lazy cat hits cute

Ming Huang kicked over, "Stop talking nonsense."

The strange Liu Jing yelled: "The big unicorn tiger in Haosong Mountain found an ancient gate in Songyun Mountain! The ancient gate is the ruins of a powerful sect in ancient times. Da Chong went in with the bastard spirits of Baiquanlin, but they were heartbroken, so they discussed taking advantage of the opportunity of Qiushou to lure a certain prince and grandson to Songyun Mountain, and let the people go in to break the formation and die, and they would rest and recuperate. Restoring strength is good for the fisherman!"

"What about you?" Ming Huang knocked on Mulian's eyes, and those eyes flicked around in fright, "What benefits did they promise you, so that you would be willing to sacrifice your life?"

Guai Liujing said pitifully: "Nothing is allowed... They threatened me, if I don't agree, they will burn me, and I can't move..."

Ming Huang despises: "Trash."

"Yes yes yes, I am a waste, Your Highness, you have a lot, please forgive me!"

Ming Huang ignored its begging for mercy, and turned his head to look at the sky in the southeast corner. A sword light flew towards him rapidly, and it was as close as a thousand miles away. An old man in purple clothes with a long beard fell in front of him and gave a little salute: "Your Highness What is the purpose of calling the humble minister?"

"Go to Baiquanlin, and the two biggest guys in the Haosong Mountains, come here!"

Baiquanlin is one of the most wonderful places in the world, with so many kinds of springs, which are rare in the world.The springs are connected with each other by a huge underground river. The source of the dark river, deep in the spiritual veins of the earth, is the demon lair of the three-eyed toad.

The three-eyed toad's demon lair has taken advantage of the spiritual meridians, and the turbulent spiritual flow is constantly washing away at the demon lair day and night, but its injury has not improved in the slightest due to the favorable location, but has become more serious. On its demon core, slowly absorb the demon power and longevity, and slowly kill him.

It rushed out of the water with a roar, jumped violently, stepped on wood and flew stones, and headed towards the Haosong Mountains like lightning.

The one-horned tiger's injury was worse than that of the three-eyed toad, and he dared not come out of the monster's lair even though the three-eyed toad roared outside.

"Big bug! It's you who killed me, get out! Get out!" The sound of "get out" shook the Haosong Mountains, and the three-eyed toad spit out its long tongue full of poisonous saliva in anger, and the venom was everywhere Flowing, rustling of corroded stones, wisps of dark purple mist rose.

The one-horned tiger's extremely weak voice came from inside the stone gate: "Give up, we are dead."

At the beginning of the injury, they didn't take it seriously, thinking that they would recover after a short rest, and made a plan to attract people to join them. Now that the human race didn't come, they couldn't hold on.

The furious three-eyed toad suddenly calmed down.

It started to giggle.

Giggling and giggling, crazy to the extreme weird laughter.

"Big Cat, I know you still have a Transformation Grass in your hand, give it to me, you are dying anyway."

"...what are you going to do?"

"Me? Hahahaha! I'm going to tell everyone, everyone in Yongzhou, to come and die with us, to be buried with us. Everyone, all major repairs, no one can resist the temptation of inheritance, come to be buried with us, to be buried with us !" The three-eyed toad yelled wildly: "Buried with you!" The mountains echoed: "Buried with you!"

The one-horned tiger knew that the three-eyed toad's thinking was still too simple. If the news got out, no one would believe it, but... what if someone believed it?

After the overlapping echoes disappeared, the one-horned tiger opened the stone door with the last bit of demon power, and the stone door rumbled away.

He saw a human monk squatting on the three-eyed toad, busy peeling the skin and taking the bones. The three-eyed toad's head was hammered into mud by a huge force, and evenly covered the circular pit.

The human cultivator quickly took out the demon core, and the green and black sword intent entrenched on the demon core soared into the sky, and returned to its original place. The human cultivator stared at the place where the sword intent disappeared for a long time, and hurriedly put away the demon core and bone The demon skin and the poisonous glands are really used to their fullest potential.

He jumped off the demon corpse and stepped into the tiger's lair calmly. The one-horned tiger instinctively roared: "Humans dare to go one step further, my king..." It couldn't continue.

