A young man walks alone in the desert, when clouds and winds rise. The dark sky is desolate, and he smiles at the nine states with a sword and warm wine. ——Chapter of the Grand Ceremony of the Sect.
The seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
At the border between Man and Xia, the area looks hazy after the wind and sand. There is a small oasis a hundred miles outside Liangzhou. It is full of people, including travelers doing business, barbarians and Xia people. Although the two countries have already made peace, they still get water from each side and there is no personnel exchange between the two sides.
Just when both sides seemed to be at peace and calm, a figure in a black linen shirt slowly walked down from the oasis. The man was wearing a hood, so his face could not be seen clearly. He had a small water gourd hanging around his waist, and judging from his footsteps, he should be a man.
"It's really difficult to find a spring of water to drink in this desert."
With the crowd watching, Su Yun walked to the edge of the lake, looked at the blue sky reflected in the lake, then took off his hood, letting his long black hair fall behind him. His sword-like eyebrows were still handsome, his eyes were shining with a stern light, and his handsome face was more resolute than before.
It seemed that seeing that the Xia people and the barbarians on both sides were looking at him with a strange eye, Su Yun raised a smile on his face, took off the water gourd from his waist and poured it into the lake: "Everyone, I'll just get some water and leave, don't take it too seriously."
After hearing this, the Xia and barbarians who were resting in the oasis turned their eyes away from Su Yun.
At this time, a Xia merchant came to Su Yun after feeding the camel beside him and asked, "From your accent, you are from Kyoto?"
Su Yun took the gourd filled with water, took a sip and casually replied, "Hmm."
Since Su Yun lived in Kyoto for a while when he was a child, and lived with his master in Julong Mountain for nearly a year and a half, although the time flow in the outside world was only twenty days, it was enough for Su Yun to inadvertently learn the Kyoto accent when speaking.
"It's rare for someone from Kyoto to travel so far." The merchant continued to get closer, "Brother, are you here to do business in the barbarian land? Or are you here to buy something? I have a way."
Su Yun shook his head and stood up: "No need to trouble you, but from what you said, there should be a lot more people doing business between Xia and Man now, right?"
Since they were not doing business and did not need to buy anything, the merchants had less interest in getting close to Su Yun. They said indifferently, "That's right. Nowadays, there are many more merchants in Liang and Yu states. Whether it's selling barbarian goods to Xia country or selling Xia country's silk and porcelain to barbarian lands, they can make a lot of money."
I see.
Su Yun put the water gourd back on his waist and waved goodbye, saying, "Now that I have finished fetching water, I should leave. I hope the store will have a prosperous business in the future."
"Little brother, are you going out now?"
Well, what does that mean? Su Yun turned his head and looked at the businessman questioningly: "Is there anything wrong with going out at this time?"
The businessman said cautiously, "We are all from the same country, so I have to warn you. This desert is prone to strong winds at nightfall. A small wave just passed, and the next wave is likely to be a big one. If you go out in this strong sandstorm, you will die. So many people are staying here, and they all want to wait for the wind to pass before setting off."
However, as a cultivator, Su Yun didn't care about the wind and sand at all. He waved his hand and smiled, "Nothing, thank you for your concern. I'm in a hurry to get to Liangzhou. It would be bad if I was late."
"Going to Liangzhou now?" The merchant's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Brother, are you from the mountains?"
People in the mountains?
This is the common name used by mortals in Daxia to refer to immortals in sects of immortal cultivation. Not many people know about it. For this merchant to know it, he must have traveled extensively to both places for business and is well-informed. Su Yun nodded and gave the merchant an answer.
"Then you have to slow down, immortal." The merchant's face returned to the flattering smile at the beginning: "This is the first time I have seen an immortal. You can walk eastward for ten miles after leaving the oasis. There is a road that barbarians often walk on. The sand is very solid and the sand is not heavy when it is blown. It is easy for immortals to walk."
Su Yun glanced back at the merchant, who didn't look like he was talking nonsense, and said, "Thank you for the reminder. I'll come back to patronize the store some other day when I have time."
"Okay, okay."
However, immortals have two different paths. Even if Su Yun really comes to help in the future, it is possible that one of them will still be young and the other will have gray hair and beard.
This is the difference between the two paths of immortality.
After walking out of the oasis, Su Yun looked around, confirmed the direction and turned to the east. This time he neither rode a horse nor flew a sword. He had this habit for seven days since he walked out of the Hengduan Forest.
Su Yun walked like this because of his master's instructions before leaving, saying that he should walk through the desert to temper his state of mind.
The sun is dark and the moon is bright, time always passes quickly in the desert.
