(This chapter should be full of 100,000 words, congratulations to yourself!The pants push is really not powerful, but who let our hands be more flowing, I will write this book slowly to ensure the quality.) Of course, you have to join in the fun of the Dream Cup, and everyone is free. The essay call has begun, and you won't be drowned in the new book right away, right?)

"What kind of person is Ao Mang?"

Liu Tugou asked curiously, there are not many people in Zhou Tianxia who can wrestle with the Murong clan.

He and Murong Chunxiao came down from Tianmen Mountain, rushed to the nearest county seat, bought horses, ate, and set out on the road again after a short night's rest.

"This person is from a poor family, he doesn't know how to practice, but he is very politically talented, but he is in his forties, and he has climbed to the top of the government. ”

Talking about Ao Mang, the political enemy of the Murong clan, Murong Chunxiao's evaluation is very high.

The weather was getting colder, and she put on a white fox fur cape over her lilac dress, which made her whole person even more pretty. But in the eyes of the second master, this snow-white precious cloak is useless except for stinky beauty, far less warm than the tightly wrapped white wolf fur, and only a loser like Murong Chunxiao who was born in a wealthy family would be willing to pay several times the money to buy the treasure of other people's town stores.

She looked at Liu Tugou with a pair of Danfeng eyes, and her face was inexplicable: "The position of prime minister has always been vacant, but in fact, it is the political affairs of several prime ministers. Ao Mang can climb to the top so quickly, it really breaks a lot of rules, and he will definitely be kind to people like you, and taking refuge in him will have a better future than joining a gate like my Murong clan. ”

Liu Tugou was stunned for a moment, I don't know how this little lady could tell him this, saying that if it sounds good, it is an enemy, and if it is unpleasant, it is a brain disease.

He said angrily: "What do you mean? Are you sarcastic that the second brother also loves bad rules, and he must smell the same as Ao Mang?"

Murong Chunxiao looked into the distance with a smile, but did not answer.

Liu Tugou turned his anger into joy, and said with a big grin: "After seeing Lao Lu's knife, it will be difficult to obey the rules in the future, so I still don't want to go to Murong Valve to be angry." ”

"Where are you going next?" asked Liu Tugou.

Murong Chunxiao frowned, took off a hosta and put it in his palm, and said in a deep voice: "Originally, I wanted to ask the second brother to accompany me to a place, but now I think about it is too hasty, let's go back to Jingshi directly, and I will take you to see Ao Mang before going home." ”

Liu Tugou was noncommittal, and didn't ask the other party where he got the confidence to be reckless, and he would definitely meet you, a junior of the Murong family, and he would also be able to accept a nameless swordsman recommended by you.

He glanced at the hairpin in Murong Chunxiao's hand, and said in his heart that this little lady was pregnant with three flying swords in one go, and her aura was really full. And that Lingshan, who acts more domineering than the Immortal Post, is not an ordinary sect, not to mention that there must be three or five great masters with supernatural powers?

In this way, could it be that the eldest brother of his own family and the sick Shi Yuan, who can make Murong Xiaoniang'er look high, are the legendary murderous demon kings of the supernatural realm?

Yes, from the very beginning, only Liu Tugou himself had a preconceived idea and regarded the sick tiger as a great demon of the Inspiration Realm, but Ishihara never nodded and admitted.

Thinking about it a little deeper, although the eldest brother is inexplicably very close to him, the old fox's face is the premise that he can climb the sick tiger mountain alive and not be slapped to death by a claw even after provoking.

Could it be that you can't become an old bald donkey......

Liu Tugou realized it later, and what surged in his heart was not the joy of leaning against the two mountains, but the grief and indignation that itched his teeth with hatred.

The old bald donkey who was killed by heaven had such a high realm, so he only gave himself the exercises to build the foundation realm, and there was such an unobtrusive master in the world. I don't know if the second master is a natural genius, will he be able to make great progress all the way? I don't pass on his 180 magic skills in advance, but I have to rob the second master to realize himself, not to mention the danger, it's too delayed.