The human cultivator was dressed in purple, and the sword he was holding was a second-order spiritual treasure, which glowed with vitality in the lifeless tiger's lair. It was the sword that crushed the head of the three-eyed toad. The tiger looked so miserable that it closed its eyes after only one glance, preferring to die now.

Human monks have the spirit of national destiny, no matter what they say, their goal has been achieved after all.

The human monk walked around it, picked up the tiger skin on the top of its head, forced it to look up, looked carefully for a while, and said in a cold voice, "Well, it's not hopeless."

A small episode did not affect Minghuang's mood of traveling in the mountains and waters, he happily visited the beautiful places in the Qiushou paddock, and returned to the palace leisurely.

The report documents for the interrogation of King Shan were also presented. He temporarily put down the memorial in hand, read the documents, walked around the hall two or three times, and looked for Zhang Qingyang with the documents behind his back.

Zhang Qingyang lived in Shen Xingxie, Shen Xingxie was built in the East Palace Garden, facing the water, the courtyard was full of withered lotuses and willows in deep autumn, giving a sense of bleakness.

He walked into Shen Xing Pavilion silently, and saw Zhang Qingyang painting on the desk with rapt attention to a pot of calamus. Ming Huang stood on tiptoe, raised his chin, looked at it for a long time, and almost laughed out loud: "calamus Draw like a three-year-old child.

But he still looked very serious.

Minghuang landed on his heel, took a heavy step, and said solemnly: "Your brush is good at painting."

Zhang Qingyang was startled, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the brush was about to fall. Ming Huang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and a sword of air flew out to knock the brush away. The drawing paper was swept away like lightning, and he stepped back ten feet away. With a flick of his wrist, he put on a show Appreciate it, and praise it loudly: "As expected of the calligraphy of Tianjiao of Weihui Peak, the calamus is slender and beautiful, dense and cute. I have to call the court framer to come over and mount it. After 80 or [-] years, I will definitely be able to exchange it for dozens of taels of silver." .”

"Don't make trouble." Zhang Qingyang came over and grabbed it with his hand, Ming Huang rolled up the drawing paper and dodged left and right: "No—give it!"

"I'm just drawing for fun, so I won't be able to get on the stage." Ming Huang thought he was too lazy, but he saw Zhang Qingyang's face was slightly red, "Don't make fun of me."

With great difficulty, Ming Huang restrained his playful expression, still kept the scroll behind his back, and said with a playful smile, "I like it when I look at it, so you can give it to me."

Zhang Qingyang is not willing to listen: "I will draw better pictures in the future." Then he went to grab it, Ming Huang simply threw the scroll into his mustard finger, and said provocatively: "Come and grab it!"

Zhang Qingyang slowly withdrew his hand, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, Mo Zhangyang can go out."

Ming Huang had had enough of making a fuss, Da Ma sat down firmly, and handed the interrogation report to Zhang Qingyang: "Let's have a look."

The document was very long, and Zhang Qingyang read it carefully. Ming Huang was so bored, he took out Zhang Qingyang's calligraphy and looked at it carefully, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Although the report document is long, it is not long-winded.The first point is that the stone gate of the ruins is located in the depths of Songyun Mountain, and it suddenly appeared recently without any signs. It followed the birth of the Wanxinyuan deceased, and there seemed to be some kind of connection.

The second point is that when entering through the Shimen, they entered the guardian formation of the ruins. The one-horned tiger and the three-eyed toad entered the sword formation at first, and suffered a lot of injuries. After a while, they suddenly turned into a poison formation. The three-eyed toad believed that it was highly poisonous and had no scruples. It didn't want to suffer a big loss, but escaped from the formation in embarrassment. The three-eyed toad even paid the price of shedding its skin in order to get rid of the poison.

The third point is the strange sword intent entrenched on the one-horned tiger demon pill. The sword intent is dangerous and stubborn. The Xuanyi envoy invited many capable people and strangers, but they couldn't get rid of it even after trying their best.

Just one sword formation is so dangerous, it is hard to imagine what the other killing formations of the big formation are like.

