Fifteen miles west of the first line, there is a deserted mountain temple.

The one who is enshrined is the Emperor Yao of the Five Emperors of the Ancient World.

The royal family of Daqin respects water virtue, so there are many water virtue temple in the territory of Western Qin.

There is a group of people sitting in the temple, many clothes are dark, and they are also the color of water.

The theory of national fortune is the royal road in the current world.

In front of Emperor Yao Xiang in the temple, a bonfire was raised.

Mo Fei didn't do it next to another girl, although she can be regarded as one of the few celebrities in Xianyang City, but she still can't be compared with the demon.

Dongfang Yiren didn't care, covered in black veil, dressed in black clothes, sitting alone, playing with a withered branch in his hand.

In the quiet mountain temple, Mo Fei asked Cheng Yaohua in a low voice: "Senior Brother Cheng, you said that if the shaman in the grassland does not protect Qingyun Village, then after today, those bandits in Qingyun Village will not be torn apart by the Jixia School Palace?" ”

Cheng Yaohua smiled when he heard this, and after cautiously glancing at Dongfang Yiren not far away, he hesitated, and said: "Let Senior Brother Hou tell you about this matter, he knows this kind of thing better." ”

Hou Yuchun: "......"

This damn thing, talking about the length of the martial saint, even if it is behind the back, there is a suspicion of death.

This Soul Separation Knife is really insidious!

He snorted and sneered in his heart, and made up his mind to find the field sooner or later, but his face was already full of smiles, and he didn't shirk it, and said to Mo Fei: "Little Feifei, do you think, this is not afraid of ten thousand things, just in case, who can take the mind of the quasi-martial saint?" We all know that the martial saint is the most holy in the world, ignoring the red dust and mundane things, and waiting for idle and noble feet to fall into the dust. But in case people think about it and want to be happy......"

"Phew!"

After understanding the meaning of the words, Mo Fei smacked Hou Yuchun fiercely, and said angrily: "It's not serious all day long, and whatever words come to your mouth can't be changed!" ”

Having said that, his eyes cautiously glanced at the nearby Dongfang Yiren.

Speaking of which, isn't it because of why this identity is so detached......

Mo Fei herself was already quite unique, because her father was an elder of the Black Ice Terrace Grandmaster.

However, compared with the Oriental Yiren, she is simply out of reach.

She still remembers that there was a prince in Xianyang back then, and she didn't know whether she was dizzy or bumped into a guest, and said at a banquet that she would accept Dongfang Yiren as a side concubine, and praised her for her good color, full size, big buttocks, and good work in bed......

Mo Fei clearly remembered that because of this remark, the originally warm atmosphere of the banquet cooled down in an instant.

The cold sweat of everyone around the prince flowed down, including some high-ranking and powerful court bigwigs.

The drunken prince was hurriedly sent back to the palace, and the banquet was dispersed on the spot.

Murphy wondered why he was here.

As a result, she didn't even have to wait until the next day to know the reason, and Dongfang Yiren broke into the Qin Palace alone that night.

In front of Emperor Qin, he cut off half of the prince's tongue and brought it back to feed the dog.

Although the Black Ice Platform later wanted to severely punish the Dongfang Yiren, it was stopped by Emperor Qin's strict decree, and the Black Ice Platform was never allowed to move a finger of the Dongfang Yiren.

The prince was also accused of "being careless in his words and deeds, and acting absurdly" and was deposed as a commoner.

Is Emperor Qin afraid of the Black Ice Platform Master?

Of course not, the Black Ice Terrace is no different from the other two holy places, never interferes in the government affairs, never mixes people into the army, and rarely even pays attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

They are a group of extremists, except for martial arts, who are only dedicated to protecting the imperial system of the dynasty and suppressing the national fortunes of a country.

Why has there never been a case of a powerful minister usurping the throne in the three major dynasties, even if the country has a young master?

It is because there is a holy place.

And Dongfang Aoba, the master of the Black Ice Stage, almost never appears in front of people, and even Emperor Qin doesn't see it a few times a year.

And there was an incident that once happened, which has long proved that Dongfang Aoba is a person who is definitely worthy of the trust of the Qin royal family.

Even when faced with the choice of family affection......

It was precisely because of that incident that the rupture between Dongfang Yi and Dongfang Aoba was caused.

