Snow: White fox face gave me three births at the beginning

Seeing the familiar wild cursive handwriting, Hong Xixiang smiled bitterly and said: "It's really his handiwork. Such an impetuous guy can become a land god. It's natural to follow the Taoist law."

Hong Xixiang then looked down, and the following is the poem Xu Zhihu wrote to Xu Fengnian and asked him to hand over to Hong Xixiang. Dao's heart ached for no reason, and he clutched his chest so painfully that it was hard to breathe.

"Red clothes!" Hong Xixiang roared, shaking the sea of ​​clouds on Wudang Peak 72, causing the sea of ​​clouds to rush all over the sky, and the wind was strong on Wudang Mountain.

Looking further down, Hong Xixiang's eyes were even more red, and a burst of Daoism erupted from the Tianling Gai, straight into the heavenly court, stealing a trace of the heavenly dao, the Taoist robe silently and automatically, slowly lifted into the sky, as if he was going to ride the wind and ascend to the immortal Huadao!

At the end of Xu Fengnian's letter, there are a few large characters written in vermilion.

"Longhu Mountain is going to kill Xu Zhihu, whether you can go down the mountain or not, it's all up to you!"

Hong Xixiang entered the heaven with one thought, and stepped into the realm of heaven and man on the flawless land.

On Wudang Mountain today, the ancient sword that has been silent for 500 years since Lu Zu ascended to immortality trembles like a dragon!

On Wudang Mountain, the wind was surging, and the clouds from the 72 peaks gathered in one place, condensing the figure of a Taoist flying with a sword. It is exactly the same as the statue of Lu Zu in the Patriarch Hall!

This is not a manifestation of Emperor Zhenwu, but Lu Zu's return to the world!

The sea of ​​clouds surged all over the sky, and hundreds of yellow cranes soared around the main peak of Wudang Mountain, setting off the young master of Wudang Mountain as if they were immortals.

The pilgrims paid homage to Emperor Zhenwu, but the disciples of Wudang Mountain knelt down together, shouting with tears: "Disciples of Wudang Mountain, welcome the descendant of the patriarch!"

120, Xu Zhihu’s danger

On the 72 peaks of Wudang Mountain, 24 streams of water flow continuously, as if sensing the revival of the ancestors, they all hang upside down, like 24 heavenly swords, hanging upside down on the small lotus peak where Hong Xixiang practiced, attracting pilgrims to marvel Sound, it's like seeing a miracle!

Then, under the witness of Qi Xianxia, ​​the arrogance of Longhu Mountain, the ancient sword of Lu Zu flew out of Taixu Palace, as if driven by ghosts and gods, and flew towards the Little Lotus Peak. Little Lotus Peak ran over.

Just in time, I saw the young headmaster of Wudang Mountain who had just stepped into the realm of heaven and man on the flawless land rose up in the wind, and the letter in his hand turned into a golden lotus and floated into the sea of ​​clouds.

Hong Xixiang stretched out his hand, and Lu Zu's ancient sword was like a puppy reunited with its owner, buzzing around him happily, and finally fell slowly into Hong Xixiang's palm.

Seeing such an unbelievable scene, Qi Xianxia exclaimed: "Hong Xixiang, why did you become a heavenly being in one step! And why did Lu Zu saber recognize you as master? Are you really a reincarnation of a heavenly man?"

Hong Xixiang smiled indifferently, threw Lu Zu's saber in his hand into the sea of ​​clouds, and the scabbard also sank into the clouds in the opposite direction, and then said to Qi Xianxia: "I'm going down the mountain. There will be a major change in your Longhu Mountain. If you want to Go, you need to go early."

After all, before the astonished Qi Xianxia could react, he flew up to the clouds on a yellow crane, and disappeared on the Little Lotus Peak in the blink of an eye. Hong Xixiang's deep sigh came from the sky.

"You don't need to untick the lottery. Good luck and bad luck are false. I'm going to Jiangnan today!"

Qi Xianxia heard what Hong Xixiang said before he left, so he couldn't sit still, he hurried back to pack his bags, and ran down the mountain, still praying in his heart: "The old antiques in Longhu Mountain must not do anything stupid. Ah! Now Hong Xi looks like he is invincible! It's very good, why are you messing with this monster?"

Hong Xixiang came to the south on a yellow crane. The feathers of the yellow crane exuded golden brilliance, like a divine beast leaping among the clouds. It flew thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. The beautiful scenery did not make the immortal look down, and he only hoped to go to the south of the Yangtze River as soon as possible, so as to save his beloved Hongyi.

The frontier guards and people in Dacheng who were destined to see the immortals were stunned, marveling at the ethereal demeanor of the heavenly beings, and those who were more sincere bowed down directly, praying for the blessings of the immortals, and the health of the whole family.

Hong Xixiang drove a crane through the Yellow Crane Tower, where Lu Zuxian was rumored to have passed. It happened that many literati climbed the Yellow Crane Tower to encourage poetry. It was gloomy today, and there was no good scene to express feelings, but suddenly saw a yellow crane flying from the building. However, when I looked closely, there was a young Taoist with a fairy spirit sitting upright on the yellow crane. His charm was not inferior to that of the legendary Lu Zu, and he definitely looked like a fairy!

The literati and inkmen were already a little bit drunk, but they were awakened by the start, and they all poked their heads out of the window, watching the immortal who drove the crane south to go away.

An old scholar couldn't help stroking his beard and sighed: "500 years ago, Lu Zu went away on a crane, and now a banished immortal returns by riding a crane. It makes people feel fascinated and inexplicable! In this life, I can witness the immortal coming to the world with my own eyes. , to see the authentic way of immortality, to hear the way in the morning, and to die in the evening!"

Seeing the scene of the yellow crane flying above the clouds, a young student who had just started out wrote a parallel prose, which has become a masterpiece that has been sung throughout the ages, and one of the lines is particularly brilliant.

"The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!"

This sentence is regarded by literati as a famous article that can be compared with "the yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years!"!

The yellow crane, feathered by the wind, reaches the south of the Yangtze River in a moment.

The cool autumn wind blows, the yellow clouds curl in sadness, we have been strangers for ten years, we have not thought about it, and we will never forget it. Even if we meet, we may not recognize each other, our face is covered with dust, and our eyes are filled with frost.

For some reason, before winter came, the peony flowers in Jiangnan Road withered one after another, and other flowers also became bleak, and they all thanked each other.

Xu felt the sadness of the autumn. Recently, Grandmaster Xu Zhihu was in a state of depression, so he brought his maid Er Qiao to Baoguo Temple to offer incense. After offering incense, he watched the peonies all over the garden decay and fall in the yard like fluttering catkins. Even more desolate, he proposed to bury these flowers.

Er Qiao immediately found a broom and a hoe, and prepared to bury the peonies in the yard with the young lady.

At this time, passing by several Jiangnan noble ladies, seeing this situation, all showed sarcasm, and whispered: "See if there is no one over there. This broken incense burner is still here to bury flowers in a fake way. Doesn't she know that flowers are ruined because of people? If it wasn't for her If you don't cultivate moral character and have no shame, will it lead to the withering of so many flowers?"

Another person echoed: "That's natural. A broken incense burner like her, which is both difficult and difficult to spend, has the face to come to Baoguo Temple to burn incense. The Buddha probably wants to turn his back on seeing her!"

The voices of these people were not small, and the little girl Er Qiao was furious immediately, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to fight them desperately with a hoe, scolding sharply: "You vicious shrews! When the son was in Jiangnan, why didn't you dare to speak out? Now that he is not in Jiangnan, you jumped out to kill him again, could it be fleas?"

Being scolded by a little girl pointing at her nose, the complexions of several noble ladies instantly became ugly. Some of them were just about to argue with Er Qiao, but they were stopped by some rational girlfriends and whispered something to her, They were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they bowed to Xu Zhihu to apologize.

"What we said just now was meaningless, and it was all words without intention. Please don't take offense, Mrs. Lu. I will leave now and won't bother you to bury the flowers."

Seeing the changes in the expressions on these people's faces, Xu Zhihu kept silent, his expression indifferent, neither saying yes nor no, the women just made fun of themselves and slipped away resentfully.

The news of Xu Fengnian's draw with Wang Xianzhi in Emperor Wu City has spread back to the south of the Yangtze River. These women also understand the ruthless methods of the prince. After being reminded by others, they were frightened and lost two of their three souls. Even if they escaped from Baoguo Temple, they would still be dead. Will be terrified all the time.

Er Qiao dug the hole vigorously, as if spreading all the grievances against those stinky women on the hoe, after all, she couldn't help but raised her head and asked Xu Zhihu: "Miss, you are so pampered by them, If you want me to say that we should tear their mouths apart just now, to see if they dare to gossip, if His Royal Highness is here, we will definitely make them cry and get out of Baoguo Temple!"

Seeing Er Qiao's indignant look, a faint smile appeared on Xu Zhihu's increasingly thin face, which was quite different from Lin Daiyu's delicate and delicate temperament, which was very different from her previous charming and lively temperament.

"You, you are too impatient. I really don't know if I'm not here, who can control you. I think Lu Baijie's bookboy is pretty good. What's your impression of him?" Xu Zhihu raised his eyebrows slightly thinking, It's not a joke, but a serious thought.

