Chapter 8: On the Sword Table
"What's wrong?"
The sky was slightly bright, Beigong Fu in her sleep was a little uncomfortable with the coolness of the early morning, as soon as she turned over, before she could retract into the quilt, she bumped into Liu Chen's chest, which also made her wake up from her daze, and when she opened her eyes, she found that Liu Chen was staring blankly at the flower tent on the top of the bed, with a look of lovelessness. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
"Did you hit me again yesterday!"
Like a walking corpse, Beigong Fu wrapped his arm, and when the beauty in his arms was firmly in his arms, Liu Chen sighed lightly, and said in great confusion: "Didn't you promise me not to do it again?"
Turned over and put his chin on Liu Chen's chest, Beigong Fu's face was full of innocence, especially the blood-red eyes suddenly reflected Liu Chen's face, this extremely aggrieved demeanor made Liu Chen a little unable to find the south, south, west, and northwest.
"Why did I beat you...... It's you, look at what you've made me look like!" As he spoke, Beigong Fu revealed a lotus root arm like Haoyu from the quilt, well, among the crystal of Saixue and frost, there are indeed a few pieces of blue and red......
"That ......" grinned, a trace of indescribable pain made Liu Chen frown unconsciously, and stared at Beigong Fu for a long time before he complained with a sad face: "You didn't hit me, so why did my face swell like this...... You didn't hit me, so why do I feel like my body is falling apart?"
"Puff ......" looked at Liu Chen's pig's head appearance at this time, and the well-behaved Beigong Fu couldn't hold back any longer, and when his little face turned red, the laughter like a silver bell spread throughout the room......
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is not too reserved, nor too shy, Liu Chen and Beigong Fu lay on the bed and grinded their temples for a long time, and then they got up together, just like the old husband and wife who have been married for many years.
When the little Lori Doudou walked into the room with the maids, Liu Chen took the lead in washing it, then leaned quietly against the door, looking at Beigong Fu who finally raised his white hair high with a smile, he never imagined what Beigong Fu's hair would look like when he was coiled up, when Liu Chen met Dugu Luan, who also coiled his hair on the light bridge, compared with now, Beigong Fu's bride makeup made him feel warmer.
If Duguluan represents Liu Chen's unbearable past, the original heart is the most unforgettable pain. That Beigong Fu is his first encounter, once he meets, it will be ten thousand years at a glance......
After completely dressing up, Liu Chen approached Beigong Fu, took the colorful golden phoenix hairpin handed by Doudou, and gently embedded it into Beigong Fu's hair.
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There used to be those heroic Confucians who traveled to the Eastern Continent, and every time they stopped in a certain city, they were very willing to tell everyone what they had seen and heard about their travels.
After the singing of some storytellers with excellent ventriloquist skills, the customs and customs of various ethnic groups in the Eastern Continent were passed on to everyone's ears by word of mouth.
Speaking of the highest mountain in the Eastern Continent, up to the ninety-year-old man, down to the general horn child, they can tell those listeners that the highest mountain is in the north, but they don't know that the top of the lonely mountain, the cold of the song, and the barren mountain are the ultimate in the cold of the world......
Speaking of the longest river in the Eastern Continent, hehe, the Canglan River, running through the east and west of the mainland, fertile fields for thousands of miles, fertile water and grass, there is a paradise on earth, there, is the ultimate victor of each era of the end of the law...... The perfect reward!
Then, some people must have asked where is the most extensive martial arts arena in the Eastern Continent...... There used to be many answers, some people said that it was in the Xuanwumen Square in Chang'an, some people said that it was on the Demon Saint Tiantai in the Ten Thousand Demon City, and some people said that the Immortal Valley of the Golden Horde Court was the largest martial arts arena in the Eastern Continent......
Until those people arrived at Sword Mountain and arrived at the Valley of Tibetan Soldiers...... Among the peaks of the Sword Mountain, there is a sword peak, tens of thousands of zhang high, hidden in the clouds, endless, at the top of the sword peak, there is the sword platform, the sword pavilion of the past generations of sword masters on the sword, are sitting on the ground here, the so-called "will be the top of the Ling, a glance at the mountains are small!", sit on the sword platform, the peaks of the sword mountain, Cangzhou, and even the boundlessness in the sky, are pressed under themselves, there is the best sword, and naturally there is the most beautiful scenery!
Today is the first day of the new lord of the Sword Pavilion.
When the old sword master Liu Feng bowed down to welcome Liu Chen to the top position, in an instant, tens of thousands of neatly dressed Sword Pavilion disciples bowed their knees in unison, and the voice brightened the entire Feng City......
A martial arts arena that can accommodate tens of thousands of disciples to listen to lectures on swords, seeing the people who came here for the first time, they couldn't help but set off monstrous waves in their hearts, even the first swordsman in the lonely mountain, Beigong Yu, couldn't help but be stunned, if 10,000 swordsmen are 10,000 swords, then the current sword master Liu Chen, has truly achieved the return of ten thousand swords!
"According to the usual rules, the new sword master can accept a challenge from any Sword Pavilion disciple, everyone, who wants to step forward and discuss the sword with martial arts?"
Liu Shayun, who was sitting at the bottom of the other side of Liu Chen, smiled, and took the lead in breaking the silence on the sword platform, hearing the Sword Casting Peak Lord speak, and the tens of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples who were sitting cross-legged on the spot only raised their heads in unison, and there was no sound among them.
Seeing this, Beigong Yu couldn't help but sigh lightly, and said in a low voice with approving eyes: "The way of the sword must first cultivate the heart, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are like stopping water, and they are not shocked when they change, and the human sword is one, it is natural, it is really rare, the first sword in the Eastern Continent is really worthy of its reputation!"
"Didn't anyone come?"
Liu Shayun asked again, smiling very kindly.
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion present all heard Liu Shayun's question, but no matter who they were right now, they were not sure about fighting with King Canglan, their strength was higher than that of King Canglan, even if they won, it would be disgraceful, and their strength was comparable to Liu Chen, even Liu Mo couldn't beat him, so why fight with Liu Chen?
For thousands of years, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have also been able to pass on a calm and self-denying Taoist heart from generation to generation, not to be strong, not to fight ruthlessly, to listen to the mountains and rivers, quiet and steady, it is the sword path of the Tibetan Soldier Valley!
"Hehehe!" Without waiting for Liu Shayun to speak again, there was a sudden chuckle from the guest seat of the ceremony, and people looked at it together, Liu Bai, who was fluttering in plain clothes, was standing in the crowd with his back straight, and said with a smile: "The old man has itchy skills for a while, and I also ask the sword master to give advice!"
"Scared ......" is not as calm as the enigma of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, the princes and dignitaries of the various states who have participated in Liu Chen's wedding banquet are almost shocked at this time, it stands to reason that traveling to Sword Mountain is just a gift for the guests and hosts after the King of Canglan becomes married, they never imagined that on this sacred sword platform, they will still have the opportunity to see the Sword Saint Liu Bai challenging Liu Chen......
The strange performance of tens of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples shocked people's eyes again, when Liu Bai Fei landed a few feet away in front of Liu Chen, the sound of brushing, all the Sword Pavilion disciples got up instantly, and it was not like Liu Bai saluted as people imagined, they, they just lowered their heads and lifted the futon under them, and spread far away to both sides of the open space of the Sword Terrace, just leaving a large open space around Liu Bai's body, and finally, they put down the futon in the new position, sat down firmly, and put on their faces one by one, as if watching a play, waiting for the new and old generations of Canglan Kings to start a warγ (To be continued.) )