The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he could already move.

Thinking of the dead Zhang Lao, he couldn't help but sigh. Turning his head to look at Liuli, he found that she was full of tears, her eyes were blank, and she still maintained a standing posture, obviously not yet unraveling the acupoints on her body.

Huangfu Yan felt a pity in his heart, stepped forward to touch her tears, and comforted: "Liuli, although grandpa has gone, but you still have me, it is the great enemy God Xuanji, and we will face ...... together."

As he spoke, he saw Liuli's eyes flashing, and a line of tears flowed out again.

"Silly girl, it's okay, you look like this, grandpa doesn't want to see it, his old man is hardworking, he just hopes that you can live happily. ”

Thinking that the words of the emperor Fu had a role, or that he cried away the pain in his heart, a trace of firmness flashed in Liuli's eyes, and he looked at him in a daze.

"You see, that's right, the top priority is to solve the acupoints on your body first, but this acupoint...... That ......" Huangfu scratched his ears and cheeks, a little embarrassed.

He was able to unlock Zhang Lao's acupoints by himself, most of which was the wonderful use of Xuanwu Zhendinggong, but he didn't have the slightest clue if he wanted him to solve acupoints for others.

"Look, if I don't solve your dumb hole first, let's take the rest slowly. As he spoke, the emperor began to grope around the hollow behind the glazed bun.

Huang Fu Yan has a general understanding of the location of the acupoints around his body, but he smells the faint fragrance of the glass, looks at her handsome color, and feels her clear and wonderful eyes like spring water, and his heart will always throb a little.

Liuli was tickled by him, and with the shyness in his heart, his face was soon flushed.

Finally, the sweaty Huangfu untied the dumb hole on Liuli's body.

Liuli hurriedly avoided the gaze cast by the emperor, and did not dare to look at each other.

"Stupid!" Ruri muttered quietly.

"What?"

"I said you're so stupid, you're also a martial arts practitioner, why do you even have to find the location of a dumb hole for a long time?"

Huangfu Yan was a little embarrassed by what she said, how could the position of the acupuncture points of this person be the same as that of people, but he smiled on his face: "Liuli, let's solve the other acupoints first, see that you have been standing all night!"

"Hmph, why don't you call me sister again?" Liulijiao said angrily.

"Hehe, hasn't Grandpa already entrusted you to me?" Huangfu smiled proudly.

"You ......" Liuli was angry, but the acupoints on her body were unsolved, and she couldn't move her hands and feet, and she glared at him angrily. Although he had already secretly agreed, he just couldn't see him so proud.

"Don't hurry up and solve the acupuncture point for me!" Finally, Liuli Female Wei shook up.

The emperor was submissive, and under the guidance of Liuli, he began to solve the great cause of acupuncture.

It took a long time for most of the acupuncture points on Liuli's body to be solved.

Liulijiao scolded again and again, and under the shyness, she was red to the root of her ears.

At this time, Huangfu was blushing, sweating profusely looking at her emerald green close-fitting silk coat. The position of this Tanzhong and closed door is really embarrassing.

Huangfu Yan's heart was pounding, the palms of his hands were already oozing sweat, and his fingers were shaking, he wanted to solve her middle and close the second acupoint, but he always touched the inside of her small steamed bun, like an electric shock, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Liuli Hongxia's face was full of anger: "Big villain, where do you order?!"

The emperor wanted to cry without tears, embarrassed, and didn't dare to look back at her.

Liuli was embarrassed and angry, and felt that this bad guy was also funny, so she said softly: "Come here, I'll explain it to you again, and this time I'll see it again! Don't ...... it randomly."

Huangfu closed his eyes and silently recited the Xuanwu True Determination Technique for a while, calmed down, and finally succeeded in solving the acupoints.

After the acupuncture was solved, the two rested for a while, and the emperor found some wild fruits everywhere, and after temporarily quenching the hunger and thirst in his stomach, he buried Zhang Lao in this ready-made ancient tomb.

Huangfu crossed out the word "Dragon City" on the top of the circular arch, re-engraved the word "Zhang Yuxie", and the moss was swept away, and it actually became a majestic cemetery.

No matter how prominent the Left Protector of the Five Immortals Sect is, it is not as large as a tomb on the scale of the royal family. Now that Zhang Lao is sleeping on his pillow, he has no regrets.

This ancient tomb occupies a huge area, Murong Longcheng lived here for a long time in the early years, behind this cemetery, there is a cave, in which tables, chairs, bed tents, all kinds of clothes and utensils, are displayed in an orderly manner, brilliant and dazzling, extraordinary.

Although because of the age, those clothes are loaded with tents and turn into ashes when touched, but there is still a green shirt and two moon-white robes, which are bright and soft to start with, and I don't know what raw materials they are made of.

