South no wind

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Author of "No Wind in the South": There are traces of smoke in the wine

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Until the blush disappeared, he turned his back to the gate of the palace and didn't hold back; he walked slowly and never looked back.

Under the age of the emperor stupefied Gong vs Tsundere Yin Sha Jing sub-recipient

Content tags: under the strong year

Search keywords: Protagonist: Nan Yu, Feng Zhixi┃Supporting roles: Ming Que, Yu Gewan, etc. are as numerous as stars┃Others: Sizong, Yin Yang

One-sentence introduction: Use my heart to be hot, and warm your life to be miserable!

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☆、Introduction

Rolling head and horns

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"The emperor is dead!"

"His Majesty......"

In the 14th year of Tiansheng Yuanlong, Emperor Wu died, the whole country mourned, and there was a cry of mourning outside the void palace.Only the new emperor Nangong Xishou, who had just turned 14 years old, stood before the collapse, holding the will and watching his father die silently, with an unexpectedly calm expression.

After the death knell rang three times, the cries and wailing sounded farther and farther away.

......

Gradually, the surroundings became quiet, and no sound could be heard.

Am I dead?Nan Yu wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

There was boundless darkness in front of my eyes, my body didn't feel anything, it was light, if I had to talk about feeling, it would be cold, very cold.

Well, that counts as me...

dead?

I can't see it, I can't touch it, I stretch out my hand, where's the hand?

Not only the hands, but also the body seems to have disappeared, and I can't feel my limbs, torso or any other parts.

Nan Yu panicked, where am I?What about the eve of?Where is he and why can't I even see him?

Why can't I speak?I can't scream.

After a long time, a gentle voice came from above: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nan Yu felt a little more at ease.

"Your soul has just been separated from your body, and you don't have the five senses of the body. I will put your soul in the soul-gathering lamp first, and when I return to the Senluo Hall, I will gather the soul for you. After seven days, the three souls will return to their positions. Don't panic, I will protect you."

The little emperor who was waiting before the collapse couldn't hear all of this. The young emperor had just ascended the throne for a month before his father left. Although he knew that this day would come, he just didn't expect it to be so soon.

He was the only one in the empty Xiwu Palace, staring at the candlelight beside the bed, a gust of wind blew by, the candlelight flickered a few times, and then went out.

In a place where the little emperor could not see, the man in red gently lowered the black curtain covering the lantern with his slender white hands, holding the handle of the lantern with one hand, and carefully protecting it with the other.

"Your Highness, do you need help from me?" Suo Ming black and white impermanence tested their master. You must know that this person who died today was extraordinary, and his life was not exhausted in the book of life and death, so he died without a problem.

Caught off guard, the governor of the underworld sent Wuchang to investigate, only to find out that the master of the Senluo Temple had been here for a long time, and even the lantern for gathering souls seemed to have been prepared.

"No, I'll do it myself." The person who spoke stood up, and looked back at the person on the imperial couch with his eyes closed, who was now just a lifeless shell.

"Qiwu, let's go."

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16 年前

In the 20th year of Shengyuan, Nangong Shi, the current emperor of Tiansheng Kingdom, was called Emperor Wen.

Emperor Wen was able to relax and manage the country well. He promoted agriculture and expanded border trade, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, Kangdu, the capital of Tiansheng, had just had a heavy rain, and the sun was shining in the sky.

A handsome young scholar in Tsing Yi was just about to step into a bookstore when a few strong guards suddenly appeared behind him and blocked him.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" The scholar in Tsing Yi was shocked.

"Don't be impatient, Mr. Li. You will know when you arrive at Zuixianju." The strong bodyguard said contemptuously while dragging the feeble scholar who had no strength to restrain his hands.

At the moment, on the most prosperous street in Kangdu, on the first floor of the "Drunken Immortal House", which is known as the first floor in the capital, several sons and daughters of aristocratic families are drinking and having fun.

After drinking for three rounds, we chatted about gossiping.

