I was drunk all night and didn't see the morning sun. When I woke up again, it was already dark, the house was quiet, there was incense burning in the house, when did the servants of the palace change it, the fragrance was strong, exuding a faint aura, making people feel peaceful, Su Qi got up from the bed, groped on the chair next to the bed to pick up his clothes, he turned his head, Yu Su slept soundly at the foot of the bed, and his four short legs were spread out, revealing his white and tender hairy belly.

He walked over to the door and gently pushed it open. There was no wind outside the house, so even if the sun had set in the west, there was no trace of coolness, and the sultry air was moist, which made Su Qi, who had just woken up from his sleep, feel sticky, and before the sky was clear, he was still a mortal, he would be hungry, and if he wanted to sleep, he would naturally sweat.

Su Qi's guest room is in the west of the palace, this is a remote place in the palace, few people come, Jiang Lou knew that the two of them liked to be quiet, so they arranged them here, and the palace servants who learned the identity of Brother Su Qi rarely came to disturb.

There is a small lake outside the house, at this time it is clear water, blue sky and red sun, so there is half of the green and half red, there are seven or eight green willows planted by the lake, the branches hang in the water, there are ripples, Su Qi stood by the lake, looked left and right, and stepped in.

He stepped on the water of the lake and walked all the way to the center of the lake. The surface of the lake trembled slightly, and after a while, the water rushed to the sky, hovering in the air and then surging down, the water currents converged and merged, wrapping Su Qi in it, like a huge water ball.

The water balloon was constantly squirming, and after a while, there was a muffled bang, the water balloon exploded, turning into water droplets splashing all over the sky, Su Qi stood in the middle of the lake, his whole body was soaked, he looked up at the sky, the diffuse water vapor spread to the entire lake, the sunlight passed through the thin water curtain, and a hazy rainbow gradually appeared.

Su Qi snorted lightly, the aura gushed out of his body, steaming his soaked body and clothes dry, the chaos of his body receded, and his head, which was still a little painful, also became clear, he shook his head, and the Eight Desolation Sword behind him let out a soft roar.

The shrine was trembling slightly. Su Qi seemed to be aware of it, he pulled out the sword behind his back, and the white cloth wrapped around it slowly fell.

Left foot is half back, wrist is gently raised, and eyes are closed. The sword light jumped on the surface of the lake, sometimes like a fluttering butterfly, sometimes like a swooping falcon, or opening and closing, or steady like a green mountain, the lake water jumped, cracked, and formed a whirlpool, the sword in Su Qi's hand seemed to be an extension of his mind, and the water under his feet was also reached by this sword intent, reflecting his heart.

Green Dragon. Wrong South Mountain. Hirabayashi smoke weaving. The beacon fire burned in March. The sword moves on the Nine Peaks flowed in his hands, and his wanton sword qi shuttled across the lake.

The people in the palace had already been alarmed, and Jiang Lou also hurried over when he heard the news, and hurriedly drank everyone around him, he watched from a distance, with appreciation in his eyes.

The sun is setting, and darkness is coming. Su Qi stood on the surface of the sword lake, he silently felt everything just now, and the fusion with the Eight Desolation Swords benefited a lot, but it always seemed that something was missing.

The moon has risen to the sky, and the half-moon is reflected in the lake, yellowish. Water Moon Mirror Flower. Su Qi was thoughtful, he grabbed the Eight Desolations Sword with one hand and pointed it to the sky.

A desolate breath poured out of the sword, the light wind blew on the surface of the lake, the half moon shattered, he whispered softly, the sword in his hand was shining, and he suddenly stepped into the air, like a swordsman who came through the ages, contaminated with the barrenness of the wilderness, with the vicissitudes of the mountains, but only for a sword.

A sword is like a cloud of eight desolations. After the sword was released, the sword heart was clear, and it was not until this moment that the Eight Desolation Sword completely figured it out with him.

Su Qi was satisfied. He wrapped the Eight Desolations Sword with a white cloth, and when he saw Jiang Lou in the distance, he flew close and thanked him,

"Thank you, Lord Wang, for yesterday's wine. Jiang Lou shook his head,

"My two jars of drunken flowers are still in the second, except for consolidating some cultivation, it's useless, the real treasure is my uncle's altar of hundred-year-old Qinglan, but one of the treasures at the bottom of my Dali box, this wine is also known as enlightenment, a cup can be drunk with thoughts, you drank most of the altar yesterday, the benefits of cultivation are a lot, as I expected, the medicinal power of this wine has not been exhausted, hidden in your blood, when you break through the realm, he will help you again. Su Qi suddenly,

"No wonder yesterday, only me, Yu Su and the prince drank this jar of wine. ”

"It's just a waste for us to drink, what's the use of having a good time?" Jiang Lou patted Su Qi's shoulder,

"You don't need to care, this external object is an assistant after all, and it is you who can really have an epiphany. Su Qi shook his head,

"I still have to thank the ancestor. ”

"Uncle and Grandpa don't have time to see you. Jiang Lou laughed,

"He's busy fishing. ”

"Fishing?" Su Qi was a little puzzled.

"Hmm," Jiang Lou nodded, hesitated, and said,

"Uncle and grandfather said that when he was a child, he liked to go to Chengxin Lake in the palace to fish for those golden carp, but then he practiced all day long, and he never experienced the joy of fishing. Su Qi fell silent and looked into the distance,

"The Price of a City......."

"This is war!" Jiang Lou interrupted Su Qi, he stared at Su Qi's eyes very solemnly,

"There will be casualties and sacrifices in war, whether good or evil, old or young, rich or poor!"

"Li has its own fate, the residents of this city may all die, but this is our mistake, our Jiang family's mistake, and the mistake of the entire Dali court, all the sins should be borne by us people, it has nothing to do with you, this city is about to fall, it is good to be able to run out of one more person, but unfortunately, there are thousands of demon clans, and there is the ban array, it is not realistic. ”

"Even for you, this escape will be a life of death. Jiang Lou's words were categorical. Su Qi sighed lightly,

"What can I do for you?"

"Protect Jiang Li. Su Qi was stunned for a moment, thinking of the beautiful girl who had only seen one face,

Jiang Li...... As far as I know, there are nearly twenty princes and princesses in this generation, right? There are five princesses alone. Jiang Lou's expression was a little strange, he thought for a while and said: "Jiang Li is different, she is very important, and the lives of everyone else in my Jiang family are not as important as her, I can't say more, but one day, you will understand." Su Qi still wanted to ask, but seeing Jiang Lou's expression, he would not speak again no matter what, so he had to give up and be silent.

"Don't talk about this, I've slept all day, and I've been playing sword tricks for a long time, shouldn't I be hungry?" Jiang Lou laughed,

"As soon as I saw you have an epiphany, I have already sent someone to prepare a banquet for you to celebrate, but unfortunately, the best wine was drunk yesterday, and today you have to make do with something else!" Jiang Lou looked around again,

"By the way, what about the dead rabbit?" Chapter 173 of the latest chapter of Uncle Jianmen's eldest 7 woke up drunk, and the sword dance on the lake website: