked up, and he asked urgently, "Thousand-faced Langjun?" ”

"Hmm."

"You said this, don't lie to me."

"I kid you not."

The little girl put her hands on her cheeks and smiled.

Chu Xuan squatted beside the purple robe, doing what he could, and he also held his chin and stood side by side with him.

Like, years later.

She is a generation of empresses, and she is shoulder to shoulder with him, hand in hand to retreat from the enemy!

(End of chapter)