"Have you heard? The boudoir ladies in the capital have made a male list."

"What men's list, is it for martial arts or articles?" The young master who put down his glass became interested.

"Not at all!" The man who spoke was holding back his laughter, and the man deliberately said: "Guess."

"Could it be..." The person who answered the call winked: "The row size! Hahaha!"

Seeing that the tonality was going to be crooked, the peddler pointed with contempt: "Look, you vulgar people are all boudoir ladies. You think it's the girl from the red building. They're still big. Have you seen them? Why? Row? In this male list, the ranking is based on appearance, appearance and figure. You are an ordinary man, you can't live in it!"

The son of the aristocratic family was a little disappointed: "Male sex, what's so good about this, the key to a man's husband is strength, combat power, you know, hahaha!"

"Do you know who is the most beautiful man in Beijing in the ranking list of ladies?"

"Could it be this young master?" The speaker was full of confidence. He stood up and straightened his hair crown, fiddling with his figure.

"Brother Cui is naturally suave, but compared to this first one, he is a bit inferior!" The speaker shook his head and looked up to the second floor: "You have to stand beside him, and you can see who you are. Haha!"

"Brother Liang said who is more handsome than this young master." Mr. Cui was born with an extraordinary appearance, so he was somewhat dissatisfied.

Following Mr. Liang's hand pointing upwards, he immediately understood that he was talking about the one in the private room on the second floor, and snorted softly: "He! His body and appearance are indeed impeccable, but his character...hehe !" He didn't dare to continue, and smiled meaningfully: "Drinking and drinking, men talk about their appearance, don't they become women! Self-cultivation and pursuit of greatness are the way of a man."

For these upper-class aristocrats, eating, drinking, and having fun are not on the table, and life is about elegant style, reciting poems and composing poems, not to mention piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what is prevalent nowadays is the style of cultivating immortals and asking questions.

So the chatter about the beauty list was put aside and changed to the most popular topic at the moment: "Have you heard that there are only fifty or so sects announced by the temple this year?"

"How come there are fewer? Last year, there were more than [-] houses?"

"It is said that many illegal sects have been deleted, and a few have been added. Alas, except for the four major sects, the others are all nonsense. Those heretics, don't go!"

People's enthusiasm for cultivating immortality has produced various sects.Many sects popped up overnight, each occupying the top of the mountain. It is so-called chaos, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

"Speaking of this, I just want to laugh, haha! Do you know that there is a sect called "Sherimen"? The one who claims to be the descendant of Houyi."

"There is also the "Sun Chasing School", isn't it that he is the descendant of Kuafu! As far as I am concerned, the temple should clean up these sects that make up stories under the banner of ancient times in a mess, so as not to mislead their children."

"What you said is not funny. I went to the temple to declare and was kicked out of the sect. What is it called? Yes, it is called "Herbivore". I don't know if their sect master has been struck by lightning. It is said that the gods entrusted him with a dream and gave him a name, and he made a living by digging wild vegetables and weeds every day, so he wanted to return to the original."

"What kind of disciples can he teach. I think it should be called "Old Niu Nien Tender Grass"!"

"Hahahaha!" Even the people at the next table laughed.

Although it is a joke, it is also talking about the current chaos. In the early years, there were many strange sects in the cultivation world, with different gimmicks, and the unhealthy tendencies became more and more popular, which finally attracted the attention of the imperial court and the temple.

Emperor Wen issued a decree: Except for the four major sects of Tianling, if the other sects of cultivation want to gain a foothold in the Jianghu, they must pass the verification test of the temple to prove their qualifications, make a book and file, and issue the token of the sect before they can stand on the top of the mountain. .

After some rectification at the temple, those messy "Grass-eating Sects" and "Day-by-Sun Sects" were eliminated, and there were only dozens of sects on record, and order was finally restored.

The temple in Kangdu, the capital of Tiansheng, governs the sects of self-cultivation all over the world, and is not under the jurisdiction of the imperial power.