Dongfang Yiren even swore in front of the bigwigs of Great Qin that they would take revenge on Dongfang Qingye at all costs.

It is said that over the years, Oriental Aoba has also rarely seen Oriental Yi people.

But even so, the identity of the Dongfang Yi people is still transcendent.

Didn't Emperor Qin love his prince?

No.

In the end, I'm just worried about the "what if".

It involves the Martial Saint, and no one wants to take this risk.

It's not worth it.

After Mo Fei figured it out, he wondered again: "But what Senior Sister Dongfang said just now ......"

If Qingyunzhai does not know the depth and shallowness of the situation, it is self-defeating.

Is it wrong?

Hou Yuchun looked at Mo Fei with caring eyes, and said with a smile: "Little Feifei, there is a degree to everything." For example, Qingyunzhai is just a cottage nest after all, how deep can you have a deep friendship with the great shaman of Beicang? It's fine if they do their part, but others are a little scheming about what happens. But if they pull the wolf flag of the holy shaman of Beicang and do whatever they want, won't they be dead? They themselves are restless, and it is impossible for others to retreat again and again, and after taking advantage of the reason, there is always a way to destroy them. It's actually very simple......"

Mo Fei listened to this, but he didn't want to see Hou Yuchun's smug virtue, and blurted out: "Then you say, this Beicang shaman has just become a martial saint, why didn't our Black Ice Platform join forces with the Jixia School Palace and the Imperial City Division, and the three martial saints killed him together?" He has just been sanctified and wants to ......"

"Shut up!"

The more Mo Fei spoke, the more he felt that he was reasonable, seeing Hou Yuchun's face change suddenly, he thought that he was moved by her intelligence, and was about to continue talking, but he heard the sharp scolding of her Lao Tzu Mo Yunkong above.

She had never been reprimanded like this by her father, who had always doted on her, especially in front of everyone.

Tears flowed out of Mo Fei's eyes, and Hou Yuchun on the side was distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Little Feifei, as long as a family and a sect produce a grandmaster, then luck will be endless. If the grandmaster does not die, the family sect can survive forever, because no one can easily afford the assassination of a grandmaster after tearing his face. No one dared to do that when Kuchar was not sanctified, let alone now? Don't even think about this idea, once you can't make a move, the world will be in chaos. If people hear what you say, they will make a big mess, so Uncle Mo taught you a lesson...... Okay, okay, come on, come on, don't cry, let Brother Chunchun wipe you ......"

Mo Fei looked at someone who called himself "Brother Chunchun" like a ghost, his eyes were frightened.

you! What the heck?

On the side, Cheng Yaohua couldn't help laughing, Yao Yuefeng frowned and his face was solemn, and on the other side, a young man with an already cold complexion became more and more cold as snow.

His name is Wen Renyan.

It is one of the four heroes of the Black Ice Platform, second only to the Dongfang Yiren.

Known as the iron-faced Shura.

His gaze swept over Hou Yuchun like a knife, obviously very disgusted by this frivolity.

If he saw such a disciple in the Black Ice Terrace, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

But here he did not dare to make a mistake, because ......

Although the one sitting on it had been silent, Wen Renyan always felt that it was not a person sitting there, but a divine sword standing between heaven and earth.

The sword aura is eternal and vast.

This feeling was rarely felt by him when facing the many Grandmaster powerhouses in the Black Ice Terrace.

However, at this moment, Wen Renyan's hair suddenly rose all over her body, her pupils contracted into needles, and she suddenly turned her head and looked at the upper seat in shock.

One step ahead of his movements, it was Dongfang Yiren, her pretty face under the black veil was also full of shock, and her eyes looked at the man with a clear face and frosty white temples in the upper seat, only to see that the Heavenly Sword he was carrying was slowly suspended above his head, and the sword qi rushed straight to Xiao Han!

On his side, Mo Yunkong looked at the direction of the entrance of the mountain temple with a solemn face.

Dongfang Yiren, Wen Renyan, Yao Yuefeng, and Cheng Yaohua Heibingtai finally felt something at this moment, and stood up one after another, holding their blades in their hands, facing the direction of the temple gate.

Hou Yuchun pulled Mo Fei and quietly hid behind his Lao Tzu......