Zhang Qingyang closed the document, and Ming Huang said: "Should we join forces, as there are many people, there is great strength."

Teaming up... Zhang Qingyang's heart skipped a beat.

He stayed in Yunkong Mirage for more than three years, and he entered the capital shortly after he came out. He didn't know anything about the situation in Qifeng.

He wasn't too sure about joining forces.

"I have to discuss it with Master."

Ming Huang nodded: "You should go back too. That's right..." He suddenly moved closer, his eyes burning, "Do you still remember Rose Dew?"

"...Remember." Zhang Qingyang blinked.

"Actually, I'd really like to taste your rose water, but it's a pity that the palace rules were strict back then, and things weren't free—do you have any more?"

Zhang Qingyang brewed a lot when he was in Linggu, and buried it under the roots of the willow tree, so buried that he almost forgot about it.

If there is no reminder from Ming Huang.

Xiao Liu has a new owner, and she is very busy every day.Zhang Qingyang came to the gate of Jiaer, Ersan and Dongfu, the stone gate was closed tightly, and the willow branches fluttered lightly.

The jar buried under the tree is still there, and its weight is a little lighter.

Xiao Liu probably forgot him.

He suddenly remembered the old scholar's words: "A scholar dies for a confidant, and it is enough to have a confidant in life. If you want to put your heart on Yaoqin. If there are few bosom friends, who will listen to them?"

Reluctantly, the flowers fall, but Yan'er will not return.Zhang Qingyang hugged the jar, feeling lost.

Unrepentant Peak was still as cold as ever.

Chun Guanlan sat on the top of the mountain, in a daze, her sitting posture was not very correct, and she felt very sad just looking at her back.

He walked over lightly: "Master?"

Chun Guanlan woke up like a dream: "Qingyang? You're back."

Zhang Qingyang sat down beside him, and slowly told about the ancient gate of Songyun Mountain. Chun Guanlan listened quietly, and suddenly said: "So that's how it is."

Zhang Qingyang immediately became alert: "What's wrong, Master?"

"Shanwu just informed me that I am going to organize disciples to go to a certain site to explore the secrets with the disciples of Honglingguo Mansion." Chun Guanlan touched his head, "You, it's none of your business, and you don't care about anything. Wuming has already abdicated to the virtuous, and now the suzerain is Shanwu."

Zhang Qingyang was stunned: "Why...there is no wind outside?"

"Because the process was so peaceful, no one believed that the acting suzerain had changed positions." Chun Guanlan twisted Zhang Qingyang's ear forcefully, "You are the pride of heaven, you can't always be confused!"

Zhang Qingyang rubbed his ears: "How can Wan Wuming be reconciled?"

"Not reconciled? God knows what Beisheng said to Shanwu. One abdicates and the other rises. Everyone is happy. It's very good!" Chun Guanlan pouted.

Zhang Qingyang asked cautiously: "Then with the government..."

"A cooperative relationship has been secretly reached. At least within a hundred years, Hong Ling will not regard Chong Ling as a thorn in his side." Chun Guanlan looked at Zhang Qingyang meaningfully, "Are you happy?"

"..."

Chun Guanlan became serious, and said earnestly: "The sooner you seek a Taoist partner, the better. You have to learn to let go. It is not a good thing to be obsessed with love between men and women."

"...Oh." Zhang Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"For this expedition, Chongling and Guofu each sent half their troops, and because the ruins are dangerous, Shanwu said that he wanted to invite the old man from Yinfeng to come out and break the formation." Chun Guanlan's sudden words stunned Zhang Qingyang, "You still have to go?"

Zhang Qingyang was startled, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while: "Go, definitely go."

"Then don't regret it. When you see them, you have to do enough superficial respect for the teacher." Chun Guanlan seemed to have no energy, and yawned sleepily, "By the way, I found two pieces for you." Baby, I can help you practice." He rummaged in his sleeve for a long time, and after taking out a bunch of miscellaneous things, he finally found it, it was a picture scroll and a black inkstone.

