The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Xue Meng stunned for a while, and then suddenly felt the energy, and furiously said to Mei Hanxue: "Dog thing, who are you saying is stupid?"

Xue Zhengyong pulled him: "Meng'er!"

"This person said I was stupid!"

"Okay, okay, you heard it wrong, Hanxue obviously didn't say anything."

"That's because he lowered his voice in my ear!!"

There was a lot of noise here, while Jiang Xi was counting the wounded and checking the situation over there.The result of the inspection was that Jiang Xi asked everyone to rest in place for a while, to heal the wounds that should be healed, and to meditate if they should.There is no way, the most ferocious combat power has been consumed a lot, just like the bow is not fully drawn, and the arrowhead is blunt, so if you continue to move forward rashly, if there is another shock, I am afraid that you will not be able to deal with it.

After giving these orders, Jiang Xi walked to Nangong Si: "Nangong, I have something to ask you."

"Master Jiang, please tell me."

Jiang Xi didn't speak, but glanced at Ye Wangxi first.

Nangong Si said: "She doesn't need to avoid it."

"It's better to avoid it for a while." Jiang Xi said, his eyes dropped, and stopped at Nangong Si's heart, which was the position of Nangong Si's spirit core.

After Ye Wangxi left, Jiang Xi sat down beside Nangong Si.

"What about your spiritual core? Are you going to hide it?"

Nangong Si's eyes dimmed for a moment: "I still don't know how to tell her."

"Are you afraid that she will dislike you because of this? In fact, you think too much, Miss Ye is not—"

"No." Nangong Si interrupted Jiang Xi, "I'm not afraid that she will dislike me. I'm just afraid that she will be sad."

"..." Jiang Xi was silent for a while, as if he was stabbed by Nangong Si's inexplicable arrogance, he sneered, "You are really confident."

"Master Jiang's words are wrong. I'm not confident, but I believe her."

Hearing that his tone was quite strong, Jiang Xi said lightly: "You are in peace now, but you still talk to me in this tone, are you not afraid that I will trouble you in the future?"

"you will not."

Jiang Xi paused: "Do you believe me?"

"Through the journey, I also know what kind of person the head of Jiang is." Nangong Si said, "That's why I said those words to you when I thought my life would be cut off."

"..." Jiang Xi has been staring at Nangong Si, until he mentioned this matter, he turned his eyes away, "Now that you are still alive, do those words still count?"

"Do the math." Nangong Si said, "When Xu Shuanglin is defeated, I will explain it to everyone."

Jiang Xi stopped talking, and after a while, he finally said: "Nangong Si, it's a pity that I can't see Confucianism flourishing in your hands, otherwise, you can be regarded as an opponent who can compete."

Nangong Si answered very calmly, but there was also a hint of his arrogance: "The head of the sect is still wrong. I have been lucky enough to learn the best things about Confucianism."

There are very few times when Jiang Xi does not refute others, and there are very few times when he is not sarcastic, and even less often he admires or agrees with others.But he was silent for a long time this time and didn't try to deny Nangong Si's words. Finally he said: "Let's not talk about this, I want to ask you a more important matter."

"...I know what the headmaster wants to ask." Nangong Si caressed Nao Baijin lying in the quiver. The demon wolf was injured, and the fur on his forehead was scratched, and blood was still oozing, "But why did Jiaoshan suddenly lose control? , against the wishes of the Grand Master, this is beyond my knowledge. I also think it is impossible."

Jiang Xi said: "There is no clue? Think about it again, is there any secret story about the Confucianism School, about this mountain?"

Nangong Si shook his head and said, "No. The Nangong family has known for generations that this Jiaoshan obeys the orders of the family's heirs, but the first one must be the ancestor of Changying."

"Absolutely no one else?"

"Absolutely not. The first master recognized by Jiaolong's soul is the Grand Master, and it will never change."

Jiang Xi's eyes were cloudy and cloudy, and his face became more and more hostile because of the stalemate: "How did Xu Shuanglin do it?"

"I can't figure it out either." Nangong Si paused suddenly, Jiang Xi thought he had thought of something, turned to look at him, only to find that he was staring straight at a person in the distance, following his eyes, Jiang Xi Xi saw Nangong Liu who was peeling and eating oranges.

Nangong Si has been trying not to look at his father who was made into a chess piece, but when he touched it, his expression immediately became extremely painful uncontrollably.Jiang Xi is actually about the same age as Xu Shuanglin and Xue Zhengyong, but because of his different cultivation methods, he still looks young and handsome.But this has nothing to do with his state of mind. In fact, his state of mind has not been so flourishing. He looked at Nangong Si, and for a while he couldn't bear it. He said: "Don't look at it."

