Although the Cheng family sits on Yaocheng for thousands of miles and has countless treasures in the mansion, they have never had a panacea or a treasure that can increase longevity. This kind of anti-heaven thing is coveted by countless unfathomable old monsters who have cultivated to the depths of the sky, and every time there is a bloody storm in this life, only the big sects and big sects may treasure one or two, if they fall into an unknown sect or ordinary family, it will only invite destruction.

Solve the misunderstanding and reconcile with Hetu, Aunt Zi saw the white frost in her eyes and felt pain in her heart. She has always been strong, she put her hair in a bun and made a woman's appearance, and stayed in the pavilion for several days to serve tea and medicine for Hetu, her red lips spit fragrant wind, and she blew the hot medicinal soup warm in one mouth, and carefully took it with him.

The winter solstice is still far away, but the sky is full of snowflakes early, which is a rare early winter.

The white-haired man, still in a green shirt, walked downstairs.

The black robe was replaced by a heroic black fox fur trimmed with gold thread, and the young man standing quietly under the begonia flowers looked back at the inconspicuous men and women on the corridor, smiled knowingly, and stepped away to creak on the snowdrift a few feet behind.

Hetu touched Rouyi, who was holding his arm, to signal that he was fine, sat on the porch chair and looked at the heroic young man beside him, and said with a smile: "Yao'er chose it for you?"

Chang Xi smiled bitterly and spread his hands.

The man in a green shirt, who had contributed most of his life to the Cheng family, tugged at the fox fur fur on his shoulder, exhaled a hot breath and said, "The earlier winter comes, the fewer days Yao'er can last." ”

Chang Xi's body was shocked.

He Tu asked: "Chang Gongzi, did you ever think that it was difficult for you to be a strong man when He Mou connected Yao'er's life and death with the rise and fall of the Cheng family?"

Chang Xi watched a begonia flower fall with the snowflakes, and he smiled: "Sir's words are serious, I saved Sister Cheng Yao because of my kindness, and Mr. did not hesitate to improve my cultivation for a hundred years of life. ”

He smiled again, "What's more, Mr. is like a god, and he has seen thousands of hexagrams before, I'm afraid that even if the juniors don't agree, Sir has countless strategies to convince the juniors, so there is no need to be so troublesome." ”

Hetu was slightly stunned, and said with a dumb smile: "Chang Gongzi is really very human, he has great wisdom without the help of others, Ah Zi is different, how to say that she doesn't understand." ”

Behind her, Aunt Zi heard the man in green shirt laughing at her, she was not annoyed at all, the corners of her mouth were sweet, and every past event with him could withstand memories.

Looking at the storage bag on Chang Xi's waist, Hetu was happy.

In his countless hexagrams, the black-robed young man always held a crystal clear long sword, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, and even the two fought Chang Xi a few days ago using Yao'er's sword Red Shadow. Right now, he could feel that the forbidden aura on the bag was gone, and the sword should be in the bag.

Chang Xi's eyes met the inquiring gaze of Shanghe Tu, his heart moved, a touch of blue bloomed on his waist, a crystal clear thin sword floated in front of him, and the sharp sword qi condensed into a little bit of brilliance around the sword body, like the stars and the moon.

The blue color and sword qi on the moon rainbow sword echoed the golden and blue qi pillar on the top of the daily Xi's head, he didn't dare to peep at the origin and luck of this sword, and there was an intuition in the dark that told him that as long as he dared to use the qi technique, he would be dead here in the next moment.

Hetu said for no reason: "It's really amazing." ”

I don't know if he's talking about swords or people.

Seeing that Hetu once again tightened his fox fur fur, his hair was like snow all over the courtyard, Chang Xi was puzzled. Hetu entered Jindan at the age of twenty-six, and entered the middle of Jindan at the age of thirty, which is the prime of life. A few days ago, at the cost of a hundred years of longevity, he forcibly extracted a wisp of Kyushu luck, and now he should be one hundred and thirty years old.

Chang Xi had entrusted Cheng Yao to send a pill to Hetu for him, that is, he asked Xiao Yao to extract some vitality enhancement pills that he had refined in his body, but he never thought that the effect was not very obvious.

