lazy cat hits cute

The white-haired old man broke the silence in the tent, and said slowly: "Master Chunfeng, the current matter is not to fight for 'it'." Whether it is a monster or not, but how to find it and understand it, so as to infer whether it is a monster in the Northern Wilderness. There will be foreign bodies born, don't you think? "

Chun Guanlan looked at the old man with a half-smile, "There is some truth in Mr. Fan You's words."

Governor Fan You sighed softly: "I am old, and my mind is not as good as before. I want to ask Lord Chunfeng for advice, how can we find it?"

Chun Guanlan surprisingly didn't have a bar, and said with a serious face: "There is no way."

no way?Everyone was in an uproar, and the purple-clothed man sitting next to Mr. Fan sneered: "Since Master Chunfeng knew that it was doomed to be futile, why didn't you inform the sects by flying the sword in advance? It saves us the trouble of running all the way to the Northern Wilderness, but in the end it was nothing!"

"Because, I just found out." Chun Guanlan spread his hands innocently, "At this time, I am passing the book on Feijian. It seems that I value the Spiritual Sect and despise other sects. It is not in line with the etiquette, so I have to trouble me to go there myself."

Hehe, you know how to respect people this time.This idea popped up in the minds of everyone.

The man in purple seemed a little unconvinced: "May I ask Master Chunfeng, who in your sect is the one who asserts that the Northern Wilderness can't be found?"

Chun Guanlan said calmly, "Beisheng."

The purple-clothed man's expression changed, his lips pursed, he struggled a bit, but suppressed his unwillingness.

The head of Fan's house stroked his long beard with his hands, thinking: "Bei Wanjuan, Beisheng?"

"There is only one Beisheng in the world."

Governor Fan sighed: "Since Beisheng said it, I have nothing to say. I can't find it, I can't find it everywhere."

Everyone agreed and said yes, the prince on the seat watched this scene in amazement, and the chill in his heart surged uncontrollably.

He asked in a deep voice, "What's the reason?"

Chun Guanlan looked at the prince in surprise, and the prince stared at him without showing any weakness: "There is always a reason for what happens, and there must be evidence for what you say. I just want to know, what is the reason why Bei Sheng can't find it?"

Chun Guanlan looked at the prince and suddenly laughed. This smile was like spring rain turning into green waves, which made people forget his previous arrogant words and deeds. They only thought that he was a modest gentleman, Wen Mingshengyu.

"Because it is unknowable, the 'it' inside is also unknowable. It does not belong to this world, and the causal line is outside the world. There is no way to deduce it, and no way to find it, unless the person who breaks through the realm and ascends can find clues , Ordinary people, etc., want to find him, but it is a delusion."

Governor Fan was still stroking his beard, two or three hairs were broken, but he didn't realize it.

"Is that enough? The rumors of the Northern Wilderness Demon are all over the Northern Wilderness Road, and the people are panicked. They only hope that the Chongling Sect will stand up and give the people an explanation to appease the hearts of the people."

He was completely disappointed, and even thought a little maliciously, aren't you very powerful in Chonglingzong?If you say yes, there is, if you say no, there is no.Then please clean up the mess together.

Chun Guanlan's response was in line with his wishes, he got up and bowed and said: "Your Highness' order, the Chongling Sect will do its best."

He should have been happy, but felt a little uncomfortable.

A meeting ended hastily.As soon as he returned to the tent, he spread out on the couch, refused to get up without saying anything, rolled on the couch for a while, the breath was still stuck in his heart, and he couldn't get up or down.He said angrily: "That Chun Guanlan is really hateful! After Gu Ri ascends the throne, someone must have his head chopped off!"

The old eunuch who was following behind said softly: "Your Highness, don't just joke around, the peak master of the Chongling Seven Peaks is not so easy to kill."

"I don't care, I don't care!" The prince covered his ears and rolled on the bed.

The old eunuch smiled helplessly, and waved his hand to order the maid to come in with a basin of water for washing feet.It should have been prepared a long time ago, and a bucket of steaming water was brought in.The water was a strange lake blue, exuding a soft fragrance, a few golden slender petals floating on the water, and a hot towel was placed beside the bucket.

"Your Highness, let's soak your feet."

The irritable little prince turned over and sat up obediently, and stretched his legs to let the old eunuch take off his black leather boots and white socks, revealing a pair of delicate and lovely feet. Pink scars spoil the unblemished beauty.

The toe touched the water, and instinctively flinched, the old eunuch said: "It's been soaked so many times, Your Highness is still afraid of pain?"

"I just want to try whether it's hot or not." The prince muttered, stepping hard into the water, frowning for a long time before letting go.

The old eunuch wrapped his feet with a towel and massaged the acupoints firmly and gently. The prince supported his chin with a sad expression: "Elder-in-law, who is Beisheng? Is he very powerful? Why is he convinced by Mr. Fan?"

"Bei Sheng is the genius of Zhengjun Peak of the Chongling Sect. He practiced Taoism at the age of five, established the foundation at the age of seven, formed alchemy overnight at the age of 15, crossed the sea by boat, and went to Qingzhou to challenge the sect's genius. He won seven battles and seven wins. He is an unborn genius. Beiwanjuan, because it is said that he reads everything, never forgets it, and has the ability to know all kinds of dharmas, so people respectfully call him "Northern Wanjuan".

The old eunuch raised his head and said, "Your Highness, your cultivation talent is not weaker than his, but you have to work hard, and one day you will go to other Haizhou to challenge a few geniuses and make a name for yourself."