"..."

"Don't look any further."

Nangong Si seemed to have exhausted his remaining strength to tear his eyes away from his father.When he lowered his eyes, his shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, and finally he buried his face in his palms, but he couldn't hide the choking in his voice.

He murmured hoarsely, trying to change the topic: "I also don't understand how Xu Shuanglin did it, that's a tamed dragon..."

The shoulders trembled more and more.

Jiang Xi was still stiff and his face was dull all the time, but he reached out his hand in the end and patted Nangong Si on the shoulder.He seems to want to comfort Nangong Si, but he has never comforted anyone, and finally he just said dryly: "It doesn't matter, everyone has their own fate. Although you and your father have gotten into this situation, there are still father and son. One, look at me, in the year of destiny, I have no heirs. Think about it."

Of course Nangong Si ignored him after he finished speaking, and he himself felt dry, it seemed worse if he said it than if he didn't say it.

Jiang Xi got up, a little embarrassed: "I'll go to another place to see, you rest for a while, you should move on later."

"..."

"By the way, where is the front?"

Nangong Si muffled: "Dragon Soul Pond."

"What is this for?"

"That's the blood pond for worshiping the spirit of the evil dragon." Nangong Si said, "The primordial spirit of the evil dragon sleeps in the pool, and people from the Confucian school worship it every year."

Jiang Xi frowned when he heard this, and finally said, "I hope nothing will happen over there."

Everyone rested in the front hall for half an hour. The wounded and those who had lost too much spiritual power gradually recovered with the help of the healing monks.

Jiang Xi looked left and right at the "good" and "evil" made by Xu Shuanglin on both sides, two extremes, and his frown became more and more tight.

What would Xu Shuanglin use for this kind of thing that has no combat power?Does it look good?

Listening to Nan Gongsi who was made into a chess piece, it seems that Xu Shuanglin regards himself as the emperor, and regards these Zhenlong puppets who are divided into black, white, good and evil as his subjects?

He walked all the way to watch the flowers, and finally came to Nangong Liu, who was sitting on his bamboo basket, slowly peeling oranges.

Jiang Xi paused for a moment, then leaned over suddenly, and asked him what he had asked before without giving up: "Can you take us to His Majesty's place?"

Nangong Liu still gave the same answer as before: "Your Majesty has something to do, how can you say we will see you?"

"..." Jiang Xi said displeasedly, "It's useless at all, a waste pustule is a waste pustule, whether it is alive or made into a chess piece, it is a waste pustule."

Being scolded by him, Nangong Liu shrank her neck meekly, and hugged her orange rattan basket in a cowardly manner. After a while, she started to cry: "Why are you so fierce? I'm useless but I'm useless." Use it, I'm just a waste pustule, so what if you kill me?"

He cried loudly, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

Chu Wanning was almost doing meditation at this time, and he frowned: "This Nangong Liu is so strange."

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"I can't tell." Chu Wanning said, "I feel that this person is Nangong Liu, but it is very wrong. It seems that it is not the Nangong Liu I know."

Mo Ran just stared at that side, Jiang Xi stared at Nangong Liu with a straight face, and Nangong Liu was sobbing, rubbing his eyes with both hands from time to time.

"..." Looking at his actions, Mo Ran really felt that something was wrong, and it was unspeakably inconsistent, as if seeing a child with a middle-aged head, it made people get goosebumps.Suddenly, the ink burned for a moment, and murmured, "Children..."

"what?"

Mo Ran suddenly turned his head and asked: "Master, do you feel that he looks like a child?" He said and looked sideways at Nangong Liu for a while, and saw that Nangong Liu started blowing his nose with his sleeves, Said sideways, "...he is still a child who is only five or six years old."

When he said this, Chu Wanning looked at it again, and it was true.

Although Nangong Liu still looks about forty years old, her every move reveals this kind of stupidity and childishness.

Chu Wanning murmured: "Could it be that Xu Shuanglin did something to him, so that his spiritual memory was only kept until he was five or six years old?"

The ink burned: "Master is waiting, I will try."

"How do you try?"

Mo Ran didn't answer, he walked to Nangong Liu under the eyes of everyone, picked up an orange and handed it to him, tentatively said: "Don't cry, eat an orange."

"I won't eat it. I've already eaten it. It's dedicated to His Majesty."

Mo Ran put the oranges back into the basket and asked, "Who is Your Majesty?"

Jiang Xi said: "What's the use? I have already interrogated him for this sentence."