One hundred and thirty years old is not young in the Jindan realm, but it is definitely not the oldest, but looking at Hetu's current appearance, he only has the foundation of the Jindan realm, but he has no background in the Jindan realm, how can he not worry?

Hetu stretched out his hand like an unpredictable prophet to interrupt Chang Xi, who was about to blurt out a question, and shook his head gently, "I know what you want to ask." ”

"I have less than twenty years left to live. ”

The man in the green shirt said slowly, with a detachment in his eyes that saw through the splendid red dust, and his tone was light as if he was telling someone else's story.

Aunt Zi's hand, which had been carefully holding Hetu's shoulder, trembled violently.

Hetu smiled freely: "The master told me back then that the heirs of the same lineage of Qi have been watching other people's luck all their lives, but they don't know what their fate is. Thanks to the kindness of the ancestor of the Cheng family back then, I can get to know a girl like A Zi, and that's enough, nothing else matters. ”

Aunt Zi, who had been silent for a long time, got up, tears rolled in her eyes, and said resolutely: "What about twenty years?

Aunt Zi pointed to Hetu's nose and cried categorically: "The old lady not only wants to support you, but the old lady also wants to raise you to the Yuan Infant Realm! When you have a five-hundred-year lifespan, I want to see what other reasons you can find to leave me!"

Hetu, who was like a god, was at a loss that he had never had, and his pale face turned red and said: "But then didn't I become a little white face, I was also famous in Yao City back then..."

Before he could finish speaking, his cold lips were blocked by a hot red, and a roll of lotus tongue jerkily pried open his lips and teeth to entangle each other, Chang Xi silently turned his head.

After a long time, the lips of the two parted, and Aunt Zi, who boldly expressed her heart, blushed on her face, but she stomped her foot and said, "Hetu, this will not be what you expected, right?"

The man in the green shirt who tasted the taste for the first time smiled bitterly, so he had to keep waving his hand, he couldn't help but sigh that everything in the world runs regularly, but the woman's mind is difficult to find.

Seeing that it was time to take the medicine, Aunt Zi got up to decoct the medicine, and Chang Xi also got up and hung Yuehong on her waist and asked, "Early winter came suddenly, without further ado, I'll set off to bury the bone river." ”

Hetu raised his head and asked, "Do you know anything about the Buried Bone River?"

Chang Xi nodded and said: "In addition to consolidating the realm cultivation in the past few days, the rest of the time has been in the Chengfu library to inquire about the information and classics of the Buried Bone River, and I have more or less understood it clearly. ”

Hetu was silent, bent his fingers and kowtowed his eyebrows, and the image of refuting the miscellaneous hexagrams appeared in the Mud Pill Palace, Hetu barely saw clearly, and only said that blessings and misfortunes depended on each other.

The hexagram is in the front and the blessing is in the back, although it is not a good luck sign, but it is not a certain death. Fortunately, the hexagram is too complicated to distinguish, if you really see it clearly, I am afraid that the twenty years of longevity will be discounted again.

The majestic and long eagle chirped into his ears, turning into a line of golden light A eagle hovered in the air, Chang Xi walked into the courtyard with a sword, under the begonia flower tree, the black fox Qiu pulled out of the blue sheath.

"That evening, I was fortunate to see Mr.'s dragon sword, and Mr. clicked, and recently I have figured out a sword trick, and I also asked Mr. to take a look. ”

The sword in the hand of a young man dressed in a black fox fur surged like a tide in an instant, the black hair and robe were windless and automatic, the silver snow and flower petals in the courtyard were intertwined and flying, and the aura between heaven and earth gathered and rolled downward, like a giant dragon drawing water.

"A sword ascends to the sky!"

Chang Xi rose to the sky, stepping on the head of the dragon with an indomitable sword momentum, the dragon led the way high, and the black fox Qiu sang and soared against the wind.

Aunt Zi was stunned and put the warm medicinal soup to Hetu's mouth, and said in surprise: "That is Chang Gongzi who steps on the head of the heavenly dragon?"

Hetu took the medicinal soup and drank it all in one gulp, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The afterlife is terrifying. ”