"Dao Chief, please come in!"

A beautiful and eager female voice drifted into Zhu Houlie's ears, but this woman's voice was completely different from the voice of the previous flute blower. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sure enough. Zhu Houlie said firmly in his heart.

After a while, a man dressed as a guard pushed open the door and invited Zhu Houlie to enter. He crossed the threshold and walked into the stone house, and found that the house was divided into two entrances with bamboo curtains, and although the sparrows were small, they were all complete, and the furniture and miscellaneous items should be all necessary for the family, and the windows were bright and clean, quiet and pleasant.

Forward, there were two guards holding swords looking at Zhu Houlie vigilantly, and there were four figures faintly behind the bamboo curtain, one of them was lying on the bed, while the other three were standing on the edge of the bed, and their posture was wonderful.

"I'm breaking into my daughter's country. Zhu Houlie said dumbly in his heart.

After entering the stone house, Zhu Houlie's spiritual sense became clearer, although there were two male guards outside, but everyone behind the bamboo curtain was a woman, except for the one lying on the hospital bed, the other three were all young women.

"Daoist, please. A woman who looked like a maid gently pulled the bamboo and invited Zhu Houlie into the inner room.

The space behind the bamboo curtain is not very large, but it is not small, in addition to a bed, there is also a women's dresser, and there are two stone benches next to the bed, and a jade man holding a jade flute sits upright on the edge of the bed. The other was lying on the bed, holding the hand of the person on the bed, and crying quietly.

The jade person holding the jade flute was wearing a double placket round neck and a blue printed women's dress, turned around lightly and chicly, and stared at Zhu Houlie lightly. She is beautiful and exquisite, and her pretty face without a little fat powder hangs with some indescribable poignant beauty, and she is naturally graceful and moving. For her sword-like contour lines and ice-skinned, fairy-like appearance, any slight increase or decrease will destroy the moon-like flower that can only come from heaven.

"Poor Dao Xuantong has seen you. Zhu Houlie saluted them without humility or arrogance.

"Since the Taoist has the technique of rejuvenation, he will treat the patient quickly, and I hope the Taoist is not talking big. The woman with the flute had a cold attitude.

Seeing that there were silver needles and other traditional Chinese medicine tools next to her, Zhu Houlie couldn't help but shake his head, not knowing if this woman was by nature or repulsed by her peers.

Depending on the situation, it should be that the flute-wielding woman couldn't heal the patient on the bed, so she gave her a to send her on her last ride, but Zhu Houlie was attracted by her flute sound.

"The little woman Shang Xiufang has seen the Taoist, and she hopes that the Taoist can save my mother!" The woman on the other side turned her head and said with tears in her eyes.

The woman's jade face is not powdered with any fat, but her eyebrows are like day, and they are thousands of times better than any heavy makeup. She has a pair of water-cut eyes that can seduce the soul, although Shang Xiufang's eyes are not flattering now, but the crying and delicate appearance is even more pitiful.

"Shang Xiufang ......" staring at this woman's peerless jade face, Zhu Houlie suddenly realized.

"I really didn't expect to come to the world of the Tang Dynasty Double Dragon, it seems that it should be the influence of Xiang Yutian. Zhu Houlie thought in a daze.

The origin of the mysterious Grand Master who assassinated Zhao Yunyang had been fully figured out by Zhu Houlie in nearly a month. The Holy Gate Holy Emperor, the first Saint Emperor in history to cultivate the Demon Gate Secret Scripture Dao Heart Demon Dafa, and also the first Demon Gate to shatter the void.

However, this Saint Emperor had only been in the Xuanyuan World for more than four years, and because he had broken the void and did not have enough protection, his body was traumatized as soon as he came to the Xuanyuan Continent.

And because Xiang Yutian, the great martial arts master, is not a native of the Xuanyuan world, it seems that when he first entered the Xuanyuan world, he was still vaguely suppressed by the will of the world. Therefore, he can't rely on the power of the world like other great masters, and it will take a lot of time to repair it to plug this defect.

Therefore, Zhu Houlie felt that Xiang Yutian's performance in the cave was a little inconsistent with that of ordinary great grandmasters, firstly because of his injury, and secondly, because his own ability defects had not been completely compensated.

The reason why Zhu Houlie was able to use the three words Shang Xiufang to think of the Legend of the Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty was because he held Xiang Yutian's soul in his hand when he was in the Xuanyuan Continent, making him spit out a lot of information, which made him think of this work on the earth.

Now that he has come to the world of Datang, the first thing to determine is what time period he has come to. Looking at Shang Xiufang's appearance, her mother has not yet gone, which means that he may still appear before the plot starts.

"Dao Chief! Xuan Passage Chief!" the cold voice of the flute-wielding woman pierced Zhu Houlie's ears.

Looking at the trace of disdain in this beauty's eyes, Zhu Houlie couldn't help but laugh, he was regarded as a disciple.

Because of Shang Xiufang's three words, Zhu Houlie recalled his memory for a while, but in the eyes of others, he was fascinated by Shang Xiufang's appearance.

However, there can be such a flute art in this Tang Dynasty, and it is about the same age as Shang Xiufang, it must be Shi Qingxuan, the daughter of the evil king Shi Zhixuan and Bi Xiuxin.

"It's not good to be poor. Zhu Houlie apologized, "Let Poor Dao take the pulse for Mrs. ”

Hearing this, Shang Xiufang silently gave up her seat and looked at Zhu Houlie, a young Taoist priest, expectantly. Although Shi Qingxuan had already sentenced her mother to death, she still hoped for a miracle.

Zhu Houlie sat on the stone bench and called for the woman. The appearance of the woman on the hospital bed is six or seven points similar to Shang Xiufang, but her face is pale, her anger is like a hanging thread, and her hair is withered.

"It's unbelievable that you ran out of oil and dried up in your forties. Zhu Houlie said in surprise.

If Shang Xiufang's mother is a hard worker, and she has overdrawn her body early, it makes sense. But this person doesn't say that he is pampered, but looking at the situation of this stone house, he should be living in seclusion in a quiet environment. And she doesn't know martial arts, she doesn't have any internal injuries, she doesn't have any poison, and she doesn't have a disease, so it's a little strange.

For the book of the Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, Zhu Houlie still likes it a lot, so he read it more than once. But even if you like it again, after nearly twenty years, it is impossible for Zhu Houlie to remember all the contents of four or five million martial arts masterpieces. Through the detailed narration to Yutian, as well as Zhu Houlie's memories of those days. The general process and some details of the Datang story are still clear, but it is impossible to say that they have memorized everything.

And Shang Xiufang's mother, for what reason she fell here, and when did she pass away. This small detail, Zhu Houlie is really not clear.

withdrew his hand, Shang Xiufang's mother's physical condition, Zhu Houlie already understood. Although there are some troubles, it is not impossible to recover.