"Feng'er, this is the sorrow of a woman!" Dressed in a purple skirt, the palace master of Ximen sighed with a sad expression: "It is also the fate of our mother and daughter, because we are both surnamed Ximen, and we can't watch your grandparents' hard work go to waste......"

Today, the girl who changed into a green riding costume looked unhappy, holding a silver spoon and stirring in the colorful white fungus soup, looking careless and wandering in the world.

"A few years ago, your aunt did bring Xiaoyao Palace into a fork in the road, which made people angry, and in the end, it was your ancestor and ancestor who came forward to avoid the catastrophe. ”

"So in addition to completing the tasks assigned by our ancestors, the most important thing is to reshape our image and re-establish our reputation......"

"Mother?"

The little girl pouted, a look of reluctance.

"Okay, this mother is going to worry about it, but that free son doesn't ......"

"What do you say? He's at ease, what does it have to do with me?"

"You ......"

"Madam, someone asks to see you!"

"Who?"

"Poison-hearted Xiucai, Bashan Goddess and a few others ......"

"Huh?"

"Mother, what's wrong?

"Hehehe, who can tell clearly about the favor and hatred on the rivers and lakes? You are watching from the sidelines, and you are not allowed to make a sound!"

"Invite them over"

"Feng'er, my mother seems to be a little uncertain today...... The Ancestor has prepared the meteor talisman for you...... If there is any case, you can go back to the valley and inform the ancestors......"

Emei was tightly locked, and the palace lord of Ximen, who had a foreshadowing, urged his daughter to activate the emergency plan, but she didn't expect her daughter's strange look.

"Hahaha, Ximen Palace Master, I haven't seen you for decades, and it's still beautiful!"

Poison Heart Xiucai led everyone into the backyard with a lovely smile.

"Where is it, the concubine is a concubine, how can you be praised by Brother You......"

When everyone was seated, the Ximen Palace Master glanced at it with pretty eyes, and his smile was like a flower: "Huh, who are these people?"

Poisonous Heart Xiucai turned back from Ximen's mother and daughter with squinting eyes, "Haha, this is Brother Yang's right-hand man, the Ximen Palace Lord should have heard of it, this is Brother Tang, the Demon Slayer Lord, ......"

"Ah, the four heavenly kings of Mount Tai in the past, slaughtered the king?" Ximen Ting's eyes changed abruptly, and his face was a little stiff. The Demon Lord is a man of the older generation, one of the bandits with a huge reward in the imperial court, he once entrenched in the Taishan area, killing people like hemp, blood like the sea, is the evil of evil, the demon of the devil, strictly speaking, the two kings and one king are slightly inferior, after all, the underworld hero still needs to abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes on the surface, and acquiesce to the tradition of origin. In addition to robbery and burning, the biggest notoriety of bandits is brutality and inhumanity, treating ordinary people as pigs and dogs, killing and trampling at will, and often bandits are associated with rebellion, punishment of the nine tribes and other biggest crimes in a country.

The person sitting safely slaughtered the god monarch and didn't smile: "Ximen Palace Master, think of the Qiong Yao fairy shadow fluttering in the past, a hundred flowers competing for beauty, what a charming ......", "Shut up! Old thief! Don't insult my aunt ......", Ximen Feng was furious, completely forgetting what her mother said and watching, staring at the instructions without saying a word, and said angrily.

The face of the Human Demon Slayer Monarch sank, "Ximen Palace Master, is this a way for the old man?"

"Feng'er!"

Ximen Ting was in a hurry, the old demons themselves had bad intentions, and now they had no excuses...... , secretly used a secret method to send a message, but there was no response. Thinking of the worst outcome, her heart was cold.

"Go back to your room, ignorant girl!"

The Palace Lord of the West Gate shouted angrily. "Hehehe, Ximen Palace Master, the child's heart is harmless, it doesn't matter."

"I heard that Gui Qianjin is the disciple of one of the three immortals, the Purple Void Scattered Immortal, and his attainments are profound, hehehe, Li Ji, you go to comprehend the Purple Void Scattered Immortal's mastery. The thin Tang Feng's eyes flashed, like lightning, cold, and fierce.

Yuanji, who had long been out of his soul and was dizzy, walked to the center of the small courtyard and bowed his head with a full demeanor: "Senior Sister Ximen, let you ...... for your brother"

"Choking"

The girl who was originally furious suddenly fell silent, drew her sword out of the sheath, her calm, unmoved by external forces, and not solemn, but as quiet as the majestic spirit of the mountain, but made Li Ji, who looked comfortable, suddenly shocked, and the evil fire in his brain was instantly extinguished and clear.

"Look at the move!"

The girl's figure flashed sharply, rushed forward and pointed at Li Ji, like a lightning flash, those who are proficient in martial arts also need to be in harmony with their gods, and also out of instinct, it must be too late to see the moves, and those who practice martial arts can only reach this realm after thousands of tempers. Fortunately, Li Ji has been polished by Tang Feng for several years, and his art is advanced and his response is outstanding.

"Choking"

It was blocked in time, and the energy was surging, and the air was overflowing.

The girl knew that the assault was futile, so she folded her sword in time, and with her left palm, she struck a hidden flower at the bottom of her sleeve, spit out from under her right arm, and attacked Li Ji's right flank like lightning, and her palm power gradually increased.

Li Ji turned to the side, shifted and replied with a gesture of probing for the bag, and his left hand had reached the girl's right side.

Neither of them dared to be careless, each was wary, quickly contacted and separated, and each showed his skills as soon as he touched it.

See who can touch the vital parts of the opponent's body first.

The strength of the move is aggravated by the move, and they do not give in to each other.

Each attacked five or six moves, moved from the corridor to the courtyard, and gradually accelerated his body, turning and shifting faster than lightning.

"Choke!" A sound sounded, and the two long swords touched again, "Hahaha, Senior Sister Ximen, your exercises, the fire of your internal strength does not seem to have reached the realm of pure green, and you are still helpless to me." It's best not to try lightly. Little junior sister, you are not sure of victory, why don't you try your peerless Purple Night Thunder Sword?"

Li Ji's handsome face was faintly sweaty, and he looked proud, he had tried to figure out the little girl's cultivation, which was worse than himself, which was equivalent to a turtle in the urn.

"Humph!"

"I'm going to use my mastery against you...... Huh?"

The girl's body suddenly froze, "Brute...... A herd of pigs...... Dogs, even with the incense of the beast ......"

The girl was shaky, stiff and heavy scalp looked back at her mother, and couldn't help baring her teeth and glaring angrily, and the eight fierce and powerful people who came in out of nowhere, all dressed in Taoist robes, stood in front of her mother six or seven feet away, with indifferent expressions and silent expressions, and her momentum was cold and charming.

The girl remembered her mother's sad and melancholy staring, and suddenly her heart ached, and Li Ji's ugly smile appeared in her trance eyes, and a force suddenly surged out of her heart inexplicably, and she shouted miserably in the sky: "Brother...... Save my ......", the mournful voice pierced the sky, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"Xiaosheng believes that the boundless depths of the wind and moon ...... That is, the storm is a flat boat......"

The red-faced, drunken Jiang Xing and a group of Confucian scholars seriously discussed the artistic conception of poetry and the philosophy of life, and the little girl laughed and groaned

Looking, there are also lovely pours from time to time.