Except for a few priests who watch the sky in the palace and predict good fortune, they cooperate with the Ministry of Rites to take a time when the ceremony is held, to set a ceremony, etc., are all idle jobs with no power or power.

But the temple itself has always been relied on by the emperors of all dynasties.

The temple is located in the center of Kangdu capital, occupying a small area, it can be regarded as a quiet place in the midst of the hustle and bustle.The bronze doors are closed all day long, and the walls are built high. Few people enter to see the scene inside. It is majestic and mysterious.

Several towering ancient trees in the courtyard stick out their branches and leaves beyond the high wall, hanging with residual raindrops, shining in the scorching sun, casting mottled shade all over the place.The towering courtyard is impartial, calm and silent, witnessing the ups and downs of the capital city for hundreds of years, and the change of dynasties.

In the temple, a young Taoist priest in purple robes with an extraordinary appearance stood under an old tree with an umbrella, and looked into the back room frequently with his head, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, when he saw the person coming, he put on an umbrella and hurriedly greeted him with a happy face: "Master, how is the health of a real person called?"

"I'm a little tired. I've left some medicine. I'll wait for a while." The man in red under the umbrella replied as he walked.

"Master is a master of Taoism. Maybe he was tired of making books for that sect a while ago. It should be fine. Master, don't worry." : "Are we going back?"

"Well, let's go back!" The man in red, who was called by him as his master, went out of the gate of the temple, and got into a black heavy wooden carriage that had been prepared.

The man in purple robe put the umbrella in the car, hit the horse and drove away.

The Kangdu imperial city is prosperous and prosperous, the main street runs through the entrance of the palace, and restaurants and shops on both sides welcome and send people to and fro.The pedestrians on the road are bustling, looking up, they are all well-dressed from south to north, brocade clothes and luxurious clothes, greetings and bows are polite, even beggars are rarely seen.

But in this peaceful scene, a disobedient voice suddenly shouted.

"He's beating someone, look, he's about to beat someone to death!"

"Someone was beaten at the gate of Zuixianju!"

"Which family's son is this? It's so pitiful. I was beaten up like this. Is there anyone to report to the police?"

"Come and save someone!"

The crowd quickly gathered around, pointing at the guard-like people in the middle, and punching a scholar in green clothes. The scholar just rolled his head on the ground without saying a word, and didn't shout for mercy.

People in the peaceful and prosperous age had big wallets and full confidence in their speech.Seeing someone committing a crime in the street in broad daylight, the fire of justice in his heart was ignited immediately, and he began to accuse the murderer aggrievedly. The justice was full of justice, but it was only accusation, and no one stepped forward to stop it.

"Why do you beat people?" Someone in the crowd tried to figure out the ins and outs: "Which house do you guys belong to? How could you commit murder in the street?" The question was a little anticlimactic.

"That's right, who are you from? You can let the government handle things. How can you beat people in the street!" Someone began to echo loudly.

At this time, a voice came from above.

"Li Huanran, don't you beg for mercy? No, don't ask me first. If you climb up from below and use your sweet-talking mouth to lick your boots clean, I will spare you today, at least not broken. How about your appearance?"

What an arrogant tone!Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised their heads to look at the place where the sound was made.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the uprightness in the crowd will immediately dissipate.

On the balcony of the private room on the second floor of Zuixianju, it was the most beautiful man in the capital who was praised by all the ladies.Looking up from the bottom, the young man in the black brocade-patterned costume in the backlight is very dazzling. In the dazzling sunlight, the contours of his face were covered with a light edge, and the hostility on his face made his handsome face look brighter. It was completely hidden, and the corners of the mouth were curled up in an unruly manner, which made people ignore what should be a stunning smile.

The united forces just now collapsed in an instant, no one spoke out, and some only whispered: "It turned out to be him!"

The familiar crowd gradually dispersed, only a few good-natured people folded their hands and watched the excitement from afar.