Sure enough, Nangong Liu said: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty is Your Majesty, who else can it be."

Mo Ran was not discouraged, but asked him the second sentence: "Okay, your majesty is your majesty, you are so loyal and sensible, your majesty will be very happy if you know it. Yes, I have been asking you about your majesty I haven't asked you yet, little brother, what's your name?"

Huang Xiaoyue watched impatiently, sneered twice and was about to speak, but Jiang Xi stopped him and shook his head.He also faintly sensed that something was wrong.

Nangong Liu, who was holding a basket of oranges, looked at Mo Ran for a while before saying timidly, "My name is Nangong Liu."

Mo Ran touched Nangong Liu's head with a smile, and asked quietly: "Get to know each other, my name is Mo Ran, I am 22 this year, how about you?"

"I, I'm five years old..."

"!!"

For a while, there was no sound.

Although Nangong Liu's answering voice was silent, the people around were all looking here quietly, so his trembling "I'm five years old" exploded in this hall like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.

Almost everyone was stunned.

If it wasn't for the tense situation, I'm afraid many people present would have laughed so hard that tears would flow from their eyes—five years old?five years old?

Back to three years ago, if they were asked to believe that the head of the No. [-] sect in the world would actually cower next to a basket of oranges and mutter: "I'm five years old", these people probably would rather believe that sows can climb trees.

But Nangong Liu really said this sentence clearly at this moment, the group of people were dumbfounded, they stood there in a daze, you look at me, I look at you, they don't know what is going on.

Jiang Xi stepped forward and asked sharply, "What do you do in this palace every day?"

Nangong Liu hurriedly shrank behind Mo Ran, pulled Mo Ran's sleeve and said: "Big brother, I don't want to talk to him, this uncle is so fierce..."

Jiang Xi: "..."

Nangong Liu was older than him, he never dreamed that one day Nangong Liu would call him uncle.

The ink burning is also a little bit unbearable. If it is really a five-year-old child, it is okay, he is still useful, but at this time, the man who is holding him is a man with wrinkles at the end of his eyes.The corner of Mo Ran's mouth twitched, coughed twice and said in relief: "Okay, you don't need to pay attention to him, then let me ask you, what do you do in this palace every day?"

Jiang Xi's eyes widened - he admired Mo Ran a little at this moment, it's okay, boy, can this be tolerated?

"I pick oranges every day, wash them, and then carry them to His Majesty, waiting for him to come out to eat." Nangong Liu said, "Your Majesty likes to eat oranges the most, and he can eat a whole basket a day. This mountain There used to be a kind of tree that only blooms but does not bear fruit, but His Majesty said it was boring, so he replaced them all with orange trees. I also think orange trees are good, and the fruits are sweet."

He babbled on and on, suddenly his eyes dimmed: "It's a pity that your majesty is always in poor health these days, and he can only eat half of a basket he picked..."

Jiang Xi grasped the key: "Your Majesty is not in good health recently?"

Nangong Liu held grudges very much, pursed her lips, puffed her cheeks and said, "I hate it, I won't talk to you."

Jiang Xi held back for a moment, but couldn't hold back, quickly turned her head, and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Huang Xiaoyue asked with concern: "What's wrong with Sect Leader Jiang?"

"Don't talk to me." Jiang Xi frowned in disgust, never wanting to look at the gigantic child Nangong Liu squatting there, "I'm a little fucking disgusting."

The ink burned: "Why is your majesty not in good health?"

"It's just... just coughing all the time, and what comes out is blood. He's very thin, and he refuses to eat. There are many places on his body that are rotten..." Nangong Liu said, tears dripping Like a pillar with a broken thread, he cried again, "I am so worried about him, what should I do if he is gone? From now on, no one will play with me, talk to me, and feed me oranges." .”

"He... he still feeds you oranges?"

But as far as I saw in Confucianism last time, the two brothers, Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, had a deep blood feud. It was a miracle that Xu Shuanglin didn't continue to take Ling Chiguo's slices, and his brother was already a miracle. Feed the oranges?

I can't even imagine it.

Jiang Xi fell into deep thought: "Many parts of my body are rotten..."

Xue Zhengyong said: "It sounds like the backlash of Zhenlong chess game?"

Mo Ran is also very aware of this point, the Zhenlong chess game of the three forbidden arts, if the caster's spiritual power is not sufficient, and if he forcibly manipulates the chess pieces too many times, the body will start to slowly fester.

