Chapter 22 A Great Gift (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)

Xuanqi is the essence of heaven and earth. The difficulty of cultivating Xuanqi is to compete with heaven and earth for the essence. The difficulty can be imagined. Although this Mother Li's cultivation is not as high as his, her mysterious spirit is not small, and it can't be wasted.

"Tick..."

With a hand and a finger, Yang Heng's mysterious energy rushed, and a drop of blood fell from his fingers on the seal.

Yang Heng used this drop of blood as an introduction to attract the mysterious spirit absorbed by the sickle demon god little by little.

"Hm..."

The mysterious gas sealed in the seal was at first like a trickle, and then it was like the Yangtze River rushing endlessly. In the end, thousands of rivers converged into a warm current, magnificent, and the unparalleled hot flow was like a huge wave in the sea, rushing out of the cyclone that penetrated into Yang Heng's body like crazy.

The umbilical wheel is the position formed by the central soul. Yang Heng has just reached the central soul state. Therefore, the cyclone here was not particularly strong.

However, these mysterious gas from the seal suddenly joined in, and Yang Heng's umbilical wheel was immediately hot, and he could hardly move all over. Driven by this external Xuanqi, the Xuanqi in the body runs automatically, the water rises, and the Xuanqi in the umbilical wheel immediately rotates violently and can't help pushing, almost from an ambiguous ripple to a crazy cyclone.

Yang Heng even suspected that as long as there was more mystery, the navel wheel could not stand it.

When the umbilical wheel can't stand it, he will form a new cyclone in the heart wheel, and his cultivation will also reach the realm of strength.

"Oh!"

Yang Heng opened his mouth and opened his eyes slowly.

"Unfortunately, it's still a little worse. After all, this Mother Li is just a small role. Her mysterious spirit is not vast enough, and it is not pure enough, otherwise I can hit the realm of strength in one fell swoop."

Yang Heng is very clear that the mysterious qi he absorbs is not pure enough and needs him to slowly refine and digest them.

"Although it's not perfect, it's not in vain that I'm busy tonight. I've found all the energy consumed by the sickle demon god before."

Overnight, all the energy consumed recovered, which was unexpected even Yang Heng himself.

After some absorption and adjustment, Yang Heng is energetic and does not look like he has just gone through a life-and-death war.

Turning his head and looking out of the window, it was bright. He couldn't remember clearly. How long he had practiced just now, and unconsciously, it was dawn.

He picked up the letter he wrote last night, then reached out and lifted Mother Li's body firmly with a cyclone, slowly walked out of the door, and walked all the way to the door of Lingxiaoyuan.

As soon as he came out of the Lingxiao Pavilion, Yang Heng felt a little strange. He suddenly turned around and saw more than 100 soldiers lined up in an arc. He opened his eyes wide and stared at him. Being swept away by Yang Heng's eyes, these people turned their eyes to other places with a guilty heart.

"Well, he still held the body, but he didn't destroy the corpse. What is this Muyi, so blatant, what is he going to do?" Among the crowd, some scholars whispered.

"Who knows, if we follow him from afar, we will always come out."

......

These comments fell into Yang Heng's ears word by word. He ignored it, did not change his face, and took a big step to the door of Ling Xiaoyuan.

The more than 100 scholars behind him naturally followed closely and wanted to find out. At this time, they didn't want to miss Yang Heng's every move.

Yang Heng walked to the door of Lingxiaoyuan, but did not go out. Instead, he made a move and called a guard to guard the door.

Lingxiao Garden is a forbidden place, and naturally there are guards responsible for guarding it. These guards are the elite force in Kang's resistance to 5,000 Qishi camp. They are dressed in heavy armor, from golden helmets to gold armor, at least two or three hundred catties, but they are as easy and effortless as wearing feather clothes. Yang Heng saw at a glance that these people are at least masters of the heroic realm of sages.

The guard responsible for guarding Lingxiao Pavilion is much smarter than the Kang Yihu Yang Heng met before. In particular, the black gun in their hands is not ordinary metal at a glance. Far away, Yang Heng can feel a cold air coming.

Such cultivation, such momentum, must have experienced countless killings in the army, and came out of the sea of corpses and blood. Ordinary people, who are stared at by their eyes, will be scared to death.

In the army, they can all be ten, even one hundred, at least the first-level talent of colonel, but now, they are willing to guard the manor for Kangkang resistance. It can be seen that Kangkang does have a place beyond ordinary people.

"Jump..."

A guard saw Yang Heng wag his hand, and his eyes flashed. Although he didn't know why, he still took a big step and came over angrily.

