Ten years in the cold window, only to find out that it is a martial arts

"The young people here are physically strong enough, but it's a pity that their hair is too thick, and they look a little disgusting."

"It's better to be Mr. Murong. Not only is he physically strong, but he also looks handsome."

"Elder Sister, Elder Sister, how can you be so stupid, if you are smart enough, how can there be any little junior brother? Now I want to come to this remote place."

Li Qiushui sighed softly.

Although she only met Li Xianyu once.

But that side made her sure that that handsome young man was far more terrifying than the eldest sister Wu Xingyun... This was the biggest reason why she escaped from Xixia.

Li Qiushui wasn't really afraid if he was only facing Wu Xingyun who was rejuvenated.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed in the Xixia Palace as a queen or empress dowager for decades.

"God... Sister Immortal~."

In an ancient temple, a tall and sturdy young man stared at Li Qiushui, who was dressed in white clothes over the snow and fluttered like a fairy.

"The Heavenly Palace is cold, and the heights are extremely cold."

"Tonight, you are my destined person, my Ai Lang~."

"..."

The soft and melodious voice permeated the entire ancient temple.

Chapter 242 You Can Call Me Menglang

Western Xia, the imperial palace.

Li Liangzuo, the lord of Xixia, who was dealing with government affairs in the imperial study, suddenly heard voice transmissions in his ears.

"Bitch, I didn't expect that, your big sister, I'm still alive."

"Hey, just keep hiding, don't let me find you, big sister..."

"Bitch, didn't you have fun dancing before? Why do you look like a turtle now?"

"Don't you want to learn Changchun Kungfu? Come out and I'll teach you!"

"..."

A steady stream of voices came, mixed with a lot of insults.

"Sound transmission soul search technique!"

Li Liangzuo was startled and angry, and immediately stood up.

He is Li Qiushui's own son, and under Li Qiushui's teaching since he was a child, he has practiced the excellent Xiaoyao School martial arts.

Wu Xingyun's special sound transmission... Li Liangzuo could hear it.

"It's the big enemy of the queen mother."

Li Liangzuo walked to the window with an indifferent expression on his face.

A long time ago, he knew that his mother's queen had an extremely powerful opponent.

"The queen mother is afraid of you, but I am not."

Li Liangzuo snorted coldly.

As the lord of Xixia, he is not only extremely powerful, but also the most powerful man in Xixia.

Around him, there are masters all over.

At the same time, there are many traps in this imperial study.

If someone dared to sneak in rashly, even if he could avoid the guards in the palace and the masters hiding beside him, he would definitely not be able to avoid the many organs in the Imperial Study Room.

at the same time.

Another palace in the Xixia Palace.

"This is...the emperor's great enemy is coming?"

Li Qinglu, the Princess of Yinchuan in the Western Xia Kingdom, frowned her delicate eyebrows.

As Li Qiushui's granddaughter, like Li Liangzuo, she also began to practice the high-quality martial arts of the Xiaoyao School at a very young age.

He has not weak Xiaoyao faction skills, and can hear Wu Xingyun's special sound transmission.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!"

"Do you think you can hide this time?"

"Don't think about it, I will kill you today!"

"..."

Wu Xingyun's special sound transmission gradually became fierce and irritable.

In the sound transmission, the skill contained in it is also increasing sharply.

Li Qinglu is very young, in her second to ninth year, and has not yet married.

Being young usually means mediocre skills... Of course, Li Qinglu's mediocrity is compared with Wu Xingyun.

"Pfft~."

As Wu Xingyun's insults became more ferocious, and the power contained in them also increased significantly, Li Qinglu finally couldn't bear it, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and turned pale.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Li Qinglu's personal maid Xiaolei's expression changed, and she quickly supported Li Qinglu.

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Li Qinglu covered her ears and screamed in horror, her crisp voice was full of panic.

"Your Highness, are you talking about slaves?" Xiaolei hesitated, a little stunned.

For a while, she was the only one talking.

Li Qinglu covered her ears, shaking her head uncontrollably, with an extremely painful expression on her face.

"Not a slave?"