"Mountains, rivers and four seasons map. The spiritual consciousness sinking in can be very beneficial to practice and comprehend the Dao. The inkstone is a Xingzhu inkstone. I collect rootless dew every morning and drink it in the inkstone. It can speed up my practice. The dew seems to be It can be used to draw talismans." Chun Guanlan yawned again, "Use it well, the scenery in the Four Seasons Map is closely related to your mood, don't get dirty. Heh... so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Qingyang opened the scroll and looked at it for a while, then somehow he remembered his calamus painting.

It's really ugly to draw.

For the next few days, he has been practicing the dragon-capture technique, and by the way, collected the dew needed for the Xing Subaru Inkstone.

He found a dozen cocoons clinging to the trunk of a mulberry tree.He plucked one, pulled the cocoon into silk, and the curled young moth lay on the palm of his hand. After blowing lightly, the young moth stretched its wings and flew away.

Tie the silk with his index finger, he raised his wrist slightly, and flicked his index finger upwards, the soft silk immediately flew up, and under the precise control of the dragon capture technique, it swept across the flowers and leaves in a meandering way, and when the silk was retracted, a string of The crystal bead vibrated slightly, the crystal bead fell into the star inkstone, like snow falling on the surface of a lake, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, the smooth inkstone surface was covered with a layer of fog.

Finally, there was a round drop of spiritual liquid on the inkstone surface, and the cold mist of Weihui Peak could no longer resist the eastern morning light, and it disappeared.

Zhang Qingyang licked it. The spirit liquid was cool and had a wonderful taste. When he carefully felt whether there was any change in his dantian, a small sword flew from the bottom of the mountain. There were only two words on the sword book: "Chuzong".

It's time to go.He put away the Xing Subaru inkstone, soared into the sky, and flew towards the Zongmen.

The sect has already gathered quite a few people.

Zhang Qingyang noticed that most of the disciples sent this time were older, [-]% were from Wuhui, and [-]% were from Lianhua. They gathered together happily and relaxed.As soon as he came, they immediately stopped laughing and saluted him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lian Hua's lovely girl was so focused on teasing her prickly fish that she didn't even look at him.

In addition to the disciples, there are also several gray-haired teachers who have studied the formations for hundreds of years on Yu Wenfeng.

There are three more people.

Bu Guangfeng Tianjiao Anhe, with a colder temperament than Zhang Qingyang, came here without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on his own, with his palms touching his natal flying sword, completely forgetting himself.

Suo Gufeng Tianjiao Bailishu didn't even know when she came here, her appearance was so ordinary that she could be forgotten in a blink of an eye.Zhang Qingyang glanced at her several times, but couldn't remember what she looked like.Just when she was wondering, she suddenly smiled, and said softly: "It's impolite to keep looking at a girl's face."

Zhang Qingyang Hao Ran.

Beisheng was long overdue.

When Zhang Qingyang saw him, his first impression was that he was thin, almost skinny, making people suspect that Zheng Junfeng didn't feed him.His skin is morbidly pale, buried in the pile of old papers all the year round, and his eyes are wrapped in cloth. Could it be that he is a blind person?

Once upon a time, Zhang Qingyang thought that Beisheng was far away from him.

It's so close now.

Do you want to go up and say hello?He hesitated, Beisheng seemed to sense something, and turned his head slightly to "look straight" at him.He clearly saw that Beisheng's lips moved, as if he was saying something, luring him to take a step forward to understand.

For a moment, he seemed to hear a few words: "My ring..." It was so vague that it disappeared in a flash, he subconsciously took a step forward, and suddenly woke up: No!

Beisheng stood where he was, motionless.

Just one face to face, Zhang Qingyang's back was soaked.

He smiled at him: "That's right." Then he said, "If I wanted to kill you just now, you were already dead."

Zhang Qingyang felt admiration from the bottom of his heart: "Brother, please advise."

"I can't give you any advice, you're not on the same path." Beisheng shook his head, "But your ability is indeed lacking, so I'll give you a book to figure it out for yourself."

Beisheng tossed him an ancient book, which fit his style according to the legend.

The title of the book "Qianwei" is a technique of breaking the illusion. The pages of the book are pale and yellow, with many traces of careful repairs, and the corners of the book are evenly pressed.

"It's my congratulatory gift to congratulate you on becoming a genius." He said.

