Three people walked through a fragrant meadow behind the Chongning Palace and came to a lakeside pavilion, where the only woman sat in the pavilion, as if to take a break, while the other two stopped and stood side by side on the shore of the lake, looking at the sparkling lake.

The age difference between the two seems to be, they are both not confused about their age, and they are both dressed as elegant Confucian scholars, but it is rare in such a northern land.

The woman in the pavilion did not wear a hat today, revealing a face that is rare for ordinary people, at this time leaning on the pavilion pillar, looking at the lake from the side, the sunset falls on the body, the person and the scenery are one, the beauty is thrilling.

One of the men glanced back, turned his head and whispered to the man beside him, "Brother Song, I heard that you are going to marry Fairy Chi soon?"

The three of them are Song Qingying, the deputy head of the Xuan Sect, Fu Zhongtian, the great master of the Daomen, and Chi Qingnu, the master of the Xuan Church.

Song Qingying subconsciously wiped the beard on her lips and chuckled: "Twenty and crown, thirty and stand, forty is not confused, thirty years old should start a family and start a business, I have already passed the age of not being confused, I am almost the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and now I have only become a family, it is really embarrassing." ”

Fu Zhongtian subconsciously turned his head to look at Chi Qingnu again, hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice and said: "Starting a family and starting a business, in the final analysis, is to continue the incense, but my generation of monks, the higher they cultivate, the more difficult it is to give birth to heirs, such as Gongsun Zhongmou and Zhang Xueyao, Wanyan and the queen mother, Lan Yu and his wife, Xiao Bai and his wife, etc., all have no children and no heirs, and for example, the real person and his wife, Xiao Yu and his wife, and even the father and mother of the family, only have one son. ”

Song Qingying said with a smile: "Brother Fu's words are right, the monk is seeking immortality, if he can seek immortality, what do he need to do with heirs?

Fu Zhongtian said softly: "When the master was in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, he and his wife gave birth to Qi Xianyun, a great material of the immortals, and Fu is also the son of his father and mother, which is the credit of my Daomen secret technique." ”

Song Qingying arched her hand and smiled: "Song has to rely on Brother Fu." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

Song Qingying put her hands behind her back and looked south.

Fu Zhongtian said softly: "I have heard in the palace in the past few days, that the great sword immortal of the Sword Sect seems to have also come to the Chongning Palace?"

Song Qingying nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Fu Zhongtian frowned and asked, "What does the country lord mean?"

Song Qingying turned her head to look at Fu Zhongtian, smiling without saying a word.

At this moment, the vision protruded.

Fu Zhongtian's eyes widened suddenly, and in an instant, a snow-bright long blade appeared in his hand, his body swept forward, and he passed by Song Qingying who was full of smiles, and slashed towards the woman who was galloping.

Fu Zhongtian's knife was silent, but it was magnificent, like a bright moon born on the sea and appeared in front of him.

I saw that Chi Qingnu, who was originally enjoying the scenery in the pavilion, had already made a move at some point, a pair of white big sleeves were swaying, and she stretched out her fingers to resist Fu Zhongtian's sword.

The beautiful woman in white retreated more than ten feet and fell back into the pavilion, which offset the majestic sword qi.

A drop of bright red blood oozed from the fingertips of the woman in white, but she recovered in an instant, but the white clothes were drumming endlessly, hunting and hunting.

Chi Qingnu, who was about to put on a bright red wedding dress, had a solemn face, Fu Zhongtian was worthy of the previous lord of the Secret Guard Mansion who turned the imperial capital upside down with his own strength, and his cultivation was quite good, if it weren't for the fact that he was afraid of Song Qingying beside him, this knife would never be so lightly understated.

After swinging a knife, Fu Zhongtian didn't care about taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and said sharply to the easy Confucian beside him: "Song Qingying, what does this mean? What do you want to do?"

Song Qingying's face was calm, and she said indifferently: "Brother Fu is a smart person, how could he not guess?"

Fu Zhongtian clenched the handle of the knife, squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you going to kill people?"

Song Qingying said unhurriedly: "I don't know if Brother Fu has heard of the statement of the name, which is to the effect that if a person wants to join the gang of the green forest heroes, in order to prevent it from being a spy of the government, he must kill a person, and the head will be sacrificed, and the leader will have no doubts. ”

Fu Zhongtian's face became more and more gloomy, and he said slowly: "Do you want to give Fu Mou's head as a gift to Xu Beiyou?"

Song Qingying smiled and nodded, "Yes." ”

Fu Zhongtian sneered: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this, or is it to complete the Yan State Lord to do it himself?" If so, then Fu has nothing to say." ”

Song Qingying chuckled and said: "If I want to kill you, I don't need the lord of the country to do it himself, the lord of the country once said that in the next twenty years, there should be three people in the world who can set foot in the realm of the eighteenth floor of the earth immortal, the first is Qi Xianyun, the great material of your Daomen, the second is Zhao Qing, the great martial arts master who has been stranded in the realm of the seventeenth floor of the earth immortal for many years, as for the third, it is not just below." Therefore, the lord of the country said that as long as you have the ability to escape from my hands, it will be your creation, and his old man will no longer embarrass you, nor will he worry about you. ”

Fu Zhongtian sneered: "The high realm does not mean that the ability to kill people is also high, since the lord of Wanyan will not make a move, then I have to learn from Mr. Song." ”

Song Qingying didn't continue to make a sound, the smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression was indifferent.

Around him, there was a green energy that rose on its own.

Fu Zhongtian held a long knife engraved with talismans, and the fluorescence flowed.

The next moment, Fu Zhongtian shrunk into inches with the divine power of the Dao Gate, and appeared in front of Song Qingying in an instant, jumped high, and slashed straight down.

The big sleeves are fluttering, and the wind and thunder are blowing.

Song Qingying raised her arm and stretched out a finger.

Fu Zhongtian's thunderous knife was blocked by a finger and froze.

Between the two, it seems that they are separated by 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, which is insurmountable.

Fu Zhongtian instantly retracted the knife, and then returned to the knife.

As far as Song Qingying's vision could see, it was like the Milky Way falling for nine days, and it was all a surging and majestic rolling knife qi, rushing towards it.

Song Qingying's expression was calm, after taking one hand, he did not retreat but advanced, and the other hand stretched out, breaking the knife on the knife with the palm of his hand, and lightly pressed the sharp rune blade in Fu Zhongtian's hand, and the five fingers and palms were suddenly cut by the blade, blooming blood flowers, but before the blood from the wound flowed, it had already returned to normal.

This is the immortal golden body of Xuanjiao.

If the qi is endless, the body will not be extinguished.