The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 753. Chapter 754. Black Hand·Minglou

But Li Fenfang turned around.

"But you should pay more attention. At this auction, I heard that the royal family will also come. Those princes and princesses who are interested in that position will want to win over us, the scholars of the Taixue Middle School."

"It's a mess of shit, don't get involved in it. Although the Taixue was originally run by the royal family, it has already become its own power, and we bachelors are not under their control. It is the best policy not to offend or get close."

Song Qingge and Mu Maiyi both looked more serious, and nodded solemnly.

Throughout the ages, the battle for kingship has always been bloody.

When fighting for the position, one will be successful, but after winning the position, one has to worry about the birds being exhausted and the good bow being hidden.

Do not practice well to seize the throne?Although Li Fenfang knew that some people were born to leave the emperor, but she didn't quite understand it, so she could only respond with respect.

And she could also see that the two junior sisters in front of her were not the kind of people who were obsessed with power, so she opened her mouth to tell one or two, so as not to be calculated by those deep royal families in the city.

After all, Song Qingge stood behind two immortals, and Mu Maiyi was extremely talented, and after being promoted to the Ninth Realm, he was expected to break into the top [-] on the list. They were all hot targets.

Song Qingge finished the pastry on the table with one last bite, very satisfied.

On the other hand, Li Fenfang pinched the fat on her waist, laughed and said: "You girl, I'll tell you how you are so plump and simple."

Song Qingge bent down to hide, and the little Jiao was wrapped around his wrist, his eyes fixed on Li Fenfang.

Mu Maiyi put down the folding fan in his hand, and then said.

"Senior sister, stop teasing her."

"After this time, I want to learn from you, Senior Sister. I got the incomplete true dragon supernatural power in Qianlong Feiyu, and I integrated it into Taoism. I want to sharpen it."

Li Fenfang naturally nodded in agreement, clapped her hands and said.

"Then let's go to the 'heavy water peak', where the heavy water cage suppresses the movement of mana, and can also help you master it more thoroughly."

Mu Mai nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister."

……

Time flies like a shuttle, passing without shifting.

Pei Xihe got up from the meditation. Although the realm had not been broken through, his mana had increased a little. The villain of Yuanshen was sitting in the crimson palace. Now he cultivated to the realm. He is as clear as a flesh and blood body, but also as clear as precious jade and glass.

The magic power of her whole body flows into the primordial spirit, with a natural charm and restrained spirit.

After thinking about it, Pei Xihe stepped out of the cave and headed towards Yuru Peak. It was time for a new lecture.

Everything in the world is a whole. If you look at it from different angles, you will perceive different sides, and the same is true for the Dao.

Therefore, building a car behind closed doors inevitably has the hidden danger of falling into the bottom of the well. Only by learning from others' strengths and being inclusive can we innovate from time to time and try our best to see the whole picture.

Some of the lessons taught by the immortals were in fact something she had studied long ago, or she had communicated with Di Ge when he was preaching for eight years, and they were profound and far superior.

But listening to different opinions, even if it is rough, must have merits, and only by rectifying ourselves can we go further.

As soon as he walked out of the cave, Pei Xihe frowned suddenly, and an inexplicable bewilderment appeared in his golden pupils.

Just now, there seemed to be a melodious flute sound in her ears.

The sound of the flute is very pleasant, as if in a trance, people can see the thriving scene of the growth of all things in spring.

As a monk of the Celestial Immortal, she would never experience auditory hallucinations, but she didn't find anything unusual when her thoughts spread, and she couldn't find the person who played the flute.

What's the meaning.

Have the guts to play the flute, but don't have the guts to admit it?
Pei Xihe secretly speculated in her heart, but the sound of the flute was only for a moment, and she could not catch the slightest trace after that.

She lowered her brows, her face was restrained, and without saying a word, she galloped towards the Dao Teaching Hall of Yuru Peak.

……

Qingkun Tianyu.

The water condensed by the flowing fairy air from all sides of the Golden Pavilion hanging high on the dome falls like a waterfall.

And the man was sitting in the hall, his face was clear, even though he was cross-legged, he could still see a loose and straight waist.

He wore a feather crown and opened his eyes. There were yin and yang runes flowing in them. He seemed to be flying like dragons and phoenixes, but he looked extremely dim, as if he had been severely injured, and he was still in the stage of accumulation and recovery.

Han Minglou let out a soft sigh, but saw that there was a hole in his left shoulder near his heart, no blood dripped, but it was covered with pitch-black streaks, and the fierceness could hardly be concealed.

"This Lingtian Spear is indeed a Taoist soldier."

Dao soldiers are the incarnation of the Dao, the symbol of authority, and the most powerful weapons in the world, enough to make even the true gods in the palm of their hands be madly fascinated by them.

And the Ling Tian Spear is the treasure of the ancient holy demons, containing the dual powers of the Way of Death and the Way of Killing.

Now that he has recuperated for three or four hundred years, his injuries have only slightly stopped, but he has lost a lot of morality.

Han Minglou lowered his eyes, with halos in them, as if he was reminiscing about something.

The young girl, talking and laughing at Yanyan, seems to be the scene of yesterday, but it has been torn apart, no matter how difficult it is to splice.

"You are sure to be safe and sound, presumably you have already entered the Upper Immortal Realm?"

"I didn't expect to suppress your sixty-nine fate and tamper with your early death, but it became your Nirvana situation."

Born from death, naturally broken and then erected.

He sighed somewhat wistfully.

"You are not her, but you are her after all."

"It's a pity that that ray of spirit was completely annihilated, and the soul almost couldn't return. I can't know the methods she used back then. I only know that she has obtained the inheritance of the holy demon."

He looked up at the top of the hall, but saw that it was covered with stars, whether bright or dark, big or small, but none of them could compare to the bright moon in the center, and they could easily catch the eyes of others.

"It's really you."

Countless long years have passed since the inheritance of the Holy Demon Emperor's song, but she has won it.

At the beginning, there was hope for the peerless Taoist embryo of the true god.

Now the young master of the imperial palace who has won the inheritance.

As always, the light casts a dim light on others, the bright moon is in the sky, and the stars recede.

He knelt down on the handle of the armchair, his pupils were deep-set, making it difficult for others to see through the changes in his expression.

"Pass down the deity's will."

As soon as Han Minglou uttered a word, there seemed to be a decree accompanying him, and the power of the Heavenly Venerable who had proved his way was fully displayed. Suddenly, ten figures jumped in from outside the hall, bowed their knees respectfully and bowed their heads, waiting for dispatch.

"Pass down the order, and the song of the Holy Demon Emperor will be passed on to the world."

"At the same time, keep an eye on the movement of the Taishang clan, and never let it go."

He frowned slightly, and thought inwardly that it was a pity.

At the beginning, because of a mistake, Taishang Wuwei took the Chunyiwusheng flute away, but now it has fallen into a stalemate.

Due to various reasons, I discovered its existence at first, but instead found such a magical little world, the power of the world's origin is beyond imagination.

Therefore, Han Minglou deployed many methods, and was burdened with the backlash of cause and effect. Everything is under control. If it goes smoothly, he can take advantage of the true god.

But everything was completely disrupted and burned, which is a pity.

(End of this chapter)