After Wuchenzi shouted, he threw his fist at Xiahou Chun and said with a wry smile: "Please also ask Your Highness to show mercy." ”

Xiahou Chun gently waved his sleeves and stepped forward, Murong's eyes were shining, and he looked surprised.

There seemed to be disbelief in the eyes of the overlay man, how could he master the Dao Treasure?

Wuchenzi changed slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, do you have to kill them all?" ”

Xiahou Chun held Murong Yan and the others behind him, and said lightly to Wuchenzi: "What, don't you want the holy daughter of your sect to stop?" ”

After being silent for a while, Wuchenzi looked out, his lips squirmed slightly, and after a few words, two shadows fell.

Fang Xirou's frost eased, and the heart of heaven was as condensed as water.

The autumn waves flowed, curious and surprised, Fang Xirou joked: "The salted fish turned over? ”

Tianxin glanced at the three sneering rulers outside the building, a trace of gloom swept across her forehead, she looked at Xiahou Chun again, and after being silent for a while, she bowed down to him: "Fang is Tianxin's abruptness, please forgive Your Highness." ”

Wuchenzi took the words, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said with three points of flattery: "Your Highness is here, and the door is shining, Fang Cai did not mean to offend, it is actually a dispute between my mystical spirits, and please don't misunderstand." ”

Fang Xirou sneered: "It's really ridiculous that the Holy Land of the Immortal Family was taken by people like Er. ”

The man with the mask said lightly: "The hypocrisy of the Daomen is not a day or two, what is the rarity. ”

Wuchenzi's face twitched, and he secretly hated.

Xiahou Chun waved his hand, and after stopping them, he said to Wuchenzi: "As I said before, this palace's visit to Wuchenmen is not a provocation, and I want to discuss important matters with your family. ”

The person in power who cared about his face was ashamed and angry, and Wuchenzi was also a little embarrassed, but Tianxin's eyes were calm, and after glancing at Fang Xirou indifferently, he said lightly: "If you are qualified to talk, this door will talk to you; If you don't have the qualifications, you may not even be able to enter my dustless door. ”

Xiahou Chun shook his head, and then jokingly said: "This statement is reasonable, so I don't know if this palace is qualified now?" ”

Tianxin beckoned the 'Tianxin Order', the light gradually faded, and after taking a deep look at the 'Guandao' seal, he stretched out his hand to Xiahou Chun and invited: "Please!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the dust-free door suddenly rang out in the flood bell Dalu, and there were six full sounds.

Fang Xirou's cold face did not decrease, and he looked at Xiahou Chun: "I am working hard to fight for this qualification?" ”

The smile on Xiahou Chun's face did not change, and after accepting the 'Guandao' seal that had gradually fallen silent, he pretended to smile generously: "Their prime minister can support the boat in his belly, and the prince of this palace can't even tolerate this?" ”

However, secretly he said: "My ancestor, we don't have the strength to wrestle with them, this thing won't last long, and if we continue to fight, it will really be exposed." ”

Murong Yan stepped forward, comforted Lord Fang Xirou, and said with a smile: "What Your Highness said is reasonable, I am not looking for trouble when I come to visit this time. ”

Fang Xirou gave up in this way, but still glared at Tianxin unwillingly, "You're lucky." ”

Walking outside the building, Jiang Weijun and Yang Zhong were overjoyed and exclaimed: "Your Highness! ”

After pacifying the two, they followed Tianxin to the top of a wall-embedded flying building for guests.

But see the steep cliff, there is a flying building mosaic, such as the dragon flying phoenix dance, the high-rise building is dangerously hanging, and the view is terrifying.

It can be described as 'the void of Qianlou Town, and the danger of Ling Qingtian'.

Xiahou Chun exclaimed: "Building into the cliff and chiseling the wall is worthy of being a means of the immortals. ”

Tianxin was graceful, his gooseneck was bent up, and he said with a negative hand: "The prince sits on thousands of households in Taikang, the Vermilion Bird in Tianjie is proud of the world, and there are even more princes who bow down to their ministers, how can this mountain and wild humble house be matched?" ”

Xiahou Chun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Not to mention that this palace is still a precarious and weak prince, even if I really have the day to reign over the world, there is still Xuanzong above my head to dominate the Quartet, how can there be a place where Da Taikang is a word." ”

Tianxin began to climb the stairs, climbing the ladder along the road, and followed the same trend.

Looking up, the plaque in front of the high cliff pavilion hangs the three seal words of "stargazing pavilion", Xiahou Chun said: "The clouds and flowing water, the pen is like clouds and smoke, it has the true taste of elegance, I think it must be created by a certain master of your family." ”

Fang Xirou behind him couldn't bear to look at it directly, this guy really interpreted 'shameless' to the fullest, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have linked the previous prince who was shouting and killing at every turn with the 'sightseer' in front of him.

She snorted coldly, the power of her poisonous tongue was revealed, and she pursed her lips and said, "This painting should not be left by 'Guimen'." ”

The word Guimen, she bit very hard, and the irony could not be more obvious.

