Back to the early Tang Dynasty as a fairy Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth: The old man leans on the old and sells the old? Mrs. Shangyuan is much older than the old man
Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth: The old man leans on the old and sells the old? Mrs. Shangyuan is much older than the old man
In the fierce wind howling over the Sea of Hell outside Penglai Mountain, a group of female fairies in colorful clothes were standing in the sky, looking seriously at the few in front of them who were wearing Taoist costumes and crane cloaks. They looked quite fairy-like.
people, the scene was very serious.
Whoosh!
A middle-aged man, also wearing a crane cloak, with fluttering sleeves, took off in the wind, soared up from Penglai Island, and flew over the Sea of Hell. After a brief look, he fell into the crowd of people wearing Taoist attire and crane cloaks.
asked an old man holding a quinoa staff.
"Mr. An Qi, what happened?"
"hehe……"
Before the old man holding the quinoa staff could answer, Kong Qing, the only Taoist priest in white standing among the female fairies at the scene, had already let out a chuckle that seemed to be mocking.
"Another one comes to stand on the field. The ones opposite are one, two, three, four...seven earthly immortals! Oops! These numbers can summon a divine dragon. I am so scared in my heart!"
As he spoke, Kong Qing turned his head and said to a woman among the group of female fairies who was wearing a green frost robe and had a peerless appearance.
"Shangyuan, it seems that Penglai is planning to show its strong strength and let us petitioners and troublemakers take the initiative to retreat!"
"No problem!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, the woman with extraordinary beauty pressed her hand on the long sword with yellow light flowing around her waist, waved her hand with a cold face, and said in an unquestionable tone.
"Even if Lord Penglai He comes forward today, he must give me an explanation for Shangyuan!"
After saying that, Mrs. Shangyuan raised her eyes and looked at the old man holding the quinoa staff opposite, and opened her mouth to ask.
"Mr. An Qi, since you said you can't hand him over now, I'll give you three days. Can you hand him over?"
"this……"
After hearing what the woman said, the old man holding the quinoa staff hesitated for a moment, and then replied with an ugly face.
"I can only say that I will do my best..."
"All right!"
Before the old man could finish his words, Mrs. Shangyuan on the opposite side interrupted his explanation without hesitation.
“If three days doesn’t work, then five days will work?”
"that……"
The old man just pondered for a moment and was about to speak when he was interrupted again by Mrs. Shangyuan.
"Five days won't work, right? Seven days should be enough, right?"
"Mrs. Shangyuan, I'm telling you the truth!"
The old man holding the quinoa staff looked at the aggressive woman and said in a helpless tone.
"Your escaped slave is carrying something that conceals the secret of heaven, so it cannot be calculated. We can only search slowly. I really can't make a conclusion on the specific time..."
"hehe!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Kong Qing, a Taoist priest in white, let out another sarcastic laugh.
"Shangyuan, did you hear that? What the thousand-year-old man means is that we should not be anxious and give him time to find it slowly. It is best to find a thousand-year-old man who is eight hundred years old!"
"oh……"
After hearing what Kong Qing said, Qingtongjun, who was standing in the row behind the female fairy and eating melon seeds, suddenly spoke to him.
"Qingwei, do you mean that Penglai won't be able to find anyone unless it takes eighteen hundred years to find someone?"
"of course not!"
With a contemptuous smile on his face, Kong Qing glanced at the Penglai immortals opposite him.
"What they mean is that after eight hundred years of finding Qian'er, even if we don't find him, we ourselves will have already forgotten about this!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Madam Taiyin, Qingtongjun, Dongxuanzi and the other female fairies instantly burst into crisp laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Qingwei!"
As soon as the white-robed Taoist priest Kong Qing finished speaking, a horse-faced Taoist priest in the opposite team suddenly became angry.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hey! Tianmenzi, do you think what Pindao said is wrong?"
Kong Qing waved his hands with a calm expression on his face and continued.
"If that's not the case, then when can we ask someone to give you and Mr. An Qi an accurate estimate... Is it three days, or five days, or seven days, one month, two months, one year...
"
Having said this, Kong Qing leaned forward slightly and said with a mysterious face.
"Tianmenzi, actually you and I both know that looking for someone is just a false story. After all, hasn't the escaped slave Pei Bingcao been stabbed eight times in the back by you, or has he voluntarily gone to swim in the Sea of Hell?"
"Qingwei!"
As soon as Kong Qing finished speaking, the middle-aged man opposite who had just arrived wearing a crane cloak suddenly had emotions on his face.
"If you dare to maliciously slander me, Penglai Qingyu, again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"hehe!"
After hearing the middle-aged man's threatening words, Kong Qing immediately sneered, held the sword secret with his backhand, and tapped lightly on a tripod-shaped ancient sword behind his back, and a snow-colored sword light instantly rose into the sky.
And rise.
"Why, are you planning to use force to intimidate you because you feel guilty? It's a pity that poor Taoists are not afraid..."