The people who left thought that if they wanted to blame, they could only blame the scholar himself for being unlucky.It's not good to offend anyone, but he happened to offend this well-known assassin in the capital of Kangdu.

Emotional grievances also depend on the object.

The arrogant and unruly man ignored his surroundings, and only looked at the motionless person on the ground with great interest: "How about it? Think about it, aren't you good at talking? See what you say about all the ladies in the city. .After you finish licking this son's boots, make sure that your tongue can still bloom a flower, which is called a lotus flower."

After finishing speaking, he lifted his robe and stepped on the railing, and saw that the toes of the leather boots were covered with a row of sharp steel nails, like the sharp teeth of a ferocious beast, glowing ferociously in the sun cold light.

If this is really licking, is the tongue still there?It was really tongue-in-cheek, some of the onlookers subconsciously covered their mouths, and their tongues twitched unconsciously.

The scholar crawling on the ground hid his anger, but he gritted his teeth without saying a word, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

The smile of the man in Chinese clothes faded away, he withdrew his foot in boredom, sat down, took a drink from his glass, and shouted angrily: "Did you tell you to stop? Keep beating me!"

☆, first encounter

Zuixianju was crowded with guests, and the sound of punching and kicking outside didn't affect the people inside to drink and drink. On the contrary, it added to the conversation. After exchanging eyes tacitly, they began to discuss the owner of the private room upstairs.

The most beautiful man in the capital upstairs is the biological son of the current emperor Nangong Shi: Nangong Yu, whose name is Qiwu.

Although Nangong Yu was a prince, he was not favored. He was sent to be fostered by the emperor's younger brother at birth. It is said that this Nangong prince's fate was not the same as that of the emperor, so he could not get close.

This Nangong Yu grew up under the sect of the emperor's uncle King Qin. Although the mansion was conferred on the king of Qi, he had no land.

He also never used the name of the King of Qi, lived in the palace, and regarded himself as the son of the king, calling Qin Wang Nangong Jing as his father. As for what the emperor called when he met the emperor, no one knew, only that this son was rarely married. palace.

Only when the family banquet is held in the palace every year, will the prince of Nangong be seen riding his BMW across the long street, dragging a wild boar or bear behind him. Blind man, it’s different every year, the same thing is dripping with blood, pull out a blood line and go to the palace gate, the prey will be tied with a big red silk cloth on the head, and the brave ones will ask, saying it’s for the emperor one's gift.

What kind of gift would give such a bloody gift?Fortunately, I have never heard of Long Yan being furious because of this.

People in the city of Kangdu are afraid of this Prince Nangong, not only because of his unscrupulous and arrogant behavior,

It's just that the humanities can't go to the temple, Wu'an can't make the country, and it's elegant to say that there is no learning or skill.Either smashed the owner's shop today, or occupied the west's field tomorrow.This person is not easy to form cliques, he leads a gang of government guards under his command to dominate the world, fighting cocks and running dogs all day long, hulu and pheasants, living a life of idleness, luxury and lust, and his behavior is dandyism, Arrogant and unruly style.

"You said, no one cares about this master? The man in the palace must know his reputation!" The drinkers whispered.

"Hey! Who can control him! Let's just say that his nominal father, His Highness the King of Qin, is so idiotic that he spends all day digging and hoeing in his largest back garden in the capital. Crooked, he is also an idler. I heard that last month, he spent a lot of money to get a rare white peony, and he did not hesitate to transport it from Luozhou. Let's wait for it to bloom, how can we care about this Yasha outside!"

"Hahahaha!"

"That's right, even the one in the palace doesn't speak, who would dare to provoke this Nangong son!"

"Perhaps it was the one who felt that he owed him, so he allowed his temper to be domineering. As long as no one is killed, I don't think anyone would dare to speak out."

"Yes, yes, yes, stop talking, come, drink and drink!" The bullying incident outside the store seemed to become an appetizer during the banquet.

