Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Luminous sky, bright golden light, this kind of spectacle has attracted a lot of discussion among the disciples in Dongshan. Yu Pang, who was practicing swordsmanship in front of Mingzhao Hall, couldn't help but stop training when he saw this. pain.

Standing behind Yu Pang, Yuqian held the scabbard in his hand, and said concisely: "...you are dead."

Yu Pang turned around and was about to pinch Yuqian: "Despicable! Shameless!"

Yu Qian quickly dodged to avoid Yu Pang's hand, flicked the scabbard, and hit Yu Pang's chest with a bang: "... died again."

Yu Pang was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood: "Where is the time to practice now! Look, what kind of celestial phenomenon is this? Do you want to tell Xiao Jiu?"

Yuqian put his sword back into its sheath, and did not look up, but looked down at the golden light that filled his sleeves: "No need, this golden light spreads all over the sky, and Xiao Jiu will see that how to deal with it is something he should worry about. I All I know is that we have to practice harder, the evil way has been rampant recently, if we can't rely on the fairy world, we can only save ourselves."

Yuqian has always spoken like this, but his words are sonorous in a few words. Hearing the words, the disciples of the Yu family who scattered in twos and threes to watch the excitement felt ashamed, and everyone returned to their respective positions.

When Yu Pang was mentioned by Yu Qian, he also felt sorry for him, and was about to continue practicing the sword formation when he saw a glazed white figure stepping in from the main entrance.

He walked swiftly like the wind, and when the guarding disciple saw who the visitor was and hurriedly knelt down, the visitor had already stepped into the door, leaving only a strand of clothing floating in front of his eyes.

Yu Pang and Yu Qian were all taken aback, they couldn't help prostrating on the training platform, and called out in unison: "Father."

Yu Zhongyuan's expression was cold, his eyebrows were condensed and his hands were folded, and he said coldly: "Where is Yu Miao?"

The kneeling brothers immediately exchanged glances, and Yu Pang's shocked expression was completely revealed. Although Yu Qian was as serious and cold as ever, he swallowed instinctively before answering: "... back to father, Patriarch Yu Now we should deal with affairs in Fanghe Pavilion."

... At this time, the two of them felt the same turbulent waves in their hearts.

In Dongshan, why did his father call Xiao Jiu's name so angrily?

...Could something have happened?Or did the father already know about the resurrection of the younger siblings, and the fairy world forced him to come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime?

Yu Zhongyuan was furious, his face was blushing, his lips and teeth were trembling, and he managed to utter a complete sentence: "Come here, lead the way."

Who has ever seen the former Patriarch lose such a temper, one of the disciples guarding the gate hastily stepped forward and led Yu Zhongyuan to the Fanghe Pavilion.

Yu Zhongyuan didn't even look at the twin brothers on the stage, turned around and walked away.

That powerful and indifferent demeanor, as overwhelming as Mount Tai, silenced all the people present, and Yu Pang couldn't recover for a long time.He swallowed his saliva, and grabbed the corner of Qianyuqian's clothes: "Brother Seven... Let's find someone to inform Xia Xiaojiu..."

However, his proposal did not receive a response for a long time. Yu Pang turned his head and found that Yu Qian seemed to be stunned, his eyes tightened, and he took a few breaths with a pale face, and then asked irrelevantly: "...Guanyin, what are you doing?" Do you feel... that he is not like his father?"

Yu Pang was taken aback, and just about to joke about when Yu Qian was so suspicious, his throat stopped when the words came to his mouth.

...He seems to have seen a similar scene...

By the way, it was more than three years ago. Xiaojiu left Dongshan and went to Lankeshan to look for his younger siblings but returned without success. When he returned to the mountain gate, he had such an expression of frost and snow on his face and eyes full of fire ...

The two brothers looked at each other face to face, and saw the disciple who had just got up at the gate of the mountain and fell to his knees again. In the voice, there was a strong sense of disbelief and surprise: "...Patriarch!"

