I have nothing but luck

Because of Xie Huan's feudal patriarch's ruthlessness and unreasonable troublemaking, the two were bleakly driven out of Fengling City in the bleak north wind, and headed north all the way on the journey they had just arrived a few days ago.

If it were Jiang Jingxing ten years ago, he would never have imagined the scene today: "I really never imagined that one day I would be under the pressure of Xie, cough, father-in-law, braving the cold wind to catch up with the journey of thousands of miles , just to solve trouble for Xie Chuyi."

It can be said that feng shui takes turns, and whoever is spared by the sky.

Xie Rongjiao thought about it, and felt that Jiang Jingxing's life was a bit too dramatic, so he forcibly changed a strange angle to comfort him: "Think about the good, Master, this is Dad willing to celebrate the New Year with you."

It shows that they are willing to treat Jiang Jingxing as a family.

Jiang Jingxing sighed: "I also spent many New Year's festivals with you, A Ci."

It really is.

After all, Xie Huan worried too much, he liked to think too much, he always felt how miserable Jiang Jingxing was alone in the cold north wind and couldn't even eat a hot meal, and every New Year's day brought him along with him.

It's just that this year, Xie Huan may want Jiang Jingxing to fend for himself in the cold wind.

Jiang Jingxing then crazily hinted to Xie Rongjiao with words that in order to help Xie Ronghua settle the situation, his damaged face and wounded heart urgently needed the gentle comfort of his lover.

Xie Rongjiao pretended that he didn't understand his crazy hint, and forced himself to pretend that he didn't know what the four words "father's debt and son's repayment" meant.

At the same time, he pretended to be stupid and said that the gentle consolation from his lover should not be considered, Zhenjiang Mountain has one.

The ice is cold, and the throat is sealed with blood.

Fortunately, when a person is unlucky, he will always meet someone more unfortunate than him to appease his unbalanced heart.

For example, when Jiang Jingxing met Lu Binwei.

Lu Binwei was obviously too busy to pay attention to his so-called celebrity demeanor, so he plunged into the pile of books and ink, and the stacks of books and ancient books made the lame desk in the palace study creak. The rest of the rice paper covered with ink characters is even more like snowflakes, wishing to bury Lu Binwei's whole body.

It is really worrying that this book case will be overwhelmed at any time, and this worldly wizard will be crushed to the point of relapse of old wounds and die.

Jiang Jingxing, of course, would not keep his word to Lu Binwei, and expressed his most genuine worries sincerely without any scruples.

Lu Binwei didn't have the time to pay attention to him, let alone argue with him, he buried his case and wrote quickly, wishing he could fight with both sides.

Jiang Jingxing said in surprise, "It seems that brother Lu is really busy."

There was still a long silence with no response.

Jiang Jingxing felt rather bored, and pulled Xie Rongjiao to leave: "Come on, Ah Ci, let's go see Xie Chuyi."

After reviewing the last document of the day, Lu Binwei said quietly, "I'm probably still arguing with the patriarch of the four surnames on the first day of the lunar new year."

This time it was Xie Rongjiao's turn to be surprised: "Sister, she is still willing to practice Tai Chi with others?"

"I don't want to." Lu Binwei was probably suffering from the copywriting, and angrily smashed his pen: "No matter what you say on the first day of the lunar new year, let's go up to the court first, and when the heads of the four surnames don't agree, we will beat them until they are convinced."

It sounds like something Xie Ronghua could do.

Lu Binwei was still puzzled, and threw the pen on the case far away: "If you want me to say, why bother to argue with them on the first day of junior high school, it would be too embarrassing for those old guys, and just hit him with a peace knife of."

Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao looked at Lu Binwei together in surprise.

The Lu Binwei in their impression, or the Lu Youyou who wouldn't get rid of his hatred if he didn't get beaten up ten times, or the reliable brother Youyou, the only thing is that they are exactly the same.

It is Lu Binwei who pays great attention to elegant speech and face-saving, and will persuade Xie Ronghua to say "forget it and forget it" when Xie Ronghua draws his sword angrily.