"Look, is that the elder of Nangu?" someone by the window exclaimed.

The eyes of all the listeners lit up. Compared with the daily life of Nangong Shizi committing crimes in the street, this can lift people's mood even more.

The guests at the inner table couldn't sit still any longer, they put down their wine glasses and hurried towards the door.

"Where is it? Is it really the elder of Nangu?"

"Look, wearing a purple robe, he must be an elder from Nangu! I can't believe he's so young!"

This is the real excitement to watch. If you want to talk about why people make such a fuss, not only is it rare to see a person from the four major sects on weekdays, let alone this person is an elder of the sect.

The four sects have a long history, have experienced the change of dynasties, the rise and fall of hundreds of years, and a long history.According to legend, there were records at the beginning of the world, which are located in the southeast, northwest, and four directions. For the four phenomena of the sky and the stars, they contain the five elements.However, the world of comprehension is undeniably the master, and it is a place where people who cultivate immortals and ask questions flock to it. The threshold is very high, and non-talented people are not allowed to enter.

The black carriage outside the restaurant stopped, and the inside of the carriage asked suspiciously: "Qingming, what's the matter?"

"Go back to Master, there is a crowd blocking the way."

"Just ask pedestrians to give way, the streets in the capital are prone to congestion."

"No, there is a fight ahead." The purple-robed man driving the car stared at the front with a complicated expression.

"Go and have a look." The person in the car ordered softly.

"Yes." The purple-robed man fastened the reins, jumped off the carriage and walked into the crowd.

The four sects avoided the world and were rarely seen, so the appearance of Elder Suzaku Nangu, one of the four sects, caused commotion and onlookers.

"It really is Elder Nangu, wearing a purple robe and wearing a flame-patterned ancestral plaque on his waist."

"You can even see this clearly, Brother Liang has such good eyesight!" Young Master Cui teased his companion.

"That's not true. Nangu is my dream place. In June, I will be selected as an outer disciple, and I will go to learn art from a teacher."

"With your aptitude, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the initial test! Besides, Nangu's tuition fees are so high, your stingy father is willing to spend money for you? But speaking of it, the Dongling Qinglong sect is what I yearn for! Next spring, I will go to Take the test."

"We all know that Dongling's folk customs are open and there are many beautiful female cultivators. I'm afraid you yearn for something else. How can you ask about cultivation." The ridiculed Mr. Cui fought back.

"Hahaha, Brother Liang understands me!" The person who yearned for Dongling smiled and cupped his hands.

"Look, the purple-robed elder is about to make a move!"

The two immediately stopped talking, and looked at the street with bated breath.

The purple-robed Taoist priest named Minglang pushed aside the crowd, lifted his robe and looked down at the person lying on the ground, stretched out his hand to sniff, and then turned to the guards: "If you fight again, he will die!"

Since the guards saw Minglang just now, they stopped their hands unconsciously.

Suzaku Nangu has a great reputation, and the elder is even a master. Although the master didn't shout to stop, he couldn't bear the awe of this worldly master in his heart. They were all tongue-tied and didn't know how to answer, so they looked up at their master.

Nangong Yu on the second floor naturally saw Mingming. Compared with the weak and weak scholar lying on the ground, the arrival of this purple-robed man seemed to make him more interested. Zang Hanxing, the light flickered a few times, "Elder Nangu, right! This son is going to kill him, how do you treat him?"

The meaning of provocation is obvious.

Minglang took a deep look at him, sighed softly, helped the man on the ground to lean on him, and turned his head to ask the crowd, "Does anyone know this young master?"

Fighting against injustice, as long as there are people who stand out, they will definitely inspire people's hearts. Only when they dared to speak out, and even feared that they would cause trouble if they stood close, the people will come up one after another, and you will be enthusiastic.

"Yes, this seems to be the youngest son of Lord Li, Shangshu of the Ministry of War."