The scorpions on the sand were digging holes in the sand to find a good place to stay during the long night. Su Yun, who was sitting against a stone wall, had put on his hood again. His body was covered with sand and stones. He picked up a water hyacinth and said to himself, "The wind is really strong. Do the mortals who do business in these two routes have to walk this way every day?"
As he spoke, he recalled the whistling sound of the wind all around him, the yellow sand everywhere, the screams of evil spirits, and the scene of the underworld demanding souls. Even as a practitioner himself, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
Ding bell~
Suddenly, a bell rang in the deserted desert. Su Yun looked around, but there was no one...!
Is it hallucination? Su Yun stood up and put the water gourd back to his waist.
Ding-ling-ling~Ding-ling-ling~
No, Su Yun glanced at the sand dunes in the northwest corner and saw a white camel standing there quietly, with a woman sitting on top of the white camel.
The woman was dressed in purple, with a veil covering her face. She looked at Su Yun deeply with a pair of purple eyes. The woman had a calm expression, but surprisingly, her petite wrists and ankles were tied with broken chain shackles. The broken chains collided in the wind and sand, making a sound similar to the colliding of bells.
But in the blink of an eye, the woman's figure disappeared in the wind.
Su Yun did not know this woman and did not know why she stopped on the sand dune and looked at him. Perhaps this woman was a fellow Taoist who practiced Taoism and she just met him in the wilderness, glanced at him and left.
The day of the sect competition was not far away, and Su Yunzhan, who was in a hurry to travel, did not go looking for him. He just kept an eye on him and walked on the road alone again.
The white camel behind the hill took a bite of the food that was handed to it. The purple-clothed woman stood in front of the camel, secretly peeked at Su Yun's departing figure, and said softly: "Xiao Bei, do you think I can beat that guy just now?"
The white camel certainly couldn't speak human language. After swallowing the food, it pursed its lips, which meant: Who can't beat such a strong master?
The purple-dressed woman stroked the camel's head and pulled the reins to get on the camel:
"Let's go, Xiaobei. Let's go to Liangzhou City and show them what is the best in the world!"
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The notice of "Zongmen Grand Ceremony" posted on the gate of Liangzhou City had been blown away by the wind from the border area and became a little worn.
Outside the north city gate were rows of military tents with flags bearing the word "East". They were the garrison guarding the city in this event, and they were also the Qingluan Iron Cavalry that had once terrified the barbarian army. They were composed of 800 elite female light cavalry, and all the soldiers were equipped with the best swords in the world, the sharpest spears, the most powerful bows and crossbows, and the sturdiest iron armor.
The war horses they mount are of the best breed in Daxia, and one man is equipped with three horses. They can travel a thousand miles a day and arrive at the destination in the blink of an eye. It is well known throughout the world that the eight hundred Qingluan Iron Cavalry can defeat even the Sword Immortal in a fight.
Su Yun, who was wearing a black robe and linen shirt, was about to enter the tent, but before he could take a step, he was stopped by two spears. These female soldiers were wearing heavy armor and were airtight. Their voices sounded clear, but there was also a bit of vigilance in their voices: "Do you have a pass?"
Su Yun took off his hood to reveal his handsome face, and said calmly: "My fellow generals, I am a casual cultivator. I came to Liangzhou City to participate in the sect competition, so I don't have a pass."
Dongdong——
The two female soldiers guarding the gate retracted their spears, glanced at Su Yun, and one of them pointed to the right: "To register for the competition, go to the East Gate and enter the city from there."
Su Yun nodded slightly, bowed to thank the two female soldiers, and walked towards the east gate.
When I arrived at the east gate, it was quiet and deserted. There was only a pearwood table in front of the gate. Incense was burning on the table, and there was gold ink on the black gold inkstone. There were three large frosty brushes hanging on the pen table, with the shafts of gold, silver and copper in three colors. There was a man lying on the thin and smooth Chengxintang paper on the chopping board. The man's clothes were not luxurious, but simple.
At the same time, behind this man stood an old man in purple clothes.
Seeing Su Yun approaching, the old man standing behind him pretended to cough twice to wake up the sleeping man. The man shivered and raised his groggy head. Although he didn't look as handsome as Su Yun, he was also very handsome. He seemed to be about the same age as Su Yun. "Where are you from? What's your name?"
Su Yun was standing in front of the table at this time, recalling the scene a few days ago.
"Master, you want me to participate in the sect competition?" Su Yun in Julong Mountain put away his sword and looked in surprise at Yue Querer in front of him who was stretching his face with his hands and had a playful expression.
Yue Qier looked at his apprentice and said jokingly, "You don't want to go?"
"That's not the case." Su Yun chuckled and walked up to the master. He took the silk scarf from the master's other hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I'm just afraid that mother will recognize me. Twenty days have passed in the world outside Julong Mountain. In mother's mind, I am still in seclusion in Huanxi Temple."
