If you mess with the devil, it's over!

Sheng Shen Palace, some time ago.

In a simple inner hall, a seemingly inconspicuous stone door suddenly opened, and an old lady in golden robes, with a weathered face and white hair, who looked like she was already over sixty years old, opened her eyes, her face full of wrinkles. Judging from its outline, it looks somewhat similar to She Yin and She Ruan's mother and daughter.

At this time, her old face was very gloomy, and the ancient aura from her body seemed to be leaking out uncontrollably, blowing the surrounding candlelight to the point of falling, and the four teacups in the hall suddenly shattered, and finally dissolved. For the powder.

"Uh." The old woman snorted lightly, suppressed the anger in her heart, and finally slowly closed her eyes, and the stone door slowly closed again.

This person is none other than the previous generation palace master of Sheng Shen Palace, She Yin’s mother and She Ruan’s grandmother, She Qiuhong.

"Let the Great Elder take charge temporarily. Don't act rashly until the old woman comes out of seclusion."

The old man spoke, seemingly just opening his mouth slightly, his voice was extremely low, but it was accurately transmitted to the ears of every elder in Shengzhuan Palace. His tone was extremely majestic and could not be disobeyed.

"I will obey the old palace master's wishes."

"I will obey the old palace master's wishes."

In the main hall of Shengzhu Palace, several elders were talking about something. The expressions on each person's face were different, some were solemn, but more of the atmosphere.

When they heard this majestic voice ringing in their ears, several elders quickly stood up and bowed in a certain direction.

"Sister, old palace master..." An old woman in a green robe looked at a woman in a blue robe in front of her and hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, during the period when the old palace master is in seclusion, Sheng Shen Palace will not fail without us." The old man in blue robe said calmly, but his eyes were looking somewhere but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

The old palace master is in retreat. If she can't make progress this time, she will run out of energy. She is worried that now that the palace master and the young master have encountered unexpected events, she is afraid that it will affect the old palace master's mentality.

Logically speaking, the old palace master should have a very long life when he reaches this state, but the others don't know, and they don't know that many years ago, the old palace master burned down in the battle with the great demon Feng Wuqing. Shouyuan has always been supported by the huge treasures of heaven and earth to strengthen his body and replenish his energy and blood until now. If he cannot take that step this time, I am afraid that the ancient wilderness will no longer have the prestige of Shengshen Palace.

People on the Sheng Shen Palace side were in panic, and Fu Ku was not much better. Everyone was filled with anger. Although the fall of the second elder was not a big fight, it was still crippling. The fall of a high-end combat force meant that The force of Zhufu Ku is already weaker than the three major forces of Baichao, Dangdaozhong, and Manggu.

The balance is broken, which is considered chronic destruction for them.

But now the whole finger is pointed at the Tianting Sect. Who is the Tianting Sect? The ancient wilderness covers the sky with one hand. What can they do? They don’t even dare to come to ask for an explanation. There is no movement even if they don’t see Sheng Shen Palace. They take this as nothing. I'm afraid that the word "Fu Ku" will be eliminated from the entire ancient wasteland overnight.

However, the appearance of one person broke the deadlock and turned the spearhead. She was the granddaughter of the second elder, Ke Hai, Ke Fu Liu.

No one expected that even the second elder had died, and none of the other disciples who had left her power had come back. However, this Chi Fuliu survived.

...........

On the Chipeng chariot, fine snow was still falling in the dark night, while in the room in the backyard, a melodious sound of the piano filled the whole room, and under the candlelight, a beautiful red shadow was dancing.

The young man fiddled with the strings with a pair of slender hands, and sweet sounds of the piano came out from it. The lotus steps touched the ground lightly, and the figure was light and graceful. A little white lotus stepped on the frost and snow, just like the white clouds in the clouds showing a dream. The lotus-root arms were lifted lightly, and the red clothes Swinging like a full moon shining on a peach blossom.

A long sword quietly appeared in his hand and was danced softly and hardly. With one light step, the guqin rose into the air. A bit of cold air turned into silk threads. His fingertips moved slightly, and the sound of the piano was sometimes low and sometimes high.

"My dear wife, my eyes can't move." The young man winked seductively, as if to express his love. He waved his bare hands lightly, and the long sword flew in the air, with a bit of cold light and a bit of softness, like frost and plum blossoms, and even more peach.

Qi Lan looked at the boy's gentle sword dance with a gentle smile on her face. Every time her white jade feet were as light as goose feathers, they seemed to be tugging at her heartstrings. Her eyes said they were gentle and appreciative, but more importantly Much hotter.

"Why haven't I seen this dancing wife before? What's her name?" Qi Lan smiled, picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it down. He always felt that this spiritual wine stimulated his blood more than ever.

"Guess." The young man raised his eyes flirtatiously, with a playful side to his unparalleled charm.

The slender jade hand hangs down, the long sword touches the ground, the graceful figure is like the snowflakes flying and falling outside the window, the dancing sleeves are flying, and the red sleeves are hidden in the delicate red.

jingle--

A bell rang crisply amid the sound of the guqin. The young man's index finger moved slightly, and the sound of the music entered the desolation. The long sword was slightly raised, and the tip of the sword was pointed straight at Qi Lan.

"Your Majesty, I would like to accompany your Majesty to fight and rise from the tower." The young man raised his lips softly, and his tone was gentle and charming. At this time, the sound of the piano also stopped, sad and mournful.

Qi Lan smiled slightly, patted the young man's long sword away from him with his fingertips, stretched out his hand, grabbed his fair wrist, and with a little force, pulled the beauty in front of him into his arms.

"You dare to dance like this in front of your wife, how brave are you?"

"Has the wife guessed it?" The young man raised his charming eyes and looked at her with a smile.

"In the first year of the Jiang Dynasty, Emperor Xinwen's favorite concubine performed her last dance, which was called the last mourning. Concubine Xizi played the sword in the court."

"Yes, the wife is really powerful. It's just that the emperor himself is fatuous and obsessed with beauty. Everyone says that Concubine Xifeng will ruin the country. A weak man with no military power and no literary heart. How can he say that Concubine Xifeng has brought harm to the country?" The young man stared at her with beautiful eyes for a while, then lowered his head and lay in his arms.

"Then you have to deal with it even more, you're not good." Qi Lan smiled, put his arms around the boy, stood up, and walked towards the bed.

"My wife..." Yu Xi began to panic in his heart. Even though he knew that he could escape the first grade of junior high school but not the fifteenth grade, he still wanted to struggle.

"Huh?" Qi Lan smiled slightly and looked at the corners of his eyes with a little mist, which made him feel even more pitiful for the young man. He only felt that his throat was extremely dry.

"Rare..."

As soon as the boy Nuonuo opened his mouth, Qi Lan reached out and leaned against his lips, which made people want to resist. She could feel the boy's heart beating very fast. At this time, the true side of the disaster will emerge.

"It's no good to pretend to be pitiful." Looking at his misfortune, mist rose up in his charming eyes, with a look that made me feel pity for him. Qi Lan stretched out his hand and lightly touched the corners of his charming eyes with his fingertips. That touch of naturally charming eyes The red clouds are more vivid at this moment.

As the curtains were gently closed, the deserted night became no longer deserted or peaceful for Qi Lan at this moment...

(ps: I want to start a new book to accompany this one and write it slowly, to find out what themes and contents do you want to read?)