Chapter 144: The Religious Shenghui Mountain shows its magical powers, and the Sword God returns to the earth fairyland
Xu Fengnian keeps glancing at the old man in sheepskin fur. At this time, he didn’t take advantage of the shock of everyone to take down the thief’s head Xuanyuan Jingyin, but it was a great opportunity to squander.
Li Chungang rolled his eyes and said, “I feel sorry for that daughter. I don’t understand that you, boy, care so much, why don’t you eat her. For women, this kind of care is the most realistic.”
Xu Fengnian was angry and embarrassed and said, “Don’t talk nonsense, senior, you are taking action!”
The old sword god raised his chin and said angrily, “Wait a little longer, look over there.”
Xu Fengnian looked in the direction and saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng slowly moving forward. She said to Xuanyuan with respect: “My father invited His Highness to Guniu Dagang to see the scenery, and he had already obtained the permission of his ancestors.”
As soon as these words came out, they were talking.
Xuanyuan Frowns, “Don’t mess around.”
Obviously, he regards what his niece says as a false preaching of the imperial edict.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly, “If the uncle doesn’t believe it, you can go to Guniu Dagang in person to ask the ancestors.”
Xuanyuan Jing narrowed his eyes and smiled, “This is not necessary, but the prince’s prince intends to make friends through martial arts, so he will talk about it after the fight.” He turned to the second guest and said, “Brother Hong, you can go out with the juniors in person, so that you can show the sincerity of hospitality in Huishan.”
Hong Fei had a expressionless face and was ready to take action. Xuanyuan Jingyi looked at the niece’s subtle expression from the corner of her eyes. He had no good feelings for Xuanyuan Qingfeng. As a woman, he wanted to seize power from his uncle. It was really because he was more proud than the sky and his life was thinner than paper! Xuanyuan Jingyi waited for her to speak and concluded that Yuan Tingshan, who had already exhaled more than inhaled, had been regarded as an abandoned son by his niece, and turned to the prince of Beiliang, hoping to use external forces to compete with the Guniu Dagang Mansion where his ancestors were. But this infamous prince has the ability to challenge his ancestors, but Xuanyuan Jing understands his niece’s mood. After all, once he enters Guniu Dagang and comes out, it will be two worlds for any woman.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was so excited that he was determined to give up, so he naturally didn’t care about Xuanyuan Jing’s guesses that he made mistakes again and again.
In the backyard of the long house, the cold-faced young woman quietly looked at the wine stove with a heightened temperature.
The wine is named Angelica, which is mixed with tea leaves before the rain in Huishan old tea and osmanthus picked every Mid-Autumn Festival. The wine is golden, transparent and slightly green in color. The wine has both tea and cinnamon fragrance. It is slightly bitter in the mouth. If you taste it carefully, it is sweet and long-lasting, and the aftertaste is endless. This wine is consistent with the meaning of bitterness and sweetness, but it is not popular on Huishan.
Huishan is also known as Yaozhao Mountain. The ancient book “Shan Hai Jing” records that there are many osmanthus trees in the mountains of Xiongshan. However, after the Xuanyuan family occupied this blessing land of the cave, they enjoyed the blessings of the pure and prosperous world for hundreds of years. It is probably because the blessings are not long, and their luck gradually decreases, and they are old.The osmanthus trees all died one by one. Last year, even the two thousand-year-old osmanthus, whose life was longer than the 1,600-year-old Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain, had the only remaining osmanthus tree named Tang Gui withered. Therefore, this Angelica osmanthus wine, except for the few jars of wine brewed by picking the osmanthus last year, finally became a terrifying sound.
Everyone in Huishan knows that the eldest son Xuanyuan Jingcheng is a ridiculous man, and he likes to drink angelica with sages. The older generation remembers that every year, Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s birthday, this scholar who once wanted to go down the mountain to get fame and fortune and never want to practice martial arts would take his young daughter to Tang Gui to carve his height. However, after the age of fifteen, the precocious and worldly Xuanyuan Qingfeng regarded this as a shame and did not want to do it anymore, and he went further and further with his father. In recent years, only a handful of guests such as Huang Fangfo who had talked to the scholar had a good taste and drank a pot of amber-colored osmanthus bitter wine. Xuanyuan Jingcheng likes the bitter taste when drinking, and lives up to the impression of strange people.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng brews three jars of angelica wine every year, and both jars are sent to the courtyard, and only one jar is left.
So he never drank enough wine, but he never drank it here, allowing the two jars of wine to be idle every year. Year after year, the more jars there are, the more mellow the wine smell becomes.
She finally opened a jar of wine and brought a set of wine utensils that had been covered with dust for many years. The wine utensils were made by the man.
Anyway, apart from practicing martial arts, the man seems to have nothing to do with.
Sitting alone, she served a glass of wine and placed it on the table, as if she was hesitant about whether to drink or not. She began to annoy herself for no reason and reached out to slap off the wine glass.
After a while, she got up to get the wine glass back, and found that there were two lines of small characters engraved at the bottom of the glass, with clear and elegant handwriting.
“Life is nothing to worry about, but good people are better off.”
The snowy floor is heavy, the dark clouds are pressing on the top, and the storm is about to come.
Want to shake Kunlun
After Xuanyuan Dapan heard the words of his grandson Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he raised his head and laughed boldly, not minding that he was about to fight the enemy.