The prince asked curiously: "Are other Haizhous more powerful than Yongzhou?"

The old eunuch smiled softly: "It's not only powerful, it's several times stronger."

The crown prince's mouth shrugged. After all, it was too far away. He didn't worry about it at all, and asked again: "Why is he so sure that he won't be able to find the Northern Desolation Demon, just based on his false name of Beiwanjuan? He is nothing more than a bookworm who likes to read. That's all."

"Fame is something that is sometimes false and dispensable; sometimes it is real, and people have to believe it." The water in the bucket was a little cold, and the old eunuch took the dry towel from the maid and lifted it up. Wipe dry with one foot: "Bei Sheng is fond of reading ancient books, and loves to study ancient history. It is said that he went to Qingzhou to challenge the genius of the Zongmen for a few rare ancient books. It can be said that no one in Kyushu knows the ancient times better than him. .”

"Beihuang has a long history, and may even be the same age as Yongzhou. In this regard, he is an irreplaceable authority."

The prince's mouth was even more constricted.

The old eunuch put on the socks for him, and said softly: "Your Highness is tired, do you need to rest?"

The prince groaned, and lay down in big characters. The old eunuch got up and backed away, and the maid stepped forward to cover him with a thin velvet blanket. He lifted the blanket, rubbed his left foot against his right foot, and wiped his socks off, thinking of something, Hurry up and call out: "Eunuch!"

The old eunuch turned around: "What else does Your Highness have to say?"

The prince winked at the old eunuch, the old eunuch understood, waved and ordered all the maids in the tent to go out and approach the bed.The prince turned his body sideways and whispered, "Eunuch, at the meeting, I felt as if someone touched me."

The old eunuch raised his eyebrows: "Huh? What's going on?"

"I just feel that someone touches me, and my fingers are cold." The prince looked confused. , "I don't know what's going on, I can't even see him with Ziji's real eyes, but I don't think he has any malicious intentions, do you think it's strange?"

Ziji Zhenyan is the highest level of delusion-breaking pupil art of the Hongling royal family. Although the crown prince is still inexperienced, his attainments in this area are not low. The mysterious figure that Ziji Zhenyan can't see obviously has a lot of origins.

The old eunuch took away the socks under the blanket calmly: "The prince protects his body with dragon energy, and he dare not deceive himself with evil things. I will ask Mr. Qi Ge to come and have a look later, and I must check it out."

The prince hummed vaguely and closed his eyes.The old eunuch walked out of the tent lightly with his socks in his pocket.

The moment the old eunuch left the tent, the prince immediately opened his eyes, sat up wrapped in a blanket, his eyes rolled around.

"Are you there, are you there?"

Zhang Qingyang almost thought that he had been discovered, but soon found out that he was not.The prince turned his head back and forth, his pupils were deep purple: "I know you're here, right?"

……

"There are so many spiritual formations in the camp, and none of you have been found. You must be very powerful." The prince said to the air, full of hope, "Did you fail to ascend in ancient times, and your soul fell asleep, and you just woke up today?"

……

He seemed to believe that Zhang Qingyang was an ancient powerful soul, and said seriously: "My name is Minghuang, the Ming of the sun and the moon, the Huang of Yuhuang, the water-based heavenly root, I am very smart, you will not suffer if you accept me as an apprentice. In the future, I will definitely repay you, and help you resurrect your body and ascend to the fairy world!"

……

Ming Huang tentatively asked: "Grandpa, is that okay? How about showing yourself?"

……

He rolled his eyes: "Sister? Can you do it?"

Zhang Qingyang felt that he had to go.

There are a total of 35 local chronicles of Donghuang Dao. The old scholar wanted to buy only a few of them that might be useful to Zhang Qingyang, but the owner of the bookstore refused to agree and insisted on selling the whole set. I asked a servant to help me mention my classmate's home, and my heart was bleeding from pain.

He couldn't carry so many books by himself, so he picked and picked, and only selected a few annals of mountains and rivers, an annals of strangeness, and no other annals of people or customs.

The classmate with his hands behind his back watched him pick and choose with great interest, and wondered: "Old Zheng, what are you doing?"

The old scholar didn't even raise his head: "My students want to read local chronicles, and I can't bring so many, so I can only pick up a few books and read them first."

The classmate sneered: "Your student is also interesting, what's so interesting about the local chronicles." Today, the school where he works is on vacation, and he has a lot of free time. He picked up a book and read it. Picking up a copy of "The History of Talented Talents" and ignoring it, he exclaimed: "Beisheng?"

"Um?!"

The classmate was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth: "Beisheng! He came from Beihuang Road!"

Bei Wanjuan's name spans both immortal and mortal realms.The old scholar snatched the book with his hands, and Beisheng's name was prominently printed on the front page: "Beisheng was born in Zhangjialing Village, Beihuang Road. He was born in the middle of the night. From time to time, a blue giant star rose from Beihuang, as big as the moon and night as day." At the age of one, he could speak, and at the age of two, he could recite poems, and his mind was supernatural. At the age of four, he met the elder of the Chongling Sect, You Ye, and took him as a disciple. Proud of God."

"Man of Destiny." The old scholar sighed with half envy and half regret, dropped the book, sat down and stared at the blue book cover for a while, picked it up again, rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeve.The classmate looked at him and frowned, thinking of the long gone past, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

We are born as human beings, and our lives are different.