He knew that the more than 100 scholars in Lingxiaoyuan, whether they could pass the scribe examination after a month, were the talents that his master wanted to attract, so he did not dare to neglect them.

Hang!

He put the black long gun to the ground and made a crisp sound. The guard stood firmly in front of Yang Heng.

"Fa son, what can I do for you?" Although it was very polite, the guard's tone was cold, from beginning to end, like an iceberg that would not melt.

Although this person is a guard, he is majestic. Perhaps, in his eyes, the scholar who has not passed the scribe examination is not enough to show too much enthusiasm and respect.

"Oh, brother, I have a gift here. Please send it for me!" Yang Heng didn't think it was a pestle at all and said lightly.

"Gift?" The guard's eyes flashed, and suddenly his face looked contemptuous, "Sir, I'm sorry, the scribe's assessment is coming. In order not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, the marquis has a strict order to start from the marquis and go down to the marquis's mansion. No one can accept the gifts of the scholars."

"Well, Hou, the surname of the country, is high and elegant, and strictly abides by the imperial rites, which we scholars admire very much. However, my gift is different, and my gift is not for the Marquis, but for Mrs. Dingbei. Yang Heng waved his hand and said coldly.

"For your wife?" The guard was shocked, "What is it?"

"It's her!" With a bang, Yang Heng erected Mami Li's body on the ground, stood in front of the guard, and then pulled the cloth wrapped in Mami Li's face down, revealing Mami Li's white and scary face.

"Ah, is it Mother Li?" Seeing this face, the guard was moved and immediately exclaimed. At that time, on the battlefield, in the face of countless armies in the Northern Wilderness, he did not want to be so surprised now!

"Yes, that's her! Although the surnamed Hou is elegant and abiding by the etiquette, Ling Xiaoyuan's guard work is not very good. I don't know what crime should be done by the people in Hou's house to break into the forbidden place according to the imperial court etiquette? Yang Heng pointed to Mother Li's body and spoke slowly. Invisibly, there was a strong deterrent, which made people's legs tremble.

"This?"

The guard was poor, and a pair of eyelids were beating repeatedly. For a moment, I couldn't remember how to deal with it.

He is not regreting Mother Li, but worrying about himself.

Lingxiaoyuan is a forbidden place. He is responsible for guarding this place and does not dare to neglect it for a moment. Mother Li died in Lingxiaoyuan and was carried out by the soldiers inside with great fanfare. This crime of dereliction of duty is inevitable. Yang Heng's move is undoubtedly hitting him in the face!

Isn't hitting him in the face?

"Are you Mu Yi, the Mu Yi who dares to fight against the little marquis in Lingxiaoyuan?" The guard was worthy of having seen the world. His thoughts turned around, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a few times. Finally, he stared at Yang Heng and asked in a low voice.

"You are not qualified to know who I am. As long as you give my gift and this letter to Mrs. Dingbei, she will naturally know who I am!" Yang Heng answered the question and didn't pay attention to this person at all.

"You..." The guard couldn't help but be angry. With a sound, the black gun standing on the ground raised. Yang Heng had no intention and stirred up the anger in the guard's heart with a few words.

"If you dare to fight against the scholar, believe it or not, my words can make you die without burial." To provoke the anger in the guard's heart, Yang Heng did not let him vent. Instead, he opened his eyes, looked angrily, and shouted fiercely.

Yang Heng's big shout was tantamount to a blow in the head. The extremely angry guard heard it and immediately stood up as if he had been hit by a stylization. He could not retreat or enter.

With the unknown situation of Hou, it is already a great crime to privately release Mother Li into Lingxiaoyuan. If you take action against the scholar again, it is unforgivable! Although this person is extremely angry, he still retains a calm and rationality.

"Hmm!" Yang Heng snorted coldly, sent Mother Li and the letter to the guard, shook his hands, and suddenly turned around, "Like you, you only deserve to be a slave after all."

Leaving a cold sentence, Yang Heng turned around and left with a sneer.

Hearing the word "slave", the guard trembled and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. At this time, anger finally defeated reason. He held up his long gun and followed two steps to chase into Ling Xiaoyuan, shining on Yang Heng's back and stabbing him fiercely.

"Presumptuous, Kang Jianan, are you going to make mistakes again and again and break the law?" In the depths of Hou's mansion, suddenly came a majestic female voice, "Prepare the gift that the prince gave to me and thank him for me."

As soon as he heard this sound, Yang Heng suddenly stopped. This voice is said in a hurry and listens to it, which makes people have a wonderful feeling like listening to fairy music. However, if you listen carefully, you can feel an uncontrollable anger from it.

The person who made this sound is Mrs. Dingbei.