I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 177 Chapter 181
At night, the carriage rolled over the road, and the shafts rumbled, adding a bit of rhythm to the silent night.

In a luxurious carriage with soft cushions, two men dressed in satin and with emerald green finger rings, sitting opposite each other, one with a calm expression and the other with a somewhat irritable expression.

"Oh, poor Deng Jiaxian, that idiot is still so impulsive, this is for us to see, Lao Diao, you and I are in-laws, tell me what you think, dealing with them, this is not a joke .”

The man with an impatient face rubbed the green wrench with his fingers, and his figure was a bit round.

The person he called Lao Diao didn't seem to have heard him, with a calm face, but his eyes were focused on a certain point, as if he was thinking about something.

"Old Diao? Lao Diao? Lao Diao?"

Three times in a row.

Lao Diao came back to his senses and raised his hand to stop his in-laws from speaking.

"It's true for us to see, but don't forget that his surname is Li. Don't tell me. You haven't heard of him. Didn't you feel it in the Wang family? That black mist, and the lingering The murderous intent in my heart.

That clearly told me one thing, that man was like a madman, he was going to kill us. "

Hearing Lao Diao's words, the round man nodded, feeling lingering fear.

From his point of view, Li Ye's behavior was indeed crazy.

"You also feel this way. I have heard some news. I heard that this Highness has a big head, and even His Majesty has three points of scruples. But this is not a joke. In the Yu Dynasty, who can make His Majesty have three points of scruples?" ?”

At this point, he seemed to think of something.

"Hei Wu, even your cultivation as a martial artist feels threatened. Doesn't it mean that the master can be protected by the master? If you say this, it is very likely that this is not just a personal grudge, but a battle between gods."

Take a breath.

"You just realized that the people who came here don't know the power of the Zheng family. They all thought of this, otherwise it would be so smooth. The Zheng family in Liangdi is just a branch of the Zheng family in the Yu Dynasty. The Zheng family in the cool place will have endless troubles.

But if it's Yu Jing's side, it's different, you and I can only be pawns, and we can't help ourselves. "

Lao Diao warned.

"That's, that's, if the Grandmaster came alone, we wouldn't even be able to sleep soundly. Heiwu, Grandmaster, could it be that it's the Shadow Assassin Envoy of the Shadow Assassination Hall, and this is an organization specializing in assassinations."

The man with a round figure swallowed his throat, thinking of inexplicably unable to sleep one day, his heart became frightened.

"should be."

Lao Diao had also heard about the deeds of Shadow Killing Palace, so he nodded.

The carriage gradually went away, and the whispers left on the road also disappeared with the wind.

Yu Jing.

In the solemn and solemn hall, four thick pillars surrounded by a person support the sky of the hall.

Four sacred beasts are carved on the pillars of the palace, the Suzaku taking off in the flames, spreading its wings and soaring, the green dragon entrenched in Jianmu, overlooking the crowd, the white tiger of the Gengjin Continent, roaring the sky and the earth, the Xuanwu swimming in the vast sea, overturning the river and the sea. like.

A lot of strange incense candles are placed on the thick iron chains of the arms connecting the four pillars in series, exuding a refreshing aroma.

The smoke curled up, lingering above the iron chain, never crossing the iron chain and coming down.

What's even more amazing is that the smoke on the upper layer is like a sea tower, constantly changing mountains and rivers, sometimes getting closer, sometimes pulling away, towering peaks, endless plains, and farmers. Repeatedly.

What makes people feel strange is that Zheng Xiao doesn't know why, but he can't feel a strong sense of power from the smoke, it's very empty, as if he saw something.

As soon as the thought of disrespect came to his mind, he quickly shook his head.

"The ancestors of all ages are above, and the descendants have blasphemed, sin, sin."

He muttered.

Let go of his mind, and then he looked directly at the seal at the end of the iron chain that was taller than a person. It was old and mottled, and the green dragon tail on the gilt corner was dyed red, like fresh blood.

Even after hundreds of years, the bloody history still remains.

Although Zheng Xiao was eager to use the inheritance of the Holy Weapon, he still kept in mind the teachings of his ancestors, performed three prostrations and nine kowtows, closed his eyes, and kept chanting.

A "repair and processing" eulogy resounded throughout the hall.

"In the year of Dunhe, the holy ancestor was born, a vision came from the sky, and the land greeted the dew after a long drought. , fixed measurement, Zebei sentient beings
In the year of Renping, the holy ancestor passed away suddenly and returned to heaven and earth. The descendants were virtuous and incompetent, and the holy pilgrimage returned to Yu.

This is the heart of future generations. "

Zheng Xiao knelt on the futon, her upper body lying on the ground.

The dim candlelight sometimes elongated his reflection.

Get up.

Zheng Xiao looked at the holy soldier in front of him with piercing eyes, burning with enthusiasm and longing. He was very excited.

Take a deep breath.

Huhu.

After adjusting his mentality, his eyes returned to calm, only the deepest desire in his heart still remained in the depths of his eyes, and he circulated the family scripture "Yu Shan He Jue" in his body to perform the exercises of "Response Chapter".

True Qi circulates in the body, the sea of ​​Qi forms a vortex, and a force of swallowing and sucking emerges continuously.

The smoke above the dome is like a funnel, entering from Zheng Xiao's Baihui acupoint, making him seem to be unaware, and he has heard a lot of unfathomable truths, making him somewhat understand the true meaning.

He beamed with joy.

But he also knew that the opportunity was rare, so he quickly gathered his mind and listened quietly. The voice was getting closer and closer, but no matter how he listened, it was still difficult to hear the whole content clearly.

Ok?
Zheng Xiao also noticed a little strangeness, the zhenqi in the body circulated faster, and the swallowing power became stronger.

The speed of the smoke entering his mind became faster.

Before he knew it, there was not much smoke left above the sky, but Zheng Xiao still couldn't enter the state of "false enlightenment" like in the family's classics, and his face was ashamed.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, according to the records of Chengfalu, even if I'm not the most gifted in history, I'm still at the upper-middle level, how can I get nothing, even worse than the lowest-achieving person in history.

There is not much improvement in the cultivation of true qi, it is impossible, impossible. "

Zheng Xiao seemed to be going crazy.

The truth hit him too hard.

He looked at the holy soldiers in front of him, and remembered the strange things in Yujing City recently, and remembered that his Zheng family was suppressed. He was not reconciled, got up, and walked towards the holy soldiers.

As soon as he stepped over the red line, his body trembled.

"The holy ancestor said that the holy soldiers should not be approached. According to the book, the might of the soldiers can hurt the grandmaster, no."

He trotted to the holy soldier, looked at the ancient holy soldier, stretched out his trembling arms, his heart seemed to fall into a bottomless valley, and endless fear climbed into his heart.

From the holy soldier, Zheng Xiao couldn't feel the irresistible coercion of the holy one.

"The holy soldiers are not destroyed, the masters are not lost, and the Zheng family will last forever."

Recalling the words taught by his elders, he recalled that three grandmasters of the Zheng family had died in the frontier, and now the origin of the holy soldiers was gone.

Bold associations came to his mind.

As he once said, the catastrophe of genocide is approaching.

"Empty shell, actually empty shell, gone, gone."

Zheng Xiao slumped on the ground.

(End of this chapter)