"I would like to ask this young master to invite his family to bring this young master Li back for treatment. If it is too late, I am afraid that the root cause of the disease will be left behind." Ming Lang said.

The man hesitated for a moment, looked up at the Nangong bully upstairs, and saw that he didn't look at him, but only stared at the purple-robed elder for a while, and after a little relief, he turned around and ran towards Li's mansion up.

While running, I feel faintly happy. Today I can see Elder Nangu, one of the four major sects. It is an honor to talk to him, and to be entrusted by him. It seems that the soul of justice in my heart has been ignited, and a sense of pride arises spontaneously.If he went to practice in Nangu in the future, relying on this chance to leave a good impression, he might be admitted as a disciple of foreign cultivation, and his steps would become more brisk.

Cultivators asking about this ideal are of course not limited to high-ranking officials and nobles, young people from ordinary families also have this pursuit.

Let’s not talk about whether it’s because of etiquette or vanity, in short, after walking outside, making friends and asking where the fairy sect is from, I’m ashamed to say it if I can’t name it.

If one learns from a well-known sect, such as the four major sects, it can make one's back strong enough to envy others.

The young man blushed, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He planned to ask the elder for the name of the immortal master and report his own name.

Minglang took Li Huanran's pulse, took a small bottle from his pocket, and poured out a pill to the injured man's mouth with one hand: "Mr. Li, take this medicine quickly, so that the blood in the internal organs can be removed."

Li Huanran slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and swallowed the pill with great effort: "Thank you, Immortal..." Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed and his body froze: "Be careful!"

A black shadow descended from the sky, holding a long whip and attacking in the direction of the two of them, it was Nangong Yu.

Although Minglang reacted quickly, but at this moment, the injured person couldn't get up to avoid it, and couldn't move his hands to take out a weapon to resist. Seeing that the leather whip was about to be drawn with a sharp wind, he could only gather his true energy with one hand and protect it. Li Huanran.

At the critical moment, the long whip did not arrive as expected. On the contrary, the body of the person holding the whip was suddenly changed direction by an invisible force, and the whip dropped from his hand, and it fell into the distance with inertia like a kite with broken strings On the roof of the building, his body hit the ground with a "bang" like a falling stone, and the fall was not light.

Nangong Yu quickly stood up, but it wasn't Qingming who was glaring at Hong Hong, but the black carriage standing in the distance.

The car curtain moved slightly, and it was fleeting. In the end, only a touch of red remained in people's blurred vision.

The onlookers didn't think it was a big deal, and there were more and more people watching. The restaurants on both sides of the street were empty, and the guests all abandoned their banquets and ran to the street, surrounding the place where the incident happened.

The balconies on the second floor on both sides of the street were also overcrowded, all stretching their necks to watch this good show.Today's protagonist is Nangong Yu!The evil prince who is famous all over the capital was just ignored in the street, and was knocked to the ground by the person in the car in an instant. The prince of Nangong has fallen a lot today!

The spectators had complicated and contradictory moods, and their gloating was mixed with a sense of pleasure of punishing the strong and helping the weak, as well as having inexplicable fears.Seeing Nan Gu's skill is not in vain in this life, and Nan Gong Yu's demeanor of vengeance makes people shudder.

In addition to the conflict, there was still a trace of curiosity about the people in the car. The sharp-eyed man only saw a red robe, and before he could see his face clearly, it was already covered by the curtain.

Qi Shuashua's attention instantly shifted to the black carriage, guessing what kind of person it was, who could drive Elder Nangu to drive the carriage himself.Wearing a red robe, could it be...

Everyone was just discussing and suspecting, and no one dared to step forward to ask.

But who is Nangong Yu, who has suffered such a humiliation and suffered such a big loss, how can he let it go?He strode towards the carriage, jumped on the carriage and raised his hand to lift the curtain.