"Well, you said that the master certainly considered it."
As he spoke, Yue Er took out a mask from his sleeve and handed it to Su Yun:
"When the time comes, you will wear this mask to compete. As long as you don't take it off, no one will know what you look like, not even Dongxu. And you will have to compete with this identity..."
The past seems like yesterday.
Su Yun answered the man's question: "Penglai Island, Liu Guzhou."
After saying this, the man paused in front of the copper pen on the writing table, then repeated the question: "Penglai Island?"
"That's right." Su Yun said calmly.
The man sitting at the table raised his head and looked at Su Yun. The drowsiness in his eyes was gone. He stared at Su Yun for a moment, then picked up a golden pen and wrote on the paper: "Penglai Island, Liu Guzhou. Brother, can you tell me if I wrote it wrong?"
Su Yun lowered his head to confirm: "The strokes are concise and vigorous, and the handwriting is very good."
"I usually write when I have nothing to do. Now it seems to be OK." After saying that, the man stood up and took out a small jade token and bamboo scroll from his arms and handed them to Su Yun: "This jade token is the certificate for admission, and this bamboo scroll records the details of the competition of the sect's grand ceremony. Brother Liu, keep it well."
Su Yun took the things and thanked him politely, then walked into Liangzhou City without staying long.
Watching Su Yun leaving, the man ordered, "Uncle Chengen, pack up your things and get ready to go."
"Your Highness is not going to write anymore?"
"I'm done with my fun here." The man dusted off his clothes and continued, "Liu Guzhou from Penglai Island. When did the national master accept a disciple? This sect's grand ceremony is finally getting exciting."
After a while, it was already dark.
After walking through the city gate, Su Yun looked down at the jade token and bamboo scroll in his hand, and whispered, "With such a strong Ziwei dragon energy, the man's identity must be extraordinary."
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The night market in Liangzhou City is now particularly lively with colorful lanterns and constant flow of people.
If we don't count the time Su Yun spent training in Julong Mountain, only a little over a month has passed here, but the changes are different from the previous times he passed through here. The sense of border restrictions has been diluted.
As Su Yun walked, he came to a tavern and inn called Zuichuntang. This kind of place sells alcohol and food on the first floor, and accommodation on the second and third floors. It is a place that people in the world yearn for, and it is also the only choice for travelers to fill their stomachs.
When Su Yun returned this time, he could not reveal his identity according to the instructions of his master Yue Qier, so he could not rely on the power of Jiange to find a place to live. So the tavern inn was a good choice.
As he walked into the inn, the aroma of aged wine from the granary first hit his nose. If Su Yun did not have spiritual energy, if he was a novice who had never drunk much, he would probably be half drunk as soon as he walked in.
The tavern was steaming hot. Crispy meatballs and dried bamboo shoots kept rolling and floating in the red spicy soup in the copper pot. A barbarian threw a piece of beef tripe into the pot twice, and then started to eat it with a sip of wine and a mouthful of beef tripe. Su Yun, who had been hiding in the mountains for many years, had not eaten meat for a long time. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
At this time, the waiter, who had freed his hands and feet, came forward and asked, "Sir, would you like to stay overnight or have a meal?"
Su Yun said, "Stay in a hotel."
"Okay, sir, please go upstairs." The waiter took Su Yun to the side and back stairs and said, "We have ten 人-shaped guest rooms and seven 地-shaped guest rooms on the second floor, and three 天-shaped guest rooms on the third floor. Which one would you like?"
The accommodation conditions couldn't be bad, and Su Yun wasn't a poor person, so he didn't think much about it and said, "I want the word 'tian'."
Dear guest!
Opening the Tianzi guest room on the third floor, the two-bedroom room is decorated elegantly and decently. There is a large mahogany table in the middle with tea sets and teapots. At night, the moonlight shines on the white epiphyllums blooming by the windowsill. Although it is winter, there are several floor heating wires in the room, so it is still as warm as spring when you step into the room.
Su Yun nodded in satisfaction, then generously took out a bag of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper: "I think I will need to stay for several days. How many days will this silver be enough for me?"
The waiter weighed the money bag, which was very heavy and probably weighed more than a hundred taels. "That's enough. It can last you a month. Sir, do you have any other instructions? If not, I won't disturb you to rest."
"Then please bring some food up." Su Yun responded.
"Speaking of which, sir, hot pot is a must-try in this cold weather. Would you like some?"
"Well, but don't use a too spicy soup base. Also, cut half a pound of beef, and add some meatballs, beef tripe, and vegetarian dishes." Su Yun gave instructions. The practitioners of Jiange did not abstain from meat, so there was no concern about ordering dishes. The only thing was that Su Yun, like his mother, did not like spicy food.
