Jiang Xiaoman was slightly stunned, and then happy.

It seems that he thought of a very funny thing, and he couldn't even laugh straight.

Holding the mountain gate with his hand, he smiled and said: "There are indeed other women in the temple now, it is the wife of the shopkeeper of Jincheng Kaibu Zhuang Qiu, who is close to sixty years old this year, but I don't know if it is the person the sixth uncle is looking for?"

The lady Jiang Xiaoman said was indeed in the temple, and she was the most devout Zen believer in Jincheng.

This mountaineering is to pray for the blessing of the young grandchildren of the family, and has lived for six or seven days, and on weekdays, it is to kneel and sit on the Buddha before chanting and reading Buddhist scriptures day and night, a total of 7749 days will come down the mountain when the date is full.

Except for Miss Xiao and Mrs. Qiu, there are no female dependents in the temple.

This middle-aged scribe said that the woman who has a so-called heaven-sent relationship with Jiang Chufeng, since she is not Xiao Ying and is still in the temple, is there only Mrs. Qiu left?

Smiling and smiling, Jiang Xiaoman's face became serious, straightened up, looked at the middle-aged scribe, and said, "Even if Mrs. Qiu is the woman you are looking for, I can't let you enter the temple.

Before Yun Xiao could speak, Jiang Chufeng on the side was anxious at first, stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged scribe's sleeve, and said eagerly: "Uncle Yun, I don't want this god-given fate!"

"Feng'er, you are stupid, if that Mrs. Qiu is really the life of the Nine Phoenix, even if her husband can't be the supreme, he is not just a small businessman!" Jiang Zhan looked at his son and said secretly.

These words, naturally, cannot be said on the table.

Of course, Jiang Zhan also knows that among his many brothers, there has never been a shortage of hands and eyes.

is like himself, who is in the open and cannot see the light in the dark, and only has a lot more monitoring of his brothers on weekdays.

If this trip to the border really found the woman with the nine phoenixes in Yun Xiao's mouth, I am afraid that I can't hide it.

Jiang Chufeng realized that he was out of shape, and immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Yun Xiao smiled softly and said, "It's not Mrs. Qiu, the girl we are looking for will not be over twenty years old." ”

"Naturally, there will be no more people in the temple that you are looking for. Jiang Xiaoman glanced at Mr. Yun, then turned his gaze to Jiang Zhan, and said softly: "Sixth uncle, it's not that I want to embarrass you as a nephew, but there is something inconvenient today, and I ask you and your cousin to climb the mountain tomorrow." ”

Jiang Zhan didn't speak, turned around, and saw Yun Xiao nodding slightly at him.

Immediately, he turned around and looked at the young man in front of him, and in Jiang Xiaoman, he could faintly see the shadow of Lao Jiu when he was young.

At his age, he began to miss the old days a little bit.

At that time, the song of Jinyi was frivolous, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves

When I was young, there wasn't much gap between brothers, and the relationship was not good, but it wasn't as competitive as it is now.

In autumn and winter hunting, many brothers surrounded their fathers and emperors, chasing deer and tigers.

If someone accidentally makes a mistake and makes his father unhappy and blames him, the next moment a brother will stand up and plead.

Once he said something in the palace that he shouldn't have said, which angered his father, or Lao Jiu knelt in front of his father without retreating or evading, and blocked the two whips that came at the head......

How good it would be if you could always be a child and not know the truth that strength is king and the strong are respected.

Those touches when I was young will always be forgotten with the years.

For no reason, Ling Tianhou's eyes darkened slightly, and then he returned to normal, looked at Jiang Xiaoman, and said softly: "Xiaoman, you get out of the way, the sixth uncle doesn't want to embarrass you, if there is really no one we are looking for in the temple as you said, I will personally go to your father to make amends." ”

It is rumored that the clan hides the secret of immortality.

But only the descendants of the Jiang family who have sat on the throne of the Holy Emperor of Great Xia in the past dynasties are qualified to know.

