Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Blue Sparrow

Li Changfeng followed behind Mo Baiyang, the wind was whistling in his ears, the snow was wrapped in his feet, Mo Baiyang grew very tall, so Li Changfeng had to raise his face to see the other party's face, but he occasionally raised his head and saw a warm smile on Mo Baiyang's face.

It's just that although the smile is kind, the steps are not fast, step by step.

Li Changfeng said: "Mr. Mo, if we continue like this, I'm afraid we will have to go out of the big cold to reach Tianque Palace." ”

Mo Baiyang smiled and said, "You seem to be a little anxious?"

Li Changfeng was stunned: "What am I anxious about?"

Mo Baiyang: "From the moment I told you that if you meet King Chun, you may be able to get more secrets about your father, you can't give up, and you can even say that you are anxious in your heart, I think you should be very eager to see King Chun." ”

Li Changfeng was silent, and Mo Baiyang was very accurate about his thoughts.

Li Changfeng has no feelings for his cheap father, but when he was in Chenjiagou in the past, even the two dogs next door had a father and a mother, and Li Changfeng and Li Bezhi always talked about their father inadvertently.

For them, this man who only existed in his mother's words had never come to visit them when they were down, so Li Changfeng was strange, curious, and complaining about his feelings.

It wasn't until he left Chenjiagou and inadvertently discovered the great array of imprisoned gods that he got more complete information from the mouth of this legendary person.

It turned out that his father was so famous, so lonely and lonely.

It's like no other.

It turns out that his mother is not his own mother, and the mysterious sect located in the reckless territory and accompanied by wild beasts is the destination of his mother.

But so what? When Li Changfeng was in Nanshan Academy, he tossed and turned night and night, and he felt that it didn't matter.

My father is almost standing at the top of this world, close to the existence of God, and my mother's experience is so legendary, but so what? It is the woman in Chen Jiagou who has pulled herself from a little bit.

Although Li Changfeng also knows that the world is impermanent, and it is not their original intention to fail to fulfill their parenting duties, but the situation.

But he couldn't feel a sense of belonging in his heart, but he couldn't help but inquire about the past of the unparalleled emperor.

Suddenly, Mo Baiyang's voice interrupted Li Changfeng's thoughts: "We have arrived." ”

Li Changfeng fixed his eyes and saw a stone lion in front of him that was taller than the two of them, with his teeth and claws and stepping on gold beads, very powerful.

But when he looked around, there was still snow and cold wind like a knife.

Without waiting for Li Changfeng to speak, Mo Baiyang suddenly stretched out his hands and tore this space apart from the wind and snow above the stone lion's head.

Li Changfeng's eyes widened, the darkness in front of him made him fearful, although his cultivation was not high, his senses were very keen, if he was trapped in this black tide, maybe it would be difficult for him to come back in this life.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw Mo Baiyang smiling at him, and then, gently pushing him on his back.

"I'll fuck your uncle!!!"

Li Changfeng felt like a stupid hat jumping down from the top of the mountain, his whole body had lost his control, and he could only see the endless black tide, occasionally some dry bones, and all kinds of strange weapons, just floating in the tide without a track.

Grave, this is the word Li Changfeng can think of, here is like a tomb.

These cultivators, who are invincible in the world, are either plotted by others, or defeated in battles, and banished into the chaotic tide of space, constantly drifting in this current, without purpose and self-control, and then slowly go crazy and die, turning into a dried corpse.

Maybe they will slowly dissipate eventually, and the ashes will turn into powder to decorate this black tide, but no matter what, they will never return to the world.

For a moment, when Mo Baiyang pushed Li Changfeng down, in addition to scolding his uncle in his heart, Li Changfeng also thought about this question, would he wait for death in this space chaos?

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his collar, Li Changfeng turned his head, and saw Mo Baiyang with a warm face, his right hand lightly slashed in the void black tide.

After that, a solemn mansion is presented in front of you.

Next to the mighty stone lion in front of the door, six people held spears and waist swords, and the tiger-body bears looked around with cold eyes like electricity, and the snow fell lightly from the sky, covering the top of their heads, but it couldn't cover the bright spears in their hands.

What can not be covered is also the majestic and majestic hanging plaque in front of the door, and the three words "Chunwangfu" with great strength represent the identity of the owner of this house.

Located in the east of the imperial city, the location is quiet and wide to the extreme.

Li Changfeng turned his head and looked at Mo Baiyang very seriously.

Mo Baiyang also looked at him and said with a smile: "What, you still want to scold my uncle?"

Li Changfeng: "······"

Mo Baiyang's face suddenly turned cold: "In so many years, you are the first person who dares to scold my uncle." ”

The sense of oppression of the powerhouse of the God King Realm came out of his body, although Mo Baiyang did not use a single cent of True Yuan, but even the emotional leakage inadvertently revealed by the God King Realm was not something that Li Changfeng could bear.

So he began to sweat, his chest and back, his head was sweating profusely, his feet were constantly shaking, and there seemed to be a force that wanted him to kneel.

