[Comprehensive] The Adventures of the Hidden Prince

"You... the majestic monster Xihuang, can you pay attention to your image?"

Li Jiancheng was sitting on an unknown ancient tree, looking at Fuxi who stretched his neck to look in front of him, he could not help but support his forehead.

Li Jiancheng himself was driving the streamer to hide his figure. When the aura floated up, Fuxi glanced at it. He was very proficient in his movements. He thought that the spirit beads really doted on him and taught him everything.

Stepping Liuguang was created by a few of them in order to avoid the teacher and do certain things. It took a lot of energy from them, but the effect is not bad.

At least Fuxi is sure, unless Nuwa Sanqing and the others are there and know how to crack it, even Daozu can't find where they will hide for a while.

"Image, Nuwa is not here, I want some image." Fuxi didn't turn his head, just waved his hand: "Besides, you are the only one here."

Li Jiancheng: "..."

He should have been used to the painting style of these big guys for a long time.

Li Jiancheng turned his head to look over, and faint voices drifted in.

In fact, the hiding place they chose was far away from the place where the witch clan and the demon clan confronted each other. However, for Li Jiancheng today, it is not difficult to see clearly.

"Hou Tu is my wife, what does it have to do with you being her brother?"

It was a flamboyant and unruly voice, with deep disdain in its tone.

Apparently, it was the demon clan who was currently provoking the Eleven Ancestral Witches, and in front of them, arrogantly embraced Hou Tu in his arms.

Li Jiancheng: ...This kind of provocation, if those girls don't jump their feet, I will take your surname!

Sure enough, Zhu Rong, who had the hottest temper, exploded first.

The Fire Ancestor Witch in red armor was obviously stimulated by the other party's attitude, and his voice was muffled like thunder.

"It's just a small demon clan, how dare you miss my sister?"

When it comes to the younger sister, it is rare for Gong Gong not to choke with Zhu Rong, but just snorted coldly, and followed behind and asked, "Sister, come over to your brother's side."

The Eleventh Ancestral Witch didn't attack the demon clan because Houtu was still standing there, afraid of hurting her by mistake.

Houtu looked at his Taoist companions, and then at his elder brothers who were clearly on fire, with a very embarrassed face.

Qiangliang struck down with a thick thunderbolt, which happened to hit the side of the Mozu, narrowly passing by.

"Sister Houtu, have you been threatened by this demon? He dares to bully you?!"

The rough voice rang in Houtu's ears, Houtu shook his head, thinking, in the eyes of his brothers, how weak is she?

The helpless eyes touched the delicate expression of the Taoist couple beside him, and a very gentle and sweet smile bloomed on the back face.

"Brothers, why do you think that I will be bullied by him?"

Houtu twisted the demon's arm severely with one hand, "Talk to me! Who told you to provoke my brother?"

Facing Houtu, the Mozu obviously lost the aura they used to hate Zhu Rong and the others, and said repeatedly: "Well, I didn't apologize to me, don't be angry."

Fuxi/Li Jiancheng: ... so cowardly.

The Eleventh Ancestral Witch on the opposite side was taken aback by this situation. The grinning expressions of the Mozu and their understanding of their sister told them that Houtu obviously didn't hold back.

So, in fact, the girl was not bullied?

Hou Tu finished teaching the demons, and walked over with the dejected Taoist couple, and said with a smile: "Brother, this is what my sister finally fell in love with, so don't scare me away."

"Come on, Xun Yang." Hou Tu's voice was very gentle, but with a meaning that could not be refuted: "Say hello to my brothers."

The demon named Xun Yang drooped his head and reluctantly followed suit.

At this time, under the watchful eyes of his sister Jiongjiong, the Eleventh Patriarch Witch could only reluctantly accept it no matter how reluctant he was.

After all, at the beginning, they thought that their sister was being bullied, and that's why they were so angry. Now, it seems that the one being bullied is obviously... It can't be their seemingly weak, but actually, ahem.

However, who told them in the first place that Houtu was bullied by the demons?

The little boy who ran out from Mt. Li with short legs to look for his father and uncles suddenly stopped, holding his qin and sneezed several times in a row, with a dazed expression.

He stared blankly at the black line stretching in a certain direction on the horizon, his eyes full of doubts.

