Having said that, Fu Huanjing shouldn't be the kind of person who waved his fists to demonstrate, after all, the strong should be humble to the weak.

However, their gang of mountain and wild thieves provoked the wrong person, and Shangguan Yanyue was so precious to Fu Huanjing!

Fu Huanjing is now a worldly inkman, and he has a lot more sense of proportion, just waving his fists to demonstrate, and scaring away this group of ignorant bandits.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

This gang of thieves is not the fuel-efficient lamp, add oil and vinegar to talk about this matter everywhere, how can Ruan Qingting, the witch of the human world, endure it.

Soon after, Fu Huanjing was snubbed by Ruan Qingting and was no longer willing to say anything to her.

"You have your Shangguan Death Moon, why are you still coming to me? Get out!" Ruan Qingting said with tears on her face.

"Ting'er, how can you be so stingy? That Shangguan Yanyue is Murong Luanjie's only beloved apprentice, and now that Murong Luanjie has fallen off a cliff to save you and me, how can you still be so small-bellied?" Fu Huanjing felt that he was very reasonable.

"That's right, then you go to your Shangguan Yanyue! Don't set foot in the human world again for the rest of your life, lest you and I quarrel all day long. Ruan Qingting turned her back and left.

In terms of love, Fu Huanjing is far worse than his beloved disciple Zi Xuanyang!

Now that Zi Xuanyang has married the little princess of Shangyi Kingdom, he has temporarily stopped practicing to break through the realm, which is also the reason why Fu Huanjing is so leisurely.

Seeing that he had eaten turtles at Ruan Qingting's place, Fu Huanjing hurriedly flew to the country where Zixuanyang was located, urging him to step up his cultivation and break through the realm.

Spring went to autumn, and after twenty years of hardship, Fu Huanjing finally met his first nobleman.

"Old monk, what are you looking at! I, Fu Huanjing, are right in front of you, quickly remove the charm from my head for me!" Fu Huanjing yelled impatiently.

"Little donor, what's wrong with you? Why are you trapped here? You're afraid you're not a big devil full of evil, right?" the old monk Shangguan Yun Song asked suspiciously.

"Old monk, don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and get me out, otherwise, don't blame my men for being ruthless. Fu Huanjing threatened.

"Little donor, it's okay to save you, but you need to wear the old man's lock bracelet. Otherwise, there is no room for negotiation. The old monk Shangguan Yunsong took out a pair of rings from his arms and said.

"Okay, okay, okay, you can say anything. Otherwise, I will definitely eat your dead bald donkey immediately. Fu Huan said intimidatingly with his teeth and claws.

"Emperor Xuanyuan Hongru of the Divine Realm, I, Fu Huanjing, have come out again now. I want to fight with you for another three hundred rounds............" Fu Huan broke through the mountain and came out, and the Imperial Dragon Slayer Sword raised his head to the sky and shouted.

I saw that he Fu Huanjing just wanted to fly to the God Realm and settle old accounts with the Emperor Xuanyuan Hongru of the God Realm, but he never thought that he seemed to be pulled back by an inexplicably powerful force, and fell heavily to the ground.

"What did you do to me, you dead donkey?" Fu Huanjing asked as if he had been sealed.

"Little donor, the old man hasn't done anything! It's just that he used a rope to lead your seven emotions and six desires to walk! The old monk Shangguan Yunsong said with a serious face.

"It's extremely hateful! You dead bald donkey, I, Fu Huanjing, have once stepped on the supreme eldest grandson of the demon realm, punched Xuanyuan Hongru, the emperor of the god realm, sat on the spirit realm divine beast Tongtian Giant Python, and mouthed a legend of the illusion world of Sun Wuhe, the eldest husband of the fairy realm. Aren't you afraid that I will accidentally kill you while you are one?" Fu Huanjing asked loudly and threateningly.

"Little donor, as the old saying goes, everyone has glory in the past, don't take a moment as permanent. Now you, under the nose of the old man, try it again?" the old monk Shangguan Yunsong laughed.

Sure enough, he Fu Huanjing had no spiritual power, and he had no power to restrain the chicken, so he had to let the dead bald donkey call him.

The master and apprentice embarked on the road to the foggy countries, to seek the supreme Dharma of the foggy mountains of Naxiong Prefecture and the stars of the stars.

"Master, let's go to the Fog Countries like this, aren't you afraid of being eaten by monsters on the way?" Fu Huanjing asked curiously.

"The teacher will naturally not be afraid, and at that time, the teacher will run away first, and you will be left to give them those monsters to gnaw. The old monk Shangguan Yun Songyun said lightly.

"Count you ruthless! When the time comes, don't blame the fugitive, I won't save you. Fu Huanjing said angrily.

"What are you doing in a daze, when you are really an uncle, why don't you hurry up and help get some water for the teacher, and give you a boy's face, right?" The old monk Shangguan Yunsong drove the lock bracelet to make Fu Huanjing extremely painful and had to act on orders, kicking and scolding him.

"You dead bald donkey, I'll wait for my master! If one day I Fu Huanjing takes off this pair of rings, you will die!" Fu Huanjing muttered through gritted teeth.

After a while, Fu Huanjing came to the stream, and the water was very clear and pure.

"Shameless thief, you dare to come here to steal water to drink, are you impatient?" asked a beautiful girl dressed as a Taoist priest who suddenly appeared to stop Fu Huanjing from fetching water.

"Girl, I'm afraid you're mistaken, right? This stream is so long, it can't all be yours, right?" Fu Huanjing asked with a laugh.

"Shameless thief, who is laughing with you? My father said that this stream should not be drunk by others, otherwise something will happen. Murong Luanjie continued to obstruct her.

"I don't believe it! I'll drink it, you're going to beat me!" Fu Huanjing ignored the woman's obstruction, took a sip of water in both hands, drank it, and laughed.

"Shameless thief, spit out water quickly! Murong Luanjie threatened with his sword.

"I don't, you're chasing me............" Fu Huanjing grimaced at the woman and laughed.

Subsequently, Fu Huanjing thought that the woman was just scaring him for being timid.

However, after a while, he suffered a severe pain in his abdomen, and fell to the edge of the stream, wallowing desperately.

"Shameless thief, you are honest now! This stream is called the Fountain of Death. So, you know, the water in this stream comes from the water of life. Who told you not to listen to this girl's advice, you deserve this!" Murong Luanjie chuckled.

"Girl, help! I know it's wrong, I won't dare next time!I won't dare next time!" Fu Huanjing pretended to be about to die, and pleaded bitterly.

"Okay, shameless thief, see if you can still know your mistakes and change them, I'll give you an antidote for the time being!" Murong Luanjie stepped forward and gave Fu Huanjing an antidote and said.

"It's so moist! These delicate and delicate lips, I don't know how long Fu Huanjing hasn't kissed them. I really didn't expect that there would be such a peerless beauty in this huge mountain field. Fu Huanjing took advantage of Murong Luanjie's inattention and kissed her on the lips and said.

"Pervert hooligan, this girl is going to kill you!" Murong Luanjie hurriedly swung her sword and stabbed at Fu Huanjing, scolding angrily.

"Stop! Luan Jie, don't be presumptuous!" said Murong Bo, a real person who flew over, stopped Murong Luan Jie and saved Fu Huanjing's life.

"Daddy, why did you save him? Just now he was so shamelessly contemptuous of his daughter, didn't you see all of it?" Murong Luanjie asked with tears on her face.

"Luan Jie, don't be presumptuous! he is the only son of your father and my brother Fu Huanxiong, you can't play the temper of the eldest lady anymore!"

"Yes, it's still Uncle Murong who is right. Cousin Luanjie, I'm Fu Huanjing, but your cousin. In this illusory realm, how can there be any reason for my cousin to kill my cousin!" Fu Huanjing said with a hippie smile.

"Forget it, for Daddy's sake, I'll let you go today. If you dare to be lighter than this girl next time, this girl promises to let you be a eunuch for a lifetime like You Changqian. Murong Luanjie said viciously.

"Jing'er, now the Martial Arts Alliance Leader Conference is being held on the top of Jiuhua Mountain, and your father is the former Martial Arts Alliance Leader. You can't miss this grand event!Come and find out with your uncle!" Yunyou real person Murong Bo persuaded.

"What my uncle said is true, although my father has passed away for a long time, it has always been his last wish for me to succeed to the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance. Fu Huan choked up.

"Cousin Fu Huan, just your three-legged cat's kung fu, you still want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and you're about to die of laughter. Murong Luanjie sneered.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!" Fu Huanjing retorted.

The three of them worked together and soon arrived at the top of Jiuhua Mountain.

"Master Emei, this new martial arts alliance leader, I'm afraid it must be you. Shaolin Temple abbot Fang Rui Jueheng said.

"Shaolin Abbot, this can't be nonsense. In this illusory realm, no one knows that your selfless divine skill has already broken through the transformation realm. If you want to be a teacher, this new martial arts alliance leader must be you!" said Emei Shitai Shangguan Ruiqiu modestly.

"Business blows each other, just serve the two of you. Have you two forgotten that the closed disciple of the martial arts rookie Jiuhua Villa, Yuwen Fuze, who has a compelling aura? That person is a strong contender for the leader of the martial arts alliance this year. Nangong Han, the head of the Wudang faction, reminded the two.

