Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 146 145. Red-blooded white crane clothes, hidden deep in the west of Jinghu Lake (third more)

Although the East China Sea has not been eliminated, when the coup of the Haijiao clan is completely completed, it will be the end of the flood.

Bo Qi promised the mysterious Mr. Feng's great reputation, and he would naturally continue to put pressure on him.

As for Xia Ji, he and Zhao Xuan said "no fame or fortune" was not true or false.

Because he would not be intoxicated by this so-called fame and fortune, so he didn't intend.

But he needs these fame and fortune to lay the foundation for his path to emperor and future, so he cares.

Some people enjoy fame and fortune and rush to them.

Some people use fame and wealth as hypocrisy and avoid it like a tiger.

Xia Ji used this as a pawn, not evasive.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and people want to live, only to be self-improving.

Good and evil, life and death, victory or defeat, which one comes first?

Since there is victory and defeat, then life and death, and life and death, there is good and evil, history books have always been like this.

Victory or defeat in the game,

Since five hundred years is a catastrophe,

So, naturally 500 years is one game.

Xia Ji took the children, An Xun, and Banlong back to the Manor in the Lake.

The West Court was allocated to everyone.

Fortunately, this manor was huge, and the special manor arranged by the Su family could accommodate an army of nearly 10,000 people.

Xia Ji looked at the children,

I searched for a purple exercise method for them to practice,

As for skills, he merged thousands of skills into a flying knife, and has exhausted many skills. It is better to create one himself instead of looking for skills.

So he spent more than half a day, and then used the original "Northland Knife King" as the main body of the Wusheng knife, integrating many moves into one, and created the "new version of the Wusheng knife ten styles", so that children can work harder. Plus practice.

The boy who was possessed by the half-dragon was named Han Lang. Xia Ji didn’t plan to let him do anything special. Now that he pretends to be a boy, let’s keep on pretending to be a boy, and if he sits in this manor on the lake, it’s considered a There is a second layer of protection outside the formation.

Han Lang is very withdrawn,

Not at all with other children,

He was considered a weirdo.

However, Han Lang didn't care at all. He was a half-dragon who had been enshrined by incense for thousands of years, and he could sit unshakably like a bodhisattva for a hundred years.

After the initial depression, Half Dragon has accepted the reality. What's more, Mr. Feng is so powerful and so mysterious that he hides the trump cards of the eleventh realm. He is not unfairly defeated.

The fame of King Shenwu and the details of the only battle on Fuyu Mountain have not been passed on here, otherwise, Banlong will instantly understand that this person is King Shenwu, and will be even more emotional at that time.

At the same time, Han Lang had a little more expectation in his heart. He had heard that in every catastrophe, there would always be a few people at the core of the situation, and the most core would be judged as the master of the catastrophe.

The Lord of Tribulation is the "bell-relieving person" of a great calamity, and the person who has gained the most in a great disaster.

Although Banlong didn’t think that Mr. Feng would be the master of the robbery, he lived with him to the end of the robbery, but there was no hopelessness. Although he was completely enslaved, he was actually completely bound to a chariot. .

Han Lang lived here peacefully.

At first, some children called him to practice martial arts together, but no one called him anymore.

Han Lang was also happy and quiet, often sitting quietly to the bottom of the lake to breathe.

From time to time to devour some passing fish and shrimp,

Such a day is considered freedom for an old monster who has been bound for a thousand years.

But the killing is here, everything in it may die, and all may rise. Han Lang looked at the deep water wave in front of him, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Wind north and south, what are you going to do?

Xia Ji was waiting.

In the past six months, he has grown rapidly, whether it is strength, spirit, or self.

From the beginning, a strange-numbered **** trapped like a beast, now, a chess player who wants to play a game of 500 years.

From the beginning, a clumsy method that was unable to control the situation, to today's majestic method.

He has grown a lot.

In the past, he hated, but now, he still hates, in the future, perhaps will continue to hate, if the family can not be destroyed, this hate will last forever.

While he was waiting, he was sitting by the lake, rubbing and making rosary beads, listening to Hu Xianer reporting the situation of the imperial capital in the far north and Xiao Su's safety.

The children will unify the difficulties of practice and wait for him to answer together in twilight.

From time to time, An Xun would come to ask Fulu's questions. She had already swallowed three blood pill, but now she didn't dare to use force, otherwise her muscles would explode instantly.

She no longer regarded this young man as a peer, but as an old monster who grew up against it, she had no more feelings of man and woman, but a true feeling of master and apprentice.

Willow green by the lake,

Bonus in the pool,

The lotus root wind is blowing,

Birds sing.

An Xun once again grabbed the notes and ran to the lake. She was as energetic as she was today, so she walked with wind.

She wanted to rush up to ask questions, but suddenly stopped.

Although the figure of the person sitting by the lake was awkward, it gave people a sense of inexplicable loneliness.

An Xun couldn't help thinking, "If the master is an old monster, then where is the teacher? The one who can match the master must also be a real fairy?"

After all, the woman is very gossip. After asking Fulu-related questions, she asked, "Master, who are you waiting for?"

"I didn't wait for anyone."

"Then you alone, have you always lived here in the past?"

Xia Ji didn't answer her.

But there was a strange loneliness in my heart.

He also has seven emotions and six desires.

But this is startling every step of the way. Five hundred years is a small game, six thousand years is a big game, and the future of the twelve kills is uncertain. Who can accompany him?

Who can keep up with him?

If you can't keep up with him, you will eventually go further and further, and you will become two worlds. The chicken and the duck can't communicate with each other at all, and if the two sides can't even look at each other, what feelings will they talk about?

An Xun stuck his tongue out and went down carefully. Standing in the distance, he watched for a while. After all, he felt sorry for Master. When he had dinner, he saw that Master had not come, so he took a lot of food and brought a plate of fine wine to him. .

Xia Ji was just thinking about the problem. He glanced at the wine and food, and said strangely: "Are you afraid I didn't have dinner?"

An Xun hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I'm afraid that Master will not eat on time. Although Master is an immortal, he still needs to be regular."

Xia Ji was a little bit dumbfounded. He looked at the disciple who had accepted Su Yueqing's will and said, "I'm fine, I don't have to give it away next time."

An Xun: "Oh, then your elderly should take care."

Xia Ji was taken aback, guessing that she probably considered herself an old monster, and didn't say much, just nodded, "I see."

After An Xun left, a tall boy appeared in the darkness. Han Lang slowly walked behind Xia Ji and said softly, "These are actually cumbersome."

Xia Ji glanced at him and didn't answer the question. Instead, he said, "You really have nothing to do. Check if this manor has any defensive flaws or traps that are not good for us.

If you know how to make a device, you can start doing it. At the beginning of the five hundred years, now is the time of initial accumulation, and you will really fight in the future. You don't have the time now. "

Han Lang did not answer, and turned to hide into the darkness.

In the night, ripples swayed in the center of the lake.

A small boat carried ten people to the front of the guardian formation.

These ten people were all dressed in the service of the children of the Su family. Xia Ji knew at a glance that these people were clearly "sent by the Su family to help him" and secretly "Su Yueqing, or An Rongrong sent to let him kill." .

Xia Ji opened the big formation and let the boat in.

When the ten people saw Xia Ji, they respectfully said, "I have seen Mr. Feng."

Soon the ten people began to take out the tokens of the Su family and introduce themselves.

When it was over, the atmosphere was slightly relaxed. Someone looked far away and saw that many children still had An Xun, and could not help showing some surprises.

The dignified emperor bought these goods to play with?

Therefore, someone said: "When the family door is opened, I would like to present ten beauties to the Emperor Shi Manor. These ten beauties will ensure that all of them will have a wonderful identity in the world."

Someone said: "I would like to present a pair of guard dogs to the emperor."

Another person said: "I would like to build ten five-tooth ships for the emperor, and they will lie on this lake."

There is also humanity: "I would like to help the emperor to clear the waterway and dig a canal. The emperor can go wherever he wants to go by boat, and the world is happy."

Xia Ji listened for a while, his gaze cast aside these ten people, and settled on them again.

Those seven people are the confidants of the original princess.

And one of them suddenly met Xia Ji's eyes.

Xia Ji beckoned: "You follow me."

"Yes, Mr. Wind."

This disciple named Su Xiong followed Xia Ji as he walked far along the lake, while An Xun took them into the wing room.

Xia Ji said, "What can I say?"

Su Xiong lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Feng, the Bingdi has always admired the talents of Mr. Bing. Before that, the emperor supported him and was hostile to him because he believed in Su Yi wrongly. That is the trend of the camp and the situation. But the emperor himself and his husband. There is no hatred at all, but every time you mention your husband, you are full of praise."

Xia Ji said calmly: "Continue."

Su Xiong touched his face and changed to another man's appearance, and then said: "Mr. Feng, I am not the real Su Xiong. The real Su Xiong has explained many things to the emperor."

"what's up?"

The fake Su Xiong whispered: "Today's eldest princess is fake."

Xia Ji remained calm, "What about it?"

The fake Su Xiong hesitated for a while, and then said: "It should be imprisoned, or dead."

As soon as Xia Ji's thoughts turned, he suddenly had a simple guess:

The eldest princess arranged two groups of people to go out,

Bingdi cut the final list, and then noticed that the people among them were strange.