Watching the back view of the Twelve Ancestral Witches who had discussed with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and took a demon, and left after suspected where to 'communicate', Li Jiancheng put down the raised branch.

The young man in gold yawned, wiped away the two tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "It's quite boring, Fuxi, have you found out what you want to know?"

Fu Xi chuckled: "Whether I got it or not, anyway, I made a move. When our Demon Emperor asks about it in the future, he will always have something to say."

Li Jiancheng couldn't deny it.

Follow up and listen to gossip is considered a shot?

How could Fuxi really gossip like he showed? It's just the Lich's opposition. Although the Taoist attitude of Zixiao Palace is subtle about this, the Wu Clan is still worried about the Yao Clan, and the Yao Clan naturally stares at the Wu Clan.

Among the monster clan's combat power, he is the only one who has never been dispatched by the demon emperor because of Nuwa's relationship, but if he really doesn't do anything, he won't look very good.

Fuxi made friends with Lingzhu again, who in the whole prehistoric world didn't know that the young man who moved the world with a single shot was the spirit of the Taoist ancestor?It is said that he is still related to the Unspeakable, so the Demon Emperor can only ask Fuxi to keep an eye on the Wu Clan's activities in order to silence some guys in the clan.

Li Jiancheng shook his head, thinking to himself why he came all this way?

Forget it, he doesn't have any purpose anyway, why not go around the territory of the Wu clan, maybe you can meet Changqin?

Ok?

Li Jiancheng sat up suddenly, pulled the branch blocking his view, and looked forward with a brighter gaze than ever before.

Fuxi first saw the small figure appearing in front of him.

The child was holding a piano, and seemed to be in a hurry, his face was red.

The fifty-string piano in his hand is so iconic that Fu Xi recognized it at a glance——

Damn it, the prince of the Wu clan!

Unlike the Yao clan which has ten princes and twelve princesses, the next generation of the Wu clan has only the crown prince Changqin!

And knowing certain things, he knew in his heart that if the prince of the Wu Clan grew up, he would definitely pose a great threat to the Yao Clan.

This is a big fish.

Fuxi pondered in his heart, taking advantage of the absence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, how likely is it to kill the prince Changqin?

Then he saw Li Jiancheng's expression at the moment.

In Lingzhuzi's mouth, this is a child who is so pure and clean that one can see the bottom at a glance, with a clear mind, and although he is a bit venomous at times, he is easy to get along with and easy to raise.

Fuxi traveled with him for a while, and quite agreed with Lingzhuzi's evaluation, but the little poisonous tongue needs to be changed a little bit - this child's tongue is not poisonous, but sometimes it hurts a little, and others can't speak.

But Fuxi had never seen such a complicated and simple expression on Li Jiancheng's face.

Ecstasy, surprise, excitement... All kinds of emotions flashed on the handsome face of the young man in gold, and there was even an unconscious dependence in those sparkling peach eyes.

That kind of dependence and joy emanates from the bones.

When Fuxi watched Li Jiancheng get excited, he directly removed the stepping light, and when he jumped down from the ancient tree to the direction of the prince of the Wu clan, the thought of killing the little prince of the Wu clan slowly sank.

In fact, he and Li Jiancheng didn't have much direct contact, but his friends often mentioned this young ancestor of Zixiao Palace, and they got to know a lot from the side.

This time I will bring Li Jiancheng to come together, more or less friends have mentioned that if the little ancestor leaves Zixiao Palace, remember to take care of one or two reasons.

With Li Jiancheng's appearance, he obviously knew Prince Changqin, and the relationship was not simple.

But this child obviously never left Zixiao Palace.

Fuxi knew that Li Jiancheng came from beyond the sky, after all, it was Lingzhu who brought him back together with him.But when he came to Honghuang, it was not long before the first robbery of the dragon and phoenix ended. Not to mention the never-born prince Changqin, Nuwa Sanqing hadn't been sanctified at that time.

Fuxi suddenly remembered some news about the Wu clan that Lingzhu asked him to pay attention to a long time ago.

The one from Zixiao Palace seems to be planning something, an unknown plan.

Li Jiancheng didn't know about the thoughts that froze in Fuxi's mind behind him.

He just stared at the child looking around, and the excitement in his heart could not be subsided for a long time.

