Chapter 492: Confucian in Tsing Yi
In the quiet small stone pool, the weather is already thousands of miles at this moment.
The weak woman named Huang Aya Sha was surprisingly angry at the moment, staring at the middle-aged man on the edge of the stone pool, and she was murderous. Then the whole person came out like a phoenix and went towards the phoenix.
Looking at the woman with an angry face in front of him, Huang Xuanzhi's expression suddenly became lonely, but the corners of his mouth raised a happy arc.
"The little sister is finally willing to talk to herself...... Only if this is the case, is she willing to pay attention to her big brother?"
The smile on the corner of Huang Xuanzhi's mouth became lonely again.
Buzz.
As soon as Huang Ayasha's body rushed out, a silver barrier appeared in the sky above the edge of the small stone pool, which seemed to be as thin as water, but it was terrifying to the extreme, and the silver light flashed slightly, and the woman rebounded straight into the stone pool.
Subsequently, countless silver rune chains appeared in the entire space of the stone pool, crisscrossing and crisscrossing the entire space, cutting and imprisoning the entire space into countless pieces.
On the small stone pool, the woman who rebounded back was tightly restrained by the silver rune chains, unable to move, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and her face became extremely pale, making her already very weak body look extremely helpless.
Looking at the woman's appearance of being bound to death, Huang Xuanzhi's face turned completely cold. Not against the woman, but at the silver rune power in this space that even he was helpless.
Huang Xuanzhi naturally didn't dare to stimulate the woman in the slightest, and his body swept and appeared next to Huang Ayasha. took out a clean silk scarf and gently wiped the blood from the corner of the woman's mouth, and said softly:
"Although the eldest brother still doesn't think that it is right for you and Lin Changtian to be together, the eldest brother understands that those two children are innocent!"
On the stone pool, the woman who was bound did not appreciate it, but just raised her eyes and stared at Huang Xuanzhi with an indifferent gaze.
"You and I are both from a big family, although we are extremely noble in front of people, which makes the world extremely envious, but I also understand what it means to be 'not free', the eldest brother is now in charge of the iron law of the clan, and many things are also involuntary!"
Huang Xuanzhi squatted beside the woman, meticulously straightening out the latter's messy green silk.
Huang Ayasa's expression still did not change in the slightest.
Huang Xuanzhi sighed slightly, "Don't worry, although the Great Heavenly Master has found those two phoenixes, he has never been able to find the qi of the two of them, and it seems that they have been deliberately covered up!"
"As long as the two of them don't use the Phoenix Martial Spirit, it's not easy to find it for a while......
"And even if you find them and take them back to the clan, they shouldn't be harmed, after all, they have the blood of my Phoenix clan!"
Huang Xuanzhi comforted.
"Do you believe it?"
The woman said suddenly, with a thick resentment in her voice.
Huang Xuanzhi's face suddenly froze, and then he just said: "Everything is with the eldest brother! When I was a child, when the little sister made a mistake, it was not the eldest brother who carried it." The last time the eldest brother couldn't carry it, you were locked up here for eighteen years. But the eldest brother is still the same eldest brother......"
Huang Ayasha lowered her head slightly, unable to see her expression clearly, but after a long silence, she asked faintly, "...... Are you alright?"
"I don't know!"
Huang Xuanzhi frowned and shook his head, "It's just that Cangxue should have experienced Nirvana twice?" , it's only one time away from being able to make the realm soar!"
Hearing this, the woman did not have the slightest joy, but tears fell like a curtain. Phoenix Nirvana?? What a painful thing that is......
At such a young age, how can you go through Nirvana twice?? Finish?
The heart of the phoenix silk yarn is like a knife twisted!
Huang Xuanzhi sighed slightly, comforted the woman for a while, and walked out of the grotto. The majestic figure of the dragon and tiger suddenly became lonely at the moment when he walked out of the grotto.
The look on his face was so excited. In the eyes of the little sister, she is not the big brother who can shelter her from the wind and rain after all.
It's more distant than a stranger.
Younger sister...... Big brother is a little tired!
Outside the grotto, Huang Xuanzhi rubbed his cheeks with both hands, then exhaled a long breath and left the grotto looking extremely majestic.
In the grotto, after Huang Xuanzhi left, the woman came back to her senses and looked up, looking at the place where the figure had long disappeared, her expression was unprecedentedly complicated.
The big brother is still the same big brother.
can be born in a big family, and there are too many things that I can't help myself. Otherwise, how could the family be scattered?
......
The green hills are lush and the breeze is gentle!
It was like lying in the mountains of a dead man, and I don't know when a Confucian in green clothes appeared.
It looks quite delicate and elegant, just like this green mountain.
The Confucian in Tsing Yi was only twenty years old, carrying his bags and walking in the mountains and forests. The walk is not fast, and it seems to have a strong interest in enjoying the scenery along the way.
The grass swaying in the breeze, the chirping of birds in the forest, the sound of the 'yarn' of the leaves rubbing against each other, and the gentle golden debris of the sun shining through the mottled cracks of the leaves. All make the Confucian students in Tsing Yi pleasing to the eye and happy in spirit.
Then, the Confucian in Tsing Yi unloaded the bags behind him, carefully took out the pen, ink and paper, squatted down and watched the ants move under his feet, and traced them with interesting strokes.
About half an hour later, the Confucian in Tsing Yi re-embarked on the road and headed towards the top of the mountain.
At this time, there was an extra scroll in the latter's hand, some yellowed and old, which was held in the hand of the young man, and pointed out the country with the wave of his arm.
"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Fly in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky!"
"Zi is not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish? Zi is not me, how do you know that I don't know how to be happy with it?"
"Haha...... I see how charming Qingshan is, and I think Qingshan should be like this when he sees me!"
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Along the way, the Confucian students in Tsing Yi stopped and stopped, and it seemed that the ultimate goal was to ascend to the heights. The mouth constantly recited the articles that have been passed down through the ages, which seems a little casual, and does not have the rigor and old-fashioned of Confucianism.
But in this way, it seems that the latter is even more bookish, fast and chic!
The Confucian students in Tsing Yi stopped and stopped, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain at dusk.
The latter looked at the surging sea of clouds in front of him, and under the unique afterglow of the setting sun, it turned into a sea of gold mixed with red, and the weather was extraordinarily myriad.
Seeing such a magnificent scene, the young man probably felt that carrying his bags affected his chic demeanor, so he quickly unloaded it. Then, the young man's footsteps suddenly became much lighter, and he walked towards the misty sea of clouds, with excitement on his face, and wanted to write a poem to express his extremely agitated mood.
"For example, not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes...... For example, I am standing on the top of a high mountain with a long short sword...... For example, the mountains climb to the top and point to the stars, they are all good poems!"
The young man thought so.
Poof.
When the young man was expressing his words, he was tripped over something and planted a dog to eat......