From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

Chen Xi imitated the sword intent of Flying Immortal, and the spiritual power formed a sword light in the palm of his hand, and threw it into the air.

The sword light was as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds, and a big eagle happened to fly by, and the sword light pierced through its wings, screaming shrilly.

Chen Xi flew up, the divine bone whisk appeared in his hand, the holy light fell, and the fallen eagle flapped its wings and flew up to the sky again. The original black and gray feathers were golden, and its appearance became more handsome, circling around Chen Xi He refused to leave for a long time.

"You are smart."

Chen Xi thought of the big cat and the fat crane in the red building, flipped through the golden book, found a spell to enlighten the spirit and wisdom of animals, and gave one to the big eagle.

Standing at a high altitude and looking down, Taihu Lake is like a water mirror, with spiritual mist drifting, green plants are lush in winter, people flow like weaving, the air of the world of mortals gathers into clouds, and there are dragons churning in the clouds, the color is golden and red like fire.

Red Dragon? !

Chen Xi took a closer look, and it was indeed a red dragon with five claws and a dragon horn on its head. It was a half-sized young dragon, chubby and lively.

Not Mo Xuan's fellow clan, but a human dragon spirit.

Chen Xi exhaled slowly,

Ye Gucheng's luck is also in the shape of a dragon, but it is an illusory green dragon with broken horns, no pointed armor on its claws, and only eyes with eyes. A little purple.

The red young dragon below is full of vitality. Its eyes are dripping, and it seems to be curious about everything. Sometimes it accidentally gets knotted, sometimes it swims too fast and bites its own tail, and sometimes its whiskers poke into its nostrils, making it itchy and sneezing...

Here comes the little emperor.

The little emperor was visiting privately in a micro-service. As soon as he left the capital, he was assassinated and poisoned. He was rescued by Lu Xiaofeng. He met Ximen Chuuxue who was going south, and then came to Taihu Lake with Ximen Chuuxue's carriage.

"Young Master Huang..." Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, and was about to invite the little emperor to meet Chen Xi, but before he finished speaking, the little emperor got out of the carriage with a skill clumsier than that of a three-legged cat.

"Lu Xiaofeng, thank you very much. From now on, you can drink the wine at home as you like." The little emperor waved his hand and got into the crowd without looking back.

Lu Xiaofeng got up to chase, but sat back.

Ximen Chuuxue opened his eyes: "He is the emperor, why don't you go after him?"

"This place is safer than the palace." Lu Xiaofeng said with a playful smile, "Of course you are more important, Xue'er."

Ximen Chuuxue put his long sword across his knees, took a deep look at Lu Xiaofeng, and drew his eyebrows.

The little emperor crossed the streets and alleys, with several more tails appearing behind him, including Wei Ziyun, a master insider, and Wang An, the chief eunuch.

"My lord, there are too many people in the Jianghu here, it's better to be careful with Lu Xiaofeng." Wang An, who had lost at least twenty catties of meat since going out, suggested in a low voice.

"This is the Daoist Temple of the Divine Lord. Even if the King of the South is in a hurry to jump over the wall, he will not dare to do anything." The little emperor glanced at Wang An: "If you are killed for treason, you will be beheaded at most, and if you offend the Divine Lord, you will go to the [-]th floor of hell, right?"

"My son is wise." Wang An wiped off the cold sweat, and scolded Nan Wang in his heart. He knew that the god was upholding the orthodoxy of the dynasty, but he was also jealous of evil, and his ambition was undiminished. I can't blame him for turning back.

Xishan Daochang, Liulipan, Xianyuan Road, and Wanglian Arena are the most popular tourist attractions in Taihu Lake, but the little emperor did not go to these places to join in the fun, and was not in a hurry to meet the gods. Instead, he filled the streets to try various new dishes. food.

Popcorn, roasted sweet potatoes, French fries, hot and sour noodles, corn on the cob... After eating, I went to the experimental field to work. Today I went to the Jiazi experimental field to catch insects, and tomorrow I went to the B experimental field to weed. He has a salary, but his interest remains undiminished. His goal is to work for a full month and apply to go to the Real Dragon Stone to visualize a real dragon and learn physical exercises.

