The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The huge Jiaoshan returned to calm, the blood vines disappeared, and the corpses manipulated by Zhenlong chess pieces sank into the depths of the earth one after another.Nangong Changying finally gave the death order to the dragon's spirit, and even his descendants can't reverse it.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, illuminating the mess everywhere.

The cloud-piercing bow in Nangong Si's hand also shot the last arrow, because it lost Nangong Changying's spiritual power, it gradually became dim, and finally sealed Shen.He dripped blood on the ground, Ye Wangxi ran over almost the moment the barrier was undone, and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I Heal your wounds..."

"Forget it, I was still alive and kicking, but if you cure me, I'm probably going to see the Grand Master." Nangong Si coughed lightly, pushed Ye Wangxi away, and looked at Jiang Xi with black eyes, "Jiang Zhang Door, I still need to trouble you..."

Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."

He is the master of the medicine sect, and he is willing to help, which is naturally beyond the reach of others.

Jiang Xiyu's white fingertips rested on Nangong Si's wrist, almost as soon as they touched, his pupils shrunk slightly, and then they looked at each other without saying a word.

He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spiritual core had been shattered.From then on, he was no different from ordinary people, and could no longer cast spells or use spiritual power.

It is impossible for Nangong Si himself to be unclear about this matter, but Ye Wangxi is by his side, so he looked at Jiang Xi and shook his head subtly.

"How is it? Head Jiang, how is Si?"

"..."

Jiang Xi withdrew her hand silently, then took out a light crimson porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag, and handed it to Ye Wangxi: "It's nothing serious. The wounds I suffered are not in the vital parts, so don't worry, girl. You just keep this medicine powder." Then, apply it on the affected area every day, up to ten days, and it will be cured.”

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he condensed his spiritual power on his fingertips and tapped several acupuncture points on Nangong Si's body one after another. Finally, his palm covered the wound of the sword, and the blood stopped after a while.After finishing all this, Jiang Xi got up and said to everyone: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, or you may change things, go up the mountain."

He turned and left, but the conversation between Ye Wangxi and Nan Gongsi behind him still fell into his ears.

He heard Nangong Si whisper to Ye Wangxi: "I said it's okay, it will be fine in a few days, why are you crying? Oh, why did you become so useless, okay, okay, it's just that little Is it a small injury..."

Jiang Xi closed his eyes.

He thought of the words that Nangong Si said to him just now when he thought his life was hanging by a thread in the barrier.Sighing, he led the crowd up the long white jade steps leading to the Heavenly Palace of the ancestral hall.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are still three checkpoints to go through, all of which need to be smeared with the blood of the Nangong family to pass smoothly.But Nangong Si doesn't need to cut his fingers to drip blood at this moment, he is already covered with wounds, any point can dispel the enchantment barrier.

All the way up, no more obstacles.

When Nangong Si smeared blood on the longan eyes of the white jade carving dragon, the last heavy stone-sealed gate slowly and solemnly sank into the ground, and the Heavenly Palace on the top of Jiaoshan Mountain was displayed in front of everyone.

It was a shrine surrounded by fairy spirit, and there was a dense forest outside the gate of the palace. They were standing outside the forest at the moment, separated by colorful flowers and vines, and gurgling water, they could see a long staircase reaching up to the sky. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps, the steps are so high that the ancestral hall and palace on the top seem to be lying on the clouds, and only vague shadows can be seen, shining under the infiltration of moonlight, like Guanghan Palace. , like Lingxiao Temple, I don't know the heaven and the earth.

Almost everyone who saw this ancestral hall at the first glance was shocked by its magnificence and uncanny craftsmanship, and then anger, jealousy, greed, covetousness... all kinds of different feelings came to their hearts.

The most speechless among them is the owner of the horse village.

He slapped his forehead and wailed: "My God, there are such long steps, and you can't control your sword on this Jiaoshan mountain. How long can you walk with your feet? This is another mountain!"

Huang Xiaoyue said with a smile: "I don't mean any malice, I'm just joking - in my opinion, Immortal Nangong Changying really doesn't need to ascend, he can create such a heavenly palace, what is there in the world and in the sky?" What about parting?"

Suddenly someone said coldly: "Confucian Fengmen sacrifices to Tiangong. It was first built by Nangongyu, the third generation head. After two generations, it was completed by Nangongxian, the fifth head. This Tiangong is on the same level as Nangong Changying. No connection."

Huang Xiaoyue: "..."

He turned his head and met Chu Wanning's extremely cold face. Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning had almost reached the limit when he saw this face. The old incident of pumping people may be able to repeat itself.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Like Huang Xianchang, I have no malicious advice. Before the book is read thoroughly, it is best to learn to be cautious in words and deeds."

Huang Xiaoyue has always wanted to save face. In front of all the juniors, she was so mercilessly pointed out by Chu Wanning, she was extremely embarrassed for a while, her lips were murmured, and she was about to say something to fight back, when Jiang Xi suddenly heard: "Huang Xiaoyue, Nangong Immortal's reputation How can I allow you to joke?"