"The head of Nangong is joking! There are still a lot of juniors, what do you need to learn from the three of you seniors?" Yuwen Fuze said modestly.

"Brother Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?" asked Yuwen Tuoba, the owner of Jiuhua Villa.

"Brother Yuwen, you have to worry a lot! Brother Xian has been doing a little better in the past few days. I didn't just learn that you, Brother Yuwen, held this new martial arts alliance leader election meeting. The virtuous brother galloped over, for fear that he would miss this once-in-a-century event. Yunyou real person Murong Bo replied.

"Brother Murong, presumably this is Brother Xian, your beloved daughter Murong Luanjie is right! Sure enough, it is the eighteenth change of the female university! I haven't seen her for many years, but she has become a peerless beauty!" Yuwen Tuoba, the owner of Jiuhua Villa, exclaimed.

"Brother Yuwen, really good eyesight! This is the little girl, this time I came in person, and by the way, I also came for the marriage contract between the little girl and your beloved son. Yunyou real person Murong Bo said.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Murong! Look at my tattered memory as a big brother, I can forget about such a big thing as marriage. Brother Xian, you can rest assured that the marriage contract between my son Feiyu and Ling Ailuanjie will inevitably be held ceremoniously after the conference. Yuwen Tuoba laughed, the owner of Jiuhua Mountain Villa.

"Cousin Luanjie, how arrogant are you? You're about to get married, do you want to be angry again?" Fu Huanjing whispered to Murong Luanjie.

"Cousin Fu Huan, you won't have to worry about this matter, not to mention who are you from my Murong Luanjie?" asked Murong Luanjie as she stepped heavily on Fu Huanjing's right foot.

This was very embarrassing, Fu Huanjing was speechless, so he had to hold his painful right foot and cry on the side.

"Young Master Feiyu, forget it, even if you don't want to marry that arrogant young lady of the Murong family, you don't need to use the Heavenly Machine Stone to travel through time and space and go to 10,000 years ago, right?"

"What do you know, muddy man? My master once told me that this omnipotent Heavenly Machine Stone would tell me. What is my mission in this life, and what should I live for the rest of my life? Yuwen Feiyu said by tapping the scholar's head.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Machine Stone seemed to sense something, and a space-time rift was generated out of thin air.

In an instant, the huge attraction generated by the space-time rift actually sucked Yuwen Feiyu into the crack and disappeared.

Then, the panicked scholar hurriedly ran out of the door and shouted for help everywhere, hoping that someone could save his Young Master Feiyu.

Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie, who were chatting and laughing in the corridor, heard the cry for help, and hurriedly rushed to Yuwen Feiyu's room.

Before the two of them could find a way to save the person, they were swallowed up by the rift in time and space.

The three people who traveled through time and space did not travel to 10,000 years ago, but to the Three Kingdoms era when the three kingdoms of the human world were in full swing.

"Lord Qiqi, Yuan Shao's army is coming, you better run away quickly!" a soldier covered in blood ran in front of Shangguan Feiyu and shouted loudly.

"Lord, what Lord, where is this, and who am I?" Shangguan Feiyu asked puzzled.

I saw that the soldier didn't have time to elaborate, and he lost too much blood and died.

"Brother Feiyu, it's too late to explain too much! Run for your life!" said Fu Huanjing on the side.

"As the old saying goes, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of no firewood. Murong Luanjie on the other side nodded in agreement.

The three of them tightened their hands between each other, and tirelessly ran for a hundred miles, and finally escaped the pursuit of Yuan Shao's million-strong army.

It turned out that the three of them traveled to the Three Kingdoms era, Yuwen Feiyu became the traitor Cao Cao, Fu Huanjing became the emperor's uncle Liu Bei, and Murong Luanjie became Sun Shangxiang of Eastern Wu.

"Dare to ask the lord, who are the two of them, are they to kill or stay?" Xiahou Yuan asked on his knees.

"Sun Shangxiang of Eastern Wu, Liu Bei of Western Shu, what do you say?" Cao Cao scolded angrily.

Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie, before they had time to stay in the Three Kingdoms for a few more days, they would return to their homeland early.

"Cousin Luan Jie, do you regret it?" asked Fu Huanjing.

"Cousin Fu Huan, what do I regret? Don't suddenly sensationalize, okay? The two of us may die, and we can go back." Murong Luanjie was uncomfortable.

"Cousin Luan Jie, don't be like this all the time! After all, the identity of the two of us in this Three Kingdoms era is still a fake husband and wife! If you pretend a little, we are better than Jin Jian!" Fu Huan said without a blink.

"Cousin Fu Huan, then in the next life, look at your specific performance!" Murong Luanjie closed her eyes and went to her death.

Fu Huanjing hurriedly put away the Tianji Stone, this small section of the Milky Way in the past seven hundred years was enough for him to vomit for three days and three nights.

Next, Fu Huanjing had to accept the order of Murong Bo, the Great Elder of the Illusory Realm, to go to the Netherworld North Sea to enlighten the Fuyao Ghost Queen of the Big Milk and Cheap Fuyao Garden again.

The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, holding the sword of his master Tiefutu, soon arrived at the extreme north of the illusory world, the Netherworld North Sea.

After staying in the Netherworld Beihai for a few days, Fu Huanjing met Princess Jiang Surui by chance, and asked her where Jiang Fuyao of the Netherworld Beihai lived now.

It turned out that the princess Jiang Surui of the Illusory Netherworld North Sea in front of her was just the youngest princess in their Netherworld North Sea.

That Jiang Fuyao is the eldest princess of their Netherworld North Sea. A natural stunner, with a convex and backward curved, and a beautiful figure.

It's just that! Our reckless and dissolute eldest princess Jiang Fuyao has been lingering in the most lively entertainment and leisure place in the Netherworld Ghost Capital for a long time, and has been getting drunk all night with those dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital. In the eyes of all the ghostly women in the Netherworld Ghost Capital, she is just a long-term princess who is very good at lustful, scratching her head and showing off her coquettishness.

It needs to be explained here that Jiang Fuyao belongs to the Netherworld Beihai, the extreme north of the illusory world, but he is very fond of the Netherworld Ghost King in the Netherworld Ghost Capital, so he has lived in the Anxiety Relief Tavern in the Netherworld Ghost Capital Fuyao Garden for a long time.

Over time, the ghost woman who had a ghost capital bumped into the drunken and nonsense eldest princess Jiang Fuyao on the winding and dilapidated ghost road. Seeing that although she had an amazing figure, she didn't know that her self-righteous behavior was so obscene and debauched, so they were not far behind her, and secretly cursed to her: What's so great about the big milk!

After drunken and gibberish, the eldest princess Jiang Fuyao, her every move is so eye-catching and intriguing. Her smile and smile could teach all the spirit men in this Netherworld Ghost Capital to feel intoxicated, and those ghostly women who were angry on the side were even more envious.

Especially when Jiang Fuyao, the eldest princess of the Netherworld North Sea, held a wine pot that needed countless small summer coins to burn, and walked drunk left and right to the Nai He Bridge. Her alluring richness and all kinds of style were completely revealed in front of the entire Netherworld Ghost City at the moment when she bent down and poured out the river of the dead under the bridge. Seeing such a beautiful scenery, countless spirit men stopped to watch, and taught them to be confused, willing to immediately turn into the trickle of water under the bridge, wanting to taste how delicious the delicious food that this peerless beauty had chewed.

Why do the spirit men in the entire Netherworld Ghost Capital suddenly prefer to pursue a ghostly woman like Jiang Fuyao, the eldest princess of the Netherworld North Sea, this is all thanks to the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang of our fantasy world.

"Huh! You stupid and ignorant illusory men. This princess is honestly lying on the bed of the Immortal Palace in this illusory world, two thousand miles away from the Netherworld North Sea in your bitter cold land, and she can be slandered by all of you. Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess in the warm bedding, pouted and muttered to herself as she played with the child's temper.

The root cause is that Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess in the Immortal Palace of the Illusory World, has a petite and cute face and a sexy and beautiful collarbone, although she is small and peaceful. What's more, she is also loyal to all the spirits in the illusory world, and she is a spirited woman with a clear and jade body, which naturally attracts countless men in the illusory world to pursue her.

It is said that on the land of the illusory world, the spirit man who wants to pursue her dream has already lined up from the immeasurable mountain of lava giants to the Netherworld North Sea. What's more, some men in the illusory world who want to cut in the queue halfway are lurking in the depths of the Netherworld and Ghost Capital, waiting for an opportunity!

It's just that, since Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess of our Illusory Realm Valhalla Palace, decided to visit the five realms of the Illusory Realm in person to choose the future Immortal Palace for herself. The eldest son of the abyss lord of the soul abyss, the eldest son of the valley lord of the endless valley, the eldest son of the spring lord of the essence devouring spring, and the eldest son of the lake lord of the soul dead lake, all four of them are on the tortuous road of pursuing our unruly princess Meng Yingqiang, one after another: breaking halberds and sinking sand.

Let's ask, in the entire Netherworld Ghost Capital, how many people have family backgrounds that can be compared to the eldest sons of the four Phantom Realm Princes? The answer is naturally very rare, and there are only a handful.