When the little emperor was busy experiencing life, Ximen Chuuxue washed away the dust and appeared in front of Yunqiao. Because of Lu Xiaofeng, he didn't need to queue up like tourists.

"I'll wait for you up there." Lu Xiaofeng held a bamboo tube of popcorn, threw a popcorn into his mouth, and jumped up, like a white phoenix flying up to the sky.

A figure lighter than a bird disappeared into the sky above the clouds.

Compared with last spring, Lu Xiaofeng's lightness kung fu is no longer at the same level, it is out of the category of ordinary people, but according to Lu Xiaofeng himself, he has not even established a foundation, and he has not yet started cultivating immortals.

The end of martial arts is immortality.

Ximen Chuuxue clenched the sword in his hand, and lightly jumped onto the Yunqiao.

The cloud bridge is three feet wide and three feet above the ground. The clouds and mist are condensed, and the edges are floating and flowing, which is invisible and intangible. Only when the merits and luck are possessed, and the mind and will are passed, can the clouds and mist be transformed into substance.

Ximen Chuuxue stood on the cloud bridge, paused for a moment, and then resolutely walked towards the road from martial arts to immortality.

"Someone is crossing the cloud bridge!"

Under the Yunqiao, the onlookers were in an uproar, and many people from the rivers and lakes jumped towards the Yunqiao, and then fell into the air—the Yunqiao was still the same Yunqiao, which was hopelessly unattainable.

"Ximen Chuuxue, it's Ximen Chuuxue!"

People are whispering to each other, everyone in the world knows about the story of the god who came to snatch Ximen Chuuxue sword, and the god himself boasted that Ximen Chuuxue has unlimited potential, but for more than a year, Ximen Chuuxue has been retreating in Wanmei Villa , the idols of the swordsmen are Yujian Feitian Xue Yiren, Ghost Sword Wushuang Gongjiu, and people hear more about Xichen disciples such as Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang, etc. After Ye Gucheng stepped on the cloud bridge, many Someone mocked Ximen Chuuxue, the sword god, for being outdated...

At the end of the cloud bridge, Ximen Chuuxue took the last step, and Yu Luocha rushed forward.

"Xue'er! Daddy is so happy to see you in Xichen Palace."

Ximen Chuixue held his sword in front of him, and refused Yu Luocha's approach, and even looked at Yu Luocha in the same way as he looked at a stranger.

"Hmm." Yu Luocha sobbed hypocritically: "Father also had to do so, the teaching was too chaotic back then, and you were so young, so I raised you in Wanmei Villa to protect you..."

"Treat Yu Tianbao well." After Ximen Chuuxue finished speaking, he pushed aside Jade Rakshasa, looked through the smiling Lu Xiaofeng in front of the building, passed through the archway of Xichen Palace, and landed in front of the tall inheritance tree.

To be precise, it was Ye Gucheng in front of the inheritance tree.

Ye Gucheng held a piece of spiritual iron in his hand, and was about to accept the inheritance of the immortal method. Before his hand touched the trunk, he suddenly turned his head and met Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

Their eyes glued together, and the two swordsmen only saw each other.

The sword intent of the two rose, one was as vast as a blue cloud, and the other was as cold as ice and snow on a mountain.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help pulling Huamanlou out of the way, and joked in a low voice: "Are they looking at Wannian?"

Hua Manlou opened the fan to cover her upturned mouth, signaling Lu Xiaofeng to keep silent, Yu Luocha's expression was very dangerous.

If it was before, as a good friend, Lu Xiaofeng would be worried that Ximen Chuixue would meet Ye Gucheng, because when two peerless swords collide, one of them will be damaged.

But now, there is Teacher Shenjun, and there are all kinds of panacea, just fight.

"Zheng-"

A clear sword sound sounded.

The blue clouds dispersed, the ice and snow melted, Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng turned their heads to look at the source of the sound at the same time.

