Chapter 184 - Local Tyrant Series

A durable carriage dragging straw and goods slowly drove towards the Southern Imperial City, and the horseman driving the carriage was an honest-looking old man: "I said, don't go to such a drunken place as the Southern Imperial City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe old man has three children, all of whom can't come back after going to the Southern Imperial City. Leave me and the old woman to rely on each other...... It's really unfilial......

The old man said to a man who was sitting on a straw with a weed in his mouth, "I see that your strength is not bad, so just work with the old man on the farmland and live a solid life." The old man's three children are not here, and the farmland will be ......for you in the future."

The middle-aged man smiled, "Old man, no need. After all, this is where I was supposed to be. 」

The durable carriage slowly drove into the Southern Imperial City, and the man jumped down, bowed to the old man and clenched his fists: "During this time, thank you for taking care of the old man. There will be a date later!"

Then the man hummed a little tune and walked around the Southern Imperial City with a lot of running.

The old man was still shouting loudly in the back, "Xiao Chun, when you can't get along in the Southern Imperial City, remember to come back!"

"Got it!!"

If anyone in the north knew the identity of this man, they would have been stunned.

One of the dignified Four Seasons Heaven Four Peaks Peak Masters, Yang Chun would be called Xiao Chun......

It's just that looking at the north and south, there are very few people who know Yang Chun, after all, he hasn't set foot in the world for too long.

"Hmm...... Let's go find a place first, and when my lovely nephew comes to the Southern Imperial City, he still has to have a place to live. Yang Chun savored the bitterness of the grass roots in his mouth, and soon, this bitterness seemed to penetrate into the bottom of his heart: "But...... I forgot to bring the silver taels out......

"What should I do!!"

............

Zuo Chengzhe came to the lakeside hut.

During this time, he was also extremely busy.

As soon as Zuo Bloody War died, the status of the entire Zuo family in the Southern Imperial City changed dramatically, on the one hand, they had to deal with the condolences or hostility of different families, and on the other hand, they had to prepare for the burial ceremony of Zuo Bloody Battle. And as the son of the contemporary head of the family, he is also busy with the same responsibility.

Another reason is also because the current head of the Zuo family, Zuo Zhenping, took one of the lineages, Zuo Xiongzhi, to Zhennanguan to deal with the exchange and deployment of the Panlong Army after the Zuo bloody battle was put into the ground. It was also in the past few days that Zuo Chengzhe remembered Xu Yan, but heard the news that Xu Yan had moved away from Zuo's house.

It's just that when Zuo Chengzhe came to the lakeside hut, he found a couplet posted on the door.

The daughter is gone, and she comes back;

Don't enter the door with no money.

The horizontal criticism is: the poor do not enter!

Zuo Chengzhe was speechless: "What the hell is this?"

"Xu Yan?" Zuo Chengzhe ignored it and walked in.

"Who is it!?"

A voice sounded in the distance, it was Xu Yan's voice. Zuo Chengzhe followed the voice to find it, and found that Xu Yan was holding a hammer, and he didn't know what he was beating: "Oh, Zuo boy, is it you?"

Xu Yan hurriedly jumped up: "You came just in time, take it." 」

It was a weapon that looked like a short knife, and Xu Yan forcibly stuffed it into Zuo Chengzhe's hand: "Hold it steady." 」

He raised his right hand, and his index finger lit up with a faint light, which was the fluctuation of the texture power, and it was also the route that Xu Yan ran by simulating the texture power of the first-order pattern technique [Flowing Flame Finger], and then made himself able to carve the pattern into the palace before he broke through.

His fingers were fast, and he roamed the dagger like a stream, as if he hadn't thought about it.

Bite!

A burst of light lit up from the dagger!

And Zuo Chengzhe was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Along the way, Xu Yan said that he knew how to forge, but Zuo Chengzhe ignored it. After all, forging is also a university question, unlike the connection between medical skills and Dan Dao. It was a completely different science.

Xu Yan's understanding of Dan, medicine, and tattoos is surprising enough.

Unexpectedly, at this moment...... It can really be forged!

The light just now is obviously the light when the tattoo soldier is formed!

On the short knife, the light and the lines on the blade slowly faded as if they were alive, and finally fell like a turtle retracted into its shell, in the pattern of a small cloud the size of a finger.

Xu Yan nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay." 」

He snatched the short knife from the stunned Zuo Chengzhe: "What's the name?

He looked at the short knife in his hand and said viciously, "It's called [Tuhao No. 1]!"

If you don't become a local tyrant, I'm afraid the days after that will be sad. Xu Yan has hardened his heart and made up his mind to become a local tyrant!

At this moment, Xu Yan categorically did not expect that this tattooed soldier would be one of the weapons in the world-famous "Tuhao Series" in the future!

............

The Quanqing Palace, in the center, has a tall building.

This high-rise building has a special status in the Quanqing Palace.

The emperor is the most jealous of high merit, which does not only refer to military merit, but also to architecture. Being able to be higher than the Pure Yang Hall where the Blue Emperor lives today makes its existence even more special. This tall building is called the "Sky Tower".

And in the entire Tianlou, there are no people in and out, and under the deliberate forgetfulness of the previous Blue Emperors, many people who are in the Quanqing Palace or see the Tianlou will subconsciously ignore it and ignore it, as if it never existed.

But it cannot be erased from the meaning of its existence.

It is the center of the entire Quanqing Palace, and it is also the center of the formation.

And living in this heavenly tower is an unknown Thousand Patterns Realm Pattern Master.

Wei Lao has been forgotten by the world for a long time, and even has become accustomed to it. To be able to practice to this point, he has been able to look at the world indifferently, without sorrow or joy.

When any person has lived for more than a hundred years, most of them will become like this.

Critical old age is no exception.

For him, the most important thing is to delve into the pattern and seek the slightest possibility of breaking through the legendary Ten Thousand Patterns Realm.

It's just that today, his quiet life of nearly a hundred years has been shattered.

A knock on the door sounded, although it was not forceful, but for the old man, it was like thunder.

His mind could be connected to the entire Quanqing Palace Formation, and almost instantly, he knew who was coming.

Squeak.

The door of the skytower was opened, and even puffs of dust were raised.

No one saw anyone entering or leaving the sky, because if the old man wanted to enter or leave, he didn't need to go out at all. He can appear anywhere in the world in an instant.

So this door hasn't been opened for a long time.

A girl, dressed in a long dress that was not gorgeous, walked in: "Grandpa, where are you?" The cheerful voice was like the first cry of a bird waking up with the morning sun, full of vitality.

"What are you doing here again, little doll?"

There was a bit of helplessness in his voice, and there was a feeling of being angry.

The one who walked in was naturally Lan Mingxin.

Lan Mingxin smiled, and the small eyes on his face were even more narrowly squinted: "I heard Uncle Jin say the matter, it was the old man who carved the tattoo for me to enter the palace, right? 」

Sou.

The skyscraper is extremely high, but there are no steps.

On the lower floor of the skybuilding, there are only a few antique tables and chairs symbolically arranged.

With a whoosh, Wei Lao sat down on one of the chairs for some time: "What kind of trick are you playing with this doll?"

"Hehehehehehe......" Lan Mingxin smiled slyly, more like a fox: "Climb!"

She handed the plate in her hand to the old man.