Because of this, the spirit men in the entire Netherworld Ghost Capital firmly believed that those small-breasted ghost women were difficult to pursue, so they all ran more willingly to pursue this ghostly woman who was as cheap as Jiang Fuyao, the eldest princess of the Netherworld North Sea.

From the mouths of the ghosts in the Netherworld Ghost Capital, Fu Huanjing brushed up those words, and roughly understood what kind of ups and downs the love past had in front of him, who was drinking fine wine.

First of all, it was the Netherworld Ghost King who had failed her, and she had a deep affection for the ghost queen. Then, Murong Bo, the great elder of his Yunding Sword Sect, actually smeared poison and salt on the wound of her love after the ghost in order to deceive a wisp of sword soul in the Fuyao Garden.

At this point, Fu Huanjing finally understood the reason why Murong Bo, the Great Elder of his Yunding Sword Sect, bowed down three times and begged him to go to the Netherworld North Sea.

Three days later, late at night, in a worry-relieving tavern in the Netherworld Ghost Capital Fuyao Garden, Fuyao Ghost met Fu Huanjing by chance. Unexpectedly, the two hit it off at first sight, and they started a long talk.

"I don't dare to be deep, I'm afraid of a big dream. "The Fuyao ghost of the Fuyao Garden bought drunk and said.

"I don't dare to calculate all the hexagrams, and I am afraid of the impermanence of heaven. Fu Huanjing, who was confident, drank.

"Little brat, if you know what to tell, you'll just fool those ignorant children!" said the half-drunk Fuyao Ghost Queen Fu Huan Jing with a light smile.

"I hope that someone will treat you as before, hurt you to the bone, and never be disappointed. I would like to toast you with a glass of wine, and may you have poems, dreams, and a frank distance. Cheers, you're free. ???" Fu Huanjing immediately put away the copper coins used for fortune telling on the wine table, picked up a glass of excellent wine, and said to the ghost queen.

"There won't be any more, your eldest brother, the Nether Ghost King, will marry her tomorrow. In the future, no one will feel sorry for me after the ghost, the prosperity is no longer beautiful, and the skin is like a dead wood and an old man. After shaking the ghost, Fu Huanjing in front of her, who was drunk and mistook it for the ninth brother of the Netherworld Ghost King, raised a pot of wine and drank bitterly.

"There will be, there will be. Fu Huanjing patted his thick chest and assured the queen of Fuyao.

"I helped the wanderings of the ghost queen in my life, just to let that firm footprint leave a deep trace on the road without regrets. I have followed all my life, just to let the blooming flowers in the fragrant garden, forever linger a faint fragrance. The love and hate of my life is just to let that emotional entanglement in the desolate desert drift away forever with the wind. After all, my Hongchen has dreams, remembering the rights and wrongs of you and me in the past. There are tears in my red dust, engraved in front of the moonlit flowers that you and I once were. My red dust once had you Netherworld Ghost King, but I couldn't hold hands with those happy years of your and my lives. The ghost queen leaned drunkenly against the window, looked at the festive mansion of the ghost king in the distance, and cried out heartbreakingly.

"Don't cry! the crown will fall off, and the bad guys will laugh. It's not your fault for shaking the ghost, it's just that my eldest brother, the Netherworld Ghost King, is not worthy of you. In my opinion, you deserve someone better than him, who has a deep affection for you. Fu Huanjing stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and comforted.

"It is said that if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Without him, the Netherworld Ghost King, what is the use of me asking for the crown of the Netherworld Queen of the Netherworld now?"

"After shaking the ghost, I wonder what your plans are in the future?" Fu Huanjing asked wanting to divert the current sad topic.

Fuyao Garden belongs to the Netherworld Ghost Capital, just like Yunshui Village belongs to Shangguan County.

"Some people's acquaintances are like a dream, and I lost this relationship after shaking the ghost. The moment his Netherworld Ghost King turned around, I still had to shed tears and leave this Netherworld Ghost City with him. After wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she looked out the window, wanting to take one last look at the beautiful night scene of this ghostly city.

"Don't go!" Fu Huanjing hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"In this netherworld ghost capital, there is no one who loves me. What's the point of me staying after the ghost?" asked the queen of the ghost.

"No, there will still be people who love you, and I love you very much!" Fu Huanjing said.

"You don't understand, it's not love, it's just a liking for beautiful things. When its prosperity is gone, and it is no longer beautiful, you will naturally start to dislike it. The ghost queen was amused by the childish words of the ninth brother of the Netherworld Ghost King in front of her.

"No, even if she is old and has a dead skin, I will never be disgusted with her. Fu Huanjing slapped his heavy chest again and assured the ghost queen.

"After falling in love with him and the ghost king, I drank lonely wine and blew the wind of freedom, waiting for a person who had no return date. For the rest of my life, I dreamed of only myself. After shaking the ghost, she recalled the past and wept with emotion.

"After shaking the ghost, my eldest brother Netherworld Ghost King, he doesn't deserve to make you wait! Promise me, forget him. Start over and love someone who is worth your wait. Fu Huanjing advised.

"I don't want to love casually anymore after shaking the ghost, because there is a kind of loneliness called rather lacking than abundant, and there is a kind of loneliness called just waiting for someone. Fuyao said coldly.

"Why? My eldest brother, the Netherworld Ghost King, is it so unforgettable for you to shake the ghost queen?" Fu Huanjing also asked too deeply into the play.

"His Netherworld Ghost King is my dream of gaining and losing after shaking the ghost, and I am his dispensable person. After all, the arrows that cross the mountains and rivers are stabbed by people with extreme affection. Fuyao said as she felt her nose ache.

"I am also extremely affectionate to you, why are you unwilling to live or die, and give me a chance, so that I can also have a chance to be affectionate with you?" Fu Huanjing cried out loudly.

"I naively thought that I would see a deer when I was deep in the forest, a whale when the sea was blue, and a ghost king when I woke up in my dream. But in fact, when the fog rises in the deep forest, when the sea is blue, the waves surge, and when the dream wakes up, the night continues, and there are no deer, no whales, and no him. But after all, the deer came in the fog, the whale surged with the waves, and he didn't look back, so how did he know that I wasn't there. But it seems to me that the deer is frightened when he sees a man, and disappears into the depths of the forest, and the whale treads the waves and runs aground in the shallows, just as I see him, as if I were frightened. After all, the deer is afraid of people, the tide recedes and the whale falls, and the fog hides his heart, and he doesn't see him, he doesn't see me. The ghost queen sighed.

After that, he felt sleepy again, and slowly placed his jade arms on the wine table, and fell asleep with a light pillow.

Fu Huanjing, who had been talking drunk with the ghost queen, gently picked it up from the wine table, put it on the bed slowly, slowly took off her treasure boots, carefully covered it with a warm bedding, and closed the door and window and left quietly.

The next day, the emperor of the Netherworld Ghost King, his big wedding ceremony was held as scheduled, firecrackers rang out in unison, gongs and drums were noisy, and the ghosts and demons of the whole city were carnivaling, celebrating this once-in-a-century event.

After waking up, she was awakened by the earth-shattering noise outside the paper window, so she put on her treasure boots regardless of the left and right, and quickly pushed the window to look.

I saw that the ghost king was dressed in red, riding a tall horse, saluting and thanking the demons on both sides, and slowly passed under the paper window behind her ghosts.

After all, he still married her as his wife, and the mountain alliance and sea oaths that he had promised her to help the ghost queen were so fragile that they were dissipated by the breeze.

After the heart is like ashes, she no longer believes that there is a bullshit love in this illusory world. She did not return to the Netherworld to inherit the queen's throne. Instead, he chose to stay in the anxiety relief tavern in this Fuyao Garden for the rest of his life, and he was very satisfied with being an ordinary wine maid.

As for Fu Huanjing, this lover, who actually put the nine princes of the ghost with brocade clothes and jade food, has to go to the worry-relieving tavern of the Fuyao Garden, and is willing to be a small handyman.

"Little brat, do you say that the women in this world are better women with big breasts and low breasts, or are they better girls with small breasts?" asked Fu Huanjing with a slight smile after the wine maid shook the ghost.

Although he is only a poor fortune teller, he only looks at people and not at his chest. A woman with great milk and a low woman is very good if she does good deeds. A girl with a small breast, if she does evil, it is not good. The little handyman Fu Huanjing played with the copper coins in his hand and replied with bleeding nostrils.

Suddenly, the temple of memory of the ghost queen collapsed, and all the good things in front of him disappeared.

"Fu Huanjing, how dare you use the Heavenly Machine Stone to make me hurt again?" Fu Huanjing, after shaking the ghost, without him Fu Huanjing explaining, the ghost claw grabbed his neck and asked angrily.

"Sister Fuyao, don't worry! Please continue to enjoy!" Fu Huanjing said with difficulty panting.

The two of them entered the Tianji Stone again, and after shaking the ghost, they wanted to see what he could do with Fu Huanjing and what flowers he could play next.

Fate, wonderful!

At the same time, our unruly princess Meng Yingqiang of the Illusory Realm Heroic Palace is also in the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop in the Illusory Netherworld Ghost Capital Fuyao Garden, accompanying the third brother of the Netherworld Ghost King to drink and have fun!

