Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 217

Three teachings and nine streams, the lower class people often have more informed and closer to the facts, because they have no scruples about all kinds of interests, and they are not blinded by floating clouds at high places. Compared with the high-level people, they are more frank, direct and clear , and don't hesitate to share.

The subordinates of Huangmeng usually perform their own duties and have their own identities. They hang out in Shizhang Ruanhong with identities that carry the aura of worldly fireworks. They can be fireworks girls in brothels, street vendors, or people who come and go. A high-ranking politician in Jiehuatang can be the second-generation disciple of any small martial arts gang. There is no status, only different positions and roles.

For example, the beggar rubbing mud in the ruined temple in Chiyan City was a rookie assigned to a real job after graduating from Huangmeng University. The job was not ideal, but the staff was very dedicated.

That day, the beggar rubbing the dirt did not rub out the mud, but sensitively rubbed out the meaning of that sentence, while Qin Changge, the boss of the Huangmeng who had been thinking about how to enter the Xuanchi Palace more advantageously, was sensitive. Grab the source of this information.

"It's such a dirty road..." Qin Changge carefully followed Xiao Jue to drill the hole, carefully watching the path covered by fallen leaves and silt, extending into a semicircular passage made of green bricks, and some colors can be vaguely seen The dirt and the shape are ambiguous. It was probably the drainage channel of Xuanchi Palace, and it was abandoned later. Judging from the age, it may have been a few years ago, and it was probably built when Yincai was alive. Since the High Priest has a lot to do, he naturally wouldn't know about an abandoned pipeline.

"Dirty is the best, which means that no one has been here." Xiao Jue covered his nose, there was no way, although the Emperor has always been unassuming, and he is not afraid to fight for his beloved, but he is used to smelling ambergris and sandalwood. Noble nose, for a while, really couldn't accept such a rancid smell, and always wanted to sneeze, so he had to cover it with his sleeve desperately.

Turning around to look at the others, the expression on his face was also very patient, but Chu Feihuan, who was being carried by Qi Fan, still looked calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Xiao Jue's heart sank suddenly, thinking of the Chu Feihuan he saw when the jungle demon flower came out, his filthy body was filthy and embarrassed but his expression did not change, thinking of his three years' career, he was slightly comprehensible, but put down his sleeves.

Qin Changge turned his head to look at him, his eyes flicked to Chu Feihuan, seeing his increasingly weak spirit, when she turned her face away, her expression darkened.

Those two days and one night of heart-wrenching waiting exhausted Feihuan's last vitality.

From the moment Yilan collapsed, eighteen hours of heart-burning waiting, every minute and every second, every moment of time, did it turn into hard and angular gravel, constantly frustrating Feihuan's shell-like appearance? A heart that is hard and soft inside?In the end, scarred and bloody?
Qin Changge slowly stroked her phalanx with her left hand... On that day, when she threw herself on the line of fire, when she got up with the hand that Fei Huan handed over to her with surprise and trembling, she was surprised by his protruding phalanx. clucking.

The rough and hard touch made Qin Changge feel chills and mourned—when did Feihuan become so thin?

In the past, he always wore a loose robe, because he was afraid of the cold, his hands were always tucked into the sleeves, and the robe became loose day by day, and it fluttered with the wind without moving. It can be seen that the person is as thin as a chrysanthemum, but it is really unimaginable if he does not touch it with his own hands. to such an emaciated level.

It is shocking, and sadness is born in the heart of shock.

The short-lived bumps have stuck in Qin Changge's heart since then, oppressing her breath and smile. She doesn't know when she found it more and more difficult for her to achieve rebirth. In the beginning, he could look at any scene and person with a faint smile and carelessness. These days since his rebirth, every time he takes a step forward, every time he takes a look at the people around him, every time he passes through a sinister and fierce iron-blooded risk, those who are constantly The people or things that happened, the lives of others who were sad or heavy or lonely or helpless, those persistent waiting and waiting, those fearless pursuit and sacrifice, all with bright colors and compelling brilliance, broke into her all the time. I would rather be as quiet as deep water in my heart, a wave will rise, and it will never stop.

Since when did you stop turning around indifferently?
Since when did you no longer smile lightly and calmly?
Is it because of the crack cut by the sleeve on the cliff that threw her on the cliff first?Is it because of a thunderbolt strike before the two cliffs collided, but as a master, he dislocated himself desperately?Is it because of the fearlessness at the bottom of the gunpowder mountain, knowing that the end will be smashed to pieces, but not avoiding it, and leaning over lightly, bringing the sparks to the lead?

Or was it because of the still water that night, the child who died in the arms of his lover, who had regretted his whole life but was full of joyful smiles?
The canals are dirty, the roads are bloody, but the love that blooms during the long journey is as clean as a green lotus.

The canals are dirty and end to end.

Qin Changge raised her head and looked at the rusty pig iron cover above her head. In her eyes, that thing would not be a particularly difficult thing, but the key is, what will she encounter after opening the cover?
A large array of agencies that overwhelmed the mountains?
Xuan Chi's subordinates who have been prepared in order?
The fierce kisses of the poisonous snake little reds?

Or those Xuanchi monsters with missing legs or multiple heads?
They come, the security.

The emperor's fearlessness has always been well-known all over the world, because he stretched out his hand faster than Qin Changge, quietly but accurately, and quickly drew a circle around the iron cover with his diamond-like fingers.

His finger, pierced through the cracked stone, and the thick pig iron cover immediately fell down without a sound.

The iron cover fell off.

It was as if something red and round snapped down.

It was almost in front of Xiao Jue and Qin Changge's eyes.

Immediately, the red shadow flashed, pulled upwards, and the wind blew up his clothes, flying around in a daze.

Then there was a burst of screaming.

The voice sounded very familiar.

Qin Changge and Xiao Jue looked at each other—smiled wryly.

Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with the girls, and I’ve been tossing and turning to get what I want, I don’t think we have a special fate, we meet old acquaintances everywhere in foreign lands, and we can come out from any corner, and we can meet you, the beautiful and intelligent little red girl.

Really moved me to tears...

And the round object just now, with a vaguely familiar outline, almost fell on Qin Changge's face.

Seems to be……

Yin High Priest's.

Hip.

What could be more tragic than sneaking into someone's dog hole to steal something from someone's house, only to find the dog and its owner squatting at the door just after you crawled out of the dog hole?
There is nothing more unfortunate than this in the world.

Qin Changge frowned, trying to make himself forget the tragic fact that the noble buttocks of the high priest Yin had almost pressed against his flowery face just now, thinking viciously why Yin Li didn't just fall off just now, just fell off, and put the lid on As soon as it was covered, several people jumped up with a bang, crushing him to death.

It's a pity that his martial arts are too good, and now he has become a turtle in the urn.

In my heart, I cursed the guy who provided the entrance for being wicked, and he must chop up all the pieces after going out.

Before she could get angry, at the entrance of the cave, the high priest of Yin had already said sullenly: "The five friends below, why do you need to suffer the pickling gas in the cellar? Why don't you come up and let me treat you well."

Qin Changge was silent - originally wanted Qi Fan to protect Feihuan and stay underground to find a way to get out, but the high priest even pointed out a few people, so there was no need to cover up.

Sigh... Before coming to Nanmin, one should have one's fortune told. The degree of unfavorable years is really outrageous.

It's just... he said, the cellar?

Yinli doesn't know where this underground place is?
That is to say, the beggar didn't lie to them, but he hadn't returned to Xuanchi Palace for many years. He didn't know that the internal layout changed. The iron cover of the high priest now serves as a cushion under the buttocks of the high priest.

Yinli's eyes were gloomy, and the fire was flickering, looking at the hole in the distance, Qin Changge was about to crawl out, but was pulled by Xiao Jue, and rushed out before her.

As soon as I climbed out of the cave, I felt that the five colors were blurred and dazzling. The seven-star map was engraved with gold and silver threads on the ground, and all kinds of mirrors were hung on the walls. Net, under the mirror, the little reds formed a circle, and when they saw five people coming out, their heads moved in unison.

With that movement, the optical network changed for some reason, and there was another dizzying burst of cold light.

Other than that, there was nothing in this large but lifeless house, oh yes, there was a broken cushion that fell into the hole.

Rong Xiaotian took a step forward and stood in front of Chu Feihuan to prevent him from directly touching the light. Qin Changge covered his head and murmured, "Oh... what place is this?"

"Where is this place?" Yin Li, who was standing far away under an octagonal red bat mirror, had a stiff face expressionless, "I also want to ask you, what place did you think this was?"

Qin Changge, who was dressed in rustic clothes and described as very wretched, scratched his cheeks, and said with a smile, "I thought it was the Elephant Girl's House."

Yin Li's withered and yellow face, which was carved like wood, was still expressionless. He looked at Qin Changge gloomyly, rubbed his fingers slowly on a small red hair, and said, "Tell me, from the Shui family? Or from Dayan Palace? I will give you different ways to die."

Qin Changge looked at him with a smile—high priest, you are very confident, but your actions don't seem to be the case?You have seized the only life gate in this big formation, your little reds are hugging you from side to side, you are hiding behind those shining mirrors and talking nonsense-in fact, you can completely capture us after you capture these nonsense Besides, why don't you capture it?

Turning his eyes a few times, Qin Changge almost looked up to the sky and laughed when he saw Yinli's feet clearly.

That... high priest, you are not a three-year-old child anymore, why are you still wetting the bed?

She smiled and flicked her fingers.

(End of this chapter)