[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

"Oh... Yu Luocha, I think you have forgotten what happened two years ago..." Fang Siming stood up slowly, stepped to Yan Qingping's side, and then pulled him behind him, with some feminine inner strength slowly It flowed out, united with Yan Qingping's Wudang internal force, and slammed into it!

Yan Qingping obediently stood behind Fang Siming, and cooperated with him to hand over the control of his internal force.

"Boom—" The dark golden internal force and the black internal force entangled with each other, turning into two giant dragons, faintly pierced by a faint dragon chant.

Yu Luocha frowned, but instead of bumping head-on with them, he used his strength to leap back and avoid the two dragons who were not martial arts.

The gray mist he was in gave off a wave of instability, then receded straight back, and finally stopped at the door of the inn.

"Heh...Young Pavilion Master is really protecting your weaknesses." Yu Luocha quietly looked at the two people standing side by side over there, and felt that she seemed to have discovered something.

The Young Master of Wansheng Pavilion had fought against him two years ago.At that time, Fang Siming was like a lone wolf walking alone at night, lonely and cold, scarred but fierce, as if he didn't take his life seriously.

At that time, he almost looked at each other with admiration.Beautiful, powerful, cruel, cold.I don't know who carved out such a perfect and eye-catching artwork——

However, the white-haired youth I saw this time was completely different from two years ago.He will protect the immortal Taoist priest behind him, and trust each other with him, as if he has found a support to live in the world.

Yu Luocha suddenly felt that this scene was a bit dazzling.

Once upon a time, he had someone he could trust like this; there was someone who accompanied him; but now, he is already single.

He simply ignored those two people and turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng.

"Several honored guests are here, and I personally greet you, but you are so barbaric, you attack immediately." He sighed, "Especially this hero Lu Xiaofeng, I remember back then, he took care of me and wouldn't be me I will not be my friend, and I will not be my enemy. Didn't you think that you violated the agreement today?"

This time there is a helper by his side, Lu Xiaofeng is not in the slightest, and even thoughtful: "Uncle Ximen is joking, of course you are not my enemy, nor my friend, but you are my elder! How dare we offend you, You see, even Ximen is so old, you must be very old, what should you do if you get angry?"

His grinning appearance made it impossible for anyone to tell. At the end of the case at the Yinhook Casino, he faced Yu Luocha in a frightened manner.

Jade Lonely Old Man Rakshasa: ...

Heartbroken!

Who is your uncle, I have a beautiful face, and I am still young!

"Okay." Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said coldly, interrupting Yu Luocha's threat to leave.

Feeling helpless, Yu Luocha still turned to Ximen Chuuxue, who had been reluctant to confront him just now: "I never thought that Axue would come to look for my father."

There is no news all year round, and it's hard to come here once, so it's still a mess!It hurt my father so much.

"I don't know why Ah Xue is dissatisfied with being a father, and even brings people to trouble her family?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Ximen Chuuxue stared at him, "You know why I came here."

"Oh——" Yu Luocha dragged a simple syllable into three different accents, "Could it be for my good grandson?"

"Oh, Axue, you really broke my father's heart. You don't want to take over the family business, and my father doesn't want to force you, so I let you do what you like. But father's family business always needs someone Inheritance, it's rare to have a good grandson who is willing, but Axue still doesn't agree..." Yu Luocha's indistinguishable voice was full of resentment, which made Lu Xiaoji's skin crawl.

Ximen Chuuxue had faint veins throbbing on his forehead.

He took a deep breath: "There should have been such a battle between you and me!"

If you lose, return your son to me, if I lose...I will not lose to you!

Facing Ximen Chuuxue, who was so full of sword aura, Yu Luocha was silent for a while.

"Forget it... the father, Axue, has grown up. Then, let the father see how far you have grown." He no longer spoke with his fake voice, but with his real voice , deep and full-bodied, like a cello playing in the dark night.

He was serious.

His only son, the only person in this world he cares about.

Just let him see how much this child resembles him, how much like... her.

Lu Xiaofeng held his breath, his eyes fixed on the father and son.

When the world-shattering battle was about to break out here, Yan Qingping and Fang Siming... had already left.

Yes, Lu Xiaofeng secretly gave Yan Qingping winks before.As early as when Yu Luocha diverted his attention from them, Fang Siming pulled Yan Qingping away.