Hearing this, Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess of our illusion world, who was small-breasted and peaceful, naturally felt very unhappy like a fish in her throat.

"Little handyman, come here!" Meng Yingqiang waved her hand and shouted.

"Here, I don't know what you want to do?" Fu Huanjing asked with a smile on his face.

"Princess Ben just heard that you said that this ghostly woman with a small chest in the illusion world, if she does that evil thing, it will not be good?

"The villain owes!" Fu Huanjing hurriedly slapped his favorite, causing trouble, and begged for mercy on his knees.

"Little brat, get up, you didn't say you missed anything, why are you so groveling and begging for mercy from her, a ghostly woman with small breasts?" Jiang Fuyao hurriedly pulled Fu Huanjing, who was kneeling on his knees, and said.

"She is now the only daughter of the Spirit Venerable of the Illusory Realm Heroic Spirit Palace, Meng Yingqiang, we still have one more thing, it's better to have one less thing!" Fu Huanjing explained softly in Jiang Fuyao's ear after hiding.

"So what? Now, on the land of the five borders of the vast illusion realm, the prince has broken the law, and he is still guilty of the same crime as the common people. The guest officials present tonight can still make her a barbaric princess of the Heroic Palace, turn this black and white that has not changed for thousands of years upside down?" Jiang Fuyao argued.

As for the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang at this time, why didn't the third brother of the Netherworld Ghost King beside her stand up immediately and pull her former ninth brother by the hand. Naturally, it was because the father of the Netherworld Ghost King, who was also the biological father of the two of them, had already severed the father-son relationship with him, the rebel son.

"Reversing black and white? Good and bad! This princess will be good tonight, you big and lowly ghost girl, carefully break and pull, restore this black and white, and return to the front and back. Meng Yingqiang stood up with a bulging purse in her hand and said.

"I don't know how to restore this black and white, and how to return to the position," Jiang Fuyao asked with a sneer.

"If you recognize what is right and what is wrong, you will restore black and white, and return to the right and the back. Meng Yingqiang said with her empty hands.

"So what, what about the clear identification?" Jiang Fuyao just stood up a little straighter, and asked disdainfully.

To tell the truth, comparing the horizontal and vertical directions, the ravines on the chests of the two princesses are really different.

"First of all, it was Princess Ben who took the initiative to beckon him over, and just casually asked him a little, innocuous question. Asked him if what he said just now was suspected of despising all the small-breasted and peaceful ghost women in the illusion realm. Then, he slapped his mouth without knowing his self-love, and kept apologizing to Princess Ben. In the end, you, a big-breasted and lowly ghostly woman for unknown reasons, drew a knife to help him when he saw injustice, and came up with a reasonable explanation for him to ask for this princess. Dare to ask what Princess Ben said, has she ever said something that does not match the truth?" Meng Yingqiang said in a clear and coherent manner.

"No!" Jiang Fuyao said.

"It's just that now it seems that these three old things have become less important. In the middle of drinking, the princess suddenly found that she had lost a beautiful purse containing ten small summer coins. Meng Yingqiang said pitifully.

Seeing that the words were only half spoken, Meng Yingqiang suddenly stopped talking and continued, staring at Jiang Fuyao's jade body with a pair of black eyes, and looked up and down.

"What?" Jiang Fuyao asked with a creepy chest that was stared at by Meng Yingchang.

"It's not good! It's just that this princess, now I suspect that among all the spiritual and physical bones present in this whole anxiety relief wine shop, that is, the poorest little handyman. He stole it!" Meng Yingqiang said deliberately intermittently.

During the conversation, I saw her barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang, stretching out the index finger of her right jade hand straight, pointing at all the spirits present in the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop. Then she kept turning her jade body, and every moment her index finger, the spirit body she pointed to, was changing in a different way. Finally, when her words fell, the index finger that rotated so much that it couldn't stop pointed at the little handyman Fu Huanjing, and it no longer rotated in a circle, but froze and stopped in one place.

"Impossible!"

"There's no way he's going to steal the purse!"

"As far as I know, he's a good man!"

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

For a while, everyone in the Anxiety Relief Tavern in the Netherworld Ghost Capital began to talk about it. However, after sorting out their words a little, what they extracted was the same meaning, that little handyman Fu Huanjing was absolutely impossible to steal, and she was a savage princess Meng Ying's exquisite purse.

"Didn't you hear it! Our princess in the illusionary world, you are very wrong now, he is absolutely impossible, it is the spirit who stole your purse. Personally, I think well, because of the unreasonable slander you just made to him, you must bow down and apologize to him!" Jiang Fu shook his chest and forced Meng Yingyan to force.

"Apologize to him, a shameless thief? This is really a ridiculous joke in the world! He should have knelt down and begged for forgiveness from this princess! All of you here, the ancients once said that people's hearts are separated from their bellies. Little handyman, you just hand it over obediently! Hopefully, when the princess is in a good mood, she will no longer care about this matter. Meng Yingqiang pushed Jiang Fuyao away and said with a smile to Huan Jing.

"Okay! I've said everything. An ancient man who was hurriedly passing by in front of her eyes hid her face and wept.

"I didn't steal your purse, what do you want me to pay? Look at this pocket, no! Look at this pocket............" The little handyman Fu Huanjing was full of grievances and rummaged through the only two pockets he had in his body to clear himself of the accusation.

The handyman Fu Huanjing's handyman clothes only had two shabby pockets, and after he turned one pocket inside out for everyone to see, he went to dig through the other one.

Suddenly, Fu Huanjing found that there was an extra bulging exquisite purse in his pocket, so he immediately tightened his pocket.

"What are you looking at? You're going to dig it out quickly?" Meng Yingqiang, who saw that the treacherous plan had succeeded, asked persistently.

"Yes, little brat, you are still rubbing something, hurry up and dig it out, so that you can prove your innocence! I believe you must not have stolen her beautiful purse. Jiang Fuyao urged.

"What are you waiting for, take it out!" Meng Yingqiang said in an aggravated tone.

"Don't force me!" shouted the little handyman Fu Huanjing, trembling all over his body and sweating coldly.

"What are you afraid of, little boy! Anyway, you didn't steal, I'll help you dig it out!" Jiang Fuyao continued to persuade.

Jiang Fuyao immediately walked slowly towards Fu Huanjing, stretching out his hands to help him dig through another pocket.

"Don't come here!" Fu Huanjing suddenly shouted at Jiang Fuyao.

Fu Huanjing, who was clenching his pockets, knew that at this time, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would not be able to wash away the slander on his body, and he didn't want to affect Jiang Fuyao, whom he had loved for a long time, so he planned to escape from the lobby door of the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop behind him.

"Take it!" Meng Yingqiang, who saw that Fu Huanjing intended to escape, immediately commanded loudly to a burly guard behind her.

But he never thought that the little handyman Fu Huanjing had just escaped to the door of the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop, and was captured by the negative knife behind Meng Yingqiang.

"Little handyman, take it out obediently!" Meng Yingqiang bowed forward and sneered.

At this time, although Fu Huanjing was caught by Jin Yuan, his left hand was still clasping his pocket, as if he was with the worn-out pocket tailor.

"No, I just didn't steal it! What do you want me to take?" Fu Huanjing said unyieldingly.

Jin Yuan grabbed Fu Huanjing's right arm, and was pulling hard, and he desperately clasped the left hand in his pocket.

"Okay! Princess Ben respects you as a true man! Jinyuan, stop breaking it up! Give Princess Ben directly, cut off his left hand for me!" Meng Yingqiang scolded loudly.

"Ahh

"Little brat!no!" Jiang Fuyao hurriedly went to help Fu Huanjing stop the wound and cried loudly.

In the blink of an eye, all the spirits present in the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop were shocked and speechless.

Jiang Fuyao pounced on her "little brat", and immediately tore off her precious skirt silk scarf, tied it into a ball of scarf yarn, and wrapped it around Fu Huanjing's severed hand, trying to stop the huge blood pillars that were spraying everywhere.

"Jinyuan, hurry up and break his left hand, let the big guy take a closer look to see if he has stolen the princess's exquisite purse. Meng Ying Qiangyun sat upright lightly and commanded.

"Subordinates obey!" replied to Jin Yuan with his hands spread out and staggered up and down on one knee.

As the burly servant Jin Yuan forcefully broke open the fingers of Fu Huanjing's broken left hand that fell to the ground, a bulging exquisite phantom woman purse appeared in front of the spirits of the Liberation Tavern.

"Princess Qiyu, please take a look!" said the burly servant Jin Yuan, kneeling down on one knee and presenting her hands to Meng Yingqiang's lost exquisite purse.

"Yo he! I never thought of it! I didn't see you for a while, and you were even more puffed up than before. It seems that you have already more than ten small summer coins now!Then let this princess, come and see, how many small summer coins do you have?" Meng Yingqiang laughed in surprise.

"You female devil!" Jiang Fuyao cried and scolded the seriously injured Fu Huanjing in his arms to the cold-blooded and ruthless Meng Yingqiang.