"I understand, but my dear guest, you only want to eat the dishes. How about some wine? The old fermented soda in our restaurant is very delicious. There is a saying that even a god would get drunk after drinking three cups."
This waiter in this shop has a clever tongue.
Just looking at the colorful lanterns and the crowd outside the window, even Su Yun couldn't help but feel a little sad. The sect's grand ceremony would not begin until three days later, so it would not matter if he was drunk. He accepted the waiter's recommendation and said, "Then let's have one, no... three!"
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment and I'll bring it to you right away."
Indeed, not long after, the charcoal-burning copper pot, ingredients and three jars of old fermented rice wine were placed in Su Yun's Tianzi No. 1 Room. While waiting for the hot pot soup to heat up, Su Yun took out the bamboo scroll introducing the sect's grand ceremony and started reading it. He also opened a jar of wine for himself.
The aroma of wine is intoxicating, and the nectar falling into the cup is very beautiful.
On the highest floor of Qiong Yao Xuan in Liangzhou City, Huang Feng sat comfortably by the window, enjoying the beautiful scenery with a glass of fine wine in his hand. "The first taste of green wine makes people drunk easily, and I sleep soundly by the small window with a pillow. The night view of Liangzhou City is good, but it is not as desolate as my Daman, nor as mysterious and beautiful as the quiet mountains. Fortunately, I have a beauty by my side, not bad."
After not seeing him for many days, Huang Feng seemed to have grown taller after his retreat. The only two things that remained unchanged were his body, which was still as skinny as before, and his face, which was still as ugly and dark as before!!
After finishing his words, Huang Feng turned his head and looked forward, looking at Shangguan Yuhe, the stunning swordsman who was wearing a plain sword robe with black patterns and sitting quietly with his eyes closed, like a snow lotus on a high mountain.
Shangguan Yuhe, who was sitting at the wine table, had no intention of appreciating the night view or drinking with Huang Feng. She came here simply to meet with Pei Wan.
The night wind blew, and the Taoist robe bulged into an amazing arc. From Huang Feng's perspective, the two big balls that were no less big than Pei Wan's would probably ooze milk if he spread them out on the table and rubbed them.
The skirt was split under the table. Shangguan Yuhe seemed to have never expected Huang Feng, who was sitting opposite her, to lower his head and take a peek. The two pairs of long legs in white jade high heels were crossed as they sat, and he wanted to look up along the split of the skirt...
The sound of footsteps was heard.
Shangguan Yuhe slowly opened his cold sword eyes upon hearing the voice. Huang Feng, who was sitting opposite him, quickly raised his body and drank the wine in his hand, swallowing lightly, not knowing whether he was tasting the beautiful scenery or the good wine.
A graceful figure floated by on the stairs. Her pink pleated skirt was embroidered with falling peach blossoms. Her embroidered boots stepped lightly on the wooden floor. Pei Wan, a woman with a voluptuous figure, trotted up with a jade plaque and a bamboo scroll in her hands.
Sitting next to Shangguan Yuhe, his huge chest trembling after running, Pei Wan handed the thing to Shangguan Yuhe while panting, then poured himself a glass of something and drank it. The wine was spicy in his throat, choking Pei Wan and making him cough continuously.
"That's wine... this pot is tea." Shangguan Yuhe took the things and saw her good sister in Jiange choked by the wine, so she quickly moved the teapot over.
Pei Wan's face flushed and he didn't say much. He opened the lid of the teapot and started drinking. His posture was very heroic. However, Pei Wan's beautiful peach blossom eyes did not forget to stare at Huang Feng who was sitting opposite him while drinking tea.
Huang Feng curled his lips, not paying any attention to Pei Wan's gaze, and then took a sip of the wine in the glass. He even felt a little proud and surprised in his heart. Pei Wan's current state was really interesting and wonderful.
As early as ten days ago, he came out of seclusion.
After absorbing the Yin essence of his dual cultivation with Yue Qier, Huang Feng successfully broke through the barrier of Qi training, and because of the huge amount of Dongxu essence, his realm soared to the fifth level of Guiling soon after the breakthrough. Because of the special reason that he practiced the Huanxi Sect's skills, his body would change with his realm, and his height also increased from five feet to nearly seven feet. (The unit quantifiers in this article mostly refer to the period between the Qin and Han dynasties, so one foot is about 23 centimeters)
After finishing his training, when Huang Feng opened his eyes, a peach blossom hairpin was stopped half an inch in front of his throat.
"Awake?" Staring at Pei Wan, who was full of resentment, Huang Feng said with interest, "It seems that this aphrodisiac really can't hold a high-level cultivator for many days. The old abbot really didn't miscalculate the date."
