Bancheng Fengyue

The Qingdi Palace in late autumn is full of brilliant shades of gold, and the monstrous dark green that used to be crazy and arrogant in spring and summer has turned into extremely colorful colors.

There are countless fallen leaves on the steps. Because it rains a lot here in Taishan Mountain, it is very humid. You can't hear the crisp crackling sound when you step on the soft boots, but it is soft, like walking on a cloud blanket.

Walking all the way to the side of the Baishi Bridge, the thick and thick green bamboos are still green, and the cold water drops fall down, making a rustling sound.

The priest leading the way always seemed to have an ambiguous smile on his face, bowed and said: "Princess Xuanyi, the **** is not awake yet, I'm afraid I'm going to neglect the distinguished guest, please forgive me."

Speaking of which, the priests of the Huaxu Clan are really brave. Emperor Qing is not at home, and the emperor is asleep. They dare to let her in like this. Aren't they afraid that she has ulterior motives?

Seeing the subtle expression on Xuan Yi's face, the leading priest who has been a priest for many years and is very good at observing words and expressions smiled and said: "Princess Xuan Yi is naturally not a foreigner, please go ahead."

Why is she not a foreigner? Xuan Yi was a little confused, broke through the cloud realm, and walked into the courtyard that only belonged to Fu Cang for the second time.

Everything is still the same, the clean and refreshing wind, the long nanmu corridor, the leaves of the towering trees turn golden in response to the weather, the ground is covered with a layer of fallen leaves, it is obvious that Fucang does not let the servants of the gods come in, The fallen leaves are left unattended to be cleaned by servants.

Xuan Yi tried his best to keep his footsteps as light as possible, just like the first time he came here, he was a little sneaky, pushed open the third wooden door, and looked inside carefully—this place has not changed much, the floor is full of futons, just a few more bookshelves, put it It was full of books, and there was a row specially vacant on the top to pile up the little snowy things she made for him when he was in the lower realm.

Probably because of being rubbed frequently, Bai Xuechunjun was a little blunt.

Xuan Yi took those small Baixue gadgets and looked at them one by one, then turned his head and looked at the writing desk on the east side. The papers were neatly placed in a pile, pressed with a bronze paperweight, and there were various brushes hanging on the shelf. She took the paperweight away, and looked at the ink-stained white papers one by one, and suddenly found a few, all of which were written with the word "dragon", and she couldn't help staring at them for a long time.

The clean wind blew the green gauze outside the bedroom, Xuan Yi stepped in step by step with the softest footsteps, lifted the green gauze, and continued to look inside. Fucang's Chun Jun sword was placed horizontally on the wooden frame to the south On the bed, a gauze tent in the corner covered a bed, the curtain was not closed, and the corner of the black robe fell under the bed, Fu Cang was lying on his side peacefully, with a long jet black hair spread on the pillow, sleeping soundly.

She pulled a futon and sat on the edge of the bed, laying down in front of him and staring at his face, her eyelids did not move, her lips did not move, let alone talking in sleep, she was not the same as that mortal prince in the lower realm.

She's here, are you still awake?

She raised her hand and shook it in front of Fu Cang, but he didn't respond at all.

Xuan Yi lowered his head, and blew lightly towards his face, but there was still no response.

She climbed onto the bed, the sand from the soles of her shoes scattered his quilt, and the black robe on his body was crumbling, revealing half of the wound on his back, she pulled the length of the robe under it gently, and carefully inspected the wound , confirming that the foul air will be exhausted soon, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still sleeping, he was still sleeping, he didn't move, his breath was deep and long, it really didn't give her face.

Xuan Yi lay behind him, brushed his fingers lightly on his tight and strong back, and called him in a low voice: "Senior Brother Fu Cang."

no sound.

She leaned her head up in frustration.

The sun was gradually slanting to the west, and the only quiet thing in this courtyard was the sound of wind blowing on the trees outside, like light rain. Amidst the sound of light rain that made her feel comfortable, Xuan Yi slowly fell asleep.

She stayed in this courtyard for two days. Fucang changed his position and continued to lie on his side halfway, but he was lethargic from beginning to end. Does he need to sleep for so long when his powers are exhausted?

Xuan Yi leaned her head against the bed, and filled the little things in her hands with Baixue. They may have been touched every day in these years, and they were smooth. She refilled the shape delicately.

Just as he was straightening the veins on the petals of the whirling peony, he suddenly felt a gold seal on his right wrist jumping nonstop—Qingyan was calling her. He seldom used this method to urge her.

Xuan Yi carefully put the filled Baixue gadget back on the bookshelf, took out a blank piece of paper, wrote a line of words flamboyantly, turned his head and glanced at the bedroom, and then reluctantly left.

*

Hastily rushed back to the palace of the generals in the Dingmao Department of the Lower Realm, and Fang fell into the Qingguang formation. He saw Qingyan waiting gloomily against the wall with his arms folded. Seeing Xuanyi coming, he was suddenly relieved. He hugged her before and said in a low voice, "...Fortunately, you are fine."

Xuan Yi was a little stunned: "What's wrong?"

Qingyan frowned and took a deep breath: "Yesterday, the general of the Yihai Department came to me and said that my father suddenly disappeared. I immediately thought of you... You came back from the upper realm? Is he in Zhongshan?"

Emperor Zhongshan disappeared? Xuan Yi shook his head: "He is not in Zhongshan, and there is no record of his coming and going in Nantianmen."

Qing Yan sighed: "Don't let Qi Nan know about this, or he will go crazy. I'm afraid this guy will... let's ignore it for now, and wait."