Yu Zhongyuan was about to step into the threshold, but when he heard the words, he backed away, and said with a smile on his face, "...I've said it all, the Patriarch of Dongshan is Xiao Jiu, not me, Yu Zhongyuan."

After being dumbfounded for a while, Yuqian was the first to react. Before he even had time to salute his father, he raised his hand and said, "Encircle Dongshan! Don't let it go..."

Before he could finish speaking, his movements froze in mid-air.

All the people in front of the Mingzhao Hall fell into absolute stillness.

The wind stopped, the trees were still, the birds were silent and the snow was still. The disciples who had practiced the sword array had developed a defensive heart before Yuqian finished speaking, and assumed the posture of preparing to draw their swords out of their sheaths. Now it is stagnant in midair, only the golden light that has not faded from the sky casts a charming light and shadow on the blade.

"Yu Zhongyuan", who had been ushered into the back court in winter by the disciples of the gate, looked back and saw that he was an official in Yu's robe.

His Qi'ao green bamboo-like appearance complements Yu's clothing perfectly.

But he seemed to be covered in a shell that suffocated him, and he tore off the collar of the clothes with a look of disgust, revealing a collarbone as deep as an inverted bowl.

... dog skin.

When he takes Anu down the mountain, he must take a good bath to wash away his filth.

He bumped into Yu Zhongyuan at the foot of the mountain, so he decisively pretended to be him, and climbed up the mountain first, just for the sake of convenience.Now that he was exposed, he didn't rush or panic, he just stretched out his right hand, facing the dead silence in front of the Mingzhao Temple, and turned his wrist slightly.

Immediately, the light and shadow around him changed subtly. Yuqian raised his hand to order the disciples to return to the original position, and the positions of the disciples also changed significantly. In such a state, even Yu Zhongyuan retreated all the way, remounted the sword, and controlled the sword all the way, retreating back to the foot of the mountain.

Very good, now at least in Mingzhao Hall, no one will remember that they have been here.

But Qingguan was still dissatisfied, he withdrew his mana and stared at his palm.

Not enough, not enough at all.

Now, he tried his best, but he could only reverse the situation for half a day.

... He is too weak to protect Anu well.

Damn it!When his soul was torn apart in his previous life, he had split most of his divine power, leaving him with a magical body that could make illusions, but he couldn't do what he used to...

He pushed the gatekeeper disciple who had been knocked out by himself to the side, tiptoed, and sprinted in the direction of Fanghe Pavilion that the disciple had pointed out to him just now.

After the Qingguan withdrew and left, the frozen people in front of the Mingzhao Hall regained their ability to move.

No one remembers that Qingguan has been here before. Yu Pang looked up at the sky happily, but before he could take a look, he was slapped firmly on the back of the head by a scabbard, followed by Yu Qian's cold voice: "...you are dead."

……

Just now, Qingguan covered the entire Mingzhao Hall with an enchantment, and it only took a moment. He can guarantee that Yu Miao, who is in the Fanghe Pavilion, will never be able to detect the flow of spiritual power here.

...He wanted to see what Yu Miao was going to do to his Anu!

He strode towards the Fanghe Pavilion with big strides, forming a formation with one hand, covering the entire Fanghe Pavilion, and at the same time expeling a piece of spiritual power across the air, tearing the courtyard door leading into the Fanghe Pavilion to pieces, and the people in the courtyard The plum blossoms flew across the sky in an instant, like fire and snow.

The moment the courtyard door broke open, he heard a voice that made him tear up.

Inside, Jiang Xun was already crying so hard that he couldn't even breathe, he was crying, panting and cursing: "Yujiu, I...fuck you...Ahhh!! I dare not, I didn't, I didn't... ...Well~ I really didn't have anything to do with him...I didn't have anything to do with him, I swear, I promise, you forgive me, forgive me!!!"

Qingguan was stunned in the middle of the snow.

The plum blossoms fell like snow on his shoulders, and he was still in a daze.

Anu... Anu?

That's right, it's Anu...