The entire temple was so quiet that you could hear a pin dropping, and the beeping and burning sound of the bonfire could be heard clearly.

Hou Wanqian, who had always been silent, looked indifferent, but his eyes were a little deep, looked at the direction of the temple gate, and said lightly: "The shaman has arrived, why not show up?" ”

As soon as this remark came out, the younger generation was very nervous.

And in the direction of the temple gate, a somewhat thin man in shaman clothes slowly appeared as if out of thin air.

Although there were many people in the temple, there seemed to be only one person in Kuchar's eyes.

Looking at this old friend who had known each other in private for decades and had struggled for decades, Kuchar sighed slightly in his heart.

He had to admit that in terms of talent, the one in front of him was by no means inferior to him.

Over the past few decades, the two have faced each other so many times, usually with the other side winning half the way.

It's a pity that this person doesn't have a heaven-level exercise.

Although it has been inherited from the sword mound thousands of years ago, it lacks the practice of taking the last step.

If not, it's really hard to say which of the two will take the last step first.

But fate is like this, one step away, the saint is different.

"You shouldn't be here."

Kuchar said lightly.

Hou Wanqian glanced at him, looked at the sky outside the temple gate with endless melancholy eyes, and said: "This is not Beicang." ”

Behind Hou Wanqian, Mo Fei, who was hiding with Hou Yuchun, suddenly whispered: "Little monkey, aren't we here to help Tumen Khan, let him not be killed by the rebels, why is it that their great shaman is looking for us now?" Did he make a mistake? ”

Hou Yuchun shook his head and said, "How do I know this?" However, I heard that this grassland shaman had gone crazy in his practice before, and he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. ”

Murphy was suspicious: "Then will he want to kill someone?" ”

Hou Yuchun snorted and said, "With my old man here, what are you afraid of?" ”

Mo Feiqi said: "Can your father block the Martial Saint?" ”

Hou Yuchun shook his head again and again and said: "My father can run away, and then he will kill more grassland people to avenge us." No one is born with ......"

Murphy believed it and asked, "Then what is he doing here?" ”

Hou Yuchun smiled: "How do I know? Maybe they're coming to see my dad, they're old friends......"

Mo Fei laughed angrily: "You are not in shape at all, and you don't look like your father at all." Your father is much better looking than you, and his voice is better than yours......"

Hou Yuchun squinted when he heard this: "You'd better not think about it, my father will definitely not find me a stepmother......

Mo Fei was furious when he heard this, his pretty face turned red, and he punched Hou Yuchun in the eye socket.

"Ouch!"

Hou Yuchun screamed, fell to the ground, and rolled to the middle of the field.

However, when he looked up, he found that Kuchar's figure was gone.

was about to rejoice, but when he looked back, he saw that his father Hou Wanqian was still standing there, but the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose were all overflowing red.

"Daddy!!"

"It's okay, leave."

……

Coming out of the mountain temple and walking out of the second mile, Kuchar suddenly stood on his feet, looked at the new bright moon after the rain, and sighed in his heart.

There are so many outstanding people in the Central Plains!

He stretched out his hand and looked at the wound in his palm, his eyes flickering.

Hou Wanqian didn't even have a complete inheritance of the sword mound, but he took half a step on the last step.

Although he was seriously injured, he did not retreat from a single step to take his martial saint-level palm, and he also injured him.

Why are there so many heroes in this world in the Central Plains......

……

Qingyun Village.

After Kuchar left, Hu Ning and Mi'er beggar Ke Dun also went to rest.

The leaders in the cottage gathered in the Juyi Hall, listening to Fang Lin in the middle of the hall screaming to announce the good news, with a smile on his face:

"From today on, as long as I Qingyunzhai doesn't die by myself, I will no longer have the worry of overturning!"

"Remember, from now on, no one in our Qingyun Village is allowed to die, just like Xiao Ning said, if you want to make money in harmony, you must make a fortune in a muffled voice!"

The room burst into laughter.

In the laughter, Lin Ning looked at the bride on the main seat.

Coincidentally, Tian Wuniang's eyes also looked at him.

Looking at the beautiful wife who looked like a goddess of the fairy palace, Lin Ning was extremely proud.

And Tian Wuniang's phoenix eyes also showed a close smile.

Thanks to you.

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