As soon as he talked about himself, Er Qiao blushed, and changed from a chirping oriole to a dull gourd. He just lowered his head to dig a hole, and whispered: "I'm still young, Er Qiao will always follow Miss, wait Seeing Miss wearing her favorite red dress to get married, she must be more beautiful than the fairies in the sky, Miss likes to wear red dress the most, but why haven't she worn it all these years?"

Xu Zhihu's face became paler and paler, which made people feel distressed.

After throwing the peony flower in her hand into the pit, she said sadly: "You are still young, you don't understand, when you meet someone you really like, you will understand, some things are filled with the taste of longing, and you can't understand it. Bitter and sour, sweet and fragrant, dare not touch it lightly."

Er Qiao pouted, and complained: "Miss just said that Er Qiao is not young, but now she says that again, people know the secret of Miss!"

Xu Zhihu lovingly picked up the fallen leaves from Er Qiao's hair, squinted his eyes and smiled at Er Qiao and asked, "Oh? Tell me, you know some secrets."

Er Qiao approached Xu Zhihu mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "I told you, Miss, don't get angry."

Xu Zhihu took the hoe in her hand and began to cover the peony flowers in the pit with soil, and said with a faint smile, "I'm not angry, am I that kind of stingy person?"

121, Zhao Huangchao kissed the killer

Er Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, the girl couldn't hide the matter, and immediately chirped and said: "Not long ago, when His Royal Highness was still in the south of the Yangtze River, he told me that the young lady fell in love with a coward on Wudang Mountain, but no one would love her." If you refuse to give in, you are all playing childish temper and fighting each other."

Xu Zhihu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed dangerously, with a cold light in his eyes, which made Er Qiao apologize quickly: "Miss, I just listened to what His Royal Highness said, and I didn't add any embellishments."

This little girl forgot about the tight-lipped agreement in an instant, and used Xu Fengnian as her shield.

"What a Xu Fengnian! If you dare to arrange this lady like this, next time I see you, I will knead his face into dough!" Xu Zhihu said through gritted teeth. Because of her excitement, a trace of long-lost red appeared on her pale face, which was too beautiful to behold.

While the master and the servant were chatting, a deep male voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Miss, please excuse me, I am going down to Huang Fang Buddha to look for a woman named Xu Zhihu, have you seen her before?" "

Huang Fangfo was holding a simple knife, the edge of the knife was still bleeding, but his face was gentle, he looked very harmless to humans and animals, he asked Xu Zhihu with a smile, but he had already started to block the gate, Obviously, Xu Zhihu's identity has been recognized.

Er Qiao's almond eyes widened. Just as he was about to reprimand Huang Fangfo for not knowing the seriousness of the matter, and for daring to appear in front of the young lady with a knife, Xu Zhihu stopped him and asked Huang Fangfo with a normal expression: "Your Excellency, I and you We have never met each other before, why did we have such deep hatred?"

It is impossible for the guards to let a person with a bloody knife enter the temple. If this guy can step into the courtyard where she is, it means that all the guards have been killed.

Huang Fangfo smiled wryly, held the simple knife in front of his body, and only said eight big characters: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."

"I understand." Hearing what Huang Fangfo said, Xu Zhihu's heart was ashamed, and he couldn't help but let her understand that there was someone else who wanted to kill her, and it was this one who had entered the first rank. An existence that even the strong dare not provoke.

No matter how much she talked, how eloquent she was, it probably couldn't change the assassin's determination.

"Miss, don't worry, I've always killed people and don't like torture, I try my best to send the lady on the road with one knife." Huang Fangfo still smiled bitterly, thought for a while and said: "I have met Lingdi before, he has the talent of a fairy, I heard that I can already fight against monsters like Wang Xianzhi, if I have no choice, I really don't want to be his enemy."

The little girl, Er Qiao, also heard that this kind-faced middle-aged man was here to assassinate her, her face turned pale with fright, and she said angrily, "Since you know how powerful His Royal Highness is, you should leave quickly, otherwise you will be considered to have fled to the ends of the earth." , will pay the price! Do you really want to be an enemy of Beiliang?"

Huang Fangfo glanced at Er Qiao with pity and sighed: "I have a daughter who should be as old as you. If I can't do this, my daughter will die. You think I How to choose?"

After all, Huang Fangfo walked towards Xu Zhihu slowly step by step, and whispered: "It's not that I want to be an enemy of Beiliang, it's because some people don't want to see Beiliang continue to prosper. Xu Fengnian is just an immortal, but behind me That one is a real fairy!"