When Jiang Xi spoke, his status and position were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue's face turned ashen for a moment, but he still forced a dry laugh twice: "Why does the head of Jiang take it seriously? The old man has already said it, and he doesn't mean anything..."

"Am I going to condone your malice just because you said you didn't mean any harm?" Jiang Xi rolled his eyes coldly, squinting at Huang Xiaoyue, he didn't even want to give him the right look, "Am I going to just because of your aging? bear with your ignorance?"

"..." Grandmaster Chu is a grandmaster, but in the final analysis, he only has ability and no real power.But Jiang Xi was different, now Gu Yueye coughed, and the cultivation world trembled three times, Huang Xiaoyue was dripping with cold sweat, so she didn't dare to say any more.

Jiang Xi flicked his sleeves, walked into the woods coldly, and walked towards the long steps at the end of the woods.The rest of the sect leaders either glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with disdain or sympathy. Of course, some completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue, and followed and left. The abbot of Wusai Temple even sighed "Amitabha". If it was not forced by the situation, Mo Ran About to actually laugh out loud.

They were walking in the forest, but within a few steps, Nangong Si said "Huh?"

Jiang Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

"Orange trees..." Nangong Si looked around, there were orange trees everywhere, with pure white orange flowers in bloom, "How could it be orange trees? All the trees planted here were dragon girl spirit trees."

"Look over there!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp-eyed Xiaoxiu suddenly pointed to the distant spring and whispered, "There is a person over there!"

Everyone followed his fingers, and sure enough, they saw a man sitting with his back to them under a luxuriant orange tree next to the ding-ding-dong-dong mountain spring, burying his head in something.

Xue Zhengyi frowned and said, "Is it a human or a ghost?"

The ink burned: "I'll go and see."

His lightness kung fu is excellent, he flew over in a flash, lightly and silently hid in the nearby forest, and then cautiously went around and went around to the side.

He was stunned.

Because he saw the man's face clearly.

That was Nangong Si's father, the last head of the Confucian School.

—— Nangong Liu.

what happened?Wasn't Nangong Liu fed Lingchi fruit? !He was supposed to die after 360 five days of Ling Chi torture, but why does he look intact at this moment, the old god is there, and he is even in a good mood, sitting next to the clear spring...

Wash a basket of oranges? ?

The clear spring is full of waves of light, and the silvery moon is ground into the spring water, shining on Nangong Liu's face. With an almost dreamlike expression, he hums a ditty, drains the washed oranges one by one, and then Put it in the side basket.

"The years of the weak crown are the best, light hooves and fast horses, and see all the flowers in the world."

Nangong Liu was humming softly, her sleeves were rolled up, her arms were soaked in clear water, and her arms were intact, without the mottled scars that people who swallowed Ling Chiguo would have.

Mo Ran's eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character, he could clearly feel something wrong with Nangong Liu, this person has obviously been made into Zhenlongqi, and the corpses in the tomb are different, Nangong Liu has obviously been preserved for a long time A large part of his own consciousness, just looking at his behavior, is not much different from a normal living person.

"How about it?"

Xue Zhengyi asked anxiously when he saw Mo Ran go and return quickly.

Mo Ran first glanced at Nangong Si, and then whispered: "It's Nangong Liu."

Many people present had feuds with Nangong Liu, and a monk drew his sword on the spot: "That bastard! I'm going to kill him right away!"

Nangong Si's eyes were dim, her face was ashen, she lowered her head and said silently: "..."

Mo Ran said: "There is something strange, this Nangong Liu is obviously controlled by the Zhenlong chess game, but the strange thing is that there is no scar on his body that has swallowed Ling Chiguo. I think it is better not to disturb him rashly."

After thinking about it, Chu Wanning asked: "Can the effect of Ling Chiguo be eliminated?"

Gu Yueye is best at this kind of problem, and the cold-scale master said: "It's possible, but it's more troublesome. I don't think Xu Shuanglin would stuff him with a Lingchi fruit, and then spend a lot of time helping him to unravel the curse of the fruit. It makes absolutely no sense to do that.”

Jiang Xi said: "Anyway, Nangong Liu is here, and Xu Shuanglin should be in the Ancestral Temple Palace. This time we finally didn't make another trip in vain."

As he was saying this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow shaking in the distance from the corner of his eye. Jiang Xi turned his head, and the others followed his gaze and saw the former head of the Confucianism Sect carrying a basket full of oranges. Walking out of the woods, he was still leaning on a stick in his hand, tapping the ground, walking briskly, and when he got close, you could see that there was still a bright smile on his face.

Nangong Si had already made up his mind not to look at it, but he couldn't hold back in the end. He raised his head and glanced at his father, his eyelashes trembling like fluff in the wind - he couldn't tell what he was at the moment What do you feel, hate?Distressed?or something else?

He didn't know, he wanted to look away, but that figure was like a fishhook, once hooked, it was impossible to let go.

At this time, someone who couldn't hold back his emotions suddenly yelled: "Nangong Liu! Today I will ask you to pay with blood!"