Pei Wan's hand holding the peach blossom hairpin was so tight that it turned red. The next moment, his arm moved slightly and his voice rose angrily:
"I kill you!!"
A thin drop of blood dotted Huang Feng's throat. He smiled and said, "Kill! Stab it in! Are you not brave enough? Stab it in and you will be free. No one else will know that you were exploited by me. You can explain to Su Yun afterwards that you were controlled by the aphrodisiac and had no choice but to have sex with me..."
"Stop talking!" Pei Wan gritted his teeth and said this.
At this time, Huang Feng raised his hands and grasped the pair of excited and trembling hands that were stabbing at him: "You have no strength left, right? You can't even kill someone who has defiled your body. Come, raise your head so that I can see what you look like after you regain consciousness."
Huang Feng smiled and lifted Pei Wan's delicate head with his other hand. The beautiful hair removed by the hairpin was scattered on her face. After he parted the hair, her dark eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and pitiful tears flowed from her beautiful peach blossom eyes. Her flower-like face was eroded by the tears, leaving red scars.
It was obvious that Pei Wan had been fully awake for a few days. During these days, she was in front of the secluded Huang Feng, hesitating over whether to kill him. When she was hesitant, she thought of the ridiculous things she had done when she was blinded by the aphrodisiac, and she cried day and night, her face was hurt by her tears.
"You look so ugly when you cry." Huang Feng wiped the tear scar with his dark, strong hand and said with a little pity: "Such a beautiful face, how sad it would be if it was ruined by your crying?"
Huang Feng's voice was like dirt, and it sounded disgusting to Pei Wan: "Huang Feng, tell me clearly, who was Dongxu who opened the space gap in Taohua Garden that day? What do you want to do by stealing Qingshan's shrine? What is your purpose! "
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Huang Feng chuckled. The beauty in front of him was so angry that she wanted to kill him but couldn't do it. She struggled and made him feel extremely excited: "You really want to know, I can tell you."
Pei Wan loosened the peach blossom hairpin that was resting on Huang Feng's throat.
"It's nothing, it's just..."
Huang Feng lay back, freeing himself from the fatal peach blossom hairpin and falling onto the bed: "Climb up and sit on me, I'll tell you slowly."
In the bamboo courtyard as winter approaches, the charcoal in the stove in the room is crackling. The plump figure of Xu Niang standing in front of the bed is swaying slightly in the firelight.
Huang Feng, who was lying on the bed, glanced at Pei Wan's body, which was shaking with anger, with a lewd look: "Are you looking forward to it? The fertile land that has not been moistened for more than 20 days must be very thirsty, right?"
"You!" Peach petals were scattered in the room, and the hairpin shone with cold light.
However, the next moment, Huang Feng took out a Sky Escape Card and a light screen appeared: "Old host, you can go in now."
"Hmm." The sound coming from the Tiandun card made Pei Wan stop what she was doing. She had seen the scene in the light curtain before, when Yun'er had contacted her when she was controlled by the aphrodisiac and doing that shameful thing with Huang Feng.
At that time, Yun'er was in a cave with pavilions and terraces in the distance, streams flowing, and leaves falling in piles. It was exactly the same as the image from the Tiandun card in Huang Feng's hand. Pei Wan raised his head, his voice no longer angry: "What on earth do you want to do?"
The image in the Tiandun card continued. As a pair of skinny and wrinkled hands pressed on the door of the cave, the door was suddenly opened. The cave was empty, without any human breath. A few pieces of Su Yun's used clothes and empty medicine bottles were vaguely scattered on the meditation stone floor inside.
Huang Feng turned off the Tiandun card: "Tell me, where did Su Yun go?"
"What do you mean?" Pei Wan was obviously stunned when he heard this, and his heart sank. Could it be that Huang Feng... was it possible... Then Pei Wan took out the Tiandun card from the ring on his little finger and looked at the familiar name in the light curtain.
Pei Wan never contacted Yun'er after she regained consciousness. She was afraid, afraid of Yun'er's expression the next time she saw her.
So Pei Wan now just wanted to find out Huang Feng's plan and purpose of action. After telling Shangguan Yuhe everything, she would choose to disappear and leave this world. But there will always be one person in this world who will make her miss him. Although that person has no blood relationship with her, he is the child she raised up with. So Pei Wan pressed the Tiandun card to communicate with Su Yun.
At this time, thousands of miles away in the Julong Mountain, the seal of the forbidden area cut off the connection of the Tiandun Card. Not to mention that Su Yun's Tiandun Card was still in the hands of his master Yue Er, who might not accept it even if he saw it.
