Chapter 142: It's not like it in the end, young man
The man of the Cao family hugged Li Fengxian in his arms, calmly looked at the slightly weird trio, and left Luoyang with a more arrogant means.
The owner of the Phoenix Immortal Palace frowned and said, "That cat...... Something familiar. β
There was a sudden sound of landing around him, and the purple-robed national master didn't know where he had just gone, and at this moment, he fell beside the man of the Cao family with a smile on his face, squinting at Luoyang City, which was empty and bleak.
"Already gone?" Xuan Shangyu squatted down, the bluestone ground had already cracked, the wind, snow and frost spread, and after the city gate was opened, the yellow sand swept in from the north with the strong wind, the erosion of Yuan Force and the sword qi were vertical and horizontal, and the whole Luoyang City was a mottled scene.
The Great Master twisted a touch of soil with his index finger and thumb, rubbed it carefully, and softly replied to Li Fengxian's previous doubts: "That tanuki ...... It is the left envoy of the Demon Mountain. β
The master of the Phoenix Immortal Palace was slightly stunned and said, "It is said that she has already entered the Bright Palace of the Demon Mountain to cultivate as early as the Eight Great Kingdoms, why is it so big now?"
"The lifespan of a demon beast is already long......," the purple-robed Great Master was still focused on observing the soil on his fingertips, and said softly: "What's more, according to human calculations, her mind is only at the level of a ten-year-old girl. β
"The chess palace that occupies an entire western land, in terms of north and south alone, runs through the entire continent, and its hands and feet are against the throats of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Qi Liang. The great master said softly: "Originally, in the entire Central Plains, the human race already had eighty percent of the land, and the remaining two percent were occupied by those difficult demon beasts." These big demons and little demons hug each other, they are all things that have become essences, and they have been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and no one can move this bone. β
"It's just a pity that they are not united. The man of the Cao family sitting on horseback said calmly: "The one in the Qi Palace died in the Ghost Gate, and now it seems that there is no one who can stand up in this generation." β
The Great Master seemed to think of something interesting, and said with a smile: "Using the bloodline to evaluate the merits is considered a dog's eye to see the demon low? If the Chess Palace hadn't expelled this little civet cat at the beginning, maybe the current situation would be better." β
Xuan Shangyu could sense the turbulence of the surrounding space, which was the fluctuation that would only be generated by tearing the space.
Even the grandmasters of Yue Jiupin, and even the big shots above it, couldn't tear the space and hurry, so they could only rely on their own extreme speed.
It's an innate talent.
And the headache of the Xixia Chess Palace is that the demons who have walked the world can run away no matter whether they win or not.
There are very few demon beasts with this kind of talent, and there are even fewer who can make space scrolls, in the heyday of the Chess Palace, the demon beasts who are huddled together to keep warm help each other, and the big demon with space talent is not stingy, so the western frontier, this already barren and desolate land, in the long struggle, was taken over by the demon beasts.
And for a longer time to come, it has been a long time since the Chess Palace has given birth to a demon beast with this talent.
As Cao Zhixuan said before, the current situation of the Chess Palace can be called embarrassing.
Because it's not just one demon that is driven out, it's a group.
Pack...... In the eyes of the chess palace, which is still leaderless and turbulent, it is enough to make his intestines regret the demon.
"Spatial Talent ......" Cao Zhixuan frowned, as if he thought of someone.
The purple-robed master rubbed his fingertips vigorously, and finally kneaded a trace of green rhyme hidden in the soil, confirmed his thoughts, and then picked up the back of the purple robe and wiped the mud from his fingertips.
"The lifespan of human beings is not as long as that of demon beasts, but humans still occupy eighty percent of the land. Xuan Shangyu raised his eyebrows: "Because you never know what kind of demons will be born among human beings, and what kind of miracles they will create." β
"It's really unimaginable, I thought that Sen Luodao's report was groundless, how could there be a human being able to master the spatial talent?" The purple-robed Great Master shook his head: "Such a talent is even rarer than the Heavenly Phase. β
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a strange tone, which seemed to be unbelievable, and seemed to be slightly admired: "Actually...... There really are such people. β
The man of the Cao family said calmly: "When I saw him in Fengting City, I thought he was just trying to retrieve the Liutao. β
Li Yu frowned and asked in an uncertain tone, "Yes...... Qi Liang's wings are rare?"
The man of the Cao family nodded.
The purple-robed master exhaled: "His breath has been left in this mud, and it has not dissipated yet, it is Qi Liang Qingyi." β
This great god general of Qi Liang once shot to send Yi Xiao away in the space of the sword mound, and was found by the extremely careful Senluo Dao spies, and finally reported to Luoyang's intelligence.
"How many years has this been hidden?" The purple-robed Great Master raised his eyebrows and said slightly angrily, "How many years is Yuan Tiangang going to hide this card?"
It's a scary thing to think about.
All the grandmasters in the world were fighting for life and death in Luoyang, and until the end of the war, everyone was gone, and none of them found this great god general from Qi Liang.
The Zhong family didn't have a man, not even the city lord of Fengxue Silver City.
"Came to see Luoyang's jokes?" Xuan Shangyu sneered and said: "Qi Liang is willing to hide and play, and the Northern Wei Dynasty will play with you." β
The man of the Cao family rubbed his eyebrows, a little tired, and said softly: "These things are left to you, you can just watch and do it." β
The purple-robed Great Master snorted, "I left for a while before, and it's done." β
Li Fengxian suddenly found that in terms of deduction layout, he was more than a little bit worse than the purple-robed great master.