It's hard to imagine what the patriarch of the four surnames did to push Lu Binwei to this point.

Lu Binwei seemed to know what the two of them were wondering about. He gritted his teeth gloomily with a sneer, pointing at the book case and gnashing his teeth: "Most of the officials ordered by the imperial court come from aristocratic families, and the aristocratic families mostly obey the four surnames. Those from the aristocratic family would not dare to blatantly oppose the aristocratic family at this juncture. Under the leadership of that group of shameless old guys, hundreds of officials will not go to the court, and small officials will not go to the government."

He was heartbroken and re-shot the case again, almost shooting the lame book case into a wavy arc, and the books on the book case bounced endlessly: "Since the dismissal of all officials, it is as small as the ownership of a chicken and duck in the neighbor's next door." ; As far as post-disaster reconstruction and border defense deployment, I was all approved by my mother alone!"

The bodies of the two trembled, and they both felt the unbearable weight of life from Lu Binwei's words.

He was able to persevere until today, instead of strangling the Patriarchs of the four surnames to death with a piece of white silk on the first day, and then hanged himself. It is truly admirable and admirable courage.

Lu Binwei saw that even though Xie Rongjiao and Jiang Jingxing were standing upright, they still couldn't stop the intimate intimacy that was like sweet honey, which was extremely unpleasant, so he sneered and said, "Why, dangling in front of me, Do you want to help me share part of the government affairs?"

Sure enough, men who become emperors are different, even saints dare to confront them head-on without cowardice.

Due to Xie Rongjiao's ice-cooled Zhenjiang Mountain, who was seeing blood sealing his throat, and Fengling City's feudal patriarchal Xie Huan, Jiang Jingxing really didn't dare to confront Lu Binwei, he calmly apologized and said with a smile:

"Brother Lu hasn't figured out how the government affairs that I review will be approved? Brother Lu himself is not at ease thinking that he has owed Xie Chuyi's trust like this."

After finishing speaking, he turned around calmly: "The patriarchs of the four surnames of the aristocratic family are too deceitful. Brother Lu, let me go and reason with them."

Lu Binwei cast his hopeful eyes on Xie Rongjiao.

Xie Rongjiao pressed his fingers into his fist, put it on his lips and coughed calmly: "As Brother Lu knows, I am a swordsman."

The kind that can only break ten thousand spells with one sword, without any cultural ink.

"So I'd better follow Master to the meeting place between sister and the heads of the four surnames. Maybe I will be more useful there."

Lu Binwei: ""

So what you sword cultivators talk about is reasonable, do you just draw your sword and start fighting?

When Xie Ronghua was smiling but not smiling, he was thinking about what kind of posture to use the knife to hang up the four surnames and beat Lu Binwei to vent his anger. power gap.

So they sent envoys and worked hard to find allies in Kyushu.

There are so many forces in Kyushu that are capable of disturbing the situation. Fengling City doesn't even need to think about it. The Zhenxi Army that Jiang Changlan was in a few days ago expressed his position clearly enough.

The three sects in the Southern Region bear the brunt.

Even the script lines in the hands of the envoys to the three sects were quite consistent. It was nothing more than that after Xie Ronghua proclaimed himself emperor, Fengling City would become arrogance and dominate the southern region.Since then, there is no place for the three sects.

The envoy was the first to hit a wall at Jianmen.

The little disciple of Jianmen lowered his eyebrows and was very embarrassed: "The master is in retreat, saying that no one will be seen."

Yang Ruopu's closed-door training was not only in Jianmen, but also in Kyushu. The envoy was not surprised, and asked the next best thing: "Then can I see the elder who is in charge of your sect?"

"Elder?" The little disciple scratched his head and became even more agitated, "The patriarch is currently in retreat for healing. If the rest of the elders hadn't gone to the Northern Wilderness and never returned, if it hadn't been for the fact that senior brother Fang was seriously injured in the battle against the demon cultivator." , They all went to Beihuang in anger to find a place for Senior Brother Fang."