After nearly nine attempts, Pei Wan looked at the Tiandun card in his hand with no response. His hands were shaking. He raised his head to look at Huang Feng with worried eyebrows: "What did you do to Yun'er?"
Huang Feng ignored Pei Wan's words immediately. He raised his foot and hooked it around Pei Wan's plump thigh: "Don't worry. I have no intention of killing him yet. I swear to heaven on this point."
The oath sworn by Heaven in this world is truly effective. If anyone violates it, he will no longer make progress on the path of cultivation and will not be reincarnated after death.
However, when the things she cherished in her heart were held in the hands of others, Pei Wan's struggles became weaker. She endured it silently. Huang Feng's two feet swam between her legs like fish, slowly reaching into her thighs. Her huge chest trembled. Pei Wan lowered her hand to control Huang Feng. Her initially angry face was now filled with sorrow and pity.
"don't want..."
Before he stopped talking for a second, Huang Feng felt a chill between his buttocks. His toes pulled down a pair of pants under Pei Wan's skirt. "When did you start wearing this? You were always naked before, and you lifted up your skirt and begged me to put it in as soon as you saw me? Why did you change after you woke up?"
Huang Feng continued: "I said, I can tell you everything you want to know, but you have to climb up and sit on me, and then I will tell you."
Rubbing her toes against her door, Pei Wan's body trembled and she knelt down, crying, "Don't do this again, I beg you, I really beg you."
Does she still want to have fun with this man?
At this time, Huang Feng sat up and wiped away the tears from Pei Wan's eyes with his hand: "I'm not interested in crying ugly. If this happens, I might really want to kill Su Yun." As he said that, Huang Feng untied his waist belt and his clothes slipped to the edge of the bed.
The sound of sobbing echoed in the room. Snow was still falling outside the bamboo courtyard. The snowflakes that fell on the windowsill seemed to turn into trickles of water drops on the ground because of the warmth coming from the room. The moment the water drops landed on the ground, they looked as haggard as pear blossoms in the rain.
The beautiful figure behind the window paper held a huge object in her mouth. After a long time, Pei Wan stood up and slowly took off her clothes. The perfect curves of her big breasts and buttocks were reflected on the paper, which made people imagine a lot. The next moment, the beautiful figure kicked off her shoes and socks, lifted up her plump legs, climbed gently onto the bed, and sat on the man below, with beads of sweat on her forehead.
Then she stretched out her hand and grasped the huge thing below, raised her beautiful buttocks slightly, and saw the beautiful figure on the window paper seemed to say something to the man below, then she slowly sat on it, catching the lifting up and down, her huge breasts swaying, and her beautiful legs and feet curled up into a crescent shape while sitting.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the sizzling sound of liquid, and the two people's breathing gradually came from the house.
The sound of bamboo leaves falling in the snow in the bamboo courtyard was like a pair of delicate white hands opening a bamboo scroll, and my thoughts were brought back from ten days ago to the present.
Shangguan Yuhe's eyes fell on the words on the bamboo scroll, his brows knitted slightly, his lips slightly parted, and he began to read:
"Matters regarding the sect's grand ceremony and competition.
The first match: Disciples from each sect are divided by choosing lots, and seven of them fight to decide the winner. There are a total of sixteen matches and sixteen winners.
The second match: also by drawing lots, two people fight each other, and the winners are gradually determined, and the final four strongest people are selected.
The third match: also by drawing lots, the four strong men will fight in pairs to decide two people who will compete for the title of Immortal Champion, and the last two will decide the third place.
The competition is divided into seven days. The first four days are the first round, the last two days are the second round, and the last day is the final competition.
The rewards for this competition are as follows:
All participating sects will be rewarded with a sect plaque written by the empress herself, one admission quota to the Tianzi Pavilion, and exemption from the Tiandun card tax for one year.
The winner of the top sixteen will be rewarded with one thousand spirit stones and three thousand taels of Xia currency silver. He can directly enter the Emperor's Pavilion to study, and will be given ten pills of Peiben Guyuan Pills from the Kyoto Alchemy Pavilion.
The top three are divided into Xian, Qing and Wu, followed by Xiang.
The top martial arts champion will be rewarded with three thousand spirit stones and five thousand taels of Xia currency silver, and will be admitted to the Emperor's Pavilion as a disciple of the National Master Liu Zhouyue, and will be appointed as a regular attendant of the Xia Dynasty's Wuqi, with a salary of seven hundred stones, and will be given the title of Earl of Yunyang.
The Qingkui winner will be rewarded with 5,000 spirit stones and 7,000 taels of Xia currency silver. He will be admitted into the Emperor's Pavilion as an inner disciple of the National Master Liu Zhouyue, and will be appointed as the Junior Tutor of the Crown Prince of the Xia Dynasty with a salary of 1,000 stones and a title of Marquis of Changping, which can be inherited by his descendants.