He was in a state of mind for a moment, and suddenly drew his knife and slashed at the center of his eyebrows, blood flowing down the tip of the knife. The strange feeling of the essence of life flowing through the body quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Murong Chunxiao was not surprised, the two got along for a few days, and it was impossible to hide each other's cultivation.

Liu Tugou knew that the three hostas inserted in the fan-shaped shape on her bun were actually a set of flying swords, which needed to be conceived from time to time, so she would kill the Quartet after stepping into the middle realm of inspiration.

She also probably knew that Liu Tugou was practicing a domineering and dangerous sword scripture, which was a blood refining method similar to the Demon Dao. As for the peculiar Sick Tiger Mountain Claw Skill, I have never seen Second Master Liu practice it.

After cutting the center of the eyebrows, and taking the blood from the fingers, although Liu Tugou's ten fingers are not as eye-catching as the red knife marks in the center of the eyebrows, they are also dyed with a layer of blood-colored redness.

At the same time as quenching the knife with blood, the idea of slaughtering the concept was also running at the same time, and Liu Tugou kept his eyes open in the process.

He imagined that the Slaughter Sword no longer needed to close his eyes, and he had stopped vomiting blood recently, and his body was so strong that even if it was a martial artist of the same realm who was dedicated to forging his body, he was not inferior, and even surpassed.

Correspondingly, the qi qi at the time of visualization slaughter can also be well contained in the body, and even Murong Chunxiao is not aware of it in the slightest.

After discovering this, Liu Tugou immediately tried to use his heart for two purposes, and he always ran the idea of slaughtering the concept of extermination, greedily wanting to let the heart knife last forever in the sea of qi and no longer collapse into aura.

After seeing Lu Jueai's knife, he asked Murong Chunxiao if the light that soared to the sky on Tianmen Mountain on that day was the legendary supernatural power.

As a result, Murong Chunxiao first glanced at him strangely, and then replied with a look of admiration: "That's not a supernatural power that only a great grandmaster has, or even a sword qi sword that can only be controlled by a grandmaster above the middle realm of inspiration, it's just a sign of a swordsman's first inspiration - the sword intent is shining." ”

In other words, Lu Jue mourned and destroyed the mountain, relying only on the sword intent in his heart. Although it is with the help of the strong will that has been hidden in the ancient knife for countless years, it is inevitable that there is an element of trickery, and it is still shocking.

Liu Tugou was shocked inexplicably, and couldn't help but think of the sword that was like a divine help when he faced the masked man in the initial realm of Qi refining in the Tianshui Snow Plain.

The moment the slaughtering knife collided with the opponent's finger blade, mottled lines faintly appeared on the knife, and it easily cut off the opponent's three fingers blessed by aura, and even the masked man shouted in astonishment: "Sword light!"

At that time, he was desperate for his life, and Liu Tugou didn't care about delving into it, and he didn't think that the knife light was a great thing. Later, he accidentally remembered that as soon as he consulted with Murong Chunxiao, he realized that he had only been able to refine qi, and he had already been able to generate light with sword intent, what a great thing.

Because only by injecting mature sword intent into the aura can it be possible to transform the aura into an invincible sword qi, which is a practice that only the realm of grandmasters will involve.

When the mind arrives, using a knife is sword qi, using a sword is sword qi, if you use a sick tiger forging posture, you may be able to manifest a tiger claw with divine will as the meridian bone and aura as flesh and blood.

So don't look at Liu Erye's boldness and messy practice in his practice, in fact, he has never deviated from the right path of cultivation.

First, thanks to the old fox for laying a solid foundation for him, and secondly, thanks to the second master's almost intuitive understanding talent, Liu Tugou not only did not fall into a dead end of the cliff, but advanced bravely all the way, and at a young age, he had already shown the potential to impact the realm of inspiration.

With this clear understanding of himself, Second Master Liu felt a little proud in his heart, but he was immediately hit by Murong Chunxiao's evaluation of Lu Jue's mourning.

Compared with the sword intent of the Flying Immortal Guan Master to destroy mountains and fill rivers, Liu Erye's faint sword light is really not on the table.