Jianmen is just like Fang Linhe, a rare only Miaomiao who can devote himself to practicing swords, and can teach his disciples to shoulder all kinds of chores in Jianmen.When he thought that if Fang Linhe would sleep forever, he would be left drowned by a bunch of chores and trivial matters, and would have no time to study the way of swords——

The elders not only felt their scalps going numb, they were about to explode in pieces, and they reached a precious agreement between their hearts:

Moxiu must die!

Fine.

As we all know, Jian Xiuquan is a bunch of weirdos.

The envoy asked without temper: "Then I wonder if I can meet Mr. Fang Lang, who is in charge of your faction?"

I saw the little disciple giggled, more embarrassed than the previous two times: "Senior Brother Fang is resting in bed, it is not appropriate to see outsiders."

""

The envoy asked desperately: "How does the noble sect live normally?"

What kind of miraculous sect can be in the head of the total retreat, the elders don't care about things, the disciples are unreliable, and they can survive this catastrophe without falling apart, and firmly rank among the three sects?

The little disciple left four words in an inscrutable way: "Just get used to it."

Each practiced his own sword, each fought his own fight, and each paid his own money.

Of course, it is happy and happy like a fairy.

One of the culprits who was so angry that Fang Linhe was lying in bed was smiling happily on the main peak of Fazong, listening to the emissary's impassioned testimony.

The envoy was greatly encouraged by Yu Yingqiu's spring water like eye waves. After speaking, he licked his lips and rubbed his hands nervously and expectantly: "I don't know what Yuzong's idea is?"

"Very good." Yu Yingqiu thought for a while, "Thank you, Master, for remembering to send someone to remind me, and to prepare congratulatory gifts to celebrate Xie Shuai's ascension to the throne."

She was very grateful: "As expected of the friendship with my master for many years, it is really authentic."

It wasn't just the envoys of Fazong's first division who wanted to hit their heads with stones.

His companions at Buchou Academy felt the same way.

The dean, who was paralyzed in the flowing water pavilion, listened to the whole passage of the messenger, without any fluctuations in his heart.

After all, if this level of lobbying is placed in the academy, the students will make a fuss and drag it out to the public, and will be labeled the shameful title of the academy, a stain that will never be washed away.

The dean of the academy decided to be more tactful.

He was very polite: "Thank you sir for your reminder. It just so happens that my proud disciple is still in Haojing with his students. I personally wrote a congratulatory form and sent it to my disciple, so that he can present the following form when Xie Shuai ascends the throne. Express my academy's best wishes."

At this moment, the patriarchs of the four surnames have not yet learned of the failure of their subordinates.

They were sweating coldly in another dangerous situation.

Before the four surnames and Xie Ronghua could talk about their unhappiness, they saw a young man stepping into the house, and the dilapidated yard suddenly became like a garden full of eucalyptus orchids, shining everywhere.

He is a handsome and handsome young man.

He is also the well-deserved number one in the world, a young man who makes the head of the family of the four surnames as big as a fight.

Jiang Jingxing was personable, and smiled, "Please forgive me, but I am in a hurry to go back to Fengling City with Ah Ci for the New Year's Eve. It is too troublesome to talk to you one by one, so just draw your sword."

wait a minute ? ?

Before the patriarchs of the four surnames had time to growl, shock, and roll through all kinds of thoughts, they first jumped out of an idea that filled their entire brain capacity:

Anyway, he is a saint, can his words and deeds be worthy of being number one in the world?Don't draw your sword at every turn? ? ?

Then they watched as the rumored heir of the Xie family stepped into the door and stood next to Jiang Jingxing, reflecting each other brilliantly.

The Patriarchs of the four surnames couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Since the eldest son of the Xie family valued etiquette, he would not be happy to see such a barbaric and rude scene happen.

Xie Rongjiao apologized: "I'm sorry, but this year's festival is very important to my Taoist companion and me."

"So draw your swords, everyone."