Chapter 112: The Beidou Lord dies and Xihua comes

Midair.

The clouds are green, and the smoke is glowing.

The floating scenery is wonderful, and the crane has a good sound.

Mrs. Xihua sat steadily on the cloud couch, she looked like she was in her thirties, wearing a brocade veil, a green feather skirt, a tiger book on the left, a waving spirit on the right, a bright face, fresh as jade.

There are two maids on the left and right, one is dressed in green clothes, with a green chapter bag, holding a brocade bag, one foot two inches long, holding the Zhou Tian Wanxing Flying Wheel Flag, the stars are bright, and the Milky Way is in sight. One of the maids was dressed in red, holding a white box, bound with a silk ribbon, the white box was like an ivory shape, and inside was also a dream-like star treasure sand flowing, silent.

Further back, there are rows of star generals, tall and mighty, wearing armor, and imposing.

After a while, Mrs. Xihua opened her eyes, looked down, and said, "Is Jintai Mansion City ahead?"

"Yes, Lord of the Temple. ”

A maid looked at the map in her hand and said in a crisp voice, "The front is Jintai Mansion City." ”

"Hmm,"

Mrs. Xihua nodded, and with a finger of her hand, the nebula on the gate of heaven rushed up, and in an instant, thousands of stars on the heavenly dome lit up at the same time, and the wisps of starlight hung down, and the waves were magnificent.

From a distance, a star map that stretches for thousands of miles floats in the sky, bright and bright, swaying.

Thundered

As soon as the Jindan monk came out, he attracted the power of the stars, and the weather was myriad.

"Huh?"

"Brother Jindan?"

"Why is there such a big movement?"

"It's aggressive. ”

At this moment, I don't know how many people in Jintai Mansion raised their heads and saw the starry sky, each thinking about it.

Whoa,

Not long after, a golden light in mid-air from far and near, turned into a rainbow bridge, in the midst of the divine singing, a woman walked down from above, it was Mrs. Linghui, who presided over the hospital examination that day.

She is still wearing a cloud brocade skirt today, with a delicate face, a bun in the middle of the top, and the rest of her hair hanging down to her waist, tied up with gold rings, looking solemn.

Glancing at Mrs. Xihua, Mrs. Linghui was taken aback, and saluted, "I don't know where this fellow Daoist came from, what is the matter with coming to my Jintai Mansion City?"

"What right does a little god have to talk to me?"

Mrs. Xihua's face was cold, and with a flick of her cloud sleeves, a vast force came out, wrapped Mrs. Linghui up, and said, "Let your principal come over." ”

"You,"

Mrs. Linghui wants the wind and the rain in the city, and she can't remember how long she hasn't been insulted like this, and her face is red with anger.

However, the lady Xihua in front of her was a genuine Jindan monk, and with a wave, the power of the stars was derived, and there was a kind of rule power constraint, which made her unable to struggle.

"Hateful,"

Lady Linghui's silver teeth clenched and made a gurgling sound.

"The lord of the Yaoguang Palace came to the palace city with great joy, and he was not welcomed. ”

At this time, an immeasurable divine light fell from the sky, purple and green qi was everywhere, intertwined patterns, hanging like a mirror, there was an indescribable majesty and domineering, as soon as the mirror light shone, it disintegrated the power of the stars.

After saving Mrs. Linghui, the treasure mirror dispersed, and the voice continued to sound, saying, "This god still has important matters, so I can't receive the hall master, fortunately, there is the king of Lanling County here today, so the king of Lanling County will do his best to be a landlord." ”

As soon as the voice fell,

A magnificent spirit appeared, the king of Lanling County wore a golden crown, a brocade robe of auspicious clouds, a unicorn on the top, a scripture on the bottom, and a fair face, not like a generation of martial saints, but like a beautiful son.

Thundered

As soon as the king of Lanling County appeared, his eyes were like lightning, he looked at Mrs. Xihua, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, as the first-generation hall master of the Wuji Star Palace, why did you come to my Yunzhou with such fanfare?"

Facing the monks of the same realm, Mrs. Xihua restrained her disdain just now and said indifferently, "An elder of my Yaoguang Hall Lord fell in Jintai Mansion City for no reason, you have to give me an explanation." ”

"Oh,"

The king of Lanling County raised his eyebrows, his face did not change, and said, "People die every day in Fucheng, do they all ask me to give them an explanation?"

The Great Yan Dynasty was at its peak, and the development of martial arts was advancing rapidly, even though the other party's Wuji Star Palace was a big force in the Immortal Dao Xuanmen, it was still treated calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Huh?"

As soon as Mrs. Xihua heard this, a trace of evil aura flashed between her eyebrows, and she was about to attack, but she still pressed it down and said, "I don't care about other people, but the people who died in Fucheng are not only the elders of my Yaoguang Palace, but also my son, how can I not avenge such a deep hatred?"

"The Revenge of the Murderer,"

The eyes of the king of Lanling County flashed, the people have the revenge of killing their sons, and the story of blood spattering five steps, not to mention the people of the Immortal Dao, he thought about it, and said in a soothing tone, "I don't know if the Lord of Yaoguang Hall has eyebrows?"

"Yes,"

Mrs. Xihua flicked her fingers, and a bit of bright light came out of her fingertips, and she turned into a picture scroll, which was a map of Jintaifu City, on which a six-pointed star was marked, and said, "My child fell here." ”

"Hey, good detailed map,"

The king of Lanling County sneered a few times, it would not be comfortable for anyone whose own home layout was clear to outsiders, and the thoughts of Wuji Star Palace could be known to passers-by.

"Huh?"

The king of Lanling County looked at the starlight, recognized it, and said in surprise, "This is the Baishui Cloud Mansion." ”

"Does the King of Lanling know the owner of this mansion?"

Mrs. Xihua's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of chill in her voice, and she said, "He can't get rid of it." ”

"The owner of Baishui Cloud Mansion is just a teenager, and he is the head of the last court examination. ”

The King of Lanling raised his head, his eyes were aggressive, and said, "Could it be that an elder of the Yaoguang Hall would be planted in the hands of a young scholar?"

"Who knows if he has a helper?"

Mrs. Xihua was furious, and the stars around her body jumped, collided and exploded, and made a dull voice, "You brought him, I will ask him personally." ”

"Good. ”

The king of Lanling County did not refuse, and gave an order to let his subordinates rush to Baishui Cloud Mansion.

Not long after, Chen Yan appeared in the field, wearing a scholar's scarf and a green coat, dressed as a very standard scholar, and calmly saluted the king of Lanling County, "Xiaosheng Chen Yan, I have seen the king of the county." ”

"Hmm,"

The king of Lanling County has heard Chen Yan mentioned by his old friend, and when he looks at it today, he is really dignified in appearance, with a calm temperament, and said with a smile, "I have heard your poems in Fucheng, and they are well written." ”

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

Chen Yan listened to the words, a little relieved.

"Chen Yan,"

Mrs. Xihua was condescending, the coldness in her eyes almost turned into substance, staring at the young man in front of her, and said word by word, "But the elder of my Highness Yaoguang that you killed?"

Thundered

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yan sensed a deep pressure like a mountain falling on his body, his thinking couldn't work at all, and a voice sounded in his heart, telling the truth.

"Confession coercion,"

Chen Yan gritted his teeth and made a judgment.

To postpone this change until two o'clock in the afternoon is to ask for a Sanjiang ticket, begging, begging, begging!