City Lord Qin said with worry in his eyes: "Since Hall Master Ye used Feng Ling's battle robe as an excuse to entertain all the nobles, once the gate of the Martial Arts Temple opens and all the nobles arrive, there will be no way out."
"What's the way out?"
Qin Tieniu frowned and asked in confusion.
"The Feng Ling Battle Robe is a relic left by five hundred war gods. It is no longer a battle robe. It contains the efforts and beliefs of five hundred sacrificed heroes."
City Lord Qin patiently explained to his silly son: "Palace Master Ye is too young and too immature to control the spirit of faith of the Martial Gods."
Qin Tieniu became even more confused: "Those five hundred martial gods are great heroes who sacrificed their lives for righteousness. Elder Ye, her martial arts heart and general spirit are no worse than anyone else. Is it possible that just because she is now, she must sacrifice her life for righteousness in the past?"
Has it been erased? Are the heroes in this world not distinguished by merit, glory and achievement, but by age? Then I am older than her, am I also qualified to sit on the throne of the palace master? "
These words that came out of his mouth can be said to have awakened the man from his dream, and made his father, City Lord Qin, suddenly enlightened.
Even this stupid son knows the truth, why can't he and the mediocre people in this world understand it?
They all seemed to have fallen into a dead end.
He held onto the age of Hall Master Ye like a bull by the horns.
But they forget that heroes sympathize with each other.
"Yes, why didn't you think of this as a father?"
City Lord Qin suddenly realized: "Wearing the Fengling battle robe does not depend on age, but on the unswerving martial arts heart and reverence for the living people."
He was just about to praise Qin Tieniu when he saw Qin Tieniu said arrogantly: "You don't know anything about this, how can you be my father?"
City Lord Qin: "..."
Unless it's out of time.
He really wanted to beat this kid's ass until it was bloody.
Qin Tieniu walked forward on his own, and said as he walked: "Today the autumn air is crisp and clear, I am very happy, and I would like to write a poem to my dearest Lord Ye."
This guy cleared his throat and started reciting poetry as if no one was watching:
"There is no love in the rainbow, there are many people watching in the Martial Arts Temple, I am the most handsome among the flowers, but I hope that the beautiful woman will be favored by the ox."
In the rear, City Lord Qin wished he could distance himself from him, and almost severed the relationship between father and son on the spot.
I simply couldn't see it.
This is not poetry.
He obviously came all the way to the Martial Arts Temple to propose marriage!
Everyone around was shocked.
Xiao Li and Tu Weiwei happened to come together to pick up the Qin family to the Sun and Moon Palace. When they heard about the marriage proposal, they both wanted to drive this person back to Xiaoyao City in a tacit understanding.
Qin Tieniu saw them and waved with great enthusiasm.
Tu Weiwei said with a dark face: "Qin Tieniu, writing poetry can be grounded, but you cannot be grounded."
Qin Tieniu curled his lips and looked at her rather sadly.
Xiao Li couldn't help laughing and smiled lightly.
Under the sun, a rainbow spreads behind her.
She seemed to be surrounded by brilliant lights, with her black skirt billowing in the wind.
Even the few strands of dark hair dancing lightly on the temples add a touch of stunning beauty.
Qin Jinnian, who was in front of the carriage, looked in a daze and looked a little crazy.
City Lord Qin carefully noticed something was wrong with Qin Jinnian and frowned.
He has never seen Qin Jinnian like this.
He is no longer a sickly person with serious thoughts, but more like a young man who is just beginning to have a love affair.
Then the voice prompts: "Jin Nian."
"Dad, I understand."
There was a touch of sadness between Qin Jinnian's brows, and he smiled desolately, his deep eyes falling on the girl in the black dress.
My heart felt as if it was being torn open by someone alive.
He lowered his eyelashes in despair and said: "A person like me should rot in the mud, swamp, or abyss, but he should not be contaminated by the light of holiness."
City Lord Qin hesitated to speak, feeling distressed between his brows and eyes.
I wanted to say a few words of relief, but found that everything seemed to be in vain.
Finally, there was silence.
Xiao Li seemed to feel something. He looked back at the man in a green shirt and raised his slender eyebrows.
With such a thin and sickly body, even if it was used for sword practice, it probably wouldn't be able to withstand a few blows from her.
"Oh, it's you."
A sudden sound broke the tranquility.
Xiao Li looked sideways and saw two groups of people walking together.
They are all old acquaintances.
Tianyu, the dual-power genius Yu Weiyu of the Huanyue Sect, and the saint Fu Bilian of the Tianlang Realm.
The person who spoke was none other than the noisy Fu Bilian.
Xiao Li frowned, showing displeasure.
Fu Bilian attended the ceremony in a well-dressed and well-dressed dress, and her red dress was like a blooming peony.
She glanced at Xiao Li and said with the utmost acrimony: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Xiao and Tu. Looking at the two girls, they look really good. It can be said that they are proud of the spring breeze. I am very envious of this holy girl.
, one person has attained the Tao, chickens and dogs have ascended to heaven, and Palace Master Ye can support you all by himself. Without Palace Master Ye, you are nothing."
Tu Weiwei's hand was already on the handle of the knife, and she slowly twitched the blade.
Suddenly.
Xiao Li pressed his hand on the back of her hand to stop the knife from being drawn.
Tu Weiwei looked at Xiao Li and thought about Chu Yue's appointment, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Xiao Li raised his chin, looked at Fu Bilian and others indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "Martial God Temple is not a place for you to be arrogant."
Fu Bilian smiled: "Yes, I have forgotten, this is the Martial Arts Temple, how majestic it is. Also, being a watchdog in the Martial Arts Temple is something you dream of, but do you really see yourselves clearly?
Ye Chuyue actually left the position of Beizhou monarch to Zhou Xuan and Lin Qian, but what about you guys? You stayed with her life and death during the Dragon Slaying Banquet, so what benefits did she give you?"
Yu Weiyu's eyes were deep and she pretended to be persuading: "Sage Fu, Your Highness Yuezun, she may have other plans."
"What's the plan?"
Fu Bilian said: "She just doesn't like the position of Beizhou monarch and wants to use a few lackeys. Moreover, the world says that she is self-reliant and will not let men down. Why did she give the position of Beizhou monarch to a man? She is
A flattering man looks down on women, yet he is respected and worshiped by everyone in the world."
"In this way..."
Yu Weiyu said in embarrassment: "Your Highness Yuezun is both the Lord of the Heavenly Domain and the Lord of the Ye Palace. She is also a very accomplished hero in the Lingtian Continent. But the two girls Xiao and Tu, so far, seem to be nothing but young heroes in the Wanxiang Domain."
Apart from that, there are no official titles, achievements or merits. They are all above Her Majesty Yuezun. I really envy the feelings of these people."
Xiao Liyuan was extremely patient and did not want to disturb the major events of the Martial Arts Temple.
Today is a big day for Sister Xiaoyue.
But...it doesn't matter how she is slandered. The only thing these people should not do is use words to hurt Sister Xiaoyue out of spite!
Xiao Li narrowed his eyes, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared like thunder.
His hand fell on the handle of the demon-breaking knife.
But at this moment, a burly figure came with an army, and every step he took was so fast that the mountain shook.
The man glared at them: "The Temple of Martial Arts is guarded by Zhao Ting, the God of Thunder and War. How can I allow you to act wild and dare to blaspheme the holy name of the Lord of the Temple? I might as well send you to the prison of the Temple of Martial Arts to live."