Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 121 Chapter 121

It was a sunny day.

On the small road to Tianshi Mansion, a carriage slowly appeared.

Zhang Yuanqing held the reins in his hand and acted as the coachman. The girls in the carriage were pale and unconscious.

Zhu Youwen's Jiuyouxuantian Divine Art has already achieved great success, the cathode generates yang, and the yin and evil exercises carry a fiery internal force. This internal force is extremely difficult to entangle, and the yin and fire are strong. device.

Zhang Yuanqing used his profound internal strength to dispel this internal force for them, but there was no time to heal the serious internal injuries, so he could only use the "Xuanwu barrier" to put them into a state of suspended animation to maintain their vitality, and wait until the Tianshi Mansion to make plans.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Time was running out, so Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly drove away with dust all the way.

At the foot of Xuanwu Mountain, a carriage stopped slowly.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing approaching, the disciple guarding the gate immediately shouted: "Come quickly, the master is back."

Zhang Yuanqing picked up Song Shuiyun, and the six holy princesses were also carried into the Heavenly Master's Mansion by the rushed disciples.

Xu Huan who came over after hearing the news saw a hint of resentment in his beautiful eyes, he turned around and walked into the room without saying anything, and prepared everything he needed.

Now is not the time to explain, Zhang Yuanqing ordered those female disciples to undress Song Shuiyun and others, boil water by himself, and prepare prescriptions to treat their injuries.

After finishing everything, Zhang Yuanqing took the time to explain to Xu Huan.

"Ma'am, listen to me..."

"Don't talk about it, I know it all, just do what you want, you can rest assured that you have me at home."

Xu Huan's eyes rippled, and he stroked Zhang Yuanqing's cheek with some distress. He had lost a lot of weight, and he had also experienced a lot of vicissitudes.

"I…"

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth, but the words were choked in his throat but he couldn't say anything, he just opened his arms and hugged the beautiful woman into his arms.

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations...

That day in Liangshan Qianling, Zhang Yuanqing's words were like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, injecting a wave of upward vitality into this stagnant world.

Let the people know that there are still people in this world who are willing to plead for the people, and there are still people who think that the world will be peaceful and let them live a good life.

Even Xu Huan burst into tears unconsciously after hearing these words. Her husband is an upright man with ambitions and great ambitions. She can't be his obstacle, she can only be this man's strong backing, so He let go to do it, to complete the magnificent cause.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Zhang Yuanqing felt a peace of mind he had never had before.

into the night.

In the back mountain of Tianshi Mansion, in the courtyard of the bamboo forest.

In the room, there is a touch of fragrant shoulders, smooth and fair, and the delicate skin is covered with a layer of blush. The beauty is shy and charming.

On the bed, Zhang Yuanqing and Song Shuiyun sat facing each other, their palms pressed against each other, and the warmth of their palms was transmitted to each other.

True Qi flows like a gurgling spring, going back and forth through the two people's meridians.

Under the touch of flowers, the beauty is as tender as water.

She was only wearing a simple chest wrap, setting off the plump mass of white softness and honey, under Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, the dark gully was silently inviting.

The beautiful long hair is scattered, but it can't hide the beautiful face of the country.

The atmosphere is beautiful, but with a bit of heat.

In the room, in the wooden barrels, there were still six naked girls soaked in the scalding liquid medicine.

It was obviously a very serious healing, but Song Shuiyun felt hot and sweaty for no reason.

There is also the soft and slender feet hidden in the quilt covered with fragrant sweat, like a seductive and lost water lotus, the shy ten pearly white toes are curled up, and the shy head does not dare to lift.

"Steady your mind and get rid of the Yin Qi in your body."

"Hmm~"

Song Shuiyun lowered his head, his eyes turned into pools of spring water, and the soft mosquito sound responded gently.

As the zhenqi continued to entangle in the body, the sinister and domineering internal energy was forced out, Song Shuiyun's face turned pale, he lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his tender body softened and fell into Zhang Yuanqing's arms.

"You feel better?"

With the beauty in his arms, a rippling appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's heart, and he put his arms around the smooth and fair fragrant shoulders and asked.

Song Shuiyun's chest heaved and heaved slowly, feeling the man's fiery breath, his heart became more stable unconsciously, and he murmured: "It's much better..."

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at the same time.

Qingcheng Mountain outside Yuzhou City.

In the sword hut, a sudden attack broke Li Xingyun's peaceful life.

Chi Meng was beaten unconscious and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Who are you, who sent you to steal the Longquan Sword!?"

Li Xingyun stopped the masked man in front of him, his expression was cold, and the Huayang needle in his right hand was shining with a little cold light.

"Huayang Needle? I will too!"

As the man said, he waved his right hand, and three flying needles shot out instantly.

Ding Ding Ding!
Three crisp sounds, several flying needles hit each other and fell.

Li Xingyun's expression changed, and he asked, "How can you know Huayang acupuncture? Who are you?"

"What do you say?"

The masked man sneered, and took off his mask casually, revealing a face full of scars that was exactly the same as Li Xingyun's.

"It's you!"

Li Xingyun looked at that face, and breathed out a breath of cold air from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai, his heart was filled with fear that he had never felt before.

There was a bit of jealousy in Fake Li's eyes, and there was a smile on his face. The scars on his face looked hideous and terrifying.

"Since you don't want to be called emperor, why don't you give me the Longquan sword and don't get in my way."

Li Xingyun's Yang Gang qi was condensed and externalized, and he asked in a deep voice, "Did Yuan Tiangang send you here?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not. He paved the way for you but you don't want to go, so why don't you give me the Longquan sword and let me do it for you? Oh, yes, and you have the Tang Dynasty in your body." Dragon veins, how about giving them to me as well?"

False Li raised his head and held his chest high, as if he had already won the battle with a domineering look.

Li Xingyun immediately made a move, a domineering aura burst out from his palm, and with a single palm, he repelled the fake Li and flew out of the sword hut.

"Just because you are not my opponent."

"Give up, Li Xingyun, you have no other choice."

Fake Li raised his head and shouted: "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, several black shadows rushed out at high speed.

The roof burst immediately, Li Xingyun was startled, and instantly blacked out before his eyes and passed out.

...

The next day.

Fake Li took the Longquan sword and the Longquan treasure box and knelt down in front of Yuan Tiangang.

"Commander, here are the Longquan sword and the Longquan treasure box."

Yuan Tiangang turned his back to the fake Li Erli, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Li Xingyun? Where is it?"

"he…"

The man hesitated, unable to speak a word.

"Speak, where is he?"

Yuan Tiangang scolded sharply, and the invisible aura burst out, immediately knocking him out.

"Boss...I...I just took away the Longquan treasure box and Longquan sword, and didn't mean to kill him." False Li said aggrievedly with a bit of grief and indignation in his eyes.

Yuan Tiangang snorted coldly, opened his hand to take a picture, and the two things flew into his hand immediately.

"It's none of your business here, go down."

"Also, before the exchange of blood, Li Xingyun was the Emperor of the True Dragon. If you dare to be presumptuous again, don't blame me for not remembering the past, understand?"

"Ming, I understand..." Fake Li bowed his head and knelt, with a bit of resentment and unwillingness hidden in his eyes, and kowtowed.

"roll."

"Yes…"

(End of this chapter)