The Chonglingzong team had already gathered, Beisheng coughed, and the chattering and laughing disciples quieted down.

He opened a wooden box, which contained a brilliant glass mirror. He tapped the center of the mirror with his index finger, and ripples appeared on the mirror, and a round head of a small thing poked out. He lifted it up, and the small thing flew out up the mirror.

The little fish "swimmed" to the sky, and its body became bigger and bigger.One foot, two feet; one foot, two feet, growing faster and faster, and finally, it swelled into a thousand-foot-long giant whale ethereal, with a fish body and bird wings, and a transparent body. huge silhouette.

"Go up." Beisheng walked in the air, flew straight to the giant whale Void Spirit, sat down on the broad back, and the others followed closely behind.

The flying speed of the giant whale Void Spirit is not fast, but it can cover up the aura of the Chongling disciples to the greatest extent, and it quietly crosses thousands of mountains and rivers, and flies to Qiushou paddock and Songyun Mountain.

Ming Huang had been waiting at the foot of the mountain, and when he saw the crowd flying towards him, he took a step forward and asked rather puzzled, "Where are the old ones that we agreed?"

Beisheng replied: "They like to show off, so don't wait for them."

Ming Huang choked for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or get angry, he said helplessly, "Let's wait for a while, lest they get angry."

Beisheng neither nodded nor shook his head, and stood straight. Zhang Qingyang looked at the few Tianjiao, but they were not interested in taking care of things, so he had to say: "Everyone, let's take a rest here."

The embarrassing atmosphere was finally relieved. Everyone was doing their own things, cultivating and teasing pets. Zhang Qingyang opened "Qianwei", read a few lines, and glanced at Ming Huang. There was no displeasure on Ming Huang's face. Joy, quietly adjust breath and regulate qi.

He lowered his head and continued to read "Qianwei", the content of "Qianwei" was complicated and mysterious, and he felt dazed after reading a line of words.

After reading two pages in a daze, there was a mournful sound of wind in the distance, and four rainbow lights flew towards them in the blink of an eye. The four fell to the ground, and the person on the far right took a step first, and cupped his hands at Ming Huang: "Mr. Chi Pu, I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The second person said: "My name is Xiao Wenyou."

"My name is Li Qing."

"My name is Rou Ning."

Three men and one woman, all of them are not old-fashioned at all, with outstanding temperament, among them, Rou Ning is the most important. They are dressed in fiery red gauze, and their appearance is as delicate and beautiful as a girl in their twenties or eight years.

Zhang Qingyang closed the book.

It turned out that his name was Chi Pujun, his name was Xiao Wenyou, his name was Li Qing, and her name was Rou Ning.

He could recognize their faces even in ashes.

He remembered that the first face he saw when he woke up was Li Qing's. He said that he was an old man from Yinfeng Peak, and that he was the previous peak master on Weihui Peak, so he was his great master.Seemingly inquiring about his physical condition with concern, he finally got to the point: "What did you say to Gulong under Wanxinyuan?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't remember."

Li Qing smiled: "How is it possible?"

"real."

Li Qing stopped laughing, and patted Zhang Qingyang on the shoulder with a soft voice: "I don't like liars." He slammed the cap tightly, and his five fingers burst into lightning, piercing into the depths of his soul, and he yelled, "Speak!"

……"talk!"

Hey, it's ridiculous.

Thunder fell into the sea, silently.Zhang Qingyang didn't feel uncomfortable, he just felt that Li Qing's hideous face made people laugh.

One needle, two needles, one needle by one pierced into the acupuncture points on the head, a "person" entered his purple mansion along the silver needles and wandered for a long time, Shi Shiran withdrew: "The memory has been erased, Using my Backtracking Pill may make him remember, but he is useless as a person."

"Is it okay?" Chi Pujun hesitated.

"It's okay to try, as long as his soul is still there, he can't escape from our hands." The voice belonged to Xiao Wenyou.

A woman clasped his chin and forced him to open his mouth. An incomparably fragrant elixir gradually approached. Suddenly, she bit her finger down, her teeth closed fiercely, and the two fingers as slender as onions were bitten off. Before the shrill scream of the woman in clothes overflowed her throat, Zhang Qingyang used the dragon capture technique, strangled the woman's tender pink neck, and hit the bridge of the nose with his fist impartially. Then he swung the second and third punches like lightning.The people around him roared and he heard nothing.