As he said that, Kong Qing raised his hand and raised his hand towards the other party with a look of contempt.
"Come! If you have the guts, show me how rude you Penglai can be to me!"
"Mr. Lang!"
Just after Kong Qingliang drew his flying sword, before the Penglai immortals wearing Taoist attire and crane cloaks across from him could react, Mrs. Shangyuan standing next to him had already spoken.
"Put your sword away first, don't be anxious..."
"All right!"
Kong Qing glanced contemptuously at the Penglai Immortals opposite him, then swiped his sword finger, and the sword light in the air returned to its sheath like a swimming dragon.
"Shangyuan, Pindao still said that there is definitely an ulterior relationship between the escaped slave Pei Bingcao and Penglai, so they will never hand him over to you. Look at An Qisheng's guilty conscience.
Does your old face look like someone who can keep your promise?"
"Qingwei, how dare you frame me and hurt others with your bad words!"
When he heard that Kong Qing was so blatantly framing them, the middle-aged man wearing a crane cloak was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and planned to step forward and take action.
"Today I have to..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the cold-faced Madam Shangyuan glance over, and she slowly pulled out the yellow sword at her waist.
"Le Xia, shut up, I have no place for you to talk here!"
When he saw Mrs. Shangyuan draw her sword, An Qisheng also waved his hand with an ugly expression.
"Le Xia, don't talk too much and stand down!"
"..."
The middle-aged man wearing a crane cloak looked at Kong Qing opposite him who looked proud and made provocative moves towards him. He gritted his teeth bitterly, but in the end he retreated with a look of reluctance.
After seeing the middle-aged man named Le Xia retreat into the crowd, Mrs. Shangyuan pressed the hilt of her sword and looked at An Qisheng opposite again.
"Mr. An Qi, you took in my escaped slaves in Penglai at the front, and blocked Mr. Qingwei from entering Penglai and arrested you at the back. But now you are searching in such an understatement, and you can't determine the time limit, so you want to perfunctory me. What do you think?
Does it fit?"
"this……"
After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, An Qisheng was speechless. After all, everything the other party said was clearly based on evidence, but he had no evidence for the fact that Qingwei, a little thief, colluded with the escaped slaves of Kunlun and framed Penglai.
He sighed helplessly and looked up at Mrs. Shangyuan.
"Then according to Mrs. Shangyuan's opinion, how should I explain to you?"
"Thousand-year-old man, you first protected Shangyuan's escaped slave, and then blocked Pindao's arrest. Now you actually ask Shangyuan what explanation you should give her?"
Before Mrs. Shangyuan could speak, Kong Qing jumped out arrogantly.
"You are relying on your old age to act like a hooligan, right? Let me say something fair, let's convene the major immortal capitals to hold a council and let the other immortal capitals judge and see if this matter is right or not.
You Penglai first sent spies to Kunlun, and then you killed people and silenced them after they were exposed!"
"Qingwei, don't talk nonsense!"
Seeing this Kong Qing come out again and again to cause trouble and frame up things, even the thousand-year-old An Qisheng couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.
"What does it mean to rely on the old and betray one's old age? In front of an ancient immortal like Mrs. Shangyuan, the old man's age is nothing..."
"..."
After hearing An Qisheng's answer, even Kong Qing, who had been deliberately provoking, couldn't help but be a little stunned. He blinked silently, and then gave An Qisheng a thumbs up and a like.
Pindao has known Shangyuan for so long, and this is the first time that someone dares to call her old... about her age in front of her!
OK!
You, a thousand-year-old man, are really good at talking. I am ashamed of myself and feel inferior to you!
After seeing Kong Qing's thumbs up, An Qisheng seemed to realize that he had said something wrong. Just when he was about to speak again to make up for it, he heard Mrs. Shangyuan's cold words from the opposite side.
of speaking voice.
"one day!"
An Qisheng raised his head and looked towards the opposite side, and found that Mrs. Taiyin and several other female fairies opposite were holding their stomachs and laughing, while Mrs. Shangyuan had a frosty face and looked at him with blazing eyes.
anger.
Then, he saw Mrs. Shangyuan raising a finger towards him.
"For the sake of the relationship between Kunlun and Penglai, I will give Penglai one more day. If you, An Qisheng, haven't handed over my escaped slave Pei Bingcao by this time tomorrow, don't blame me for asking for the mother's share."
Jingshen Sword has come to Penglai for a visit!"
With that said, Mrs. Shangyuan rolled her sleeves and turned around without hesitation.
"Mr. Lang, open the door, let's go back!"
"Shangyuan, wait a moment, Rong Pindao will add a few words!"
After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, Kong Qing first waved to her, then turned to face the group of immortals in Penglai and showed a bright smile.
"Mr. An Qi, what Shangyuan said just now is still not quite right. Pindao will add something for her. Remember, when you hand someone over tomorrow, you must be alive and kicking. The kind who has been hit by eight swords in the back or who has volunteered.
Don’t take out the bodies that jumped into the Sea of Hell!”