In fact, she also felt that Emperor Zhongshan would revert to his old ways. I don't know which beautiful goddess he fell in love with. It is more likely that he will start to "be in love and stop being polite".

Because the younger sister is fine, Qingyan no longer worried. He has been disheartened by Emperor Zhongshan these years, not to mention that there are not many people in the world who can hurt Zhuyin, he is still an emperor, if something happens, he will inevitably collapse The ground cracked, since there was no movement, it is most likely an old problem.

Seeing Xuan Yi's brows frown into knots, Qing Yan rubbed them away for her with a smile: "Why worry about him, let's go and go back to the house. You've been in the upper realm for these days, and Fu Cang hasn't woken up yet?"

Why send Fu Luo back to see Gu Ting, he doesn't know her yet? Make a bunch of excuses, just want to go back to see Fu Cang.

Xuan Yi pretended to be indifferent and turned his face away: "Sleeping like a pig."

Qingyan thought for a while: "His last move was to turn sword energy into a god. According to his age and cultivation level, it should be no problem for Hua Xu's swordsmanship to turn sword energy into dragon and sword energy into tide. Jin, maybe this deep sleep also means a breakthrough in the way of the sword, so it is normal to sleep for a long time."

Xuan Yi smiled and shaved his face: "Old-fashioned, he is older than you."

Qing Yan was a little joking: "Even if you are older than me, you will still be my brother-in-law in the future, and call me big brother."

Brother-in-law? He really thought too much, if nothing else, the old man Qingdi must be the first to disagree.

Xuan Yi didn't want to talk to him about this, so he simply talked about Fu Luo and Gu Ting's matter, just halfway through, he heard a loud "boom" outside the house, the whole ground trembled, and the generals in the palace were shocked. They seem to have been used to this kind of situation for a long time, and they came out of the house in an orderly manner.

But I saw a blood-red order talisman floating on the Qingguang formation, which was a quick summoning order from the Yi Guiwei Department 30,000 miles to the northeast. Prince Changqin was about to sleep, and walked quickly to take off the command talisman in disheveled clothes. It quickly turned to ashes when it touched his hands, and his complexion became very ugly: "Yi Guiwei bumped into Hu Shen and Shang Mao. Majesty, the tokens have been sent to all war departments."

Two Maharajas! Is this gang of demons about to turn the sky upside down? !

The generals of the Dingmao tribe quickly put on their cloaks, Qingyan wanted to ask Xuan Yi to stay, but after thinking about it, these words were probably nonsense to her, so he said: "Come along, the two lords are very important. Just protect yourself."

Shang Mao is the best at demonizing thunder and lightning, and Hu Shen is the best at calling for wind, rain, and floods. This must be a hard battle. If there are other great monarchs who are ready to move, I don’t know how many years they will fight. Emperor Zhongshan doesn’t know at this juncture. Where to go, the situation is very serious.

The warriors turned into groups of violent winds, and rushed thirty thousand miles to the northeast, but in the vast night, there were auspicious lights shining in all directions, and all the war headquarters were dispatched.

When it was dawn, Xuan Yi suddenly felt that there were monster clouds in the distance, and the deafening sound of thunder made her chest tremble, and the black waves swept across the sky, and the water was already tens of thousands of meters away, so she rushed to the place first. All the generals are fighting with Lord Shangmao, whose head looks like a strange rabbit, but whose body is like a tiger. The ugly Xuanyi can't bear to look at it any longer. At a glance, she saw other warlords in the distance fighting with the demon warriors in a mess. She spewed out in one breath, and the sky was frozen in an instant. The huge ice dragon rolled up hundreds of demons and kept smashing them into pieces .

The snow-white Maharaja Hu Shen stood on the top of the monster water, and those black and monstrous waves piled up layer by layer, and he grabbed several **** like cotton with his hands, and smashed them down on the gods, and the monster water turned into A puddle of extremely smelly pond, if you accidentally touch a drop, it will corrode the flesh and cause unbearable pain.

The prince plucked the fifty-stringed zither, ordering in a stern orderly voice: "Part A will deal with Hu Shen's generals! Part B will assist Emperor Gou Chen to deal with Lord Shang Mao!"

As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly felt that the ground began to rise rapidly, and the black waves were included by incomparably deep ravines to prevent them from surging, and Emperor Bai Ze's childish but steady voice resounded throughout the world: "This seat has taken Xi Yang, you don’t need to be alarmed.”

Emperor Bai Ze has arrived! Immediately the gods were full of energy. Emperor Bai Ze took out a glazed paperweight from his bosom, tossed it lightly for him, and it fell in front of Hu Shen's eyes. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but who knew it was all broken into powder, and fell into his eyes. Screaming again and again, rolling around in the demon water, all the warriors rushed up, wishing they could beat him into a ball of rags.

The monstrous waves that gave them a headache before were also restrained by Xi Yang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It rose by one foot, and Xi Yang rose by ten feet. Without the flood of floods, the demon thunder and lightning of Lord Shangmao Immediately, the power of the prince's qin was greatly reduced, and the crown prince's qin vibrated with divine power, and several strings were shot out suddenly, wrapping around Shang Mao's neck.

It was an earth-shattering chaotic battle, and I don't know if these mortals in the lower realm were scared to death.

While Xuanyi blew snow to freeze the demon warriors, he looked around, looking for Qingyan, why didn't she see his blizzard?

A faint blue flame suddenly brushed her shoulder and shot across like a meteor, piercing the eyebrows of one demon warrior, the poor demon screamed heart-piercingly, Xuan Yi hurriedly covered his ears.

A friendly hand patted her on the shoulder lightly, and Shaoyi's voice was strangely clear amidst the noise: "Little Niqiu, why are you here?"

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