The cold iron chain strangled his neck, and he pulled it back violently. The owner of the chain never expected that the woman in red was also brought over. After a few breaths in the air, Zhang Qingyang swung the fifth, Six punches, almost turning the woman's face into a rotten watermelon.

A thunderbolt fell, and his body was almost charred. The woman in red lost her mouth and screamed: "Face, my face!"

"Use Soul Search! Soul Search!"

What happened after that?He doesn't remember anything.

Waking up from the cold in the cave on the cliff, the cold mist on the top of the mountain dyed his beard and hair white, Chun Guanlan sat and played the flute, Xiao Yin was warm and soft, like a lake in early spring heated by the sun, softly pouring into the heart, soothing the soul the damage received.

Xiao Yin stopped, Chun Guanlan asked: "Does it feel good?"

Zhang Qingyang stayed for a long time, then said dully: "I'm not feeling well."

"Then remember." Chun Guanlan threw out a roll of bamboo slips, and his body was scattered with the wind.

Then...then... Li Qing's face reappeared, and he said kindly, "I am the elder of Yinfeng."

"Zhang Qingyang?" His shoulder was pushed suddenly, and a strange and spicy aroma rushed into his nostrils. His mind was instantly clear, and he raised his eyes to see the original Bailishu, and she asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so pale."

"No...it's nothing." Zhang Qingyang tried his best to stand up, Bailishu said with a smile, "Go up quickly."

Ming Huang's troops built a temporary residence near the stone gate, surrounded by formations, and there were many forbidden air and forbidden barriers. There were always patrols and tight defenses.

The center of the residence is the stone gate of the ruins. The stone gate is half-embedded in the cliff, and the spiritual light surges in the gate, like a basin of turbid water swaying.

Ming Huang and several Yuanying Daxiu discussed with Beisheng's four elders for a while, and it was decided that two teachers from each side would send out two to protect Yu Wenfeng's teachers and enter the formation to explore the situation.The rest of the people stayed in the place to rest temporarily and recharge their batteries.

Zhang Qingyang was restless. He couldn't read "Qian Wei", he had no roots and no energy to collect, and he couldn't sit or stand. As soon as the beautiful scenery outside entered, it became cloudy, with lightning and thunder, and spiritual currents surged, making it impossible to practice well.

He immediately understood Chun Guanlan's words: "Don't get dirty."

His heart is uneasy, and the map of four seasons senses his heart, and he is also uneasy.

He felt depressed, so depressed that he was going crazy.Ming Huang saw it in his eyes, but he was anxious in his heart, but he was in full view, he was not as free as when he was in Qiushou, so it was not easy to enlighten him.

Five days.

The team that entered the big formation lasted five days and finally came out.Almost everyone was wounded, but a few teachers were so excited that their eyes sparkled and they were alive and kicking.When he sees Ming Huang, he doesn't care if he understands him or not, he opens his mouth like a string of nouns from the art of formation.Ming Huang finished listening with a smile, and picked out the most useful information from it.

The guardian array of the ruins is composed of the main array that provides the power to operate and the nine envoys array. The nine envoys are the sword array, the knife array, the fire array, the water array, the wood array, the phantom array, the poison array, the pestilence array, and the void array. .Among them, the fire array and the wooden array have stopped functioning for some reason and are lifeless.The void formation is the place of death, and it cannot be approached at all. The sword formation and knife formation are the most powerful, the water formation is the most treacherous, and the phantom formation, poison formation, and plague god formation are gradually less powerful.

The nine formations coordinate with each other, and the nine formations intersect each other two by two every quarter of an hour. If the complete formation intersects with each other, the power is doubled. If the intersecting is a fire formation or a wooden formation, the power will be greatly reduced.And the void formation will never be handed over to other formations.

"The handover of formations is traceable. If we can calculate the least powerful formation we pass, we will be able to safely pass through the large formation."

