Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 697 Princess, you don’t want to be hungry, right?

Cao Changqing, the third best in the world, was forced to this point. He must be a peerless strong man who entered the great celestial phenomena through martial arts and could compete with Wang Xianzhi. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant even though he knew that there was Xu Yanbing, who was a one-to-one immortal on earth, in Beiliang Palace. Jian Jiuhuang finally realized the gap between himself and Qingzhou's Lin Tanhua. He was distracted and his energy was interrupted by the strong wind from the ugly eagle, and the other two swords were pushed into Chu Pingsheng's hands.

"If I'm not mistaken, one sword weighs three pounds, and the sword can travel ninety-six thousand miles. You only have one chance to draw the sword, so one sword is enough."

The Sanjin sword was originally very thin and could not withstand his sword energy. It immediately broke into three parts and fell on the foundation of the thatched cottage. It spun several times in the air and returned to Jian Jiuhuang's hand. His old face was gloomy and he remained silent. There were originally five famous swords in the sword box, but the man surnamed Lin destroyed it and only one was left. Wang Xianzhi of Wudi City brought him frustration, and Lin Qing brought him humiliation.

Zhao Xituan didn't pay attention to Jian Jiuhuang, and didn't hear the conversation between Chu Pingsheng and Cao Changqing, because he, who was in the Great Finger Profound Realm, was playing tug-of-war with the big dog, with a whisk in his hand and silver threads like halberds, thrusting forward. Under the focus of his true energy, he was like a brush, desperately resisting the flames spewing from the dog's mouth.

Wang Xiaoping seized the opportunity, and the green light of the Shentu sword in his hand was bright. It was like a lotus blooming when it broke through the air. Man and sword became one, and with an indomitable momentum, he stabbed the big dog's body with one sword, and pierced into the swollen and knotted dark red muscles. The pain instantly ignited the Qilin's crazy blood, and black air surged all over its body. Its hind legs shook and kicked, and it soared into the sky. Wang Xiaoping was mesmerized by the smoke, and he used up all his energy. The dog bit half of his body and threw him back and forth.

Wang Chonglou went to rescue him, but Chu Pingsheng pushed him back with a palm. He walked to the mad Ergouzi, practiced the skills in the Roaring God Book and shouted loudly. The fierce light in the spirit beast's eyes disappeared, and it threw the dying Wang Xiaoping to the ground.

"My immortal skills have been upgraded again. I'll eat the pills I made before for fun."

Chu Pingsheng took out a white porcelain bottle, unsealed the lid, and poured all the pills into its mouth. With a wave of his hand, a black and white sword with a very strange shape appeared. He pierced Wang Xiaoping's chest with the sword. The blood in the human body seemed to be awakened and began to climb up along the sword body and slowly seeped into the sword body. The blades on both wings flashed beams of red light and seemed to have become thinner.

"Demon... sword... demon head."

These were the last words Wang Xiaoping said before his blood was sucked out and he turned into a mummy.

“Not bad.”

Chu Pingsheng drew out the peerless sword, and drew a line on the blade with his sword finger. The red light that had disappeared flashed again. I don't know whether it means that the progress of sharpening the sword is acceptable, or that Wang Xiaoping, as an innate sword embryo, is still capable. The peerless sword is a sword soul forged with his blood essence. Compared with the purple gold Zhanlu sword and the frost Yitian sword, it is more spiritual. When he saw Wang Xiaoping and Jiang Ni for the first time, he felt a strong emotion coming from the portable space, and knew that the time to sharpen the sword had come. The original version of the peerless sword needs the tears of lovers to sharpen it, and it is normal for the fairy and demon version to absorb the blood of the innate sword embryo. Unfortunately, Wang Xiaoping's blood is not enough. Fortunately, there are several innate sword embryos in the world of the Snow Blade, and Jiang Ni, the co-master of the world's famous swords, can be killed. Cao Changqing has to persuade her to practice martial arts and not rush.

"Okay, let's let him go for now, and we'll deal with him together when we go to Longhu Mountain later."

After Ergou swallowed a bottle of elixir, his wounds healed completely, and his slender tail quickly grew silver hair, which suddenly exploded into a ball of fire, and every time it swayed, a little flame fell. Zhao Xituan's face was extremely ugly. He remembered clearly that the order the flame beast received was to kill him and Wang Xiaoping. Wang Xiaoping died, but he was still there. Couldn't the other party kill him? They were disdainful of killing him, and they left him to be killed at Longhu Mountain.