This is not Xuanyuan Dapan’s conceit. He counted the opponent that the old man with a squad had once called, and challenged the family ancestor when he was in the crown, so that he could not be seriously injured. He fought against the Gun Immortal King Xiu at the age of 30, and was slightly inferior to that; at the age of 40, he entered the Wu family’s sword tomb alone, forcing that generation of sword tomb to use flying sword skills, and was still honored even if he was defeated; in the battle of the sword tomb, he realized the sword for ten years, and was confident that sword skills could be comparable to that of the sword god Li Chungang, who was the top of the martial arts world, fought again with the Wu family’s sword tomb and lost again; then he practiced sword skills, fought with the young Gu Jiantang, and lost again. Not to mention that Xuanyuan Dapan also competed with the immortal Qi Xuanzhen during this period. It was natural to lose. But if his cultivation was mediocre and had been on the Demon-Slaying Platform for the rest of his life, how could Qi Xuanzhen, who had been competing with others, would have taken action?
Xuanyuan Dapan seemed to compete with others, and lost every time, so he was ridiculed as Xuanyuan’s invincible. However, not to mention the only Qi Xuanzhen who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lu Zu in five hundred years, and Li Chungang, who was invincible in the world at that time, was the most inconspicuous Gu Jiantang at that time, and now he is also a saint with extraordinary sword skills.He claims to be second, but no one dares to be first. In this way, several people dare to underestimate the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family. People like to blindly derogate from the past and the present. Xuanyuan Dapan lived for nearly a hundred years. Unlike Li Chungang, who was in a state of decline, he was in a slump. Generally speaking, he has been rising steadily. People predict that the celestial realm had arrived as early as the year of Xuanyuan Dapan’s sword court. Over the years, I have devoted myself to dual cultivation and have been committed to melting the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism into one furnace. With Xuanyuan Dapan’s old age, it may not be hopeless that the realm of immortals on land may be in a state of gods and immortals. Longhu Mountain has no such realm after ascending to the immortal world in Qi Xuan Fen. Once the hatred of Xuanyuan Dapan achieved great immortality, it will be returned to the Taoist ancestral court. Even if Gu Jiantang’s sword skills are superb, how could he be the opponent of a land god?
People with good eyes and ears have malicious speculations about Li Chungang’s climbing, one-armed old man wanted to establish his authority with Xuanyuan Dapan, and most of them are not optimistic about the old sword god who has fallen sharply in the realm. The good people in the world gave a bet specifically for this, betting on the victory or defeat of Li Chungang and all first-rate masters. The odds are extremely high without exception, which shows how hopeless Li Chungang is. As for the odds with Wang Xianzhi and the new sword god Deng Taia, it is probably the point where Li Chungang bets 5,000 taels can make the dealer lose everything if he wins.
The world is forgetful and affectionate, just like the literati who are despised each other, which has always been the case since ancient times.
Xuanyuan Dapan’s ten-year retreat has obviously increased, and his temples have changed from frosty white to blue and black are a clear proof. He has returned to nature and is a mysterious sign of realizing the real person of immortality. When Qi Xuanjian was killing demons in Longhu Mountain, he was a handsome man in his seventies.
Xuanyuan Dapan was not in a hurry to take action. After waiting for twenty years, he finally waited for this day. Often, as he got older, his patience became better and better. Xuanyuan Dapan looked at the eldest grandson who made a gesture in the distance without any emotion, without any emotion in his eyes. For him, blood relationships can be important or light, obedient and well-behaved and hope to become a leader, so he will cultivate them. If he is a waste with mediocre roots and bones, he will give up his parents and children, and he will not be as good as he wants. Xuanyuan Dapan was never the kind of kind elder who likes to play with his grandchildren’s family joy. Compared to his own immortality, it is not worth mentioning. The eldest grandson in front of him who once gave him high hopes, he made an exception and gave him another chance. The first time was when Xuanyuan Jingcheng came to life, he asked him if he was willing to practice martial arts. Unfortunately, this stubborn child insisted on learning how to learn Zhangcheng Xunping governs the country and pacify the world. This is fine. Xuanyuan Dapan was really amazed by his grandson’s talent. Even if he was an uncarved piece of uncensored jade all his life, it would be better to put it at home to cover the dust. Later, Xuanyuan Jingcheng met the woman in trouble and went back to the mountain to beg for the family to rescue her. Xuanyuan Dapan gave him another chance, but this grandson, who wasted his talent, refused again. Xuanyuan Dapan was furious and no longer regarded him as his eldest grandson, but instead cultivated Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who was less talented but more ambitious. Later, the woman took the initiative to ask for dual practice of the art of room. Xuanyuan Dapan just followed the flow. Since he decided to abandon Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a young granddaughter-in-law with a rich and charming grandson, he ate it after eating. The woman who is suitable for making a cauldron is the better.
Xuanyuan Dapan looked at the tornado that was attracted by Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s abundant aura. The tornado is in the shape of a huge funnel, and the wind roots rotate violently on the heavy snow floor, as if they reach the heavenly court, constantly tearing off the black clouds in the sky, becoming more and more intense.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng poked out one hand and drew an arc, slowly lifted it up with the other hand, and said softly: “Rise again.”
Another big tornado appeared out of thin air on the left side of the Daxueping.
The weather of heaven and earth swirls around the dragon axis and endless flying sand and stones.