There are all kinds of living utensils inside, and the two emperors and Fu guarded the tomb for Zhang Lao while living in the elegant residence where Murong Longcheng lived back then.

In this way, the fairy couple, there is no time in the mountains, and it has been more than two years.

Huangfu's internal injuries have been healed under the decoction carefully boiled by Xuanwu Zhending Gong and Liuli, but the Yin attribute Xuanwu True Qi that remained in the body back then has also become a little hot after a few years, and for a while, there is no way to expel and resolve it.

Liuli is grooming and making up by the spring in the cave, Liuli, who is already sixteen years old, is becoming more and more extraordinary, plus she has obtained Zhang Lao's lifelong skills, at this time she has become a first-class master, and her breath is ethereal and elegant.

In the past two years, although the two of them have been in love with each other, there is nothing out of etiquette except for the occasional hand-holding. The beauty is beside him, it's not that he doesn't want to take a step closer, just because he is not Liuli's opponent. Once he peeked at Liuli changing clothes, and was found out that he was beaten fat. As soon as he thought of this, the emperor burst into tears.

On the side of this cave is an underground secret room, which should be the place where Murong Longcheng retreated and cultivated back then. The secret room is full of light, and the top of the cave is inlaid with a pearl every zhang or so, which shines as bright as day.

This is a large stone room, with several rows of bookshelves in the center, on which there are no more than half of the martial arts secret books, only some books such as the Hundred Schools of Princes, Medicine and Astrology.

Huang Fu Yan casually picked up a notebook on the table, flipped through it a few times, and began to practice swordsmanship as usual.

This notebook was recorded by Murong Longcheng when he was studying the Hundred Martial Arts, and it was chaotic, and there were hundreds of various sword moves alone.

For more than two years, Huang Fu Yan has a clear understanding of the sword moves recorded in it. Although there was no corresponding cultivation method, it also made his knowledge greatly increased.

Swordsmanship is dead, and with the accumulation of so many sword moves, Huangfu died on the way of the sword, and he also had a great understanding.

These sword moves came from dozens of different sects, and it was almost impossible to integrate these many different moves. The emperor didn't care, he didn't tell what the move was, and once he thought of it, he used it as he pleased. Later, several swordsmanship of the Yizi Hui Sword Gate were also mixed into it.

Nowadays, the three-style swordsmanship of Zhou Gongjian of the Yizi Hui Sword Gate can be used all, but there are many changes in each move, and it can be faintly seen that it comes from those hundreds of sword moves.

I saw that his three-style Zhou Gong sword was used, and all kinds of sword moves changed, natural and smooth, and with the three sword strokes, the power was greatly increased.

These three tricks are done in one go, and they are constantly changing, flowing smoothly, and they can be done at will.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Huangfu Yan has stepped into the realm of swordsmanship. It's just that the so-called sword heart is trapped in the alien true qi in the body and can't break through.

Suddenly, the "jade belt around the waist" sword in Huangfu Yan's hand turned, and another sword stabbed out.

This sword, different from the artistic conception of Zhou Gong's swordsmanship, is like a wisp of cloud qi meandering and flying, as Huang Fu Yan continued to make the sword, bending, outlining, changing, condensing, the sword light gradually formed the outline of a flying cloud.

"A sword comes from the west", the name of the very burning bun, is the proud work of the emperor's death recently. But it was he who had been contemplating the sea of clouds for several years.

The sword becomes a paintbrush, using the void as a cloth to outline the outline of a flying cloud.

Qingluan's sword shook, a sword came from the west, and the clouds gathered.

I saw the sword light flickering, the traces of the Dao, and the wisps of cloud qi meandering together, condensing into a cloud of sword light in the blink of an eye.

The sword of the Emperor Fu turned and sent forward, and the sword light that had condensed into a cloud flew forward with a whistling sound, rushing towards the mountain wall.

Waiting for the sword light to disperse, with a "sigh" sound, there were faint traces on the mountain wall.

At this moment, Huang Fu Yan felt the true qi in his limbs surging, uncontrollable, and all rushed towards his body, like a furious and angry Jiao, rushing to the dantian three inches below the navel, pouring into the dantian like a broken bamboo, as if he wanted to give birth to something, but when the true qi flowed into the acupuncture point of the different true qi coil, the momentum suddenly stopped, and the remaining strength was insufficient, and finally dispersed in the dantian.

Huangfu stood with his sword in his hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, and after his consciousness changed rapidly, he saw the fusion of his dantian's wisps of qi come to an abrupt end, and sighed, "Sword heart, sword heart!

Thinking about it, a murderous aura flashed, "Murong Fu!"