The Immortal Leader will be rewarded with 10,000 spiritual stones, 13,000 taels of Xiabi silver, and the blessing of the Emperor's luck. He will be granted the title of Imperial Censor, a salary of 2,000 dan, and the title of Duke of Pingyang, which can be inherited by his descendants. He will be given a sword and shoes to enter the palace, and he does not need to bow when entering the court, and does not need to name his name when praising or bowing! "
Snap——
The building, which was equipped with several floor heating systems, seemed to have fallen into the cold winter. Shangguan Yuhe smashed the bamboo scroll onto the table and it turned into powder:
"Dongfang Lan, you are really good at this. This competition not only reshuffles the Immortal Sect, but also takes the opportunity to strengthen your wings. I haven't seen you for more than ten years and you have become so scheming!"
As she spoke, Shangguan Yuhe raised her beautiful head and looked towards the night sky. In the night, she seemed to see someone sitting on the dragon throne, looking down with his head held high, with a domineering look on his face.
"A-choo…"
Kyoto Imperial Palace.
Snowflakes fell on the glazed eaves, and the huge imperial city seemed to be wearing a plain white dress. The palace lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed slightly in the wind, giving a feeling of a strong wind shaking the city in the middle of the night, and snow-capped buds and white silk breaking through the blue sky.
On the white jade walkway outside the Empress' bedroom, 'Shenque Palace', twelve palace maids stood quietly outside the door holding lanterns.
The Empress Dongfang Lan, wearing a majestic and noble dragon robe, was dozing off beside the desk. The golden hairpin inserted diagonally in her hair occasionally touched the black gold inkstone on the chopping board, staining it with a little black ink. Due to her tall figure, if the palace maid standing behind the curtain looked at her, her pair of slender and white legs were hanging half above the mat, and her red-oiled toes were slightly curled up, looking a little lazy.
Along the edge of the dragon robe embroidered with gold edges, the breasts that were no less beautiful than Shangguan Yuhe were pressed on the table, spreading out in a shape that was tempting to squeeze. The light golden phoenix eyes were closed relaxedly, and a few strands of silver-white hair were lazily draped over the elegant face, swaying with the breath exhaled from the red lips.
But a lustful and cold wind came from somewhere, sneaking along the fair neck into the empress's robe, caressing the two proud nipples, and wiping the beautiful scenery under the skirt.
"A-choo…"
Even the empress who had already entered the state of emptiness could not help but sneeze. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her delicate hands. There were traces of redness on the left side of her pretty face. At this moment, she no longer had the demeanor of an empress above everyone else. Instead, she looked like a cold and sleepy cat.
"Mother, what Yuan'er said before was correct, right?"
The voice came from the young girl who was sitting behind the imperial desk, reading through the pile of memorials with a pen.
The girl was in her prime, with long white hair tied up in a bun with a comb, teeth as white as gourds, eyes and eyebrows looking forward, a confident smile on her naturally beautiful face, and she was wearing a palace skirt made of yellow silk.
She looks about 70% similar to the empress. The missing 30% may be the mature temperament of a woman accumulated over the years, but she has also gained 30% of the innocence unique to young girls.
While teasing the empress, the girl still picked up her pen and wrote words on the memorial. Her eyes showed a focus and concentration rarely seen among her peers. Her two shallow feather-like eyebrows were sometimes relaxed and sometimes tightly furrowed, revealing a sense of nobility that was unique to the royal family.
The girl who could review memorials beside the empress and who had a tattoo of a young phoenix and a swimming dragon on her palace skirt without any hesitation was naturally the empress's daughter, the current Princess Baozhu Ji Shaobei.
But the playful princess didn't like this name when she was a child, so she changed herself to a new name.
Princess Jiuyuan, Princess Jiuyuan of the East!
Dongfang is taken from the surname of the empress, Jiu is the Nine in the Nine-Five Supreme, and Yuan is the Yuan in the Kite!!!
The empress woke up from her sleep and saw her daughter making fun of her. She tiptoed to pick up a thin memorial book from the side, thinking of patting her daughter's head and teaching her a lesson on loyalty, filial piety, chastity and righteousness.
However, before this small revenge was successful, Princess Jiu Yuan spoke up: "My mother really dared to slap Yuan'er on the head. Yuan'er will not read these memorials for me."
The empress put down the thin memorial, smiled slightly, and glanced at the mountain of memorials: "These civil officials submit more than a dozen memorials every day, and there must be thousands of them when they come to me. They don't even think about whether I can finish reading them in one day. Yuan'er is still good, she knows how to pity her mother."