"Female devil? Now you, a muddy man with big breasts and a low face, do you know that you regret it? Wasn't it you just now, shouting again and again to restore black and white, and return to the right and the opposite? Now he Fu Huanjing is black, and my dream Yingchang is white! In addition, there is another thing that the father wants to say, this exquisite purse, in an instant, there are forty extra small summer coins for no reason, how many customers' purses does he Fu Huanjing steal on weekdays? Isn't this bullying honest people?" Meng Yingqiang smashed the bulging hard purse in her hand viciously on Jiang Fuyao's face and asked angrily.

"I just didn't steal!" said Fu Huanjing, who was bleeding profusely.

The spirits in the Anxiety Relief Wine Workshop, who blamed themselves for watching people go away, retreated, they probably couldn't see such a bloody and violent scene, for fear that they would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares.

Now in this huge anxiety-relieving wine shop, only the unruly princess Meng Yingqiang, who likes to play with human life, Fu Huanjing, a tavern handyman who is about to die, and Jiang Fuyao, the wine maid who has already cried tears, are the three of them.

"Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you this, Jiang Fuyao, the eldest princess with big breasts and a low chest in the Netherworld Beihai! As for that purse, it is this princess, who put it in his own hand before, and he Fu Huanjing put it in his left pocket. Meng Yingqiang bowed and whispered softly in Jiang Fuyao's ear.

"Why, why?" asked Jiang Fuyao, who was in tears, tugging at the hem of Meng Yingyan's skirt.

"What's so great about the big milk! The big milk is cheap!" Meng Yingqiang lifted her small breasts and kicked them away, Jiang Fuyao said.

Meng Yingqiang slowly walked out of the Anxiety Relief Wine Shop and disappeared into the dark night where she couldn't see her fingers.

"Ignore her! she's a madwoman in the attic, as long as you're spiritually healthy. Fu Huanjing felt a little relieved and said with a smile.

"Why are you so stupid?" Jiang Fuyao hugged Fu Huanjing and cried bitterly in his bottomless ravine.

"I'm not stupid to be Fu Huanjing! Being held so tightly in my arms by you after shaking the ghost, I am about to die of happiness, it turns out that your arms are so warm. I'm so cold, I really want to be like this, to be held by you forever............" Fu Guojing said with a smile on his face.

"Little brat, as long as you promise not to leave me again, I promise you! Jiang Fuyao cried.

"I promise you, I ............," Fu Huanjing said with a tear of regret in the corner of his reluctant eyes.

"Little brat, you promised me that you wouldn't leave me. You promised me ............" Jiang Fuyao hugged Fu Huanjing's gradually cold body more and more tightly, and cried out loudly.

At the end of the song, the people dispersed, and the queen of Fuyao was very satisfied with Fu Huanjing's performance, so she let him go.

Fu Huanjing never expected that this Fuyao Ghost, who gave the Great Elder of the Yunding Sword Sect Murong Bo a headache, would be so easy to coax. He Fu Huanjing just used the Tianji Stone to fill the old wine in a new bottle on Murong Bo's coaxing skills many years ago, and added such a vulgar love story, which made her cry after shaking the ghost.

"Stinky boy, I really didn't expect that you, who died in marriage, could still make this ghost queen feel so much, unforgettable. After shaking the ghost, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and thanked her.

"Sister Ghost Queen, I understand the truth, but you have been sticking out your three-foot-long tongue and licking my spiritual bones. I just don't know, what kind of trouble are you going to make here?" Fu Huanjing asked in a low voice pretending to be calm.

"Stinky boy, don't worry! Sister, I won't eat you, I want you to go for me, hurt the heart of Murong Luanjie, the daughter of Murong Bo, who has a bad heart! After shaking the ghost, the ghost claw stretched out, and put the regretful tears that fell on the ground into the dust bag and said.

"Sister Ghost Queen, I know, I will do my best to Fu Huanjing, and there will be a period later. "Fu Huanjing's Imperial Sword, the Divine Sword of the Heavens, said goodbye.

Fu Huanjing, who returned to the Jingxin Wine Workshop, continued to write the Illusory Chronicles Ceremony, and practiced boxing on the third floor.

Master Tiefutu recently heard that the aura of the Qing Ying Divine Sword reappeared in the Soul Death Lake after many years, so he was worried all day long.

Observing the subtle Fu Huanjing, he naturally knew that the master must have taken a fancy to the huge aura of the divine sword, so he secretly planned to use the power of the Tianji Stone again to help the master get this favorite.

The Green Immortal Sword, the lake master of the Soul Death Lake, Meng Lipo, his sword aura is incomparable.

Stealing the Qingying Divine Sword was his purpose for Fu Huanjing. Winning the knowing smile of his master Tiefutu was his motivation for Fu Huanjing.

As the old saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

At the moment, Fu Huanjing doesn't know anything about the Soul Death Lake, and he doesn't know where to start.

But the small piece of Tianji Stone in the dust-free bag would naturally tell him all this.

The Soul Death Lake, where Meng Lipo is stationed, belongs to the land of the Five Directions of the Illusory Realm, and naturally has to abide by the rules of Valhalla.

In the land of the ghostly dead lake, there are many beautiful dancers, and entertainment venues are blooming everywhere, and its number ranks first among the five countries in the fantasy world.

Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess who ran back to the Valhalla of the Illusory Realm with tears streaming down her face, was not blocked in her heart by ordinary discomfort, and she was extremely painful. So, she decided to go to the ghost dead lake full of entertainment venues to play alone, and take a break from the depression in her heart.

Fate, wonderful!

The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing and the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang, where the two of them are going, are the ghostly dead lakes full of singers.

What kind of adventure did the two of them have with the second prince Meng Dingxuan in the Jingchen King City on the side of the Soul Dead Lake? Who are the people under one person and above ten thousand people in the mouths of these people?

Meng Yingqiang, the unruly princess who came here to play, is holding the Lingxue Sword. Fu Huanjing, a down-and-out young master who only came to steal treasures, carried the sword of the master Tiefutu. The two met in one place and woke up in a teahouse.

It's just that it coincides with the Qixi Festival, and both of them are vassals and elegant once, each wearing a hideous mask, so they never know who the other party is.

At the door of the Awakening Teahouse, a lot of pedestrians gathered, all listening to an old man narrating the old past of Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer in Jingchen King City.

The two of them stopped, ordered tea, and sat next to each other, listening to the old man's recounting.

That Xiao Qing'er was originally the daughter of Xiao Quanlang, a subordinate of Que Yu in Jingchen Wangcheng, a rather vulgar woman. However, she was born with a graceful body, and her dancing skills are even more outstanding.

Within a hundred miles of that Jingchen King City, if there is a spiritual skeleton who has never seen the dancing of her first dancer, Xiao Qing'er, it is very certain that that person's family is not very wealthy.

Because the entrance cost of the Bright Moon Dance Workshop actually required as much as a hundred small summer dollars. That's why there are those, in order to see the demeanor of Xiao Qing'er, the top dancer of the Bright Moon Dance Workshop, the sum of the money spent can be filled, and this bottomless ghost death lake is gone.

The first dancer, Xiao Qing'er, is particularly fond of the powerful, which is well known in Jingchen Wangcheng, and she also likes all things that are beautiful on the outside.

Therefore, the marriage contract between the nine handsome princes of Jingchen Wangcheng in the fantasy world and Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer, has become an after-dinner conversation among the spiritual bodies of the city.

Among the nine princes with outstanding talents and extraordinary appearances, who could marry Xiao Qing'er, the number one beauty in our Jingchen King City? It became the biggest gambling game in the major gambling houses within a hundred miles of the whole city.

In the Wind and Snow Gambling House, this big gambling game has not been followed, and the spiritual strength of the whole city is welcome to bet and watch.

However, what is very disappointing is that the prince of Jingchen Wangcheng is unwilling to have fun with the people and gamble on this big gamble. He actually privately agreed with Ni Yu, the owner of Mingyue Dance Workshop, to let Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer who was shocked by heaven, marry his successor to the throne, the eldest prince Mengyuanjing.

Originally, Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer, wore red makeup and worked hard to dress up, and she should have entered the cave room with Meng Yuanjing, the eldest prince who was handsome, above 10,000 people under one person, and had golden hair.

However, after entering the Jingchen King City to trade and do business, the ghostly merchants of the Netherworld North Sea brought a huge wealth income to the spiritual strength and bones of the whole city.

Because of this, the city lord of Jingchen Wangcheng, Meng Liunian, immediately tore it up, and the marriage contract with Ni Yan, the owner of Mingyue Dance Studio, was privately agreed. He dreamed of marrying Jiang Liqing, the monarch of the Netherworld North Sea, and forming a family of sons and daughters. His eldest prince, Meng Yuanjing, is about to marry Jiang Surui, the little princess of the Netherworld North Sea, and he can no longer marry Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer in Jingchen Wangcheng, into the cave room.

At this point, the gambling handicap of the largest wind and snow gambling house in Jingcheng Wangcheng City immediately underwent earth-shaking changes. Meng Yuanjing, the eldest prince who won the favorite in this gamble, turned out to be the first person to be kicked out of the gambling game.

For a time, the spirits and bones of the whole city, some were happy, and some were worried.

Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer who finally learned about this, was in a loveless mood!

