Chapter 37 Butterfly Fengshan Zen Gate

This breakfast was quite embarrassing. Xiao Yu tried her best to hold back her smile, and her eyes turned between the swordsman and the moment. The swordsman said, "Is it good-looking?"

Xiao Yu spit out her tongue: "It's not good-looking. It's not good-looking at all. It's just a lonely man and woman. It's really not good-looking at all." The swordsman was speechless for a while. At a glance, he bowed his head and quickly nibbled at the five words, taking charge outside the window.

"Is it that Beauty Xiao is jealous?" After Dugu Caihua finished speaking, his eyes couldn't help sweeping at Xiao Yu's proud chest.

Zhan Jian Wanrong smiled and coughed: "Brother Caihua, don't stare at other people's place."

Dugu picked flowers and glanced at the plain on Wanrong's chest: "If you have it, I will look at you every day."

Casting Jian Wanrong stared at each other: "I don't want it."

Xiao Yu said beside him, "All right, let's eat, and we have to go to Diefeng Mountain later."

After breakfast, several people got back into the carriage and Zhu Jian Wanrong changed into a suit of men's clothing. Of course, it is to avoid taking back the cast sword and flat clothes. Diefeng Mountain is located in the county seat of Diefeng County, less than 30 miles away. The carriage came all the way, and it was very lively all the way.

Dragon Set A "Your cattle gang also dares to go to Diefeng Mountain, and the ghost soul chasing jade is not yours."

Dragon Set B "The world is so big that only my white horse helps martial arts to walk alone in the world. What's enough for you and the young people?"

Dragon set C: "Brothers, last time the bull gang dared to rob our master's wife. This time we have to find the scene, kill them all.

Suddenly, there were killing sounds, and blood splashed in the shadow of knives and swords. The swordsman sitting in the car listened to the killing sounds outside, and the swordsman couldn't help frowning slightly. Xiao Yu pouted helplessly: "What kind of people are they who don't want to kill the Yi people?"

"It's very similar to the Han people on earth." After saying that, the swordsman felt lonely.

"Han nationality? What the hell?" A trace of doubt flashed on Zhu Jian Wanrong's face and looked at the sword clan.

The sword clan knew that they had missed the word and quickly lied: "A race recorded in the materials of Jimo Villa."

" boss, is there such a record in those materials?" Dugu picked flowers and put his head into the car.

"How do you know that you haven't read those books?" The swordsman looked at Dugu Caihua with contempt: "Run your car."

"You usually look extremely cold, but now you have taken off your disguise. I really can't see that you are quite good at it." Xiao Yu muttered.

Hearing this, the swordsman immediately turned pale. Xiao Yu looked at the embarrassment of the sword clan, waved her wrist and laughed: "It's okay if Xiao Yu was wrong." Shuner cleverly pulled the arm of the sword clan and shook it: "Brother of the sword clan, don't be angry."

A dark cloud floated across Wanrong's forehead, but Xiao Yu didn't care: "Yo, I'm just concerned about the smiling husband. I heard that your war was very fierce last night.

Shun'er glanced at Xiao Yu angrily: "It's all Sister Xiao Yu's fault. She talked in her sleep, which made Shun'er unable to sleep."

"When did I talk in my sleep? The little girl must be your girl Huaichun, right?"

"I don't have it." Shun'er pouted: "Yesterday, Sister Xiao Yu has been screaming, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, so noisy that she can't sleep all the time." After saying that, Shun'er lowered her head aggrievedly and rubbed her eyes: "Brother Jianzu, why did you think Sister Xiao Yu did that?"

The sword clan was stunned and touched Shun's head for a long time: "Your sister Xiao Yu must have had a nightmare and was stabbed by a bad guy." Xiao Yu took a breath when she heard this, and the bottom was so big.

Dugu picked flowers and leaned into his head again: "Little girl, don't listen to the boss. Your sister Xiao Yu was there at night."

The swordsman flew out and finally roared, "Go, your car. Don't interrupt here and don't bring bad children." Dugu Caihua, who was kicked out, couldn't help saying to himself, "I'm right."

Xiao Yu slapped directly on the door frame and said, "One more mouth, I will directly pump you down, believe it or not." After Xiao Yu finished speaking, there was no sound outside the car.

Looking at the trouble of these people in front of him, Zhu Jian Wanrong smiled and said, "Don't make trouble, I have a stomachache." Zhu Jian Wanrong touched Shun'er's shoulder: "Little Shun, come and sleep with me in the future."

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"Big boss, the Zen sect came to welcome us."

"Go, get out of the car to welcome the bald donkey." After saying that, the swords lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car. At this time, it had indeed reached the foot of Diefeng Mountain. The countryside fields exuded the smell of dirt, and the forest in the distance seemed even more quiet, but this tranquility had obviously been destroyed. At this time, the endless martial artists under Diefeng Mountain were rushing to the mountain, and a bald donkey stood with Zen beads. On the side of the car: "I was forced to welcome the young man here by the order of the loser."

"It turned out to be a cheap 13 superior, rude and rude." There was a burst of sweat in the heart of the sword clan, cheap 13, this magic number was obtained, hey, forget it. Just as the sword clan greeted the cheap 13 bald donkey, a pair of knights on horseback came straight from a distance and reported at the same time: "Menghua Xianping, the crown prince of the Second Empire, arrived in half a month."