Li Changfeng is a brainless person, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, but not kneeling to others, so the stronger this sense of oppression, the tighter Li Changfeng's teeth are biting, and his waist is straighter than anyone else.

Mo Baiyang's eyes showed a bright look, the smile on his face gradually became richer, and the sense of oppression was suddenly swept away.

This young man is worthy of the name of the emperor.

The pressure disappeared unexpectedly, Li Changfeng suddenly dehydrated, gasping for breath, although the snow covered the top, Li Changfeng's sweat droplets flowed from his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped into the snow.

Mo Baiyang didn't speak, and walked to King Chun's mansion with his hands in his hands, and the six guards in front of the door saw the person coming, and hurriedly saluted: "Lord Mo!"

Mo Baiyang calmly walked into King Chun's mansion, and Li Changfeng took a deep breath and hurriedly followed.

After the two of them entered the door, the six guards regained their vague appearance and patrolled like King Kong again.

However, from beginning to end, they did not pay attention to Li Changfeng.

If it is said that the outside of King Chun's mansion is a thousand acres of glazed eaves of Biwa and Zhu eaves, then the inside of the walk can only glimpse the all-encompassing but silent.

The maidservants and the guards were quietly staggering each other on the covered bridge, and quietly went their separate ways, perhaps the loudest sound was the sound of the guards' armor intertwined.

Mo Baiyang walked across the covered bridge, and at every step of the way, he could meet the guards and maids who were respectfully saluting, Li Changfeng followed behind him and counted silently, until he was dizzy and couldn't remember the number of steps, and then he hit the back of Mo Baiyang who was parked in front.

Here the vermilion is exhausted, and the Bihe River flows into the river.

Pavilion Pavilion Pavilion Danying carved tree, although not gorgeous but pavilions and pavilions are readily available, elegant very, in addition to the white snow of the green river, the fiery red plum blossoms in this cold day are also coveted.

There was a man in the pavilion, slightly chubby, sitting by the fire with a scroll in his hand, looking intently at the scroll in his hand.

Mo Baiyang walked outside the pavilion and stood quietly with his hands down.

Wait until this place, Li Changfeng can take a closer look at this person.

Chunwang Qingque, is the uncle of Youwang Qingqiong, is the most virtuous person today, it is rumored that King Chun is sincere and faithful, there are countless diners under the door, and the cultivators are all together, although they do not belong to any sect, but purely from the perspective of the strength of the practitioners, perhaps there are few sects in the world that can compare to the Chunwang Mansion.

King Chun is a peace-oriented person, and this peace is not loyalty, but wisdom and erudition throughout the world, as if he simply looked at you, and what you thought in your heart, what you saw in your eyes, and what you thought in your belly, there was nothing to hide.

Mo Baiyang didn't disturb King Chun, just stood quietly like this, Li Changfeng couldn't wait that long, so he coughed.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Mo Baiyang frowned slightly, King Chun was interrupted by coughing, raised his head and saw the two people standing, so he said, "Baiyang, how long have you been standing? Why didn't you call me." ”

Mo Baiyang was slightly respectful, lowered his head slightly, and said, "We just arrived." ”

King Chun put down the scroll in his hand, pointed to the stone bench next to the table, and said, "Sit down." ”

Mo Baiyang turned sideways slightly, stretched out his hand to let Li Changfeng pass, and then said, "You talk to him, I'll step back first." ”

King Chun nodded, picked up the flask from the table, uncovered the teacup, and poured a glass for each of them.

Then, he just looked at Li Changfeng.

The eyes don't blink.

Before Li Changfeng sat down, he was looked at by King Chun with such a straight look, and he was uncomfortable, so he rebelled and looked at King Chun directly.

After a long time, King Chun suddenly laughed, Li Changfeng was frightened by him, his whole body was like a pinprick, and he almost peed his pants, so he couldn't help muttering in his heart: This old man looks like a gentleman, and his voice is not small.

King Chun's voice was indeed not small, and the snow on the cornices was shaken by him, and the comb fell down.

It's just that after laughing, he seemed to be in poor health, and coughed violently, his face was red from coughing, and he couldn't catch his breath.

The maidservant outside the house hurriedly came in with a silver plate and a gold bottle of toiletries, but was driven out by King Chun with a wave of his hand.

Li Changfeng frowned, for fear that the other party would cough to death before he could ask the other party, so he couldn't help but say, "Are you okay?"

King Chun took a deep breath to stop coughing, but he couldn't stop his face from flushing, he slowed down and smiled and said: "Old thing, it's useless, I'm not like your father, my cultivation is as deep as the sea, time has no meaning to him, but for me, every day passes, my life span is shortened by one day, and ordinary people can't take life and death lightly, and they can't change it." ”

Li Changfeng admitted that what he said was the truth, every time a cultivator stepped into a new realm, his lifespan would increase for a long time, and if he could step into that rumored level, or even close to immortality, if he was not killed, I am afraid it would be difficult to see the day he died.

But judging from "The Story of Floating Clouds", these cultivators who come and go freely and cultivate to become strong die faster than ordinary people.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are cultivators, there is purgatory.