None of the great cultivators of Yue Jiu Rank discovered the small means left by Yuan Tiangang, but he was the only one who found out.
Pull thousands of miles from the clues and deduce the truth.
After the chess move, everything is very small, and you must do it yourself.
If it weren't for Xuan Shangyu who was holding the chess, the Northern Wei Dynasty would have been defeated by Yuan Tiangang on the side of the chessboard, right?
Li Yu, who was lying in Cao Zhixuan's arms, raised his head and looked at his man's slightly tired but calm face, and suddenly felt that even if the ukiyo-e seal had been destroyed, it was not all a bad thing.
At least the monarchs and ministers of the Northern Wei Dynasty are together.
The Northern Wei Dynasty did not lose to Qi Liang.
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Reckless desert, yellow sand rolls away.
"Hey, hey, why are you here, it's hot!"
The tanuki girl in the wide white lotus robe jumped to her feet in anger and said angrily: "Lord Mountain, you lied to me! Didn't you say that you came out of Luoyang and immediately returned to the sect?"
The lord of the mountain was helpless, pinched the cheeks of the tanuki girl with both hands, and said with a smile: "Someone has an unresolved wish, accompany him to Longmen today, and think about it as if the future master of the Demon Mountain owes you a favor, think about it carefully, is it still a little excited?"
In the distance, the black-clothed young man walked with a sword box, his black clothes stained with yellow sand, and his face loomed in the sand.
He walked alone in the desert, leaving behind a long line of footprints.
Yi Xiao calmly recalled all the things since he went north.
This is the Dragon Gate.
The scene of the red-clothed man taking the sword from the dragon gate is still vivid.
In fact, His Royal Highness's mind was empty, maybe it was the reason why he really became ruthless after cultivating demons, only those lingering memories were hovering in his mind.
And there is no more emotion.
Yi Xiao is a person with an excellent memory.
There are some things that you can never forget when you write them down.
His Royal Highness took a deep breath, his hands were slightly forced, and he no longer held the box, but held the sword box vertically.
"Go. β
The black clothes are drumming.
The black dragon and white phoenix sword box was inserted into the yellow sand by Yi Xiao.
When you enter the sand, you will be a hundred feet into the ground.
The wind was blowing, ethereal like a song, and the whimper of the desert yellow sand came from the distant sky-
His Royal Highness didn't have a reason to think of the floating song that the red-clothed man sang for himself in Torrent City.
The desert yellow sand, an ode to sorrow.
The black clothes raised their fingers together, like a sword, and the black yuan power surged out.
The yellow sand splashed, and the sword intent rose.
Engrave the first sentence -
The reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand belt is shallow.
Then the black clothes danced wildly and ran on the desert.
The tanuki girl in the distance raised her head in wonder, looked at the crazy black-clothed boy, and muttered, "What are you crazy about?"
The Lord of the Mountain narrowed his eyes and did not speak.
The sword intent on the black-clothed young man's body rose, attracting the yellow sand of the desert, and the sword qi was entangled and fell, splashing out one after another big characters in the desert.
In the end, Yi Xiao stopped abruptly and shouted.
"Give me wine!"
The Lord of the Mountain removed the jade porcelain wine jug from his waist and threw it out.
Yi Xiao didn't look back, but closed her eyes.
Lao Duan Lao Miao loves to drink, walking the rivers and lakes, as long as he has wine, he doesn't care about what wine jugs.
Su Dadan loves to drink, this old guy is also greedy for money and likes to show off, and likes gold and jade wine jugs.
The white-robed old fox loves to drink, and he is a real drunkard, and he cares most about the old wine container, and he must choose the mahogany wine jug.
The jade porcelain wine jug crossed a curve in mid-airβ
All the way up the north, one image after another, after gradually moving away, gradually became clear.
Both love to drink.
Wine is a good thing, the word Jianghu, half of it is wine.
So the sword qi was agitated.
The jade porcelain wine jug that the Mountain Lord had always loved so much instantly shattered in mid-air, and the liquor that was not inferior to immortal brewing splashed with a sneer.
The tanuki girl gloated and looked at the mountain lord who threw her beloved wine jug at Ying Yan.
The sky is full of sword and wine.
When you fall into the desert yellow sand, you want to die of the sword box, and disappear without a trace in an instant.
The mountain lord just looked at the sand dune where Yi Xiao was.
The tanuki girl, who had poor eyesight, squinted and trotted all the way.
The desert is extremely windy and sandy.
So the poem written by Yi Xiao has almost dispersed.
The tanuki girl only had time to read the last few words, and her lips were already trembling, and there was an inexplicable emotion blocking her heart.
"The yellow crane broke the rock's head, is the old man here now?"
She suddenly understood why the Mountain Lord was willing to throw the flask.
"The old country is a new sorrow. β
The black-clothed young man's cheeks were mixed with yellow sand, as if he was drunk, he exhaled a long breath, opened his mouth slightly, and finally said nothing.
A hot tear dropped on the yellow sand.
"If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it will not be the same, and you will travel as a teenager. β
[Volume III: Juvenile Tour.] ENDSγ