Yu Luocha was dragged by Ximen Chuuxue, and the Demon Sect of the Western Regions was nearby, which happened to let the two of them go in to find someone.

Yan Qingping didn't understand Lu Xiaofeng's eyes at first, thinking what's going on with you heroes, how can you read each other's eyes, why can't I understand...

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, as long as Fang Siming understands.When the young pavilion master's man is different, when Yu Luocha's mind fluctuates, he decisively uses Anxiang's hidden secret technique to lead people away quietly, without even alarming Yu Luocha.

Ximen Chuuxue's son had far more influence on Yu Luocha than Fang Siming thought.

Yan Qingping didn't understand what Lu Xiaofeng meant, but at least he knew to listen to Fang Siming.But he wasn't stupid either. After he was honestly led by Fang Siming to sneak out, he came to his senses.

only……

"Brother Siming, we are not familiar with the Demon Cult of the Western Regions. In such a short time, how can we find someone from Yu Luocha's lair?" Yan Qingping and Fang Siming jumped side by side in the air.He didn't know the way, so he just followed Fang Siming.

Fang Siming's golden pupils were dark: "It's nothing, I'm familiar with it."

Yan Qingping: "?"

"Two years ago, I had a feud with Yu Luocha." Fang Siming concealed that Yu Luocha wanted to capture him back to the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, and roughly talked about the original experience, "I was seriously affected by the poison , not his opponent. But you also know that I have learned a lot, and finally used illusion to lure him to reveal his weakness, and was able to escape."

"It's also a sign that the people who occupy this world are not familiar with our martial arts methods." Fang Siming said lightly, and actually used the word "we", "In short, he fell into my lead without knowing it." Dream art. Therefore... I know most of the secrets of the Demonic Cult of the Western Regions."

Yan Qingping frowned upon hearing this.

Fang Siming's heart sank for a moment, but he didn't show it on his face.He sneered: "Why, don't you like what I do? Or do you look down on my methods?"

Yan Qingping blinked: "Brother Siming, what joke are you kidding? I was just worried about you. The situation was so dangerous two years ago, almost..."

"I'm not going to see you anymore."

As he said this, there was a bit of fear and joy on his face.

Fang Siming is still not used to such straight shots, his ears turned red, and he changed the subject: "Actually, Yu Luocha has probably noticed that I peeped into his past, so most of the secrets of the Raksha Sect should have been changed. "

"It's just that these dead things can be changed, but a person's character and habits cannot be easily changed. The power of dream induction is far beyond his imagination. He must not have imagined how deep I know him."

When Yan Qingping heard the last sentence, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

What does it mean to know him deeply...

He suppressed the sourness in his heart, jumped forward a few times suddenly, borrowed some strength from the mountain wall beside him, jumped and turned around in the air, faced Fang Siming face to face in the air, and stretched out his hand to Fang Siming before descending.

"Brother Siming, would you like to try 'Inviting the Moon' with me?" He was all smiles, and there was sparkle in his curved peach eyes.

Fang Siming snorted, and his slender and fair hands grabbed Yan Qingping who was about to fall because he had no leverage, and led him to turn around, borrowing strength, and the "Yueyue Xing" footwork has been used.

"Just this once, don't fall yourself to death."

Yan Qingping's eyes were full of smiles, and the gentleness in his black pupils was enough to drown people.

He took advantage of the opportunity to meet Fang Siming's palms, and two dragons, one gold and one ink, rushed out from the joint, and then dissipated after spinning around them.

In this way, they leveraged each other's strengths and leaped all the way to the Rakshasa Sect in the Western Regions.

The faint dragon chant of the golden and ink twin dragons also resounded all the way.

The three people far away in the inn (especially Lu Xiaofeng) knew the situation of the two of them, and they must feel aggrieved.

Ximen Junxuan who is about to be rescued: ... oh, fake father.

The inn was too small, Yu Luocha and Ximen Chuuxue fought in the wilderness outside the inn.Ximen Chuuxue's sword was so fast that Lu Xiaofeng couldn't see clearly.But Yu Luocha only connected with a pair of fleshy palms, obviously slowly, but received every sword of Ximen Chuuxue.

Finally, the wind and smoke subsided.

Who won?Who lost?