Anu often talks like this, sometimes when Anu gets hurt and hurts, he will moan and act like a baby to himself...

However, he remembered it clearly, because Anu didn't like to do that kind of thing, and he was afraid of making him hurt, so he couldn't bear to do it all the time.

...When I endured it hard, I bought some pictures and imagined the unparalleled man in them as Anu, so as to dispel the anger in my body.

...Why?

What is his Yumiao?Why is he?

Qingguan gradually began to tremble, his spiritual power was concentrated in his hands, and he was about to break through the door, when he heard the whimpering and crying inside subsided, and raised his head again, the door of Fanghe Pavilion suddenly opened.

Qingguan's judgment was ultimately wrong.

Yu Miao's spiritual power is no longer what it used to be, and he can clearly sense the changes in the Mingzhao Hall even through a barrier, let alone outside the Fanghe Pavilion.

...But he doesn't like to give up halfway, he always has to finish the job.

He was wrapped in a layer of thin pajamas, and the sporadic mottled marks on his body were clearly visible. Because of a thin layer of sweat, the clothes were close to his body, and there was a word "Xun" on his chest, which was clearly visible.

Ever since he saw Qingguan, his eyes became indifferent, like a bone-cut steel knife, with a shimmering texture, with a proud expression that seemed to be polished by a whetstone: "Who comes here to disturb me? Is the Crane Pavilion quiet?"

Without any further hesitation, a ray of golden light shot out from the palm of the Qingguan, stirring up the petals of the plum blossoms that had just fallen all over the ground, flowing with vermilion and splashing green, and the brilliance was overwhelming, but the edges of each plum blossom were glowing with steel color, heading straight towards the jade. Miao gouged out, wherever he went, the rocks shattered, and the talismans turned brightly, with the effect of cutting gold and jade!

But Yu Miao only raised his hand, and the rain of plum blossom knives condensed in the half space. He stood sideways and clenched his fist. The red and white plum blossoms danced for nine days and returned to the branches. .

……what?

...Why does this person know the spells in the "Hongmeng Shenpu"?

Qingguan was surprised, but he didn't think too much. The moment Yu Miao clenched his fist, he leaned forward and rushed towards Yu Miao. Yu Miao was not afraid. Flying out of the room, the moment the hilt of the sword landed on his palm, he made a flat swing. Halfway through the swing, it seemed that he had hit something hard. There was a clang sound, which forced people's eardrums to burst into pain.

——Qingguan's left hand turned into a mixed sword, forcibly withstood Guangcheng's blow.

But to their surprise, the immortal sword in Qingguan's left hand was exactly the same as Guangcheng's!

Even if the strangeness came to this point, neither of them would withdraw their hands and ask for clarification.

Qingguan approached Yu Miao, and the faint fragrance that belonged to the cicada slave on his body became more and more intense, which made Qingguan's color change violently, and he continued to strengthen his hands: "Yu, return Anu to me, otherwise , I leveled your entire Eastern Mountain!"

Yu Miao's expression was iron, and he didn't say a word.

... Three years, three years, three full years.

Three years is enough, no more.

There can no longer be any separation, and it is impossible for him to allow Jiang Xun to disappear by his side.

Yu Miao couldn't wait any longer, and if he waited any longer, he would go crazy.

The Guangcheng room was full of light, and a steady stream of spiritual power was poured into it. Qingguan's left hand was also full of majestic light. On the blades of the two, light waves flowed, spells crisscrossed, and the situation was very terrifying.

Until both of them realized that if they didn't withdraw again, Fanghe Pavilion would collapse and the people in the room might be injured, they withdrew their sword energy almost at the same time, stepped back a few steps, and then became a stalemate.

The sword qi and spiritual pressure criss-crossed and twisted each other, and finally exploded a gorgeous cold smoke in the air.

Yu Miao waved his Guangcheng, his tone was indifferent, but his words were loud: "... Yu Miao's three-foot sword is here. Buddhas, demons, demons, and immortals must pass here and leave their heads behind."