However, even if he had a little conscience in the illusion world Jingchen Wangcheng Wang Ye Mengliunian, in order to comfort the first dancer Xiao Qing'er's lost mood, he married her to his second prince Meng Dingxuan, who had jet-black hair.

In the eyes of outsiders, Meng Dingxuan, the second prince of Jingchen Wangcheng in the illusion world, is also good-looking, rich and powerful. It's just that he doesn't have the right to succeed to the throne next to Jingchen Wangcheng.

Subsequently, how could he have his important prince Meng Liunian personally come forward as a matchmaker, and the first dancer Xiao Qinger had to reluctantly marry the second prince Meng Dingxuan.

Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer who married in the past, has never given the second prince Meng Dingxuan a good look, and she is even more commonplace to punch and kick her.

is because she is also the first dancer Xiao Qing'er, and after getting married, she found that the second prince Meng Dingxuan was a complete poor bastard. In addition to being exceptionally handsome and handsome, the mansion of her husband, the second prince Meng Dingxuan, is just a dilapidated and independent building with a small back garden. The most unbearable thing is that it is still far away from Jingchen King City.

This can make Xiao Qing'er, the vulgar first dancer, angry. caused her to be like a shrew on the spot, smashing pots and pans, and swearing loudly that she would never give his second prince Meng Dingxuan as his wife in this life.

Over time, Xiao Qing'er found that Meng Dingxuan, the second prince of her husband, had never even had a personal serving maid. He even has a young adopted son who was picked up by the lake and loves to be mischievous. It was a little boy about eight years old, Huan'er, who was secretly fed at home by his Meng Dingxuan.

The innocent and lovely little Huan'er calls her princess Xiao Qing'er as her sister every day. Therefore, his daily change of clothes is naturally scrubbed and replaced by Xiao Qing'er, his wife of dregs.

Late one night, Xiao Huan'er sneaked in, and the prince and concubine Xiao Qing'er peed on her bed, making the bed full as if she had experienced a rainstorm. After knowing about it, the prince and concubine Xiao Qing'er were so angry that she vomited blood, and chased after this grinding little goblin.

Gradually, the prince concubine Xiao Qing'er found that her husband, the second prince Meng Dingxuan, was a stuffy oil bottle, and he had never said any love words between husband and wife to her, and he felt very bored every night.

Whenever the prince concubine Xiao Qing'er was drying the naughty little Huan'er's wet sheets and bedding, her husband, the second prince, Meng Dingxuan, would still take the initiative to come over and take a hand.

The second prince Meng Dingxuan is often not at home, and he needs to go out every day to follow the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing, and he goes out to fight stupidly without asking the reason.

Every time the second prince Meng Dingxuan came back, he drooped his head and looked at the prince concubine Xiao Qing'er with a black face. Sometimes, she scolded him for gathering less and leaving more, but he didn't say a word, and poured her a cup of warm tea very intimately to eliminate her dry mouth in the near future.

One day later, the prince concubine Xiao Qing'er finally figured it out, she took the end of the two sheets, and looked at the second prince Meng Dingxuan, who was holding the end of the sheets.

A refreshing breeze by the sea, through the unlocked paper window, blew the messy hair of the second prince Meng Dingxuan. He lowered his head, ignored it, and comforted him gently with his hand, just being scolded and crying by the prince concubine Xiao Qing'er, hugging Xiao Huan'er on his thigh.

The next morning, there was no sun, but the sky was blue and the clouds were white. Her princess Xiao Qing'er never found out that she had always lived on a small hill.

Subsequently, the prince and concubine Xiao Qing'er looked from afar, and she could have a very wide field of vision, the city, villages, forests, lakes, rivers, mountains, ports, all of which could be seen by her alone.

"Huh!" the princess Xiao Qing'er suddenly called out to her husband, the second prince Meng Dingxuan, who was about to go out to fight again, and shouted softly.

The prince concubine Xiao Qing'er suddenly discovered that the second prince Meng Dingxuan had always been very gentle with her, and took good care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation, and she could still be his mother-in-law.

The prince concubine Xiao Qing'er found that her husband, the second prince, Meng Dingxuan, suddenly turned his head and looked at her with a surprised expression. She also looked at him and realized that he was so handsome and charming.

Before the prince and concubine Xiao Qing'er could say something, when her husband, the second prince Meng Dingxuan, said something, everything came to an abrupt end in front of her.

All of the above is just a simple life between Meng Dingxuan, the second prince in the King City of Jingchen in the Illusory Realm, who hopes to live with Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer he loves in his life, and the ordinary people who want to live. How could it be that his second prince, Meng Dingxuan, was born in the family of the Emperor of the Illusory World. Naturally, everything can't be done according to one's heart, the sky does not follow people's wishes, and people do not want to follow my heart.

Meng Dingxuan, the second prince in the royal city of Jingcheng in the illusory world, was born as a prince, with brocade clothes and jade food, and worshiped by all beings in the illusory world, which can be said to be above ten thousand people under one person.

If he Meng Dingxuan, the second prince in the Illusory Realm Jingchen King City, does not have the competition of the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing, and ascends to the supreme throne of the Illusory Realm Jingchen City, it will be just around the corner.

"The throne of the widow, if you don't give it alone, you nine little rabbit cubs, you must not grab it!" said to his nine sons before the Illusory Realm Jingchen Wang City King City Lord Meng Liunian said to his nine sons before the Illusory Realm Spirit Venerable divided the territory of the Five Directions National Boundary.

However, as soon as he ascended to the supreme throne in his dream of a young man, he only thought about how he could live for another five hundred years, or even longer, and even his nine dearest sons became enemies of life and death.

Compared with the eldest son Meng Yuanjing, who has no ambitions, the second son Meng Dingxuan, who is deeply hidden, is obviously much more dangerous for his dream year.

One night, in a beautiful and moving Fengman Building, the three handsome princes in our Illusory Jingchen King City were smiling and changing their cups, and poured out their hearts to each other.

The eldest prince Mengyuan was drunk, hugging the two drinking beauties and kissing left and right, and was planning a big secret with his fourth and eighth brothers.

"But, eldest brother, fourth brother, I clearly remember that my father once said it clearly. If he refuses to give him the throne, we nine brothers will never be able to snatch it from him. The fourth prince Meng Erting said happily.

"Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, Father, T Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about brotherhood anymore and kicking the two of you hard. Meng Yuanjing, the eldest prince in the Illusory Realm Jingchen Royal City, was recognized by his father as the successor of the next royal city as soon as he was born. But I waited and waited, and finally I was middle-aged, but my father was still strong. Even though I am willing to continue to wait until I am old, even until the day I die. But my friends in distress, my military advisors and generals, what about them! they can't wait!" The eldest prince Meng Yuanjing angrily smashed the wine jug and roared loudly.

"Ah!" the beauty in the arms of the eldest prince Mengyuan cried out in fright.

"Get out of here!" Meng Xuanling, the eighth prince, said loudly to the glamorous singers who accompanied the wine.

"Big brother, I and the eighth brother both understand the truth of you. But after all, he is our father who is connected by flesh and blood!" said the fourth prince, Meng Erting.

"That's right! The two of us are really, we can't be ruthless with that heart, and we can't get down with that hand!" the eighth prince, Meng Xuanling, continued with the words of the fourth brother Meng Erting.

"Let His Highness escort them out!" the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing commanded left and right.

The military general Pang Yue escorted the relatives of the fourth prince Meng Erting and the eighth prince Meng Xuanling, and entered the room through the side door in the dark.

"Big brother, what do you mean by this?" the fourth prince Meng Erting and the eighth prince Meng Xuanling asked in unison.

"Two little brothers, as the eldest brother, I don't want to continue to talk to the two of you anymore. I will immediately follow my eldest brother and me, enter the palace and persuade my father to abdicate and make way for Xian, or die, which path do you two choose to take?"

"Big brother, is there a third way to go?" asked the eighth prince Meng Xuanling in a low voice.

"Ahh

I saw that the eighth prince Meng Xuanling, who was as fat as a pig in brocade clothes, had not finished speaking, and was chopped off by the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing, who had long since been denied by his six relatives.

"I'm so sorry, fourth brother, I splashed your face with blood. Come on, let the big brother wipe it clean for you. The eldest prince Meng Yuanjing took out a handkerchief from his arms and comforted.

"Big brother, no need, fourth brother, I choose the first path. I can wipe it clean myself, so I won't bother you to do it yourself. The fourth prince, Meng Erting, hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief and hurriedly wiped the blood stains on his face and said.

"Hey, wouldn't this be good! If Eighth Brother could have half of your consciousness, he wouldn't die!" said the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing.

"Your Royal Highness, how should the relatives and family members of the eighth prince be handled?" asked the military general Pang Yue on one knee.

"Let it go! You still need such a trivial matter, come and ask His Highness? Don't you know that His Highness has never killed women?" asked the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing with a loud reprimand against the military general Pang Yue in front of him.

"Obey the order! The subordinates are guilty!" "The military general Pang Yue led the order and retreated.

For a while, the relatives and family members of the eighth prince Meng Xuanling, who had been loosened from the chains, fled in panic.

"Shoot the arrows!" the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing ordered with a wave of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that all the dark places of this Fengmanlou were all launching countless sharp arrows together, chasing and killing everyone who was running around.

