To untie the bell, you must also tie the bell, and if you want to unravel the curse of the fairy gate, you must first find the source of the curse. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Over the years, he and Sun Yao have followed the footsteps of their predecessors to find clues, from Xinghua Village to Wanshou Mountain, from the Red Mansion to the Holy Fire Sect, from the Seven Kingdoms to the Western Desert, they have walked so far and searched for so long, but they have only forgotten the source of the curse of the Xianmen.

To the east of Dasheng Pass, apricot blossoms, rice fragrance, Zen Yin, this is the source of Xianmen's curse.

And the four words of Xianmen curse are unusual......

Gai Wenquan walked to the foot of the mountain and put down the coffin, sat casually under the old rattan tree, and waited for the arrival of the God of Wealth Pavilion with one person and one sword.

Lu Hong and Sun Yao glanced at each other, gave a salute and left.

After walking out of the mountains and forests, I looked back at the enchantment, looked at the towering peaks, and looked at the hideous changes in the enchantment, and I still felt jealous in my heart, as if there was a shadow lingering in my heart.

"If the actions of the God of Wealth Pavilion to the east of the Great Victory Pass are also related to ghouls, the seniors will not sit idly by, right?"

Lu Hong said suddenly.

Sun Yao's eyes moved, and he immediately understood the meaning of his words, and said with a smile: "Do you want to make a game and let him enter the game?"

Lu Hong didn't answer, but smiled meaningfully, the meaning was already self-evident.

Sun Yao smiled: "Don't be smart, he is a person who forced Wei Qingyang to self-destruct with a clone, he has lived for more than 7,000 years, he has eaten more salt than you have eaten, will he fall into your trap?",

"Your little cleverness may be able to be used on others, but be careful and clever on him, but be clever and mistaken",

Her words are not unreasonable, Gai Wenquan is not a brave and unscrupulous person, on the contrary, in terms of wisdom and strategy, he is afraid that he is even higher than Du Hehuan.

"That's it, take a step at a time, and now I really hope that there are a few ghouls on the Demon Sealing Platform, so Gavin Spring has to intervene."

"Although his cultivation is unfathomable, he may not be the opponent of the Fortune God Pavilion's military department... However, the situation you have spoken of is indeed in our best interest",

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The carriage did not take the ancient road gate again, and after bypassing the mountains here, it went east along the ancient road and went straight out of Zhongzhou.

Except for the people who have not met the God of Wealth Pavilion since Zhongzhou, I think many of them have died under the sword of Gai Wenquan; along the way, the wind and the sun are beautiful, the wind is light and the water is warm, and when the carriage passes through the small towns, he sees the golden ears of wheat in the field, the women and children driving the cattle and sheep, and the old people with children at home, Lu Hong's heart suddenly felt envious.

He still remembers that Xinghua Village was like this when he was a child, the villagers planted in spring and harvested in autumn, men and women weaved, each family raised three or five cattle and sheep, planted a few acres of heaven and earth, and the busy feet did not touch the ground when the farm was busy, and the tired feet were facing the sky, and many people's waists were bent by the flat burden, and only after the autumn harvest could they have a little leisure, tease the children, and play with their wives.

This group of people facing the loess with their backs to the sky are his food and clothing, and his first sword was forged by the villagers who pooled money to help him.

Now, the aura of Xinghua Village is drying up day by day, and there is less land to cultivate than before, and their lives are more difficult than before.

Lu Hong has worked hard for so many years to find a way to break the curse of Xianmen for the stability of Xinghua Village, as long as the villagers can always be like the townspeople here, relying on a few acres of land to live a happy life, however, ......

There was still a faint smile on his face, but his heart couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

"Husband, we will be like them in the future",

Yan Xiaoman lay in his arms, his slender fingers curling his hair, and he blew like an orchid when he spoke.

Lu Hong smiled: "Like them, little vixen, do you know how to plow the land, knit or do you know how to work as a female worker?",

Yan Xiaoman said with a smile: "No, just let the subordinates do those things, we will have a few children in the palace of Qingqiu Kingdom, you will be the king, I will be the queen, and then we will be prosperous and rich together, with fine clothes and jade food, and grow old",

Lu Hong saw an old couple in front of the thatched hut not far away who were teasing their grandson with a rattle, the slanting glow of the setting sun fell on the three of them, and the old woman's wrinkled face was full of happiness.

For most people, it is the greatest luck to be able to live an ordinary life with their beloved, male and female weaving, and to have three or five children.

Unfortunately, for the monk, this ordinary life is so far away.

Looking down and seeing Yan Xiaoman's charming face, Lu Hong couldn't help but lean down and kiss her on the cheek, and said with a smile: "No shame",

Yan Xiaoman's face turned crimson, and he hammered him lightly on his chest, and said angrily: "Don't you want me to spread the branches and leaves for your Lu family?"

As if thinking of something, she suddenly stretched out her arms around Lu Hong's neck and smiled sweetly: "In the future, you will become the landlord of the Red Mansion of Worship Sword, and I will become the lord of Qingqiu Country, and the two of us will be both the small lord of Qingqiu Country and the small landlord of Worship Sword Red Mansion, much more powerful than you, hehe",

Lu Hong suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, this little fox didn't know what situation he was in, Feng Demon Demon, God of Wealth Pavilion, Xianmen curse, any one of them could kill him, but she was thinking about what kind of baby.

But looking at her delicate face, I couldn't bear to hit her, gently took her in my arms, smelled the fragrance of ecstasy on her body, and said: "Yes, our child must be an amazing character in the future",

Yan Xiaoman smiled coquettishly and fell into his arms, and listened to him again: "Soon we will arrive at Huiji Mountain, Xiaoman, you, Youwei and the two senior sisters will go back to Master Tai",

Yan Xiaoman sat up with his eyebrows raised when he heard this, and said, "Husband, are you going to leave me again?"

Lu Hong hurriedly held her hand and said, "How come? You don't know how dangerous it is this time, I don't think about myself, but I can't let you get involved in danger."

Yan Xiaoman was not unaware of his concerns, and he felt useful in his heart when he heard him say this, but he still didn't want to part with him, frowned, held his arm and said: "Nonsense, you must want to break us apart, so that you can have a happy life with Sun Yao's vixen."

Lu Hong couldn't cry or laugh, and said: "Little ancestor, you are my wife, Sun Yao is my master, in the end, it should be the two of us who are happy, which round will get me and her?",

"We've got a husband and wife, maybe it's... Yes, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the child in your belly."

"Got it?",

Lu Hong was an unintentional sentence, but Yan Xiaoman reached out and touched his little belly suspiciously, and after a while, he suddenly turned his head and said with a serious face: "Husband, it seems that there really is",

"Well.... Huh?",

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