Ming Huang agreed, thinking that this is easier said than done?Beisheng is the only one who can do it, just because of Beisheng's bad temper... Tsk!

But it doesn't work if you don't try.

When Ming Huang invited Bei Sheng to play chess, he didn't have much hope at first, because he agreed readily and accepted the invitation on time.

What I want is not what I portray.

After half a game of chess, Ming Huang suddenly asked: "Sir, the chessboard has nine vertical lines and nine rows. Now take this half game as the starting point. How many possibilities are there?"

Beisheng dropped a son: "There are not enough stars in the sky."

"The Nine Arrays of Ruins, isn't it going to be much simpler?"

"No." He didn't even want to say one more word "yes".

"No more." Ming Huang lost the intention of playing chess, "According to what you said, we really can only rely on human lives to make up for it?"

"I have no choice but to force my way." Bei Sheng raised his chin lightly, "Really?"

"No."

Beisheng seemed to "look" at him curiously for a while, and said, "You have bad luck today."

Ming Huang couldn't figure it out: "What do you mean?"

Beisheng Shi suddenly got up, left, and said: "Wait a little longer."

Ming Huang was so annoyed that he wanted to lift the chessboard and hit him on the head.

At the end of Tianque Avenue is the Meridian Gate of the Imperial City. Next to the Meridian Gate, there is a Jinyun Lane.

A petal of flower fell and stuck to Guanshi Li's eyebrows. She raised her hand and brushed it away. A fat man in a red brocade robe came to meet him. It happened that an apricot branch on top of his head was broken by the snow and fell down. Dahongpao froze as if afraid of the cold Shrinking his body, the apricot branch turned into white foam with a "bang".

"Good morning, Li Guanshi." Da Hongpao smiled sweetly.

Li Guanshi was forced to stop, showing the most friendly and enthusiastic smile: "Morning, where are you going with your festive attire?"

Dahongpao smiled wide-eyed: "It's nothing, I'll go out and take a walk. You must see the snow scene in the imperial city. Is Guanshi Li busy? If not, how about going to Yunhuzhai to have tea and enjoy the snow together?" Yunhuzhai has newly produced Xue Junmei, and the taste is unique in tea."

Li Guanshi bowed slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your kindness. It's just that Zhuo Jing suffers from frostbite as soon as she enters the severe cold. I'm in a hurry to go back and deliver medicine to her."

"Guan Li's family is harmonious, and his wife is both healthy. It is really gratifying."

Li Guanshi smiled with cramp on his face: "Thank you, I'm going back."

"Yeah." Zhang Dahongpao snorted arrogantly, and the two passed by, contemptuously in their hearts: "Cut."

After throwing off the annoying Zhang Dahong robe, Li Guanshi hurried into Huai Wang's mansion, and after notifying the chief steward, he stepped into Jiangxue Garden for the first time.

Jiangxueyuan is the most beautiful plum garden in the capital.

In the center of the plum garden, there was a round table carved from a single piece of plum blossom jade, and the round table was equipped with only two jade stools. In King Huai's heart, there were only two people in the world worthy of sitting on this jade stool.

There is a jug and a glass of wine on the table, the color of the wine in the glass is emerald green, and the shadows of bamboo leaves in the wine are floating and sinking, and the steam is curling up in the cold air, melting the remaining snow on the table.

When the heat dissipated, King Huai picked up the cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, as if he drank a cup of March Spring into his belly, his face glowed instantly.

He was playing with the exquisite wine glass, his expression was light: "Is this true?"

Li Guanshi bowed his waist and said: "The news I got is very reliable. The one-horned tiger, the demon king of Songyun Mountain, said about the ruins. The overhaul has been brought, and it is kept secret from the outside world, which shows that the relic formation is very tricky, and he just wants to monopolize the relic resources."

"He dares to join hands with Chonglingzong, and he is not afraid of raising tigers." A cold smile appeared on King Huai's handsome face, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He got up and walked into the depths of the Plum Garden, the soft new snow under his feet creaked, and he couldn't help thinking about the alluring word: the ruins of the Holy Ancestor!

Ming Huang dared to join forces with the Chongling Sect, and his power increased suddenly, his situation was already very bad.