"His Royal Highness once said that he would never kill a woman, but he never said that His Royal Highness's subordinates would never kill a woman!" said the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing as he drank the blood of Meng Xuanling, the eighth brother of Shicai, in the cup.

"Your Highness, there is still a six-month-old baby here, what should we do with it?" asked the military general Pang Yue, who knelt on one knee and held a baby girl who was crying loudly in both hands.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, do you understand, do you understand?" the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing snatched the baby girl and spread it out on the wine table, took out the dagger at his waist and shouted loudly.

Then, no one heard the cry of the baby girl, and through the eyes of the fourth prince, we only saw a large blood stain slowly oozing from under the wine table.

"Fourth brother, your eldest brother and I have never killed a woman, but I never thought of killing her like this tonight. What do you say next, big brother, where should I go?" asked the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing, wiping the blood on his hands.

The fourth prince, Meng Erting, who was too frightened, was stupid, and had a short period of tinnitus and dizziness.

"Fourth brother, eldest brother, I'm asking you, what should I do?" the eldest prince Meng Yuan shouted loudly in the ear of his fourth brother Meng Erting.

"Enter the palace! force your father to abdicate!" said the fourth prince, Meng Erting, who had finally come back to his senses, cried loudly and heartbreakingly.

"That's right, this is the eldest brother, my good brother!" the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing was in a good mood and wanted to try to help up the fourth brother who was sitting on the ground.

I saw that the fourth prince Meng Erting, as if the bones of his whole body had been pulled out of his body in an instant, he couldn't stand up alive. No matter how the burly and sturdy prince Meng Yuanjing helped, he couldn't stand up.

"Pang Yue! His Royal Highness orders you to quickly carry my fourth brother back to the mansion. The rest of the soldiers entered the palace with His Royal Highness. Your Highness has a stomach full of words in my heart, and I want to tell my father who is the same as the sky!" The eldest prince Meng Yuanjing laughed with his sword.

The second prince Meng Dingxuan and the ninth prince Meng Langyu are a group of people, the eighth prince Meng Xuanling died tragically, the fourth prince Meng Erting joined the power camp of the eldest prince Meng Yuanjing, and the other four princes have already been killed by the self-righteous prince Meng Liunian.

"Father, it's been so late this night, why are you still reviewing the recitals? Why don't you let your sons come and do it for you!" said the eldest prince, Meng Yuanjing.

"It's better not to use it! This huge Jingchen King City is still managed by the father who is most familiar with it, which is more secure and reassuring. The city lord Meng Liunian raised his eyes and said.

"Father, what if you can't take care of it?" asked the eldest prince.

The great prince ordered everyone to force the palace.

"Jing'er, I remember I said, I won't give this throne, you can't grab it. "King Ji Meng's face has not changed for many years, and he continues to correct the chapter.

"Yes, my father did. Even if Erchen can wait for the day when you die of old age and give way, Erchen's group of friends in distress and military generals can't wait!" said Dashizi.

"Do you mean to say that you are very pitiful, and you have been half-pushed by everyone to do this?" asked Meng Liannian.

"That's right, then please ask my father to fulfill the wish of his son!" said the eldest prince.

"What if I don't do what you want?" asked Meng Liannian.

"Then don't blame the retainers for staining the palace with blood!" said the eldest prince.

"Could it be that you are going to kill this king?" said Meng Liannian with a smile.

"Why don't you dare!" Da Shizi held a long sword and stabbed at Meng Liannian.

"Escort!" shouted Meng Liannian.

The palace was instantly filled with the Praetorian Guards, surrounding the rebels of the Great Prince.

"Win or lose, let's do it!" said the captured Dashizi.

"Jing'er, my father will tell you again, I won't give you this throne, you can't grab it. Shoot the arrow!" Meng Liannian said.

With the order of the prince of Ji, the rebels of the great prince were killed by random arrows. Dream imprisoned the eldest prince for many years and waited for his fate.

The fourth prince heard that the eldest prince had failed in rebellion and died of poisoned wine.

The rebellion of the eldest prince ended in failure, and at the same time sounded the alarm bell for the second and ninth sons.

The brother of the second son, Meng Dingxuan, is almost dead, and only his eldest brother and ninth brother are left.

The ninth son, Meng Langyu, went to guard the ancestral house of the Meng family, and the eldest son Meng Yuanjing was sent to a remote place, if nothing else, he would not be able to return to the royal city of Yanheng in this life.

Although he was in the ancestral house of the Meng family, Meng Langyu, the ninth brother of the second son Meng Dingxuan, basically discussed with him and relied on him extremely much.

The second son, Meng Dingxuan, doesn't want the country or the beauty, he just wants freedom, the freedom of an ordinary person. He only wants the most normal harmony in ordinary people's families.

But the second son Meng Dingxuan's every move, in the eyes of his majestic father Wang Meng, was full of rebellion.

The second son, Meng Dingxuan, has been to the forbidden land of the royal city many times recently, and he learned the truth behind the tragic death of the queen mother from a blind old palace maid in the forbidden land of the palace. It was his high-minded, incomparably hypocritical father who brutally killed his mother.

Meng Dingxuan, who returned home, drank wine, coaxed Xiao Huan'er to sleep, and kissed goodbye to his beloved wife Xiao Qing'er. Subsequently, he held the Qingying Sword alone, slashing and slashing all the way from the entrance of the palace to the forbidden place of the palace.

At night, the palace is forbidden.

The torrential rain poured down, whipping the armor of the Praetorian Guard and the second son, Meng Dingxuan.

"You know all about it?" asked Meng Liannian as he stepped out from behind the Praetorian Guard.

"Got it, it's you, it's all you. Meng Dingxuan pointed at Meng Liannian and roared.

"Xuan'er, what are you going to do?" asked Meng Liannian.

"Kill you!" Meng Dingxuan roared.

The Praetorian Guards hurriedly surrounded Meng Liannian and built a human wall for him.

"Get out of the way!Xuan'er, put down the Qing Ying Sword and give yourself a chance to choose. Dream Liannian persuaded him.

"Father, when you killed my mother, did you give her a chance to choose?" Meng Dingxuan asked Meng Liannian.

"No, but I had to. If I don't kill her, I won't be able to sit on the throne above ten thousand people under this man. Meng Liannian said.

"Haha! Under one person, above ten thousand, it's ridiculous!" Meng Dingxuan said with a smile.

"Xuan'er, don't make a mistake again, put down the Qing Ying Sword!" Meng Liannian said.

"Wrong, why did you kill her?" asked Meng Dingxuan as he slashed at the Praetorian Guard in front of Meng Liannian.

A few hours later, the exhausted Meng Dingxuan collapsed in a pool of blood.

Wang Ye Meng ordered that the second son, Meng Dingxuan, be imprisoned in the dungeon and wait for his fate.

With the strength of the second son, Meng Dingxuan, he still can't damage the dream of the prince year after year.

The second son, Meng Dingxuan, held a sword to kill the forbidden land of the palace on a rainy night, but he still failed to be ruthless to kill his father and son.

And Wang Ye Meng's dream is far more cruel than the second son Meng Dingxuan, and he doesn't even want to give his son a good time.

In order to keep himself from being saddled with the notoriety of killing his son, he actually locked the second son Meng Dingxuan in the rice cabinet for six days and starved his son to death.

Xiao Qing'er, who heard that her husband Meng Dingxuan died tragically in the rice cabinet, cried on the hill.

Scenes from the past come to her eyes, and she discovers that she has always liked her husband. She likes that he can ride and shoot at the age of six, and that he can write at the age of eight; she likes that he can play the piano, chess, and fight with sugar cane; she likes him to write hearty poems in a female voice; she likes him to eat grapes like his life; he likes to be willful and ambitious; and she likes that he is not only a down-to-earth literary and artistic young man, but also a prince who is above 10,000 people under one person.

Although the second son, Meng Dingxuan, died young, he is still the favorite husband of Xiao Qing'er, the first dancer in Zhanheng City.

"I'm crying, what about you?" said the unruly princess Meng Yingqiang.

"I'm crying too, but can you wipe your tears with your clothes. My clothes are soaked from your wipes. Hu Hanyan said.

"Stingy ghost, isn't it okay for this princess to pay you a carriage of new clothes?" Meng Yingqiang said with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, but my clothes are soaking wet and dewy. According to the law of the Dream Dynasty, I will be immersed in a pig cage. Hu Han Yan said aggrievedly.

"Okay! I'll give it back to you, thank you!" Meng Yingqiang calmed down.

Mr. Wenyu taught me to take care of the disadvantaged when walking the rivers and lakes. Hu Hanyan said.

"Muddy people!" Meng Yingqiang suddenly shouted angrily.

"Barbarian princess!" Hu Han Yan suddenly roared angrily.

"The world is so good, and I'm so grumpy, it's not good, it's not good. Meng Yingqiang controlled her emotions.

"The world is so good, and I'm so grumpy, it's not good, it's not good. Hu Han Yan controlled his emotions and said.

"My next stop, Hongda City, what about you?" asked Meng Yingqiang, the princess of trouble.

