Chapter 484 Xuanyuan!

Five years later, after the baptism of years, the beauty of Murong Qingcheng became more and more prominent.

Her legs are slender, tall and graceful, and her purple carved long skirt can't hide her proud and exquisite posture. Her wrists are like the moon, she bully the frost and snow, and her face is exquisite. No matter how picky people are, they can't find any flaws.

Her green silk is scattered, and her beautiful eyes are like a cold pool, clear and clean. She communicates with Liu Huaye and others with a smile at the corners of her lips, elegant and elegant and luxurious.

She seems to be born with this temperament, unpretentious, unpretentious, original, emitting the purest fragrance.

Murong Qingcheng said hello to the simple and silent Shen Longxiang, turned to Xuan with a smile, and his eyes were a little strange. He said, "Qingcheng has seen words and songs, and it is indeed the best in the world. I'm afraid that even the two above are slightly inferior to her!"

Xuan's smiling eyes changed slightly, nodded gently, and said nothing.

Ye Qingyan raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Murong Qingcheng with some surprise. She seemed to know something she didn't know very well.

Murong Qingcheng raised his head and stared at the two women still facing each other in the void. Her eyes were strange and helpless. She quietly stared at Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan seemed to understand what she was thinking, and her eyes were equally helpless. She smiled bitterly and shrugged her shoulders.

"You two worked thousands of miles, trekked through mountains and rivers, came to the ghost hall, and went to the little sister's Netherworld courtyard to rest for a while, okay?"

These two women seem to be natural opponents. Since their birth, they have been called peerless twins, gorgeous and beautiful, and talented. Moreover, they don't like each other, and every time they meet, they will definitely fight.

Murong Qingcheng smiled bitterly. Such two proud women are not easy to get along with, and some of them will be busy in the future.

Wan Hu'er was dressed in white and barefoot, like a fairy. She glanced at Murong Qingcheng, her wonderful eyes flowed, and smiled and said, "Since you have orders from Qingcheng, my sister is disrespectful!"

After saying that, she glanced at the saint Qiyue, who was still silent, and her eyes were full of provocation.

The saint Qiyue ignored Wanhua's provocation. She stared at Murong Qingcheng for a long time before she nodded and agreed.

After Murong Qingcheng asked Murong and other elders for instructions, he took everyone to her residence - the Netherworld courtyard.

***

The Nether Hall, the high-rise of the Nether Hall, and some old monsters who have lived in the Nether Hall gathered together to discuss the inheritance of the Netherworld.

"The beautiful city has obtained the inheritance of the domination of the underworld, and I, the underworld Hall will dominate the ups and downs and integrate the ghost road!" Murong is a typical radical. From the beginning, he showed his huge ambition.

"It's not easy!"

An old man in black shook his head and integrated the ghost way. It's simple to say and too difficult to do. They are all giant tyrants. Who is willing to easily choose to submit?

Put yourself in the other's shoes. If people of other factions get the inheritance of the underworld and want the Underworld Hall to submit to him, they will definitely oppose it and would rather fight for a fish to death than bow their heads.

"It's really not easy. It's too difficult to operate!"

The silver-haired old man said slowly. His tone was calm and slow. Obviously, after careful thinking, he opened his mouth, "But it is not impossible to succeed!"

"What do you say?" Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up and integrated other ghost forces. What they dreamed of now, listening to what the silver-haired old man said seemed to be a play, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Wait!"

The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes deeper than the black hole. He looked around and saw that everyone was puzzled, and then said in a low voice: "When Qingcheng becomes strong, when Qingcheng completely absorbs and integrates the underworld inheritance, her strength will certainly be extremely strong. Even if those people have ghosts, they will drop their teeth and swallow them and want to submit. Not even!"

"But... won't it take a long time?"

Murong is hesitant. Murong Qingcheng is no longer a senior king. If she waits to completely integrate the underworld and reach the height of worship by all sentient beings, how long will it take, a hundred years or a thousand years?

"There's nothing we can do!"

The silver-haired old man said lightly, "Now it is completely impossible to make them submit based on the inheritance and the underworld order. They are all a group of old foxes with empty eyelashes. Who doesn't have their own plans? If we attack and suppress people with momentum, in that case, my Nether Hall is under too much pressure. Moreover, if we provoke their rebellious psychology and form an alliance against the Nether Hall together, then my Nether Hall will be too passive!"

Everyone is silent. The so-called tigers can't withstand the wolves. What's more, those tigers with peerless horror, no matter how strong the Netherworld Hall is, dares to provoke public anger, I'm afraid it will be very miserable.

"Only when Qingcheng is completely strong and she can use the power of the inheritance of the underworld like an arm can I have a chance to reign in the ghost hall!"

The silver-haired old man glanced at the crowd and said in a low voice, "The only chance!"

***

The Netherworld.

This is the place where Murong Qingcheng and his sister Murong Feixue live. Naturally, it is extremely elegant. The rockery is undulating, the weeping willows, and all kinds of rare fish in the clear pool are swimming happily. The courtyard is full of flowers, which can be called hundreds of flowers, purple and red, and beautiful.

is the night, the silver moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining.