He kept it secret because he wanted to keep it to himself, so why not spread the news and spoil his wishful thinking.Fishing for fish in troubled waters, as long as you can get a few treasures of sufficient weight, why worry about not being able to get the support of Huashen Daxiu? At that time, what fear will Chonglingzong have?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, and the ambition in his heart swelled.He looked at the gray-blue sky with the northeast wind, a plum blossom in front of him was picked up by the beautifully curved eaves of the imperial palace, he reached out and picked the pink plum, squeezed it tightly, squeezed out the flower juice, and dyed his palm with fragrance.

While choosing his right-hand assistants under the diners in the mansion, he gave magic medicines and elixir, organized to go to Songyun Mountain, and at the same time went to other palaces to spread the news, but he did not expect to report from the dark, King Lin, King Ying, and a few friends who had good friends with King Ying Almost all the children of this aristocratic family know about it!

Who spread the news?King Huai had no time to think, he had to rush to Songyun Mountain before everyone else.

At the same time, Ming Huang on Songyun Mountain received the news. After a short period of shock and anger, he quickly understood who was secretly spreading the news.

Besides father, who else?

Feeling very angry after being deceived by him, so he played tricks to kill him?Ha ha, Ming Huang's eyes are cold.

But that's okay...he really felt how weak his father was now.If in the past, when the emperor was still in power, he would not have dared to lie about his results in the autumn hunt given him a hundred guts. Now that he has done it, the emperor did not directly order to recall him and reprimand him, but took the opportunity to play. The trick of killing people with a knife is enough to show that he has no powerful people around him.

But who informed the father the news?

While pacing and thinking, he screened all the people close to him. The most suspicious one was the prince who had taken care of him since he was a child.

Will it be him?

Intuitively, he didn't want to believe it, but his reason told him that he had to check it out.

Time was running out, and he decided to enter the ruins early, but was stopped by Beisheng who came over after hearing the news.

He still said: "Wait a little longer."

Ming Huang suppressed his anger: "When will it be?"

"Everyone is here."

Ming Huang was speechless and helpless, so he suppressed his restlessness and waited.

King Huai, King Lin, and Hongling's well-known clans came in droves, and Songyun Mountain became extremely lively.

Everyone wanted to enter the ruins first, but Beisheng stopped them. He sat in front of the stone gate of the ruins, like a majestic and unshakable mountain. No matter who came forward to question with a smile or angrily, he would always say the same thing Words: "Wait a little longer."

Someone relied on his connections to invite Li Qing and Lian Huafeng's lovely girl to put pressure on Beisheng.The strange thing is that the three elders, Li Qing, all had an attitude of having nothing to do with themselves, and even Huafeng Tianjiao was even more vague and ambiguous.

Ming Huang finally had the opportunity to invite Zhang Qingyang to drink tea during this free time.

Not just for tea, of course.

Zhang Qingyang's mood eased, his complexion improved a lot, and he was a little energetic.

"What happened to you those few days? You lost your mind." Ming Huang asked while taking out the tea set.

"It's okay." Zhang Qingyang leaned sleepily on the soft pillow, watching Ming Huang set out tea sets and stoves, boiling water to make tea, the charcoal in the stove was burning without smoke and odor, bright as amethyst, he stared at the transparent Charcoal in a daze.

"The tea is ready." Ming Huang rolled up his sleeves, "Why are you in a daze?! You still say you're fine, you look like you've lost your soul all day long!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't say a word, and picked up the tea bowl to drink tea.Ming Huang's tea art has made great progress, the tip of the tongue is full of rich fruity aroma, the mouth is sour and sweet, and the aroma has a long aftertaste in the throat.

He let out a long breath.

"Is it because of them?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ming Huang replied, guessing, "Since you hate seeing them, why come?" He curled his lips, added some milk to the tea according to his own taste, and mixed it with a spoon , making a crisp sound.He stirred for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and put his teacup down heavily: "You still owe me the rose dew, but you haven't given me yet!"

The author has something to say: the calamus painted by Zhang Qingyang, the real thing can refer to the painting by Mr. Qianlong.Guiding Zhonghua Bookstore on the scarf, keyword "Guang Qun Fang Pu"