When he first started practicing in his previous life, he also died. Starting from his toes, Mo Ran was afraid of being discovered by Chu Wanning at that time, so he never dared to act rashly again. Later, he invented the "Common Heart Formation" and was able to continue to practice.Later, he became the Emperor of the Immortals, with abundant spiritual power, and he could control thousands of troops without the formation of a common heart, but the necrotic little toe of his left foot could never be recovered.

Mo Ran couldn't help but feel strange.

The zombies outside were obviously controlled by the Concentric Formation. Only the corpses in this hall that could move freely were completely controlled by Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power.

Since Xu Shuanglin couldn't support so many chess pieces, why did he do such a thing that was not worth the gain?

It is useless to think too much when stuck here, Jiang Xi said: "Go forward."

The door leading to the Dragon Soul Pool also needs to be opened by a machine, but this machine has not been destroyed. After it was activated, the front hall and the back door inlaid with the seven-star magic circle immediately made a rumbling sound, and the stone gate retracted into the wall. The nave of Tiangong slowly revealed its appearance in front of everyone.

It was a hexagonal closed palace, the walls were cold and damp, and there was a thick dragon relief on the zenith, with well-defined muscles and bones, and eyes wide open. This giant dragon held an oil lamp in its mouth, and what was burning inside it was unknown. What kind of oil, the light it burns is actually blue and blue.

In the very center of the hall, there is a pool with blood-red foam bubbling hotly.

Nangong Si said: "This is the Dragon Soul Pool, the primordial spirit of the Demon Dragon is sealed in this blood pool."

Someone wanted to take a closer look, Nan Gongsi said: "Don't look too much, this pool is very evil, if you stare at it for a long time, your mind will be distracted, let's go."

A group of people walked past the blood pool one by one under the leadership of Nan Gongsi. They stepped into the corridor behind the nave. Although there was no sky and no reference, Mo Ran could feel that they were walking uphill all the time.

It took about a stick of incense on this road, and then Nangong Liu stopped. In front of him was a door that was narrower than the front, but covered with jewels.

"After this door is opened, walk a little further and you will be the exit of the corridor." Nangong Si said, "After you go out, you will find the last place in the Heavenly Palace, which is called Soul Summoning Platform. Xu Shuanglin should be on the Soul Summoning Platform."

Huang Xiaoyue suddenly asked: "Is there only a few places to go in the Tiangong of Rufengmen? The front hall, the dragon blood pool, and the summoning platform?"

"good."

"Is there no secret room?" He was impatient for a while, and almost said it was a secret room for hiding treasures. Fortunately, he reacted in time, "I mean, Xu Shuanglin may also be in the secret room."

Nangong Si gave him a meaningful look, which made Huang Xiaoyue a little apprehensive.Finally, Nangong Si said: "Go to the summoning station first, and then we can talk about it."

Opening this last door requires the blood of the Nangong family. Nangong Si wiped his own blood on the eyeball of the dragon pattern on the stone gate. The mechanism on the door clicked and rotated, and then heard a faint sigh.

Huang Xiaoyue was terrified: "Who is talking?!"

Then he pointed to Nangong Si and said, "You won't be cheating, will you? Please enter the urn?"

Nan Gongsi said indifferently: "If Taoist Huang can't trust me, it's still too late to go out now, just sit in the hall and wait."

Of course Huang Xiaoyue refused, but he was careful before going in - along the way, he found that all important thresholds require the blood of the Nangong family to open, and the legendary treasure-hiding secret room must be the same.So before entering the door, Huang Xiaoyue wiped the longan intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly stained some of Nangong Si's blood...

Suddenly, an empty voice sounded in this dark corridor——

"The person who came, who is it?"

Huang Xiaoyue was guilty of being a thief and almost jumped up in shock. Others also looked left and right. Nan Gong Si said: "So here you are, Nan Gong Si, the seventh generation of the Confucianism School."

"Wangli...Welcome...Master..."

After the voice said these words slowly, it became faint.

"Wangli is the name of that demon dragon." Nangong Si said to Jiang Xi, "Master Jiang, please."

Jiang Xi looked at the corridor in front of him, there was a white light about a hundred feet away, presumably there was the Soul Summoning Platform over there, Jiang Xi walked forward a few steps, suddenly the ground shook violently again, the ethereal The voice sounded again.

"Wangli, welcome... the Lord... people..."

"What's the matter with this dragon?" Jiang Xi frowned, "It said the same sentence twice?"

But Nangong Si's complexion has changed, he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the spirit summoning platform, the light and shadow there suddenly flickered slightly, before he could see it clearly, he heard the hissing sound in his ears, followed by Tianguang There was a torrent of water everywhere.

Nangong Si's pupils closed suddenly, and he shouted sharply: "Run!!"