"Miss, please go on your way!" When Huang Fangfo was only ten steps away from Xu Zhihu, he suddenly got angry and roared violently. Er Qiao was so frightened that he felt dizzy and squatted down with his head in his hands.

Xu Zhihu's face remained unchanged, he just looked at Huang Fangfo indifferently, if today was really her death day, she would have no choice but to do so, what could she do?

The only pity is that I didn’t see that annoying bull riding guy again before I died.

Just as Huang Fangfo slashed down with the knife, he suddenly heard a sword cry from behind. With years of intuition, Huang Fangfo knew that if he didn't hide, he would be pierced through the chest if he didn't slash the knife.

Huang Fangfo was startled and turned cold, and hurriedly rolled to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

A man dressed in coarse cloth leggings and dressed as a farmer held a golden soft sword and stood in front of Xu Zhihu. After flying Huang Fangfo away with one sword, he clasped his fists and said hello to Xu Zhihu: "My lord, Wang Mingyin, Under the command of the lord, come to protect the eldest lady."

"It was Xu Fengnian who sent you to protect me?" Xu Zhihu's expression was flat, as if he was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the guard.

Wang Mingyin replied truthfully: "Yes, besides me, there are also light cavalry from the Hundred Phoenix Battalion who are also in the south of the Yangtze River, just to prevent someone from harming the eldest lady."

In the next second, there were phoenix cavalry with bows and arrows in all directions, and dozens of hard bows were aimed at Huang Fangfo, making him die.

"Wang Mingyin, No. 11 in the world? I didn't expect that Xu Fengnian would send you back early. Today, I, Huang Fangfo, have failed!" Huang Fangfo shook his head as if he was resigned to his fate, his face gloomy.

He knew that it would not be so easy to assassinate Xu Zhihu, but he didn't expect that this would be a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair, and he had already laid a net of heaven and earth.

Just when Wang Mingyin was about to take down Huang Fangfo, he heard a hoarse and old voice from the sky.

"Wang Mingyin, it's still too late for you to leave now, otherwise your hard work for so many years will be in vain!"

The voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made Wang Mingyin unable to even hold the sword firmly, and felt heart palpitations, like a decree from a god, making people unable to arouse the slightest desire to resist.

"Where are you bastards! Do you dare to show yourself!" Wang Mingyin forced his composure and roared towards the sky.

Zhao Huangchao suddenly descended from the sky, still holding a snow-white whisk in his hand, like a master of immortality, his whole body was surrounded by immortal energy.

"Pindao didn't want to do it himself, but since Huang Fangfo is incompetent, he has to let this whisk be stained with blood!" Zhao Huangchao said coldly as he fell behind.

The soldiers of Fengziying looked at each other and saw that Zhao Huangchao was difficult to provoke. They shot cold arrows unexpectedly, trying to shoot this old monster of unknown age to death based on the number.

Zhao Huangchao acted as if he didn't know that he had been targeted by dozens of arrows, so he just waved his whisk indifferently, and a strong wind blew up, breaking all the long arrows that had been shot halfway, and then flew back, killing thirty or forty people in an instant The cavalry of Fengzi Battalion.

"Stop!" Wang Mingyin stared at him, holding a soft sword and came to kill him. He stabbed with the sword, and the sword energy overturned more than ten stone floors like waves, and smashed Zhao Huangchao's head and face.

Huang Fangfo hurriedly slashed down with a simple knife, smashing several pieces of the floor, and stood in front of Zhao Huangchao to show his loyalty.

He has no way to retreat now, except to stand by Zhao Huangchao's side.

Zhao Huangchao flicked his fingers, and an invisible air flow penetrated the stone slab, hit Wang Mingyin in the stomach, and sent him flying hundreds of meters, hitting the stone pillar of the gazebo in the courtyard heavily, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, and could no longer stand up. stand up.

After seriously injuring No.11 in the world with one move, Zhao Huangchao said with a sinister smile in his eyes, "The people who got in the way are all dead, Huang Fangfo, why don't you send Miss Beiliang on her way?"

Huang Fangfo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly walked towards Xu Zhihu again with the simple knife. He was also frightened by Zhao Huangchao's method. This guy can defeat No.11 in the world with a flick of his fingers. If he wants to kill him, I'm afraid Not much harder than pinching an ant to death.

122, one sword cut off Zhao's luck

"Buzz!"

Just when Xu Zhihu closed his eyes and waited to die, Huang Fangfo slashed down with all his strength, the small wooden sword on Xu Zhihu's waist suddenly lit up, and a golden sword light burst out, passing over Huang Fangfo's neck, instantly Together with his plain knife and head, he cut it into two halves!

"Bah!"