In a reception room in the First Emperor's Mausoleum Scenic Area, a group of five people watching the First Emperor's Mausoleum sat facing each other.
That's right, Li Qiuzi appeared after returning to the scenic spot, looking calm.
"My name is Li Qiuzi, and the surname of the master of Longhu Mountain is Xiao. The relationship between us is master and disciple. I am different from you. The surname of the master of Maoshan is Zhao. The surname of the master of Tianshi has always been Zhang. Yang Gong's Feng Shui has never been
I haven’t changed my surname. Do you think I can compare with you in this relationship? Is there any comparison? The son of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain is useless and he raises me as half a son, but the key point is that I don’t care what his name is.
Dad, right?" Li Qiuzi spread his hands and said with faint joy: "So, you young masters have rich resources behind you. Some of you are standing up and others are protecting you. If you lose this opportunity, you may get glared at by your own father when you go back.
Eyes will be fine, but if I want to go back to Longshan, what do you think will happen to me?"
Zhao Lijun said: "So, you are just waiting for an opportunity to grab some luck from heaven."
Li Qiuzi simply nodded and said: "You didn't say you took it for yourself, so I'm very happy to hear that, because my contribution is the same as yours, and I only have that one magical weapon, but it's wasted, right?"
We agreed before we came here that we should each rely on our abilities. There are some who can cross the sea quickly and some who can't. The difference between us is that the four of you worked in vain, and I got the benefit, so I don't feel a little bit.
Angry? But let me be honest, who of you were in the same situation as me and had this opportunity, would you seize it? Li Jun, there are two beauties guarding the city, please don't blame me, okay? We will always be teammates on the same boat, I
If you get better now, you will definitely have to work harder.”
Zhao Lijun waved his hand and said: "It's true that I feel unhappy, but since you got that luck, how can we squeeze it out of you? It's over now, just like you said, we are still here
On a boat"
Li Qiuzi touched his nose and said calmly: "Because I don't want people to keep saying that only Wang Kunlun is the only one in Longhu Mountain, and Li Qiuzi is the first disciple."
"You got that destiny from heaven...is there anything..." Yang Feifei'er suddenly asked.
Badao glanced at Li Qiuzi, but unexpectedly he sighed and said, "This matter is over, can we forget about it? It's like the five of us buying lottery tickets together and you didn't win five yuan, but I won only one
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"Okay, stop irritating people and let's get down to business. How can that guy named Xiang deal with him?" Zhang Shoucheng impatiently knocked on the table and said, "I broke a magic weapon and struggled with it for several days. I have to carry a pig thousands of miles away."
I just wanted to see the emperor's mausoleum, but I didn't expect to be intercepted in the end. Why did he get robbed like this? I asked my father for money and things because I called him dad, and he called me whatever he wanted.
?Why should we work so hard in front and let him sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor? If I want to raise a son, I have to choose a younger one to raise. Damn... maybe he will die. I'll go ahead and do some research. I have to deal with it.
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"Is it difficult to find someone if the four families unite?" Zhao Lijun said with narrowed eyes.
It's certainly not difficult for these four families to find someone, and the premise is that the person they're looking for doesn't know it yet.
That's right, Xiang Que came down from Mount Li after feeling that there was no hope for him to view the imperial mausoleum. He didn't know that an old Taoist spirit had possessed him and robbed others of their destiny. What he didn't even know was that he had faked his own death.
This matter has already been known to Zhao Lijun and others.
So, this thing went terribly wrong.
Xiang Que did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, he walked out of Lishan swaggering and wandered around openly.
Fortunately, something went wrong. When Zhao Lijun asked someone to inquire about Xiang Que, he not only gave a rough idea of his name and appearance, but also went out of his way to explain that this man had white hair.
This alone allowed Xiang Que to be considered safe and sound in a short period of time. The most obvious feature allowed him to escape countless crises that he had passed by.
Life is full of helplessness and coincidences.
Do you think there is a connection between Xiang Que, Zhao Lijun and Su Ho?
If there is no predestined relationship, why can millions of Bodhisattva sentient beings in the three thousand great worlds only meet each other a few times, and then have endless quarrels with each other?
If there is a fate, there will definitely be some bloody plots that will be pulled back and forth, one scene after another!
Three days later, at the top of Mount Huashan.
Well, after Xiang Que left Lishan Mountain, he strolled to Huashan Mountain without any incident, because he had been feeling depressed recently, and the source of his depression was that he had inexplicably lost his memory for more than a month.
What on earth had he done in the past month or so? After thinking about it for a few nights, he couldn't remember it. He was completely helpless. If he hadn't been in the woods of Lishan Mountain, Xiang Que would have been afraid that he would be fascinated by someone. Sent to the nightclub to pick up work.
After arriving at Mount Huashan, Xiangque hiked to the top of the mountain and felt the magnificence of the sea of clouds and fog, which relieved his extremely aggrieved sentiment.
At the top of Huashan Mountain, it was around three o'clock in the morning. Xiang Que, who had rested on the mountain for most of the night, yawned and climbed up to watch the sunrise.
In the distant sky, the sun rises under the white clouds, and a ray of morning sun is looming, as if you can reach out and touch it, it is far away in the sky but very close at hand.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and then exhaled it slowly, letting the depression that had been squeezed in his heart for a long time slowly flow out of his chest and abdomen. That turbid breath had made him unhappy for a long time.
At seven o'clock in the morning, I finished watching the sun, no, I finished watching the sun. Then I went down to the top of the mountain and ran to the Changkong Plank Road to enjoy my own experience.
The Long Sky Plank Road is on the mountainside east of the south peak of Huashan Mountain. It was built by He Zhizhen, the first generation master of the Huashan School, Gao Dao of the Yuan Dynasty, in order to stay away from the world and practice meditation to become an immortal. He inlaid stone nails and built wooden rafters on the cliff. To put it simply, ordinary people can go up it. My calves are shaking.
Xiang Que is also afraid, because he is slightly afraid of heights. If he hadn't been too depressed and aggrieved recently, he wouldn't want to walk up there stupidly.
"Hey, buddy, can we take a good two steps? I'm going to fucking pee after your little wandering." There was a young man in his twenties in front of Xiang Que. After getting on the plank road, he walked more than a hundred Mi, my legs were obviously shaking as if they were equipped with electric motors, and Xiang Que in the back was a little nervous.
The young man looked back with a mournful face and said: "Brother, I fucking regret it. Let's talk about whether you can retreat. I want to go home to my mother."
Xiang Que said speechlessly: "Do you think it is easier to drive in forward gear or in reverse? There are more than a dozen people behind me. Do you want us all to go back in reverse?"
"If I don't fall, the key is that I can't walk anymore."
"Take a deep breath, don't be nervous, don't go down, straighten your eyes forward and don't squint."
"Brother, please talk to me. It may distract me from my nervousness and I may feel better."
"Well, okay, just say what you want to say and just leave well." Xiang Que nodded in collapse.
"Brother, who are you from? Your accent sounds like you're from the Northeast."
"Well, what about you?"
“I am from Dali, Yunnan Province”
"Oh" Xiang Que said, and said nothing.
"Hey, brother, are you from the Northeast? Are you from the black club?" the young man asked timidly.
Xiang Que was speechless and asked confidently: "Brother, then you can show me how to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword."