When the third prince returned to the couch, he hurriedly lay on the bed, extremely weak.

Along the way, blood flowed down his legs.

If he hadn't been wearing dark red court pants, he would definitely be bright red and eye-catching.

While Gonggong Liu was busy changing into new medicines, he was distressed to divert the attention of the third prince: "Your Highness, the old slave thinks, let's think about that Han Gongzi." ”

When the third prince heard this, he turned his head and said disdainfully: "It's just a villain, I just want to use the power of my royal family." ”

"Your Highness owes peace, so to speak, you want to punish that kid well."

"Wait for the king...... Hurt! ”

"Your Highness, don't use your strength, oops...... Bleeding again......"

"This king, you must kill Xie An."

The third prince shouted hard.

"Your Royal Highness, the sect is about to be small. It's just that the sword has no eyes, and there are some dead and wounded, which is also normal......"

The third prince's eyes lit up and he thought of the key.

"It's a pity that this king can't participate in the competition."

The third prince lamented, and he felt lost at the thought of not being able to kill Xie An with his own hands.

"Your Highness, don't use any more force...... "Gonggong Liu whispered, "Kill that kid, where to use His Highness to shoot." Your Highness's status is noble. ”

Gonggong Liu's words woke up the third prince, he was in a hurry to take revenge just now, and he forgot the necessary means.

He was the first to think of Han Lingfei, after all, in the Liuyun Sect, he only knew Han Lingfei.

Although several disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had the intention to contact themselves, they were not as easy to control as Han Lingfei.

It's just that Han Lingfei's cultivation is too low, and he hasn't even reached the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Let him kill Xie An on the stage, it is simply a fantasy.

"Your Highness, are you thinking about Han Gongzi?"

Gonggong Liu spoke very steadily, he had already seen through the thoughts of the three princes, but he didn't say it too thoroughly.

"He? The cultivation is too low, and it is not ...... at all Rival. ”

The third prince thought of the humiliation of that day, and he wanted to say that even he himself had suffered, let alone Han Lingfei, that idiot.

But he thought about it and finally swallowed it back.

Unwillingly!

That kid obviously didn't reach the Nine Rank Qi Cultivation Realm, but he could make the third prince suffer a big loss.

The third prince closed his eyes in humiliation, and the violent figure of the giant beast appeared in front of him again.

It's more than humiliation, it's just despair!

Gonggong Liu heard the doubts of the three princes, he came to the side of the three princes, and said patiently: "Your Highness, the Liuyun Sect is a small sect, and it is definitely not comparable to the background of the Xiaoyao Dynasty. ”

"That's nature."

The third prince frowned, not figuring out what Gonggong Liu meant.

"With His Highness's knowledge, before the sect Xiaobi, he cultivated a powerful tool, but isn't it easy to capture?"

The third prince smiled when he heard this, and he looked at Gonggong Liu meaningfully.

Sure enough, in this place outside the party, only Gonggong Liu understands him best.

"Tomorrow, this king will explore the reality of the Han Gongzi."

The eyes of the three princes regained their divine light again, as if they saw Xie An lying in a pool of blood.

It must be the most beautiful scenery in the world.

……

Scripture Pavilion.

Transcription area.

Shen Shi.

Xie An held the copied homework and respectfully handed it to the senior brother on duty.

As usual, he was about to come to the hanging screen to practice, but was stopped by the senior brother on duty.

"Senior Brother Xie, have you heard about the head of the house?"

The senior brother on duty has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his demeanor is honest and honest.

Xie An shook his head when he heard this, he already knew this from Mo Qingyu.

Not only did he know the news, but he also knew that the head of the sect had the intention to organize the sect Xiaobi.

The original intention of organizing the sect was to improve the cultivation of the disciples.

In this way, the disciples are urged to take the initiative to practice and have a sense of urgency.

But behind this original intention is helplessness.

There was something strange about the seal of the Lock Demon Tower, which caused the head and the elders to do it as a last resort.

If the strength of the sect cannot be improved as soon as possible, once the lock demon tower is broken, the Liuyun Sect will definitely be the first sect to be baptized in blood.

The edifice will fall, and every stone brick is responsible.

Seeing Xie An nodding, the senior brother on duty suddenly said mysteriously after he looked around: "I heard that this time the sect is small, and the top three can get the opportunity to go to the Xinghe Academy for further study." Senior brother, senior brother is optimistic about you! ”

"Xinghe Academy? Is it the upstream sect of the Liuyun Sect? ”

"Exactly, the inheritance of the Xinghe Academy is naturally of higher quality than the Liuyun Sect, if there is a chance, Senior Brother Xie must hurry up."

Xie An bowed, and he looked at this senior brother in confusion: "Senior brother, are you ......?"

The senior brother on duty hurriedly waved his hand, and then said his reason: "Senior brother, I am different from you, senior brother only likes to be clean, and does not like to dance with knives and guns. ”

At this time, another senior brother came over.

He heard the words of the senior brother on duty, and suddenly elbowed Xie An.

"Senior Brother Xie, don't listen to him. Zongmen Xiaobi has been killed and injured every year. This senior brother's cultivation is for immortality, and he doesn't want to put his life on the martial arts stage. ”

"Haha, it's true that I'm for immortality, so I applied to come to the Scripture Pavilion."

Xie An suddenly realized, the senior brother on duty scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

Xie An didn't think it was anything, if his father and senior brother hadn't left, with Xie An's character, maybe he would be like a senior brother.

Reading and making wine is very leisurely, but he has things that he has to face.

Even if there is no crisis in the Demon Lock Tower, he has to ensure that his cultivation continues to improve.

"Thank you for mentioning it, Xie An should keep it in mind."

Xie An arched his hand and walked deeper with the scroll in his arms.

In the past few days, Xie An has read a lot of swordsmanship, but he is not very satisfied with each swordsmanship.

Some swordsmanship moves are elegant, but they are not lethal.

Some swordsmanship moves are ruthless, but they open and close widely, and they are easy to be dodged by the enemy.

Some swordsmanship is suitable for killing, but it consumes too much aura.

……

Compared with each other, Xie An did not choose any of them, because they were too mediocre to support the revenge plan.

After returning the scroll, Xie An came to hang the painting.

Since discovering the secret of hanging paintings, Xie An has come to observe every day.

He vaguely felt that the painting was not simple.

What puzzled him was how a painting that seemed so ordinary to others had become his chance.

No one knows what this painting is intended for, and no one knows what it is used for.

Even, in the hundred years that Elder Mo took over the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there was no change in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Xie An first silently recited the "Pure Heart Formula" to soothe his body and mind.

Then he opened his eyes wide and began to look at the paintings.

After a quarter of an hour, Xie An slowly closed his eyes.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Xie An was surprised to find that the fog on the painting had faded a little.

Xie Anxin was careful, so he observed harder.

He looked at the green bamboos, and vaguely, he felt the vigor of the green bamboos.

Xie An'an was engrossed in his attention, staring closely at the green bamboo forest.

Slowly, the green bamboo forest began to change, and the fog began to disappear.

He felt a wind blowing from the river.

The wind was a little chilly, with a moist moisture, blowing the surface of the river and blowing the bamboo forest.

The picture moved, and the bamboo forest also moved with the wind.

Xie An was keenly aware that the amplitude of the bamboo forest shaking was abnormal, and there were faint familiar shadows.