Tianxin glanced at it lightly, sighed lightly, and asked, "Could it be that the little saint girl knows her heels?" ”

Linghui was cunning like Fang Xirou, how could she not understand her sneering words, she snorted coldly: "This plaque is mixed with qi and machine, it is distinct, it seems to be out of place, and it is obviously ghostwritten. ”

Xiahou Chun was embarrassed, and turned his head to Murong Yan for help, "Is that really the case?" ”

Murong Yan smiled lightly and said softly: "Murong has never practiced, and it is difficult to distinguish the similarities and differences between qi and machine, but the real words on this plaque are suspected to be from the hand of a certain Danqing. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Tianxin's eyes, and he said with a smile: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

Murong Yan lowered his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and said: "That Murong Ben Banmen got an axe, and the three characters on the plaque seem to be calligraphy, but they are like Danqing, which is originally an iron painting and a silver hook, but there is no tendency to pour thousands of miles; At the same time, the pen is different in weight, soothing and soothing, and it is not done in one go, and this technique is similar to the work of a Danqing saint in Murong's impression. ”

She looked at Xiahou Chun and said quietly: "Those who like to be good at calligraphy must be a stroke of the fall, not a separation, and a disorderly connection, but this technique is similar to the Danqing god, which is to frighten the ghosts and gods in the silent place, and exert force at the partial angle. ”

Tianxin glanced at him coldly, "Why did the princess Gu Zuo talk about him?" ”

Fang Xirou praised her head: "Murong Meizi's comments are exquisite, and she is quite the essence of this plaque. ”

Xiahou Chun suddenly felt that the style of painting was wrong, and it seemed that he was jealous again, he coughed lightly, and asked: "The princess just mentioned that this word is suspected to come from the hand of a certain Danqing, but I don't know which expert saint hand?" ”

Murong Yan raised his eyes and stared at Xiahou Chun, and said softly: "This name is Shen Guangyin, and when he debuted, he claimed to be from Luoyi, the eastern capital, this person has a noble temperament, does not admire vanity, and does not climb to the powerful.

But he often with the monks, wandering between the mountains and rivers, intoxicated by the way of Danqing, it is said that more than ten years ago it was on the verge of the "technique, realm, Tao" in the three realms of the "technique" realm of the realm, and now more than ten years have passed, has not heard of its true deeds for a long time. ”

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, "I remember when I was in the Eastern Capital, I heard you mention that there is a painting saint named Luo Qiuyue in your country, I don't know who has higher skills compared to Luo Qiuyue?" ”

Mentioning Luo Qiuyue, Murong Yan showed a look of remembrance, and she muttered a little: "When Luo was young, he was the painting in my Great Chu Hanlin Courtyard, and his name was Nanchu, and he was the former Yan Emperor who had heard of it. ”

She paused for a moment, and said slowly: "As for this senior Shen, his skills are naturally not bad, but as far as Murong knows, when Senior Luo was alive, this Master Shen went to visit and ask for advice. ”

Naturally, there is no need to say anything more.

Xiahou Chun bowed his head lightly and said, "I see." ”

Everyone went upstairs, and by this time they had reached the second floor.

After Murong's words fell, Tianxin turned his head and sneered: "A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, Shen Lao had already entered the realm of 'real people' a few years ago because of his painting, and he lived for three hundred years. ”

Just now, Xiahou Chun used the plaque as a guide, attracting Fang Xirou, Murong Yan and Tianxin to 'talk about the Tao with paintings', Fang Xirou and Murong Yan had the upper hand in the first half, but the situation took a sharp turn and was killed by Tianxin.

Xiahou Chun was speechless, looking at the white clothes in front of him, secretly thinking that this girl was ruthless in her scheming, and the city was very deep.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xirou seemed to have an understanding, and asked Murong Yan: "I remember, Shen Guangyin claims to be from Luoyi, but he is actually a person from Dongyan, I don't know what the relationship between this person and the commander of the Dongyan Army is?" ”

Shen Ling, the chief general of the Eastern Yan Army, is a descendant of Empress Taizong Shen Yunxiu, and has a kinship with Xiahou Chun.

Hearing the song and knowing the string sound, Murong Yan nodded, glanced at Xiahou Chun, and replied with a smile: "What Fang Shengnu said is good, this Shen Dazhen is indeed from the Dongyan Shen family, and has a trace of blood relationship with His Royal Highness. ”

Fang Xirou suddenly realized, and praised Xiahou Chun: "I didn't expect the prince to have such a relationship with Shen Zhenren. ”

Xiahou Chun squeezed out a smile on his face, and rolled his eyes secretly, this can all be related, but there are really two of you.

Tianxin didn't look back, and flew over lightly: "In the eyes of real people, there are ants under the dust." ”

Before the smugness in Fang Xirou's eyes dissipated, it stopped abruptly.

Oh, instantly iron-blue.

Even Murong Yan's face was stagnant, as if he was depressed.

The people behind couldn't bear to look at it directly, their faces were embarrassed, and their eyes pretended to breathe fire.

Xiahou Chun lowered his head deeply, and he almost laughed out of a pig cry.