"Me too. Hu Han Yan replied.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then scolded each other in their hearts back to back, and went home.

"I don't like this version, Sword Emperor, can you change the version?" asked the Wise Master.

"Yes, listen to the following version. Hu Hanyan said.

In the Nine Sons Succession, the second son, Meng Dingxuan, planned to kill the remaining eight sons, making himself the only heir to the throne of Zhan Hengcheng in the future.

Xiao Qing'er saw through the second son, Meng Dingxuan, he had changed, and he had become even more terrifying than a jackal, tiger and leopard.

At the moment when the second son, Meng Dingxuan, successfully forced Gong Meng to abdicate year after year and became the king of Zhan Hengcheng, Princess Xiao Qing'er found that he had lost his original self.

Xiao Qing'er knew that at that moment, the second son Meng Dingxuan, whom she loved, was dead, forever and ever.

Xiao Qinger lost her original self for love.

The disappointments and blows again and again made Xiao Qinger not hesitate to jump off the high city wall.

"Jump over the wall! I'll let you jump over the wall! If you dare to kill one of the second sons, Meng Dingxuan, and the dancer Xiao Qing'er, I will dare to play with you!" the wise master roared as he pinched the neck of the phantom of Hu Han Yan.

"Calm down, Master Wise, in the Xuanji Gate, this is my phantom, you can't kill me. Can you not get too deep into the play!big brother!" Hu Hanyan said.

It is said that if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. But who knows, Xiao Qing'er doesn't want to be under one person or above ten thousand. She only wants the second son, Meng Dingxuan, to be cared for and loved.

In fact, the second son, Meng Dingxuan, was also helpless, as the prince of the world, he had to ignore Xiao Qing'er for the sake of Hengcheng, and became synonymous with a negative man.

Filthy Heng Wangcheng, Xiao Qing'er, and which is more important?

Xiao Qing'er lost herself in love after all, she was inexplicably depressed and inexplicably hesitant.

Power is a demon, and it turns people into demons.

Fu Huanjing and Meng Yingchang, the two of them were on the top of the ethereal peak, looking down at the mountains, and suddenly felt that the mountains were small.

"I don't know you two, isn't the scenery here picturesque?" the Ethereal Daoist asked softly behind the two.

"It's okay, I don't know ............" Qin Duya looked back and just wanted to ask who he was, but he was knocked unconscious by a stick and said.

"Let me tell you, I'm a female sword fairy, don't mess me up, otherwise ............" Lin Xuewu, who was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, reacted, and said to the ethereal Taoist with a sword.

"How else?" Bong Hye asked with a smile.

It turns out that this ethereal peak has a mana barrier, which can block the use of immortal power.

Lin Xuewu, who was about to use the Yunding Sword Technique, had no choice but to lose all the immortal techniques, and he was like a wasted person.

"Otherwise, don't slap your face, people ............rely on their faces," Lin Xuewu covered her face with her hands and smiled embarrassedly.

Before she Lin Xuewu finished speaking, Empress Qianyuan stepped forward with a whip and knocked her unconscious.

"The three of them are still so childish, these two are distinguished guests, how can they be so lazy?" said the Dust Ancestor who secretly kicked the unconscious two.

"I'm sorry to say that the three of us, you bad old man, you are very bad! Your feet are not lighter than us at all!" the Ethereal Daoist laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm exercising the muscles and bones of the two of them!"

"Don't waste any more time, it is estimated that the Kun Yuan Divine Monarch has been waiting for the two of them for a long time. Empress Qianyuan urged the three of them to say.

The four of them each occupied one side, and the divine power struck, and in an instant, they appeared in the Ethereal Temple with the two of them.

"Wake up!" Bong Hye Zhen took a sip of the wine in the pot in his hand, did not swallow it, put it in his mouth, and spit out to the two of them.

The two who woke up, frightened, curled up together with each other.

"Who is Your Highness?" asked Kun Yuan Shenjun with a light cough.

"Qi Yu Shenjun, the new sword fairy Lin Xuewu, and the young man with sword intent, Qin Duya. The Dust Ancestor replied.

"Bad old man, how can you speak!Sword intent boy?Master, I'm a strong man with sword intent now, do you know?" Qin Duya said with a displeased expression.

"Remember, here you are, a powerless wreck. Empress Qianyuan said with a disdainful face.

Qin Duya opened his mouth to speak, but he never thought that he was actually cast a dumb spell by the ethereal Taoist.

"Why did the people in the human realm sword intent and the people in the immortal realm sword dao come to the realm of my god realm?" asked Kun Yuan Shenjun coughing more and more.

"God Realm, I'm sorry to disturb, I'm in the wrong place, I'm leaving!" Lin Xuewu pulled Qin Duya beside him, and got up to say goodbye to the gods.

Seeing that Lin Xuewu was about to escape, Empress Qianyuan blocked her way with a whip.

"Since the two of you are here, let's stay here for a few more days!" Kun Yuan Shenjun put away the handkerchief in his right hand, which was stained with his own coughing up blood, and said.

"Then what's embarrassing! My family is still waiting for me to come home for dinner!" Lin Xuewu politely refused.

"Eat? How about my table full of Han people's meals? Can't you go home to eat?" Kun Yuan Shenjun waved his sleeves, and a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas appeared, and she asked Lin Xuewu in front of her eyes.

"Nature is the best meal in the world, and I'm not going home. Senior God, can the knife be taken down?" Lin Xuewu pleaded bitterly with him at the neck of the knife by Feng Huizhen.

"That's good, that's good!" Kun Yuan Shenjun said with a pale smile.

Before the words fell, Kun Yuan Shenjun hurriedly got up and left.

Qin Duya and Lin Xuewu, the two of them ate this table full of delicacies, the four of them stood around, and Kun Yuan Shenjun left because he was unwell.

"The four gods, these nine-tailed skin shrimp, can you eat them?" Lin Xuewu found that she couldn't eat so much by herself, so she invited the four gods to sit down and smiled.

"When did you become blind? It was just nine skinny shrimps, strung together. Empress Qianyuan sneered.

"You two eat and drink well, the four of us don't eat or drink for a thousand years. The ethereal man said.

"If you don't eat, you won't eat, then don't all stand still! You guys are like this, we can't eat, let's all sit down!" Lin Xuewu said while eating osmanthus fish.

"Can't eat it, I think you're afraid that one mouth won't be enough, right?" said the Dust Ancestor.

The ethereal Taoist lifted the dumb spell cast on Qin Duya's body.

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point, the two of us just want to ask you, why do you want us for something?" Qin Duya asked.

The four of them sat down in pairs, frowning, and prevaricating to each other, but they were reluctant to speak.

"Then let's go!" Qin Duya pulled Lin Xuewu, who was intoxicated with food, to pretend to say goodbye.

"Don't go! I said I can't do it yet!" Bong Hye Zhenren said.

"That's a long time ago. Three thousand years ago, Kun Yuan Shenjun was a dualist. In other words, he has one body and two soul elements. This matter was laughed at by the major emperors in the Six Realms, which naturally made Kun Yuan Shenjun very displeased. So, he visited the Six Realms and obtained the Qilin Armor of the Human Realm, the Immortal Sword of the Immortal Realm, and the Nine Shadows of the Demon Realm, and made a 'Bodhi Cup'. Using the cup to open the two flowers, Kun Yuan Shenjun announced to everyone in the Six Realms that he had separated the soul element. Now, he himself is one dollar, not a monster. Bong Hye Zhen took another sip of the wine in the pot and said.

"And then?" Lin Xuewu asked.

Then, instead of destroying the other Soul Element, Kun Yuan Divine Monarch imprisoned it in the Bodhi Cup. Who would have expected that the soul element would gather the evil qi of the Six Realms, condense into a physical body, and the Qianyuan Divine Monarch broke out of the cup. One good and one evil, one kun and one dry, the two gods have been fighting for five hundred years. In the end, with the help of the emperors of the other six realms, the Kun Yuan Divine Monarch defeated the Qianyuan Divine Monarch and sealed him in the Bodhi Realm. However, the Kun Yuan Divine Monarch was seriously injured, and the Soul Yuan was broken, and the Qianyuan Divine Monarch, who was in urgent need of a non-evil spirit, volunteered to sacrifice his Divine Yuan for treatment. Empress Qianyuan put the divine whip in her hand on the dining table, and then continued with Feng Hui Zhenren's words.

"Empress Qianyuan?" could it be ............," Qin Duya asked curiously.

"That's right, my father is that Qianyuan Shenjun, and he gave birth to me with the Northern Underworld Female Kun. Empress Qianyuan said with relief.

"Then your father's teeth are really good, and even the Kun has a mouth. Qin Duya's admiration for Qianyuan Shenjun came out spontaneously.

"Stop! Don't speak! I'll take a look, one body, two soul yuan, Bodhi Cup, two gods of Qian and Kun, Bodhi Realm. In other words, the four of you gods want the two of us to go to the Bodhi realm. Persuade the Qianyuan Divine Monarch who is full of evil qi to voluntarily sacrifice, the soul element that dispels the evil qi, and to treat the Kunyuan Divine Monarch who has now been seriously damaged by the soul element. Am I right?" asked Lin Xuewu.

"Not at all!" the four laughed in unison.