Xue Yiren leaned against the pillars of the archway with his arms folded, and the ancient bronze sword flew around him nimbly.

"Like Chaoyang, the future is boundless." Xue Yiren read every word, staring at Ximen Chuuxue, "Ximen Chuuxue, draw your sword!"

Xue Yiren took three steps forward, followed by the ancient bronze sword.

He said in a deep voice: "Let me see how strong the sword praised by Shenjun himself is."

Ximen Chuuxue stared at the ancient bronze sword for a second, lowered his eyes and nodded to show respect for his seniors. The long sword in his hand trembled in the sheath, but he did not reveal the sword's intention as he saw Ye Gucheng. sheath."

Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "You are sharpening your sword."

Ximen Chuuxue ignored Xue Yiren and looked at Ye Gucheng with bright eyes: "I'm sharpening my sword."

"If the sword is blunt, it must be sharpened." Ye Gucheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a smile: "Ximen Chuuxue."

"The heart of the sword is dusty and needs to be washed." Ximen Chuuxue also said, "Ye Gucheng."

"What are they talking about?" Yu Luocha was displeased.

"It's probably a swordsman's unique way of greeting." Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard and looked at Xue Yiren: "Senior brother Xue, you are also a swordsman, why don't you fit in with them?"

"Tsk." Xue Yiren flicked his sleeves and left, his voice came with the clouds: "I'm old, no young people like stickiness so much."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Chuixue, then at Ye Gucheng, thinking about everything.

A few Xichen Palace maids pointed and pushed each other in the distance, Qi Ling Suyu came over, and Fuxue was blessed by Ximen Chuuxue, her cheeks were glowing, and she said softly: "The god has an order, Ximen Chuuxue can remove the weapon Fang Ling has a spirit sword."

"Thank you, God, one sword is enough." Ximen Chuuxue refused, since his sword was his way, and when it became blunt, he sharpened it instead of changing it.

Suyu laughed: "Shenjun said, if you don't change your sword, after accepting the inheritance, you can go to the foundry with Mr. Ye to select spirit iron and reforge your sword. Sharpening your sword and raising your sword is also a way of sword cultivation."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng nodded.

The two stood side by side, accepting the inheritance of immortality at the same time.

Yu Luocha sighed, and Gong Jiu hooked his shoulders: "Let's go, uncle, don't look at it. If you have such a worrying daughter who is about to get married, why don't you help the real dragon carry the stone."

"My son..."

"No, he will be your junior brother from now on." Gong Jiu dragged Yu Luocha away.

Late at night, the cold wind is howling outside the window, tomorrow will be light snow, and the sky will cool down.

Wei Ziyun activated the meridians of the little emperor in the bathtub.

The little emperor grinned his teeth in pain and slapped the water. Wang An was more anxious than the emperor: "Aiyo, aiyo, lighten... lighten... let you be light!"

"It won't work if it's light." Wei Ziyun rubbed the emperor like raw meat, "It's done."

Wang An fished out the little emperor and put on his clothes with a distressed face: "My lord, don't go tomorrow..."

"Shut up, if you persist for another 20 days, you will be able to visualize the real dragon stone. Do you want to destroy my plan?" The little emperor drank a cup of tea and ordered Wang An to spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Things were recorded, and the growth of winter wheat was also outlined.

The little emperor was serious and didn't ask others to help him. He worked in Taihu Lake for one month, and worked in the fields for the first half of the month. Yue was valued by the person in charge and transferred to do the registration.

"Working continuously for one month, I will rest for three days starting tomorrow, and I can go to visualize the real dragon stone."

The little emperor thanked the steward, but when he came back, he put the certificate of visualizing the real dragon stone into the box.

Wang An asked cautiously, "Your Majesty won't be going to Xichen's courtyard tomorrow?"

The little emperor patted a thick stack of planting records and winter wheat growth diary: "I want to cross the bridge of clouds."

Wang An buried his head and dared not make a sound.

"I know that there is no immortal emperor in this world, and I don't want to live forever." The little emperor murmured, "But I need the power of Xichen Palace."