Princess Jiuyuan did not find the empress's sudden change surprising.
In her eyes, the queen mother is such a woman, with mood swings and proud eyes. As the strongest practitioner and the emperor of the mortal dynasty on the mainland, there is nothing she cannot do. But one precious thing is that the queen mother has always been very good to her children since childhood. No matter whether it is her brother the prince or herself, the queen mother regards them as treasures in her hands and jade in her heart.
"So it's my brother who doesn't know how to pity our mother?" Princess Jiuyuan said, blinking her eyes, as if she was complaining about her brother's innocence. "But speaking of which, I heard from the inner court maids that my brother hasn't been to court for several days. Is there something wrong?"
The empress stepped lightly on the mat with her red-painted toes. She stood up and asked for a hot stove to warm her hands from a maid beside her. "Lang'er came to the palace a few days ago and asked to go to Liangzhou City to supervise the affairs of the sect's grand ceremony. I approved it."
Princess Jiuyuan suddenly exclaimed, "No wonder I was called to the palace to review memorials these days. In the past, these tasks were done by my brother, so how could it be my turn?"
"The sect's grand ceremony?" Princess Jiuyuan returned her gaze to the memorial in her hand and asked inexplicably, "Will he appear in this competition?"
The empress calmed down and looked at her daughter with her phoenix eyes. Her mind couldn't wrap around this bend for a moment. After thinking for a while, she finally understood and said, "I heard from Liu Zhou Yue Tiandun that Shangguan Yuhe is now in the Great Joy Temple to exchange for cultivation."
Princess Jiuyuan closed the memorial, picked up her pen and dipped it in ink, then opened a new memorial, and said, "Is that so?"
That look seems a bit disappointed?
The empress raised her brows slightly and moved closer to her daughter: "No way, Yuan'er, you...you haven't even met that boy, but you're already concerned about him." The empress turned her head to glance at Princess Jiuyuan's intelligent face, thinking deeply that her smart daughter shouldn't be like this.
"Mother, what are you thinking about?"
Princess Jiuyuan quickly dismissed the empress's wild thoughts: "I am just curious about what kind of person this man is, who can make the national teacher ask for a marriage alliance with me, and then make the leader of the Sword Pavilion postpone the marriage."
She was very clear that Dongfang Jiuyuan did not like Su Yun, but was just interested in the man in the marriage.
Yes, that's it!
The empress raised the corner of her mouth and put on a charming and enchanting smile. Her daughter has grown up.
"Mother, you are overthinking. Yuan'er is really gone!" Princess Jiuyuan put down the pen in her hand, looked at her mother's expression, which said, "My daughter, I understand everything you are thinking," and said with a slightly red face.
However, the next second, the empress looked at the falling white snow outside the palace and said, "Actually, it's good for you to go for a walk. You are different from your mother. You are usually trapped in this imperial city or in the princess's mansion like a bird in a cage. You have never seen how bright the outside world is. It's too tiring to live like this."
Princess Jiuyuan blinked her eyes. It was rare for her mother to address her as mother and daughter.
The empress turned around and said to her daughter, "Yuan'er, go to the sect's grand ceremony to have some fun. It's just a way to relax."
"I think it's because mother can't stand the loneliness in the deep palace and wants to go out and relax." Jiu Yuan pouted and said, "Then mother, will you go?"
"Um."
The empress frowned and thought for a moment: "I will go, but... the murderer who attacked and killed the guards has confessed his crime. I will have to interrogate him with the Zongzhengfu before setting off."
"Okay then."
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About two cups of tea time later, Dongfang Jiuyuan left the palace on a sedan chair carried by six people.
The maid standing outside the palace gate, seeing the princess leave the city, hurried forward and put on a thick fur coat: "Master, you are wearing so thin, be careful not to catch a cold."
Princess Jiu Yuan patted the maid's hand and looked at the tall black-maned horse parked nearby: "Whose horse is that?"
The maid replied, "The horse of the Minister of State, Ying Gao, has a cold star on its head and a long tail. It is a rare BMW in Ganliang."
"How many miles can you travel?"
"It's no problem to make great progress every day."
"That's good." Princess Jiuyuan nodded, got off the sedan chair and walked straight over. She pulled the reins, mounted the horse, and clamped her legs together. She did it in one go: "Tell Ying Gao that his horse is mine."
"Hey? Where are you going, Princess?"
The maid watched her master riding away with a confused look on her face. She immediately told the palace maid beside her to explain to Official Ying Gao, and the next second she jumped up, sat on the horse in Prime Minister Zhao's carriage, cut the reins, and followed the princess out of the imperial city.
Zhao Xiangguo was left alone. He climbed out of the car and looked at his own broken car frame in embarrassment, drifting away in the cold snow...