Before touching it with his hand, the curtain suddenly opened from the inside. Nangong Yu felt his whole body trembling. At the same time, he was hit by a palm on his chest, and his body flew out involuntarily. Covering the red figure again, a muffled shout came from inside: "Go away!"

Nangong Yu fell heavily in front of the carriage, the black horse neighed in shock, and Gao Yang's hooves almost missed him.

"Who is in the car? What kind of hero is hiding? You and I are destined to come out today. Let's settle the matter face to face." Nangong Yu smiled, got up and moved his neck left and right. Obviously, this pampered son did not Injured, he knew that the slap just now left room for the opponent.

Nangong Yu has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is considered to be physically strong. In addition, he is naturally aggressive, and beating, beating, and beating is a routine, and he doesn't take this little pain on the skin at all.

If a person has a good figure, he is born with a good skin. Even in such a predicament, he can't see a trace of embarrassment. After tidying up his clothes a little, except for the muddy brocade robe that is a little conspicuous, he is incomparable. In addition to his expression, Yi couldn't hide his jade tree facing the wind.

"Mingming, haven't the family members of the injured arrived yet?" The people in the car ignored the provocation from Prince Nangong.

"Here we come!" The man who was running errands just now was out of breath, leading several female relatives to stumble over behind him.

The crowd dispersed one after another to make way for a way. A luxuriously dressed and flamboyantly dressed woman saw the man in Mingming's arms, and even jumped up and climbed up, wailing inexplicably.

"Son! Why are you so miserable? What crime did you do to suffer such a crime!" The woman burst into tears: "You have been bullied like this outside the mansion without saying anything. It’s all because of my mother’s bad luck, which made my son suffer, God, who is going to make decisions for our mother and son!”

The crowd was all moved. The scene in front of them was too miserable. Everyone knew that this woman was the aunt of the Li family. She was born as a maid, and she was not welcome in the house. She was often suppressed and excluded by the eldest lady. Where to go.

There was sympathy in everyone's eyes, and the content of the discussion changed again.

"very pitiful!"

"Yeah, no matter how you say it, it's a rare talent in Kangdu who has been bullied like this."

"Hey!" Nangong Yu was not happy after hearing this: "Then who, take care of your son, he knows how to write obscene words all day long to seduce Miss Aristocrat, today I will discipline him for you!"

"My son, my son's life is hard. You see, our mother and son are in a difficult situation, so please let me go! I beg you, my wife!" The woman didn't seem to hear what Nangong Yu was saying. He knelt down and begged for mercy.

Some people in the crowd covered their mouths and whispered, "The son of this world is really lenient. Let him go to the house every day and sing every night. What's wrong with Mr. Li writing a poem?"

"Could it be that he stole his girlfriend?" Someone was snickering.

"Mother... don't ask him!" Li Huanran tried hard to stop his mother, his eyes became even more angry, just as he stretched out his hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The aunt of Li's mansion screamed, turned around and hugged her son, and cried again, but was stopped by Minglang, and called to the maidservants next to her: "Hurry up and help your son back, just spit out the blood, no Get in the way, go back and find a doctor, take a good rest."

The servant girl hurried forward and helped her young master away with all her might.

The woman regained her composure, she didn't bother to thank Ming Lang, nor did she care to beg for mercy from the prince, she cried and followed behind, calling poor son, and soon disappeared.

Nangong Yu frowned, didn't express his opinion, and didn't stop him, but just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Everyone knew that Nangong Yu had met his opponent today. In terms of martial arts, his skills were not enough for the purple-robed elder in front of him, let alone the one in the car.

Besides, the Zongmen is outside the world, not under the control of the imperial court, and it is public and private, so the son of Nangong is afraid that he will not get any benefits today.

"Junior Long Qi, I took the liberty to ask for the name of the Taoist Elder. Today, I am honored to see the demeanor of the Taoist Elder, and I admire him deeply. If there is a destiny in the future, I will prepare a generous gift and go to Nangu to seek a meeting. I hope the Elder Immortal will not be disgusted." The one who spoke was the one who ran errands man.