"But no one talks here?"

"Your Highness, what happened to you?"

Xiaolei was both puzzled and worried.

"Close the door quickly, and close the windows." Li Qinglu yelled, breaking free from Chunlei's support, and hurried towards the bed, trying to cover her ears with the quilt.

"oh oh."

Xiaolei hurriedly closed the door and windows of the bedroom.

on the bed.

Li Xianyu sat leisurely, looking at Li Qinglu who was rushing with a smile.

Seeing Li Xianyu, Li Qinglu's face suddenly changed.

"You are..." As soon as he questioned, the insults came from his ears, as if two silver needles were directly inserted into his ears, the pain was unbearable.

Li Xianyu raised his right hand lightly, and Li Qinglu's whole body moved instantly, appearing three feet in front of him.

Li Qinglu was shocked, and immediately realized that the insults in her ears had disappeared.

"It's exactly the same."

Li Xianyu looked Li Qinglu up and down, and couldn't help but marvel.

He found that he still underestimated Li Qiushui's genetic ability.

After Li Qiushui's daughter, Li Qingluo obtained Wu Yazi's lifelong skills, she changed back to her youthful appearance... almost exactly the same as Wang Yuyan.

The Yinchuan Princess Li Qinglu in front of her is Li Qiushui's granddaughter, and she seems to be carved out of the same mold as Wang Yuyan.

More than [-]% to [-]% alike.

It can be said to be exactly the same.

Li Qinglu looked at the strange man in front of her, felt a little uneasy, and took a step back vigilantly.

As a result, as soon as she retreated, she heard insults again that were unbearable for her.

Li Qinglu's face instantly turned pale.

Li Xianyu made another move, and Li Qinglu moved forward out of thin air.

The insults disappeared in an instant.

"you……"

Li Qinglu looked at the man in front of her, her whole heart was trembling with fear and uneasiness.

"I have no malice towards you." Li Xianyu said in a warm voice, "The voice you heard was caused by Child Elder Tianshan, the owner of Lingjiu Palace. She came to seek revenge from Li Qiushui."

"Then who are you?" Li Qinglu asked, she knew that her imperial grandmother had a big enemy, and she roughly heard the origin of the owner from the insult just now.

"Me." Li Xianyu blinked and said, "You can treat meeting me as a dream."

"Dream?" Li Qinglu was taken aback.

"You can call me Menglang~." Li Xianyu said with a smile, with a playful look in his eyes.

"Menglang?"

Li Qinglu blushed pretty, and couldn't help but glance at Li Xianyu angrily.

Before, when she saw Li Xianyu, she didn't care about and pay attention to Li Xianyu's appearance, instead she cared about her fear and fear.

At this moment, after hearing the word 'Meng Lang', he subconsciously observed Li Xianyu's appearance.

Seeing this, my heart was pounding.

nice!

"What's your name?" Li Xianyu asked knowingly.

"My name is Li Qinglu."

Li Qinglu said, her voice lowered involuntarily, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

...

Western Regions, Northern Desert.

White Camel Mountain.

In the many villages built on the oasis of White Camel Mountain, there are gradually more legends about fairies and witches.

When you meet a fairy, you can have a good night with the fairy.

When encountering a witch, she will be sucked out of her yang energy and die.

"What kind of fairy and witch is completely made up."

"I have been chopping firewood and hunting on this mountain since I was eight years old. I have never met a fairy or witch in nearly 20 years."

"A group of idiots would actually believe such a lie..."

A tall young hunter with an ax for chopping wood pinned to his waist and a wooden bow in his hand climbed up a mountain again cursing.

He has been chopping firewood and hunting on this mountain for almost 20 years.

Hearing the new legends in the village, I couldn't help scoffing, thinking that they were all made up by other people.

As the evening approached, the young hunter, who had a good harvest, went down the mountain and passed a stream, his eyes widened.

A graceful woman in white was sitting on a bluestone with bare feet.

The clear stream washes those feet that look like white suet jade.

The young Orion couldn't help swallowing hard.

Fairy!

It must be what everyone calls a fairy.

"I met a fairy?"