If it weren't for that, how could there be a reason why the Holy Emperors of Great Xia had been able to soar to immortality over the ages.

After all, people are still afraid of death.

Even the most ferocious outlaw who is not afraid of death, when the moment of death comes, he will still be afraid.

Martial arts practice, cultivation for a lifetime, fighting in the world, all he did was an epiphany, and he asked for immortality and flying immortals.

The so-called death at night is pure self-deception.

If you can ask for immortality, you will be promoted to an immortal, and you will enjoy countless years.

No one is really stupid enough to serve the Tao without seeking immortality.

In the face of longevity, no one can refuse, who will refuse.

Since it was a wisp of heaven that Yun Xiao exchanged for his life, he naturally didn't want to miss it.

If Feng'er can ascend to the supreme position, then the secret of immortality will naturally fall into his hands.

Isn't that what people live all their lives for?

In the final analysis, although he has made use of middle-aged scribes over the years, it does not prevent Jiang Zhan from treating Yun Xiao as his most trusted relatives and friends.

Now that Mr. Yun nodded, he would no longer have any scruples.

There may be, but if you can exchange it for a lifetime of supreme for Feng'er, it will not be worth mentioning.

"Xiaoman, you know that the sixth uncle's patience is not very good, don't force the sixth uncle to make a move on you!" Jiang Zhan put his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed with a heart-catching coldness, he looked at Jiang Xiaoman, and said softly: "If there is really no woman we are looking for, what does it matter if you let us enter the temple?"

Wan Jian's face turned pale, he knew that Jiang Zhan was not joking, if Jiang Xiaoman didn't let him, he would really make a move.

Before he had time to think about it, as soon as the Jincheng Supervisor Martial Pavilion Master stepped on the ground with his feet, his body swept forward, and he disappeared like a big peng in the moonlight, appearing in front of the young man.

"Master Hou, it's embarrassing for a junior, but I can't say it. Wan Jian was not afraid of the cold light in Jiang Zhan's eyes, chuckled, and said, "What's more, Xiaoman is still your own nephew, if you let Lord Ye and Lord Yao know, it will probably be cold." ”

This sudden scene couldn't help but make Jiang Xiaoman slightly stunned, originally thinking that this old man was his sixth uncle's subordinate.

Now, it doesn't seem to be the case.

This made his heart relax a little, if he really wanted to make a move, unless Wei Ran and Zhanhai Zen Master in the invisible void made a move, otherwise they really couldn't stop their sixth uncle.

Although he couldn't perceive Jiang Zhan's cultivation, the young man could guess that he would definitely not be weak.

As the prince of Great Xia, how could there be a weakling.

Jiang Zhan looked at Wan Jian, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Master Wan Ge, you also said that Xiaoman is my own nephew, then this is the family matter between our uncle and nephew, and you dare to take care of the family affairs of my Jiang family?"

Wan Jian glanced at the young man behind him, smiled, and said: "If it is said that it is a family matter, but it is not good for you to bully the small after all, Hou Ye really wants to enter the temple, why not let Xiaoman and the Chu Feng brothers have a fight." If you win, you will enter the temple and let the Hou Ye find people, and if you lose, you will go down the mountain, and this matter will be stopped, how about it?"

After speaking, Wan Jian smiled at Jiang Xiaoman and asked, "What do you say?"

Jiang Xiaoman glanced at his cousin, and the two had just fought each other.

If you really want to fight again, in the end, most of the wins will be yourself.

The young man thought about it, he knew that the old man in front of him really wanted to protect him, nodded and smiled, and said, "Grandpa Wan, I have no opinion, but I'm afraid that my cousin will be unwilling." ”

Jiang Zhan's eyes softened a little, unless he had to, he didn't want to tear his face with the third brother Lao Jiu and them now.

Once Jiang Xiaoman is injured, with Lao Jiu's temperament, he may go crazy, but as long as he doesn't do too much, he can bear it somewhat.