Liu Erye was ashamed and brave, and seemed to ride a horse calmly every day, or cut blood and quench knives, or listen to Murong Chunxiao comment on the giants of the court and the rivers and lakes, but in fact, he had already gone crazy and secretly made up his mind.

Since it can give birth to sword light, the sword qi is naturally not out of reach, as long as the sword intent is mature and the aura is full, why can't the second master become a grandmaster on the ground? Even if he doesn't have that realm, he must have that kind of power.

He pondered it carefully, and found that the immature knife intent that he had transformed into a knife light was actually the heart knife in the sea of dantian qi, or the complex emotions that he had established with the slaughtering knife that depended on each other for more than ten years.

In his opinion, the best way to sublimate this emotion into a mature sword intent is undoubtedly the idea of slaughter that he has figured out by mistake. Of course, this is the only way he can think of it.

A blood-stained heart knife with the word slaughter on it sinks and floats up and down in the sea of dantian qi, Liu Tugou smiled, lowered his head and gently rubbed his eyes, not wanting Murong Chunxiao to see his slightly bloodshot eyes.

It is not a pleasant thing to condense all the murderous aura emanating from the heart knife in the body.

Murong Chunxiao glanced to the north, and suddenly said, "Count the days, the Gongxi Iron Cavalry should have already gone south." ”

Liu Tugou glared and asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

The corners of Murong Chunxiao's mouth curled, and there was a hint of cunning in his smile: "Do you remember what I told you in Daluzhuang that Sister Lu's future husband is wise and martial?"

The smile was like a flower, but Liu Tugou had no intention of appreciating it, and said impatiently: "If you have something to say!"

"If my expectations are correct, her future husband is the legendary lustful Gongxi Xiaobai. If the young master of Gongxi can really marry the pearl of the palm of the lord of Qingping Mountain, Ganzhou will have the surname Gongxi sooner or later, and it is no wonder that Gongxi Xiaobai almost died in Tianshui. ”

Ignoring the wide-eyed second master, Murong Chunxiao lowered his head to play with the hairpin, and the green silk on his head was as smooth as silk.

The hairpin in her hand, named "Water Lotus", was round and exquisite, with a light red halo inside. There was a rich cold aura emanating from the slaughtering knife, but Liu Tugou's eyes were dancing with scorching flames.

As if he could guess Liu Tugou's thoughts, Murong Chunxiao, who lowered his head, said: "It's late, when you arrive, it must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the victory and defeat have been divided." ”

Liu Tugou frowned slightly, but still said firmly: "I have a one-sided relationship with Gongxi Xiaobai at most, and I don't owe him anything." However, although I have no reason to go, I am not willing to miss this kind of big scene. ”

As for Liu Qu's illness, Liu Tugou was not worried at all. Since you are determined to enter the rivers and lakes with a knife, you will bring on yourself in disguise, if you have a hard life, you will have a chance to see you again in the future.

Murong Chunxiao lazily delved into what Liu Tugou said was true and false, this master was obviously wearing a white wolf fur to swagger through the market.

She gently pressed the hosta to the center of her eyebrows, felt it quietly for a moment, and then said: "The marriage between the Gongxi clan and Qingping Mountain, the two families have deep roots in Ganzhou, as long as they are a little cautious, they are enough to be invincible." If you are still not at ease, if you don't go to the battlefield, you can also help Gongxi Xiaobai. ”

Liu Tugou didn't rush to ask how to help, but quickly calmed down because of Murong Chunxiao's words, and said suspiciously: "You little lady has always been able to cause trouble, and you won't hold back your bad to pit the second brother, right?"

Murong Chunxiao glanced at him and said with a smile: "Second brother really makes my little sister sad when he says this, even if you are angry that Sister Lu has a famous flower, you shouldn't be angry with your little sister?"

Second Master Liu said with contempt: "The little phoenix of the Murong family went to Qingping Mountain at such a moment, didn't she make a special trip to Daluzhuang to soak in the hot springs, right?