Lu Xiaofeng nervously looked at the two facing each other.

Ximen Chuuxue stood with his sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, no change could be seen.

Yu Luocha had already removed the fog from the body shield, and Lu Xiaofeng finally saw the opponent's true face clearly.

Yu Luocha is about the same height as Ximen Chuuxue, but their temperament is very different.He wore a simple bright red robe, revealing a large wheat-colored firm chest.Under the hem of the robe, there are smooth and firm calves and feet without shoes and socks.Golden foot bells hung on his ankles, like the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

He lowered his head, his seaweed-like black hair was curled and scattered all over his body.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart ached - did Ximen Chuuxue win?

"Heh." Yu Luocha chuckled.He raised his head, his long hair fell down his back, Lu Xiaofeng finally saw his face.

A face carefully sculpted like a god.The edges and corners are sharp, and the honey-colored skin has no traces of age, and his age cannot be seen at all.The deep-set eye sockets and dark green eyes should be brought by the blood of the Western Regions. The bridge of the nose is straight, the red lips are thin and bright, and the curved arc can not be said to be indifferent or mocking.Two golden earrings hung on the left earlobe, full of exotic style.

Lu Xiaofeng gasped.

——On this perfect face, there was a half-finger long sword wound.Blood was running down his cheeks and dripping slowly from his chin.

"Heh...hehe...hahahahahahaha!" Yu Luocha raised his hand to caress the wound, and looked at Ximen Chuuxue opposite with his eyes, the corners of his lips became more and more curved, finally turning into a long smile.

"Axue... As a father, Axue..." He stretched out his tongue and swept away a few drops of blood, his green eyes were full of complacency, "As expected of my son!"

Ximen Chuuxue stood still for a while and then said slowly: "I lost."

Even if he aspires to the Dao of the Sword, he is still no match for his biological father.In the previous fights, Yu Luocha always had reservations about him.

He tightened his grip on the sword.There is no trace of loss in my heart, but full of fighting spirit.

Still have to become stronger.

As strong as his father, then stronger than him.

He saw the sword path in front of him again, which was farther away than before.

Yu Luocha stopped laughing, and casually raised her hand to wipe away the blood.

"No, Axue, you won." He suddenly showed a gentle smile that surprised Ximen Chuuxue, "Of course my father has reservations about you, but I believe that when Axue faces his father , I certainly didn't display all my sword skills..."

Ximen Chuixue was silent.

After all, Yu Luocha was his father, and he had been taking care of him silently for so many years. Even if he practiced the ruthless sword, it was impossible for him to have a real killing intent towards his biological father.

"So you won, Axue." Under the circulation of Yu Luocha's powerful internal strength, the small wound stopped bleeding and even began to heal slowly, "I...proud of you."

He sighed, turned around and walked back to the inn, and glanced at Lu Xiaofeng: "What are you doing standing there, nephew Lu Xian? Come and have a drink with uncle."

Before stepping into the door of the inn, he paused, and looked back at Ximen Chuuxue who was still standing still.

The other party also looked at him calmly.

"Axue...you are very much like your mother."

"I am very happy."

Then his expression changed, and he sat in the seat where Fang Siming was before with an unscrupulous expression: "Oh, who is so kind, and even prepared appetizers for me. Nephew Lu Xian, why don't you serve wine?"

What else could Lu Xiaofeng do?

He felt that he shouldn't have made the trip.

Even though he was so slanderous, he honestly dug out a few jars of wine from the back kitchen.And looking at Yu Luocha and Ximen Chuuxue who was already sitting opposite Yu Luocha, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Ximen Chuuxue is his good friend.

Now, his friend is about to resolve conflicts with his father.

How could this not make Lu Xiaofeng happy?

He smiled happily, sat beside them, and poured wine for them.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't want to drink at all.But he just picked up the bad wine and drank it all in one gulp.Presumably his cold face is also happy.

Yu Luocha unceremoniously picked up a piece of tofu meat, and ate it happily while disliking it for being cold.He is also very happy to finally have a relationship with his son to resolve conflicts.

Who can not be happy?

Fang Siming is not happy.

He stood at the door of the inn, looking at the few people who were drinking and eating, his face suddenly darkened.

my type! ! !

The author has something to say: Well... I overestimated myself, I didn't finish writing...