But it really annoyed the third brother Jiang Ye, who has been called the Blood Shura in the border area for many years, even if Ling Tianhou Mansion has all the foundations, most of them will not be able to bear it, and the best outcome will be a defeat for both sides.

This is naturally something that Jiang Zhan can't bear, and losing both means that he loses the qualification to compete for the Supreme of the Southern Regions for his son and is out of the game early.

Besides, behind his nephew, there is not only the support of the third brother, Lao Jiu and Lao Eleven.

There is also the Dugu clan of Beiliang City, which is the most headache in the entire Southern Regions.

That clan, who came out, were all masters who had nothing to do with iron swords on their backs, and they were the most protective on weekdays.

Today's Dugu old clan lord is still the old Taishan of his father.

If there is anyone who can still make the contemporary Holy Emperor of Great Xia change color, I am afraid that only that old man Dugu will be.

This ten thousand swords are from the Dugu clan, and as the master of the Prison Martial Pavilion, although he can also protect his shortcomings, he will at least know right from wrong.

Today, if it were other Dugu clansmen here, I was afraid that they wouldn't even be able to say more.

It doesn't matter if you are the sixth prince of Great Xia, cut it first.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Jiang Zhan looked at his son and asked, "Feng'er, what do you think?"

Jiang Chufeng glanced down at the breastplate that was almost torn, clenched the long sword in his hand, and nodded: "This is a child's business, it just so happened that Fang and his cousin failed to distinguish the winner and loser, what a pity." Now is an opportunity that you can't afford to miss. ”

Lifting his sword and looking at Jiang Xiaoman, he chuckled: "Cousin Xiaoman, please give me advice!"

Jiang Xiaoman was like a sharp sword that had already been swept across the sword before it was unsheathed, and his body was straight.

He didn't move, just looked at his cousin quietly.

After half a ring, he slowly spoke, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and said with a smile: "You are not my opponent, I don't want to teach you." If you can take a shot from me, I will make way for the sixth uncle and my cousin, and I will no longer prevent you from entering the temple. ”

Taking a step forward, the silver spear of gentian was held on the shoulders of the young man, glowing with a faint cold light under the moon and starry sky.

Not only Jiang Chufeng, but even Jiang Zhan, who was behind him to the side, couldn't help frowning.

The child of the old nine family is a little too crazy.

With his cultivation, he can sense that Jiang Xiaoman is only at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he is a little weaker than Feng Ershang.

Even if Jiang Chufeng's inner armor was almost pierced by the young man, Jiang Zhan only felt that it was his son's enemy who would be like this.

As a parent, you will always feel that your child will inevitably be better than others.

didn't think that if the two really fought each other, his son would really lose to Lao Jiu's son.

Just wanted to transmit the sound and let Chu Feng, the kid, teach him a good lesson, but he was secretly pulled by Mr. Yun beside him.

Jiang Zhan turned his head a little puzzled, then looked at Yun Xiao and shook his head slightly at him, and said softly: "Chu Feng is not Jiang Xiaoman's opponent, let him defend with all his strength and block that shot." ”

"Brother Yun, do you think Feng'er is not his opponent?" Jiang Zhan was a little incredulous, but if it came out of the mouth of a middle-aged scribe, it would probably not be fake.

Nodding, Yun Xiao didn't speak, just stared at the eyes of the young man with the silver spear in his hand.

Everyone in the world knows that Tianjilou is the best at the art of weft deduction.

But I didn't know that Tianji Tower also had a technique of looking at qi with eyes.

The qi here refers to the luck of people's vitality.

And Yun Xiao is the most proficient of the many Tianji Loumen people in this life.

Whether a person's luck lasts determines the level of future achievement.

And luck itself is an ethereal thing, mostly hidden in the body, emerging in the eyes.

However, as long as Yun Xiao looks at it with secret techniques, he can see his future luck from a person's eyes.

Some people's luck stretches like a long river, and the depths of their eyes are colorful like rainbows.