With a whoosh, the feathered arrow left the string and struck at the back of Nangong Liu's head.

It was too late for the others to stop it, but luckily that person was not good at arching, so he missed it a bit, and the whistling long arrow went straight into the basket behind Nangong Liu, piercing through several round oranges.

Immediately, many people cursed secretly in their hearts. It is not good that there are too many people. There will always be a few stupid things that mess up the water. But at this moment, it is meaningless to worry about which fool fired the cold arrow. The important thing is that Nangong Liu has already sensed their existence and turned his head slowly.

Seeing so many people standing in the forest, Nangong Liu was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards them, with that illusory look on his face.

As he got closer and closer, many monks had already exposed their sabers by a few inches, and their eyes were staring at him with extreme vigilance. Nangong Liu seemed to finally feel some pressure under the gaze of thousands of eyes. , he stopped a little sluggishly, and stood still among the swaying tree shadows.

"Everyone..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dead silence was broken. Immediately, dozens of people couldn't hold back, subconsciously took a step forward, and several of them even drew their swords out of their sheaths.

Nangong Liu suddenly smiled. This smiling face was familiar to the several heads standing at the front of the formation. This was the flattering and warm smile that Nangong Liu used to face everyone.

The Mistress of Treading Snow Palace was stunned: "This..."

The several masters looked at each other, thinking that this chess piece was really weird, and they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd. At this time, Nangong Liu brushed off his left and right sleeves, rolled up the sleeves, and then unexpectedly doubled his hands. He knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to thousands of monks.

"Ah, my slave Nangong Liu, you are very polite here, all the honored guests have come from afar, some are far away to welcome you, some are not far away to welcome you—"

Following his kowtow, more than half of the basket full of oranges rolled out behind him and scattered all around.

After kowtowing, Nangong Liu knelt on the ground again, put down the basket to pick up the oranges without any shame, and under the stunned gaze of the crowd, put the oranges back together again, then rubbed her hands together and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you want to do?" Are you going to see His Majesty?"

His Majesty? !

Mo Ran instantly got goose bumps all over his body. After all, he has been called this way for nearly ten years, and when he heard the word "Your Majesty", he still habitually felt that he was calling himself.

The other heads were at a loss, you look at me, I look at you, Xue Zhengyi even smiled wryly, unexpectedly no one answered for a while.

Seeing that everyone ignored him, Nangong Liu scratched his head in doubt, and asked cautiously: "Hey, distinguished guests, are you going to see Your Majesty?"

Jiang Xi: "..."

Nangong Liu was slightly discouraged, but she still asked repeatedly: "Dear guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

"..."

"Everyone—"

Mo Ran asked him calmly: "Who is His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is Your Majesty." Seeing that someone finally paid attention to him, Nangong Liu seemed very happy, and said, "If you want to see Your Majesty, you have to go up all the way, but he is very busy, so he may not have the time to talk to you, he has important affairs in the world. It needs to be taken care of."

Xue Zhengyi finally couldn't hold back anymore, even in such a tense atmosphere, he still couldn't help laughing: "A major event in the world? Haha, what is a major event in the world? He is in charge of a dead man on the top of a mountain, playing chess pieces with himself, playing Playing with puppets on strings, is this a major event in the world? Hahahaha Xu Shuanglin, he is too, too funny."

There was a vague shadow of uneasiness between Mo Ran's brows, and he continued to ask: "It means that he is in the Heavenly Palace at the moment. Although he is very busy, we can go to see him, right?"

"That's right." Nangong Liu said, "Of course you can go to see him. If he closes the door to thank you, you can just wait in the city. His Majesty will come out by himself after finishing his work. Don't say anything, don't say anything, I'm going to the top too, and I've run out of oranges on top, so I need to make up for it quickly, or His Majesty will be angry soon."

As he said that, he went straight away, and everyone left behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

"How to do?"

"Go up?"

"Will there be fraud..."

But Mo Ran had already rushed up to the ground, he walked quickly, and soon left Nangong Liu, who was climbing up with an orange on his back, behind him, and everyone behind him.

Finally, panting for breath, he arrived at the Heavenly Palace first. Standing in front of the main hall gate, he raised his head, only then did he realize how majestic and majestic this palace is.Just two palace gates have the potential to cover the sky, and the reliefs from Huangquan to Biluo are engraved on them. The gaps in the body scale armor are filled with melted pure gold, which is astonishing, and the tail tips of the phoenix feathers are inlaid with pearls and precious stones, sweeping the ground.There are whale oil bronze Qianye lanterns hanging on the beams and rafters of the palace. The lights will not go out for thousands of years. Under the reflection of thousands of candles, this Tongtianmen is even more magnificent and beautiful.

Mo Ran originally thought that this door was extremely heavy and difficult to open, but his fingers touched the door, just a light touch, and with the muffled sound of rumbling thunder, the Dragon and Phoenix Heavenly Gate did not require him to use any more effort, and slowly moved towards the door. retracted...

And at the moment when he saw the front hall of the Tiangong, Mo Ran was shocked in the same place.

This... What kind of weird scene is this? !