The Murong sisters held a banquet with mellow wine and delicious food. Ye Qingyan took out the amethyst gourd, during which the brewed amethyst fairy wine was fragrant for thousands of miles, which could be called nectar and jade liquid, and he raised a glass to drink with his brothers.

How can you be happy when you drink happily?

From the month to the middle of the day, several people were drunk and unconscious.

Ye Qingyan forced himself to open his hazy eyes. He sighed in his heart, but his body was extremely relaxed. How long has he been so relaxed? He drank unpreparedly. He didn't have to worry about those dangerous and treacherous swords. He could push the cup so schemingly, drink happily and laugh happily. What kind of happiness is it?

Xuanchen was drunk and muttered to himself. There was pain and sweetness in his hazy eyes. Even if he loved the bone marrow and madness in his life, he could only look up at him in his life.

Her back is infinitely beautiful, but unreachable.

A young man in the world, smiling the most ruthlessly. Xuan's smiling lips often have an intoxicating smile, which makes the women in the world crazy. He may be the only man in the world who can compare with Ye Qingyan on the outside. He is unrestrained but indifferent. No woman in the world has ever been able to enter his eyes. He seems to hang out tonight. The bright moon hanging high in the sky is bright and arrogant.

But tonight, Xuan Hanxiao, who has always been cold, is also drunk tonight, completely drunk and in a mess.

He leaned his back against the stone pillar, held the wine pot in one hand, and still poured wine into his mouth. The wine was clear and fragrant. He stared at the bright moon in the sky. He was drunk and muttered, "A elegy, I will live up to you in my life, no matter what you do..."

"No matter what you do..."

He muttered to himself, closed his eyes slightly, and looked pale. As he spoke, there was a line of tears slowly across the corners of his eyes.

The man has two lines of tears, one is life and the other is beauty. And the two lines of tears of Xuan's smile only flowed for the elegy.

There is no love in the heart of any man who doesn't want to mention. Ye Qingyan is, Xuan Chen is, and Xuan Hanxiao, who has always been free and unrestrained.

Tonight, the crescent moon is like a hook, indulgent.

......

The next morning, the rising sun rose, and the red full sun dyed half of the sky. It was bright red, like a red glow, extremely beautiful.

The morning sun was warm, covering Ye Qingyan's face through the window lattice. He couldn't help covering his face with the back of his hand to cover the light, his eyelids moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Falling..."

Ye Qingyan stared at the figure lying by her bed, and her eyes were moved. She must have been very tired last night. She helped herself to bed and fell asleep by the bed.

Murong Qingcheng raised his head and saw Ye Qingyan walk. He couldn't help saying, "You're awake!"

Ye Qingyan nodded and looked at Murong Qingcheng seriously. He stretched out his hand to open the hair in her ear. His eyes were soft and said, "Thank you for your hard work over the years!"

Murong Qingcheng's cheeks were slightly red and she shook her head gently. No matter how much she gave for him, she was still happy. How can she work hard?

The two got up and walked out of the courtyard. At this moment, Xuan Hanxiao and others have also got up. Maybe they drank too much last night, and their heads were still a little dizzy. Several people gathered together and stood by the clear pool, breathing the fragrance of the morning grass.

"Little Eight!"

Liu Huaye was rubbing her temples, with a painful face. Seeing Ye Qingyan coming, she immediately changed her face, "Your amethyst jade liquid is simply delicious. If you have time to get more for the fourth brother!"

Ye Qingyan smiled and said, "No problem!"

Xuan walked to Ye Qingyan with a smile and saw that he was fine, so he said, "I want to tell you something?"

Xuan's smiling tone was calm, and his face was also very solemn, which made Ye Qingyan a little puzzled. He didn't know what Xuan Hanxiao wanted to say to himself.

Xuan glanced at everyone with a smile and shook his head, "Come together. Anyway, you will know sooner or later!"

Several people came to Qingtan. Under the stone pavilion of last night's banquet, Xuan glanced at everyone with a smile and said, "You should have always been curious about my identity, right?"

Everyone nodded. Xuan Hanxiao's origin has always been a mystery. The world only knows that he has the best talent, kills decisively, and walks in the world. He has offended many people. There are really many people who want to kill him, but in the end, he is still alive, and those who want him to die, even if they don't die, they are more miserable.

The world speculates that Xuan Hanxiao should belong to an extremely large force, but there is no way to know what this force is. The silver-haired old man in the Nether Hall seemed to know something. He was quite afraid of Xuan's smile, but he was deeply afraid of it.

Countless people want to know what kind of teacher Xuan Hanxiao came from and what powerful there is behind him, but no one has unearthed any information. Even the mysterious Baixiao Gate seems to be afraid of something and dare not investigate Xuan Hanxiao too much.

"Actually, my surname is Xuan!"

Xuan Han's smile was amazing, which stunned everyone. Your name is Xuan Hanxiao, not Xuan, what's your last name?

Xuan smiled and said slowly, "My surname is Xuanyuan, and my name is Xiao!"