The swordsman and Dugu Caihua looked at each other and were shocked in each other's eyes.

In front of the riding team, the sword clan and Dugu Caihua hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "Jian, Dugu, welcome the Crown Prince."

A young man wearing a purple gold crown and a brocade robe jumped directly from the horse: "Two scholars are exempt from etiquette." Menghua Xianping picked up the sword clan and Dugu to pick flowers. Shun'er looked at the crown prince. The Chinese people's face, long black hair hanging on their shoulders, but their eyes were blue. Shun'er remembered that this kind of person had a name, which was the so-called mixed-race. Shun'er looked at Wanrong beside him doubtfully.

Wanrong doesn't feel strange at all: "Today's Queen of the Half Moon Empire is Queen Elizabeth of the Violet Empire."

In a moment, she nodded as if she didn't understand, but Xiao Yu's eyes glowed: "Wanrong, those blue eyes are so beautiful." Wanrong didn't say anything when she heard it.

Menghua Xianping grabbed the sword clan's hand: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Let's go up first to talk about the past." After talking in his sleep, Xianping looked at the group of swords and didn't see anything, but the young descendant in white robe seemed to be very familiar, but for a moment, Menghua Xianping couldn't remember who it was.

The swordsman nodded.

Up the mountain. Almost ten arms and one bald donkey, each standing straight with a stick.

Walking behind the sword clan, instantly asked Wanrong doubtfully, "Sister Wanrong, isn't the brother of the sword clan known as a cold-faced swordsman? Why do I feel that he is quite familiar with many people, and it seems that the sword brother is quite in harmony with others.

Wanrong touched the head of the sword clan: "That's a foreigner. Brother Suo is still very careful about his own people."

"Is it that Brother Jian came here this time for the soul to chase jade?"

"Your Highness, what do you think of this matter?"

"A conspiracy to attract all Chinese masters." Menghua Xianping looked around and whispered.

"The public lost bald donkey has always been determined. He will dedicate the Xuanhun chasing jade to all his fellow martial arts. There is no need to doubt this. Not everyone pursues supreme power and status. There is also a kind of person in the world who is single-minded and does not remember kindness and hatred.

Menghua Xianping laughed and did not have the air of the crown prince: "I hope the holy land of Zen is like this."

"Such a grand gathering, the Yi people will not come here." The swordsman asked carefully.

"No, the Phantom Legion was all transferred to the northern border of Junzhou by the emperor. The Yi people came, killed one, a pair, and killed a pair."

Looking at the murderous spirit in the eyes of the future emperor in front of him, the sword clan could not help but be silent.

Listening to the sword clan no longer talking, Menghua Xianping patted the sword clan on the shoulder: "No matter which ethnic group the emperor is from, no matter how much Yi blood flows in my body, I will always be a Chinese people. The Chinese brothers in the land of the three continents are waiting for me to guide them to the prosperous era."

Listening to the heroic words of the crown prince beside him and the endless depression hidden in the tone, the sword clan felt a burst of decline and sadness in their hearts. Maybe this is the sadness of identity.

Walking up the last ladder, a bald head was dressed in a Zen suit and a string of Zen beads in his hand. Seeing the two swords, he hurriedly bowed: "The master of the Zen sect lost to the superiors and has seen His Royal Highness and Su Shaoxia."

"The superiors are exempt from courtesy."

Entering the Zen courtyard is also a five-entry courtyard, but the Zen courtyard is indeed not elegant. As soon as you enter the heavy place of the Zen sect, it is like a vegetable market in front of you. All the sects in the martial arts are surrounded by tables, which is noisy and lively. So that no one looked at the swordsman and Menghua Xianping when they came in.

"The superior will take us to the residence. Brother So and I both like the quiet place."

The public lost person nodded slightly. He took the swordsman into the innermost rooms: "How about living in these rooms?"

Menghua Xianping waved his hand to let the loser retreat, and the bodyguard guarded outside his ten arms. Several people walked into the room and gathered around a table. At this time, he had a chance to see the imperial prince in front of him. His broad forehead was obviously not as handsome as the sword brother, but he was more free and easy.

The sword clan made a cup of tea for all the people who were doing it, and then first said, "Your Highness, how many soldiers and horses have been arranged at the foot of the mountain this time?"

Meng Hua Xianping smiled and said, "Brother Jian, guess."

"Thirty thousand?"

"100,000. Just waiting at the foot of the mountain, there was a period of chaos, and the praetorian guards cleared the mountain directly at the first time.

Dugu picked flowers and smeared it: "It's not so bad, it's just a mysterious soul chasing jade."

"That is the existence that can make people strong against the sky or heavenly shit. If the Chinese take it, it's okay to say that if the Yi people take it, it's strange that the Chinese won't lose millions of lives. Twenty years ago, Brother Jian's father slaughtered more than 30 cities in a row. Although there is no war now, it must be prevented. Who can say For sure, the Yi people's heart to destroy our Chinese people is dead. Menghua Xianping's cautious way

The sword clan nodded slightly: "I don't know, what does the prince think of Xuanhun chasing jade?"

"The famous minister said that it was estimated that it was a piece of contaminated Xuanhun chasing jade. What's the news about Sword Brother?"

"I don't know, I also smelled it."