Some people's luck is decayed like rotten trees and withered vines, and the depths of their eyes are dilapidated and gray like yellow springs.

He has seen countless pairs of eyes in his life, but he has never seen anything like Jiang Xiaoman.

In the deepest part of those eyes, what was hidden was the vast sea of stars.

Just one glance almost made him lose himself.

It can be seen how terrifying the luck behind this gun-wielding boy will be.

Those who bear this kind of atmospheric luck are not absent before, and they are all the most dazzling existences in every great world.

And if you compete with it, unless you have the same continuous luck, or your realm cultivation is several major realms behind.

Otherwise, if you bless your body with luck alone, you are destined to be invincible most of the time.

Before Jiang could open his mouth, Jiang Chufeng waved his long sword and sneered: "Little cousin has such a big breath, you must know that Mu Xiu will destroy Lin Feng, sometimes it is not a good thing to be so arrogant!"

Of course, Jiang Chufeng is not a fool, if he didn't care that this was a border land, how could he be so passive.

Since his cousin said that as long as he blocked a shot, he would not stop it, he naturally would not refuse.

Retracting the long sword, Jiang Chufeng changed his offense to defense, and chuckled: "Since Xiaoman's cousin intends to do this, then my brother is waiting for your shot!"

Jiang Xiaoman didn't speak, just nodded his head slightly.

He was really a little disgusted with this cousin, and he didn't bother to say a word to him, he just made a move.

The gentian silver spear lay on his chest, and with a slight wave, he heard a dragon groan.

The aura of his whole body changed, and Jiang Xiaoman, who had just stood still, was like an unsheathed sword.

At this moment, it was the sword unsheathed.

When the gun came out a little, it was so cold that even the stars in the heavens became dim.

Jiang Chufeng's heart froze, even if he had already taken precautions, he still involuntarily took three steps back, and his eyes were so shaken by this shot that he couldn't help but half-squint.

Jiang Xiaoman had no murderous intent at the moment, seeing that Jiang Chufeng seemed to be unable to resist, he shifted the body of the spear downward in mid-air, originally intended to stab him in the chest, but now it has changed to stab the shoulder.

This shot made Jiang Zhan's face change, and he secretly said that it was not good.

Without the slightest hesitation, he appeared in front of his son in the next moment, snorted coldly, and a majestic momentum came out of his body, reaching forward and grabbing it lightly, and he held the tip of Jiang Xiaoman's gun with his bare hands.

In order to grasp the tip of the spear, even if it was as cultivated as him, he couldn't help but take half a step back slightly.

Jiang Zhan stared at Jiang Xiaoman expressionlessly, and after a while, he spoke softly: "I didn't expect that at this age, you would be able to make the ninth form of the Heavenly Spear without regrets." ”

No regrets, no regrets.

The Great Xia Border Army has seven types, and only this one shot can overwhelm the other six types.

If he didn't block this shot, even if Jiang Xiaoman changed direction later.

But if he was stabbed, Jiang Chufeng could not be said to be abolished at this moment, but at least seriously injured.

This couldn't help but make Jiang Zhan really angry, and he shot harder.

With that, he flung the tip of the spear with his backhand, sparks flying in the palm of his hand, and even nothingness rippled like a stone thrown into the calm water.

Jiang Xiaoman only felt a pain in his arm, as if he was burning his heart, and he was about to take off the spear in his hand, gritting his teeth and clenching the spear in his hand, he was suddenly pressed downward by Jiang Zhan's force from the body of the gun, and he couldn't help but half-kneel.

"Amitabha!"

Wan Jian's face was furious, and he just wanted to step forward, but a Buddha horn suddenly sounded on the flat ground.

Then, the void space behind Jiang Xiaoman cracked, and an old monk walked out of it, raised his hand and supported the young man.

"Thanks to Master Jiang, most of the catastrophe on Miss Xiao has been dissipated. Zen Master Zhanhai looked at the young man, smiled slightly, and said, "Next, hand it over to the old monk." ”