Even though he looks like a child, how could Li Jiancheng fail to recognize the person who grew up with him.

That is Changqin.

It is Prince Changqin.

Li Jiancheng has traveled through many worlds, some of which he has forgotten, and some of which he still vaguely remembers.

In the midst of the prehistoric times, the great powers in Zixiao Palace protected him under their wings regardless of the reason.

But Li Jiancheng remembered that at the very beginning, the first person who stretched out his hand to him who was being chased by the demon was Prince Changqin.

The sound of his piano dispelled countless nightmares of long nights, and he fell asleep leisurely with him.

He taught himself how to face the world full of gods, demons and ghosts, and gave himself the capital to stand in the world.

He took him through all kinds of spaces where fiction and reality coexist, and accompanied him through the most important years of his life.

The long years are long, the floating life is unforgettable, and the youthful time.

There was an old man who played the piano and played songs like a teacher like a father, like a brother like a friend.

It was Prince Changqin who protected Li Jiancheng from growing up.

Now, Li Jiancheng looked at the ignorant child not far away and seemed to have noticed him, turned around, and the three ostriches fluttering around him rushed to follow the master, their eyes were extremely gentle.

He thought of Fuxi's murderous intent that he had just noticed for a split second, and the discord between the two clans of liches flashed in his heart, and he firmly thought that now, it's time for him to protect the Changqin.

Li Jiancheng just took a step, and the warmth all over his body turned into killing intent in an instant——

There is a ferocious black line winding from beyond Qingming.

The black line was torn into large gaps, and the figure of the extraterrestrial celestial demon flashed in between, and behind the young Wu clan prince, there appeared a strange and huge wild beast that often appeared after the prehistoric times.

The little prince who was still a cub obviously didn't have time to escape.

Li Jiancheng threw Tai'a over with his backhand, and the epee circled around the little prince and the birds beside him, and the tip of the sword drew golden lights, which interweaved into a seemingly simple formation before the little prince could react. net, and the epee finally landed at the core of the net, protecting the little prince tightly.

And Li Jiancheng himself jumped onto the black line holding the Qianye Changsheng sword.

Since the return of the two swords, his strength has jumped to quasi-sage.

When he fought with Luo Hu (in fact, Luo Hu unilaterally gave him moves), Luo Hu directly pointed it out to him.

At that time, Li Jiancheng was in a daze. After he came to Honghuang, he had been nesting in Zixiao Palace and never went out, but he still knew how the border levels of Honghuang were divided.

So, just like him, how did he become a quasi-sage in the situation of training-scuba-paddling-engaging in technology-cultivation?

Luo Hu sighed, and asked, don't you even know that you have at least two sealing formations superimposed on yourself?The formations are all from the hands of saints.

Li Jiancheng caught something vaguely at that time, and when he wanted to ask more questions, the Lingzhu happened to come over. Li Jiancheng subconsciously felt that he should not let him know, so he didn't ask any more questions.Later, Shenhun went to another world and forgot about it.

However, after returning from that world, Li Jiancheng remembered it again, but at that time Luo Hu suddenly kept silent, and the matter about the seal was either off topic or pretending to be stupid, so Li Jiancheng couldn't pursue it further, so he could only keep his doubts in his heart for the time being. .

But now, it was the first time that Li Jiancheng had truly exerted his power.

Countless sword shadows that were too solid to be seen unfolded behind him, and the long sword in the hands of the young man in gold swept out an aura of collapsing heaven and earth, and the flames all over the sky served as his foil.

The monsters coming from outside the sky and the desolate beasts chasing them roared in the wilderness, but none of them could block the indomitable sword intent of the young man who couldn't see his face clearly in the sky.

The blood rain mixed with the corpses of desolate beasts and monsters fell down together, but the young man holding the sword did not get any stains on his body.

He stepped steadily on the void, turned around and put the sword behind him, and walked towards the little prince of the Wu clan in the light of the sky.

"Are you OK?"

The sky was bright, and the little prince could see his face clearly.

The eyebrows point at the mountains and rivers, and the light sword winds down.

Standing like a zhilan jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in his arms.

Prince Changqin smiled suddenly while hugging his accompanying magic weapon, the fifty-stringed zither.

The author has something to say: Let me repeat, Changqin is not CP, pure family affection!

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