The seven people were dispatched at the same time, and they were not confirmed by the eldest princess. Naturally, they felt strange because of suspicion. But this is also under consideration by the princess, because these seven people are temporarily added, even if they have doubts, they do not have enough time to confirm that the family order cannot be violated.

But Bingdi was keenly aware of this anomaly, so he caught a person with poor defense in his center overnight and made a breakthrough, slowly seducing all the words.

As soon as Killing Tribulation started, both the Ice Emperor and the Elder Princess were digesting the profound power initiation given by the family and were unable to do other things.

Therefore, the Bingdi dispatched one of his subordinates to replace Su Xiong, and went out to recruit himself, and at the same time, he was ready to attack him immediately after the initiation was over.

But even Su Xiong didn't know what happened to the real princess, so the fake Su Xiong in front of him would give himself an answer uncertainly.

The fake Su Xiong continued: "Mr. Feng, a great talent, is the pillar of my Su family's generation. Even if the eldest princess is kind to you, it is to compete with the emperor for power.

If she is the real eldest princess, the emperor will not let me to persuade you, but now, since she is a fake, she is not worthy of Mr. Feng's allegiance. "

Xia Ji was silent, and his eyes showed a look of "I learned the information, but was skeptical and cautious".

Fake Su Xiong looked at his expression and continued: "Emperor said that the reason she added these seven people out was because she wanted to use the hands of Mr. Feng to eradicate her troubles. Mr. Feng must not be taken in by her. ."

Xia Ji pretended to nodded solemnly, but then suddenly said, "But I won't believe your one-sided words. When I return to Su's house, this matter will naturally be found out!"

The fake Su Xiong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that everything was as the emperor inferred. The wind was hidden from the north and south, but it was actually normal. If the eldest princess was a fake, then which Su family would go crazy with her?

Feng Nan Bei is certainly a member of the Long Princess camp, but first of all, he is the Su family.

"Mr. Feng, my name is Su Ze, but I will still be called Su Xiong from now on." After speaking, the fake Su Xiong wiped his face again, and his face turned into Su Xiong's look again.

Xia Ji said: "You go to rest first."

"Yes, Mr. Wind."

Su Ze stepped back respectfully.

Xia Ji looked at the moonlight of a lake and let out a sigh of relief.

An Rongrong, ask for your blessing.

When he thinks of An Rongrong, he thinks of a cat, and of the provocation she used to buckle in his arms, but both he and An Rongrong need to be alone, otherwise they can't be shocked at this step. Stay alive.

He will do his thing well, but if An Rongrong can't make it, then she is just a special passerby.

This journey has no end. This chess game spans thousands of years or even longer.

Xia Ji retracted his mind.

His original plan was to kill those seven people. Now he has a little bit of fine-tuning, but it won't change much.

"There are immortals in the south of the Yangtze River.

The wind flattened the tsunami and waved a group of monsters.

Ten steps to Tu Yi Jiao, red blood white crane clothes.

The dust is gone, hidden deep in the west of Jinghu Lake. "

On the high platform, a talented man in white clothes raised his pen at the highest point of Baiyun Tower, and shook his pen and dropped a poem, which evoked an applause.

The talented man threw a pen and drank: "In these few days, I have been walking around the beach and I can hear the name of this fairy everywhere. I really yearn for a long time, and I just want to be able to see it. Only after I inquired this way, I realized that the fairy is actually Living on the west side of Jinghu Lake, I went to visit, but I couldn't get in. It's a pity that my luck is shallow."

This topic immediately resonated with many people.

Another man in Chinese clothes said: "I heard that the immortal saved people's lives with water of water. I don't know how many people have been saved along the way. Many fishing villages and even small towns have established his longevity temple."

"What's this, you didn't see the immortal gulp of heaven and earth, turning into a violent wind, and then stepping into the sea with a long knife, slaying evildoers like slaughtering chickens, sprinkling out a handful of paper men, and powerful soldiers pressing Sea monster."

Everyone talked a lot, discussing these mysterious immortals who have gained a lot of fame in recent days.

Upstairs in Baiyun, a burly man was listening quietly, then stood up in silence, and went directly to the City Lord's Mansion in the Giant Industry City.

He is one of the many spies of Lei Lu, the lord of the giant industry.

Not long after, he knelt in front of a man with extraordinary appearance, "Thanks to the lord, today according to Shifang Li Caizi, that fairy lives in the west of Jinghu Lake."

"Li Caizi? That Li Qinglian looking for immortals?"

"Exactly."

Lei Lu paced and pondered: "Although he is addicted to alcohol, he is absolutely credible in seeking immortals and poetry, and there is indeed an expert living in the west of Jinghu Lake. I will visit him personally."

"The Lord's Day Controls All Opportunities"

"It's okay, if these characters let others go, they are really negligent."

(End of this chapter)