My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity Chapter 284: Standing at the end of romance, laughing at the incompetence of death
Chapter 284: Standing at the end of romance, laughing at the incompetence of death
Tiansheng Palace.
Behind the Immortal Gate.
"Elder, has Chen Zhixing agreed to join our Tiansheng Palace?"
Mo Qingyue trotted over excitedly, looking forward to it.
She can't wait to see Chen Zhixing join Tiansheng Palace and the two of them practice Taoism together.
The silver-haired old woman didn't reply when she heard the words, but let out a heavy cold snort from her nose and moved forward with a puff of sleeves.
"Elder? What happened?" Mo Qingyue frowned and felt a thump in her heart.
"What's the matter?"
The silver-haired old woman paused, sneered, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Then Chen Changsheng despises our three Immortal Tradition temples and is unwilling to join our Immortal Tradition."
"This... is impossible!"
"Sister Zhinu, the weather is very cold. His body is afraid of damage, so he should retreat and rest."
...
"Ask him, what will happen to him if you arrive an hour late?"
After Lu Zhinu said the first sentence, he then glanced at the endless mountains and pursed his lips slightly, as if he had said something.
Bai Hu'er was firm and nodded: "Alive."
Sikong Zaichao glanced at Sikong Xuanji, then took a deep breath, his expression became solemn and said:
Lu Zhinu took the ginger soup and didn't drink it slowly.
Sikong Xuanji looked at Sikong Zaichao, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage, closing his eyes and concentrating, and spoke with some enthusiasm.
First.
The pebble that was at the forefront of my heart finally fell to the ground.
"...He can't brag, so don't take you with him."
One person was wearing linen clothes and carrying a sword coffin in front of him.
...
The silver-haired old woman stayed no longer and slowly left the empty space.
Don't wait for Mo Qingyue to finish.
...
Click!
When Sikong Xuanji heard this, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Sikong Zaichao hurriedly opened his eyes, glanced at Ke Xiaoxuanji, and said with an expression on his face:
As soon as this was said.
Huaizhou is in a mountain forest.
You first glanced at the group of expressive men in white robes standing in the cave in the pouring drizzle, and then looked at the two figures standing outside the cave with their hands clasped.
"Mystery, there is one thing you need to know."
Sikong Zai Chao Re smiled, then shook his head and said: "Of course the account must be settled, but now."
Ke Xiaoxuanji frowned and said: "Ancestor, is he known as the number one person in the ultimate realm?"
alive.
"A gentleman keeps his weapons within himself, ready to use them when the time comes!"
Lu Zhinu just looked at Bai Hu'er. There was no blame or resentment in these eyes that had gone through many changes but were always gentle.
Chen Xuanfeng opened his mouth, but he hesitated and sighed heavily.
It turns out that what happened just now is because our ancestors have a small structure. It is clear that they cannot make a decision, so they have no choice but to give in!
"Ancestor, did you members of the Sikong family die in vain like that?"
Following these words.
Lines of thunder and lightning shuttled through the dark clouds, and occasionally a bolt of lightning flashed past, causing deafening thunder explosions.
"Hu'er, if he definitely doesn't have a chance to see Chang Sheng, tell me for you."
"But this person is definitely as complicated as you think. I'm afraid that Chen Zhixing's magical powers and secret techniques have been passed down to one, one, four, four."
The roaring wind blew the branches outside the mountain forest swaying wildly, dust underground flew everywhere, and stirred up dead leaves all over the ground.
In the hands of the passing Lu Zhinu, even though he is dead now, he still holds tightly in his hands the gown that he had mended countless times for Li Changsheng.
The light rain poured down, like jade beads falling into a plate, making a splashing sound.
The voice fell.
Bai Hu'er stood silently at the door of the cave, looking at Lu Zhinu who gradually closed his eyes and lost all vitality.
"Failed?"
"Here, that's the ginger soup you cooked for him to relieve the cold."
Sikong Zaichao said in a hoarse voice: "If you had arrived even an hour later, it would have been enough for him to die one or four times!"
"Am I still alive?"
Ke Xiaoxuanji thought for a while and said solemnly: "I should be defeated by this owl tiger. Chen Daoyan, with the power of Hunyuan, is indeed..."
This golden carriage is pulled by four real dragons and has a white sun flag.
"Elder..."
Bai Hu'er handed the ginger soup in his hand to Lu Zhinu with a smile.
You thought about it for a while and then said loudly:
After a pause, Sikong Zaichao changed the subject and said: "So, why did he think that he could have fought again at that time? He felt that if he fought again at that time, you and Chen Tianyuan would not have time to protect them?"
"Ancestor, this time... this time, so few people from your Sikong family were killed, so let's just let it go like that? I'm afraid that will help you control Huaizhou." Sikong Xuanji narrowed his eyes, thinking in his heart
Still nothing sweet.
A small sneer interrupted Ke Xiaoxuanji's words.
the other side.
"fool!"
There was a pause.
Immediately afterwards, a light rain poured down, splashing up soil and dust in the small ground that had not seen dew for a long time.
The stone bowl fell to the ground and rolled inward.
Ke Xiao said calmly in court: "Those who plan small things should hide them in their hearts and act on them. If they move, they will stop. If they move, they will swim out of the abyss, stir up the sky, and see the dawn."
An old woman with gray hair and waning years leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looking at the drizzle like a bead curtain in the cave with her clear and weathered eyes.
"Without our three immortal traditions, I would like to see how far Chen Zhixing can go!"
"You and I have been together through thick and thin for a hundred years. We have never been sad or angry, but we have never regretted it."
"never mind?"
The other man was short and tall, and his whole body was covered by a white robe.
"Hu'er, it doesn't matter if he approaches Changsheng with a purpose as soon as he comes out, or if he has no feelings for Changsheng, but considering that he and Changsheng are considered a couple, I can tell you.
..."
"This time when you look at my aura, the light of the flying fairy is still under me. I'm afraid I haven't even taken this half step, and the distance is still very far."
The silver-haired old woman hummed: "Without him Chen Zhixing, our three immortal traditions will still be immortal traditions, and there will be no changes!"
"Chen Tianyuan was the legitimate son of Ke Xiaoyu back then. Although he was shrouded in the light of Chen Zhixing back then, his performance was not outstanding."
There was only a little bit of relief, and a sense of regret that the road was clear and clear.
A very beautiful man in white, with no foxy face but a pitiful temperament, walked out of the depths of the cave.
"and......"
The silver-haired old woman waved her hand and said nonchalantly: "Let him go. I have offered all the conditions that our Tiansheng Palace can offer, but he is still unwilling to join. What can I do?"
Then, without any firmness, you picked up the ginger soup in one hand, raised your head and drank it.
"The road ahead will still be a bad one without you."
In the sky, pieces of dark clouds were swaying.
A stern smile appeared under Lu Zhinu's old wrinkled face.
...
"In my whole life, I have never owed you anything."
Sikong Xuanji was suddenly shocked, and only then did he fully react.
It was obviously noon at this moment, but the sky was bright.
Since the immortal is still alive, everything is enough.
Mo Qingyue couldn't help frowning even more tightly, and said with some doubts: "I once talked with Chen Zhixing about the Immortal Orthodoxy. It can be seen that he is quite looking forward to it. How can he dislike our Immortal Orthodoxy Temple for being too small?"
You are holding a stone bowl in your hand, with steaming and cold ginger soup outside.