Chu Pingsheng fed a few pills to the green ox that was protecting the cucumber, and then grabbed the maid who was still frightened and holding the big red wine gourd tightly and threw her into the sky, shouting, "Hold on tight!" A black shadow passed by, and the flying general flew away. He picked up the rattle on the ground and stuffed it into the hands of Zhao Fengya, who was the only one left in the group. He picked her up and jumped back. Ergou slipped over very smoothly, carried her on his back, and went down the mountain on the green bamboos.

Wang Zhonglou ran to the dried corpse of Wang Xiaoping, hugging his junior brother who looked like a human being, wondering why Lin Qing let him go. Jian Jiu Huang Zhong carried the sword box on his back, walked to Xu Fengnian who was almost in despair, patted him on the shoulder and said, "There is always a way."

What else can be done? Prince Kitakura looked at his wrist, which was red, swollen and sore from being hit by the knife many times. Lin could kill him with just one finger.

Lao Kui appeared from nowhere, brushing off the bamboo leaves on his sleeves and the dirt on his hair, and asked the Wudang headmaster heartlessly, "Hey, are you done fighting? I'm hungry."

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There is no big town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, only a few small villages. Scattered houses are built at will on the relatively flat land outside the depression. A few acres of thin fields are planted with seedlings. The water is slightly turbid, and occasionally small rice carps stir up the waves. The even more barren East Mountain is densely covered with tea fields. The Wudang Mountain's cloud tea is a precious tea in Liyang. In recent years, unscrupulous businessmen have mixed the tea from the foot of the mountain with the tea on the mountain and sold it together, ruining its reputation. When the literati, tea lovers and poets in Qingzhou heard about Wudang cloud tea, they all sneered in disdain.

Chu Pingsheng stole a fresh green cucumber with yellow flowers, rubbed it, and all the thorns on the surface disappeared. He threw it to the maid of the same name to quench his thirst. He split the cucumber, gave half to himself, and the other half to Princess Suizhu, who was crying with a face that she was hungry. This was a good intention, but it didn't bring good rewards. Zhao Fengya snatched both halves, grabbed one in each hand, took a bite on the left and a bite on the right, her cheeks bulged high, and she looked really hungry, and she bit the cucumber like a chicken leg.

"Laugh, laugh, what are you laughing at? If you laugh again, I'll cut off your tongue." Zhao Fengya had never thought that she would have such an embarrassing day. Not only did she have to eat stolen cucumbers to fill her hunger, but she was also laughed at by a maid.

"Lin Qing, where are you taking me?"

"There are a few farmhouses ahead. Let me settle you down first. I have something else to do."

Zhao Fengya was furious and anxious. She glared at the man who had carried her all the way from Yunju Peak to the foot of the mountain. He had walked away without even looking at her because she had put on a stern face and scolded him for letting her go. "Where's your eagle? Ask it to take me back to Tai'an City."

"Why?"

"I am Princess Liyang, and you dare to kidnap me. If my father finds out and blames me, no one in the Qingzhou Lin family will survive."

Cucumber bravely turned around, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, and snatched the two half cucumbers that Zhao Fengya had bitten unevenly, and threw them into the ditch filled with green duckweed on the side of the dirt road created by the wheelbarrow.

"you!"

Chu Pingsheng finally turned around to look at her and smiled, but it was not a pleasant smile. It was exactly the same smile she had when she taught a maid a lesson for not doing what she wanted and made them slap each other in the face. "What are you going to do?"

"Huanggua, Xu Fengnian can let the Princess of Chu be a maid, what do you think of the idea of ​​letting her be my maid?"

"it is good."

Huanggua, who plays the pipa well, is usually clumsy at work, but her brain works very fast. She knows very well that Xu Xiao, the vicious husband, will never let her go. Once she leaves Lin Qing, she will surely die. From occupying Wutong Garden to humiliating King Beiliang, to making a big fuss in Wudang Mountain and vowing to destroy the dragon and tiger, the new master's words and deeds are mainly lawless and arbitrary. As a personal maid, she naturally has to cater to his preferences.

"You...you...want to die?"

Zhao Fengya's face flushed, and her tall body trembled violently. She didn't expect that she had just escaped the clutches of the remnants of Western Chu, and ended up in the wolf's den of Lin Tanhua of Qingzhou. Princess Suizhu of the Liyang Dynasty was to be his maid? This was even more excessive than the humiliation Xu Fengnian had given her that year.

Chu Pingsheng said expressionlessly: "The royal aura is useless in front of me."

The maidservant in yellow skirt, who was full of bad intentions, walked over with a smile, helped Her Royal Highness the Princess to tidy up her white Confucian shirt which was wrinkled at the edges, and straightened the scarf of the same color on her head. She pressed her shoulders and said, "If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me. I am familiar with being a maid." After that, she stuffed the big red wine gourd on her shoulders and the rattle in her waist into the hands of the newcomer.