"Young Master Long's feet are fast!" Ming Lang praised, "Young Master helped me today, and I didn't cause any disaster. Xiao Dao is very grateful! Xiao Dao's surname is Ming Lang, and he lives in Nangu Jing. We look forward to seeing you, Young Master Long, in Nangu."

This side is still being polite, but the voice on the other side of the car is a little impatient: "Mingming, let's go!"

"Yes, Master!" Ming Lang bid farewell to Long Qi with fists in his hands.

Walking in front of Nangong Yu, Ming Lang raised his hand and saluted: "I've offended you, take care!"

Nangong Yu let out a chuckle, turned to stare at the car curtain: "It's okay, there will be a date later!"

☆, Shizi

As the carriage left, the street quickly returned to calm, but the people couldn't hide their excitement. They gathered in twos and threes to talk, and the topic couldn't avoid Nangu.

"As expected of the Four Sects, this style is different. Look at the aura and skill of that purple-robed elder."

"When did you see him make a move? It looks like the one in the car!" someone argued.

"Could it be that the person in the car is the Suzerain Lord Ling Guang of Nangu?"

"No, didn't that purple-robed elder claim to be Mingming? Ling Guangjun is his father, but I clearly heard him call him master, and I have never heard that they are both master and student and father and son!"

Regarding the identity of the mysterious man in red, several people took out fragmented information from hearsay, put together and discussed it for a long time without any results, and then left it alone and changed the topic.

"It makes me want to practice now!" Someone was still immersed in the story of Nangu.

"Forget it, Nangu's threshold is so high, even if you become a disciple of foreign cultivation, you will probably go bankrupt!" Someone taunted.

"I don't necessarily have to go to Nangu. I can go to a side branch. I heard that "Chijiyuan" is good. It was established by the former elder of Nangu with a license.

"Well, it is said that there are quite a few disciples!"

It is hard to find one of the four major sects, and they cannot satisfy the desire of the people to seek immortality, so many people settle for the second best, and choose some small sects, and most of the sects that can register in the temple are some The origins are mostly the direct descendants or sidelines of the four major sects, which are created by internal cultivation disciples or disciples passed on by the suzerain after they left the master. The token, after being verified and recognized by the seminary, can't be called the banner of the four sects, it can't be called a sect, and the person in charge can't be called the suzerain, but can only be called the sect and the sect master.It can also be regarded as a serious place for cultivation.

In □□, Nangong Yu sat alone in the courtyard, his expression froze, and the image lingered in his mind for a long time, the almost pale hand of the man in red, which knocked him into the air.The voice behind the curtain was deep but not sharp, and even the voice: "Go away!" didn't seem to be really angry, but another emotion, that emotion was more like, disgust!

Yes, it is an unavoidable disgust.

Nangong Yu's nameless fire swished up, his skills were not as good as others, there is nothing wrong with it, I can afford to lose.But it was the first time in his life to be called out in such a tone. The bad breath hovered in his chest for a long time, and he couldn't get it out.

The source of this blockage is because he, Nan Yu, has always had a reason for doing things. Even if you want to be a knight who sees injustice, you should ask about the cause and effect.

But at that time, I didn't seem to intend to explain to anyone.

"My lord." The guard beside him interrupted his thoughts.

"What are you doing!" Nangong Yu shouted sideways.

The guard named Nan Guang was not incapable of observing words and expressions, the master sat there with a black line on his face, in the past, he would never have dared to touch this bad luck, but the current matter is very difficult.

Finally, a person in charge of the mansion came back, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "My lord, the princess still refuses to eat, if this continues, I'm worried..."

Before the words were finished, Nangong Yu got up suddenly, strode towards the princess's boudoir, kicked the door when he raised his foot, the door was locked from the inside, rattled a few times, but did not open.

"Pingyang, open the door for me. Hunger strikes don't work well. If you don't eat today, I'll open my mouth and feed you."