Zhao Fengya could no longer bear it and threw the things in her arms to the ground. Chu Pingsheng ordered a slap. The second-class maid in Wutong Garden thought about how the head maid Hongshu did it before, rolled up her sleeves and compared, and found that she could only slap the Liyang Dynasty Princess by slightly tilting her head. She stood on tiptoe and finally balanced the difference in altitude, raised her little hand and slapped her. Zhao Fengya resisted angrily, and the two fought together. The Dynasty Princess had no worries about food and drink, and she was well-developed, tall, with breasts and waists, but she was not good at fighting. In less than half a cup of tea, the free towel fell into the wild ditch with water, the Confucian shirt was torn, and she was naked. She was exposed several times and her face was scratched. She panted heavily and sat down on the clusters of green grass between the two ruts, her eyes red and trying not to cry.

"Starve her for three days first, and get rid of her arrogance." Chu Pingsheng threw a gold ingot to the yellow-skirted maid who had vented her anger on the princess' body, and pointed to the village ahead and said, "Find a family to stay for two days. I will come here to pick you up after I finish my business."

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He whistled again at the hillside planted with tea trees, and a touch of red jumped out. After a few bounces, it ran from the top of the slope to the bottom, climbed up an old crooked locust tree, lay on the main branch and looked at the two women, with its tail hanging down, and its long silver hairs driving away the bees buzzing around a cluster of Alocasia odora. A few stingers tried to sting it, but were burned to ashes by the explosive flames.

"It will keep you safe during this time."

There was no dust under Chu Pingsheng's feet, and no wind around him. He turned into a green light and broke through the air.

Zhao Fengya looked at the fire-breathing beast that carried her down the mountain and knew that she would have a hard time in the days ahead. Who would treat her like a princess in this remote village in the wilderness?

"Princess, should I help you leave? Or do you want to leave by yourself?"

Huanggua felt that the way he was rubbing his hands in preparation for the fight was just like a brothel madam trying to persuade a decent woman to go into prostitution.

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Lin Qing defeated Cao Changqing, the third best in the world, Jiang Ni was taken away by the remaining officials of Western Chu, and Huang Maner also followed Zhao Xituan to Longhu Mountain. Xu Fengnian's trip to Wudang can be said to have started off badly. Fortunately, Wang Zhonglou talked to him and things took a turn for the better.

The imperial court had never liked Wudang. After today's incident, once Princess Suizhu informed the emperor of what had happened, Beiliang would be fine, but the Wudang orthodoxy would certainly be in jeopardy. In order to give Song Zhiming, Chen Yao, Yu Xingrui and other Wudang disciples a way out, I hope Xu Xiao can settle them down. Wang Zhonglou is willing to give a set of Dahuangting to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Xu Fengnian knew that he was past the best age to practice internal skills, and only by accepting the gift from the Great Finger Profound Realm master would he have a chance to take revenge and get Jiang Ni back. He accepted without thinking, and so at Feixitan on Zixiao Peak, with Lao Kui and Jian Jiuhuang as his guardians, Wang Zhonglou passed on all of his Dahuangting to Xu Fengnian, helping him cross the first threshold to becoming a master.

With hope rekindled, Xu Fengnian returned to Beiliang with a night light between his eyebrows that he didn't know how to turn off. Song Zhiming, Chen Yao and others held a funeral for their fifth junior brother Wang Xiaoping. Everyone knew that this procedure would be repeated soon, and Wang Chonglou, the head of Wudang who had lost the Dahuangting, would not live long.

There is a bare rock standing in the middle of the Tianzhu Peak, bare without any vegetation. From the side, it looks like a knife cut. Every evening, when the setting sun shines obliquely, the sea of ​​clouds melts into gold, which is spectacular. In the past, Wang Zhonglou only needed a few leaps to get here, but today, Yu Xingrui carried him up. The two of them talked for a while. Seeing his junior brother crying, he persuaded him with a few words but it was useless. He suddenly felt upset and said harsh words to drive him away. He watched the sunset alone and waited for death to come.

"Pretty?"

Someone asked behind him.

Wang Zhonglou turned back in shock. The man was already one foot behind him. He was in a green shirt and carrying a glass of wine. He looked handsome. He didn't know when the man who had brought the destruction of Mount Wudang had made a comeback. As a dying man, anger, hatred, and resentment were meaningless. He looked across the sea of ​​clouds and the mountains and said, "I've been watching for decades."

I have been watching it for decades and I am still watching it before I die. It is naturally beautiful.

"Have you arranged all your affairs?"

(End of this chapter)