I have nothing but luck

"Take away the sword energy in your body, otherwise the demon cultivators with long eyes will know at a glance that you are from the sword cultivator sect, and you probably don't want to provoke them." Yes, but those people don’t have eyes, so if you want to provoke them, it’s best to catch people who have eyes or not.”

Fang Linhe said he was taught: "Thank you sir for teaching me."

Jiang Jingxing still thinks it's not enough: "If you want to wear gold, silver and jade pendants to your heart's content, you can pretend that I am rich. If you have money but no cultivation, you can't stop the demon cultivator from coming."

He pointed at the typical textbook Xie Rongjiao: "Just like Ah Ci."

Xie Rongjiao raised his head helplessly: "Master, I'm afraid you are a little too strong."

The disciples of Jianmen have always had a high level of awareness in dressing and dressing. They wished that their white clothes would be fluttering and spotless, so that they would be as clean as each other, and be on par with the image of the sword fairy in the storybook.

It is impossible to wear accessories.

It is impossible to wear it in this life.

That is, the fluttering white clothes and the long sword on the waist can make them feel dazed for a while, giving birth to the feeling that they are at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, forgetting that their marriage/dowry book was lost in the fight.

When it comes to money, Xie Rongjiao will never disappoint.

He took a few bags of gold and silver from the car and handed them to Fang Linhe: "I also want to kill a few more demon cultivators, Brother Fang, don't need to talk to me."

Fang Linhe quickly took it: "After Beishou's incident, I will return to Zhao."

Xie Rongjiao stuffed the remaining bag to Jiang Jingxing, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Master, I think you are more suitable to be a fat sheep than us."

Beishou's rule is that the elders can't beat people in person, and it doesn't say that the elders can't go fishing in person.

No problem.

The sword spirit of a sword disciple who has practiced swords for many years can't fool anyone, Xie Rongjiao is cold and dignified, he doesn't look like a character who is easy to offend.

Only Jiang Jingxing, who looked like a dude from an aristocratic family who had no two inks in his chest, no three-foot sword in his hand, and usually relied on his face to deceive the feelings of the little lady, set up steadily and never collapsed.

"" Jiang Jingxing: "A Ci, I have been with you for so long, how come I haven't heard a good word from you?"

Xie Rongjiao thought for a moment: "Just now I praised Master, you are young."

Forgive him for his bluntness, but against the background of the group of immortals in the Heaven-Man Realm, he was already as young as a green onion that can be pinched.

In view of Jinyin's respect, Jiang Jingxing still accepted this extremely insincere compliment happily, and happily took the money bag.

He has no upright and noble integrity like pines and cypresses in Linhe, and he thinks that the money bag will not wait until the day when it is completely returned to Zhao.

Holding the heavy purse in his hand, Jiang Jingxing looked at Lu Binwei and felt that he was pleasing to the eye for a moment, nose is nose, eyes are eyes, "We have been walking in the wasteland for two days, Lu Youyou, why don't you go find Xie Chuyi?" ?”

Lu Binwei waved his hand: "I couldn't find her in the Guiyuan barracks, so it's better to wait for the opportunity."

Xie Rongjiao thought about it too: "Sister, she might not know where she is in the wilderness."

Although the Kyushu Northern Wilderness and the two sides agreed that the war would cease during the northern hunting period.According to Xie Ronghua's character, without a few confidants among the elite of Gui Yuan's army, Qingqi Jianxing went to the Eastern Wasteland and disturbed him is simply not something Xie Guiyuan can do.

Even if the radicals are held accountable after the fact, at most it is done by fellow sisters who are born exactly like themselves.

Maybe after Jiang Jingxing modified it, Xie Huan could add another story about a lover beating a mandarin duck with a club and an illegitimate daughter looking for her husband thousands of miles away.

Zhu Yan, his wife, has been a monk for a long time, and has long been bearish on such rumors that listening to the wind is rain.

If you intend to hit, you are so clean and upright that you seem to be measuring it with a ruler, you still want to hit; if you don't want to hit you, you will find a ridiculous reason, and you will go downhill like others.

Fang Linhe restrained his sword energy, fearing that the money pouch around his waist, which was bulging to overflowing with golden light, would be inconspicuous.

The Jianmen disciples cooperated with their senior brothers and surrounded Xie Rongjiao's carriage. The body of the carriage was inlaid with gold and jade, and the curtains were decorated with beads and heavy gauze, which were used to illuminate the road. Xiu whispered in his ear that I was rich.

The horse thieves came in batches.

They died in batches.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

They had just killed a group of horse thieves who robbed at night, and they had time to rest in the future. Suddenly, the northern wilderness was starless and moonless, and the night sky was as dark as a rag, and fireworks ignited like crow feathers.

The golden dragon Xuxu bared its teeth and danced its claws in the night, the golden light was shining brightly, the dragon mighty majestic, it was really majestic.

Pei Ming murmured: "Hey, are you so romantic?"

Fang Linhe endured and endured, resisting the urge to clean up his master's house.

Since Fang Linhe's eyes clearly revealed the intention to kill someone, Pei Ming shut his mouth shut, and swallowed the next sentence, "This dragon is so beautiful."

"No." Xie Rongjiao said in a deep voice, "Five-clawed golden dragon, the emblem of the Zhou family's royal family, they are in trouble."

Compared with barren people, no matter how chaotic the fight in Kyushu is like a pot of porridge, they can be called their own family affectionately.

Thousands of years ago, during the first hunting in the north, Kyushu had an appointment: in case of danger, fireworks would be set off, and all forces within a hundred miles would go to rescue each other when they saw it.

It is another matter to run again when you see the hard stubble you can't beat.

For thousands of years, Kyushu has been divided into north and south, and the formerly prosperous family may have fallen to live on a few acres of sacrificed land. The sects that held the ears of the saints have also closed the mountain early, not to mention that the people on the top of the mountain have changed a few times.

Only the fact that the disciples of the former Beishou families vowed to help each other under the Ancestral Hall has not changed.

Fang Linhe said slowly: "Zhou Shi Beishou, although I don't know who Jiang Empress will send to accompany him. But the elders of the three Mahayanas are accompanied by the elders of the Mahayana, which deters those who are below the twelve Hinayanas and have malicious intentions towards the three sects. Zhou Shi can't think it will be worse."

Back then when Jiang Jing Xingjian killed Emperor Huai and the Zhou family was more precarious, the national teacher even accompanied him personally and found an untenable excuse to kill two Mahayana patriarchs to make an example to others.

Xie Rongjiao understood what he meant.

Save if you can, and run if you can't.

If Jiang Jingxing is not sure, there is no need to pay for Jianmen.

With Beishou alone, Fang Linhe wouldn't think too much, and he didn't mind having a life-and-death fight with Moxiu, but

It was different when he carried the entire Jianmen on his shoulders.

Jiang Jingxing was straightforward: "Go, I'm here."

He looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice: "It's a bit unpleasant to save those bastards in the Zhou family. Could it be the retribution for disturbing Yang Ruopu's practice before?"

With the undissipated golden light of the dragon, Lu Binwei's face was full of joy, which made his ordinary and unremarkable face look romantic, and people couldn't help but take a second look.

Can't hide the schadenfreude.

Fang Linhe took a deep look at Jiang Jingxing, and didn't ask any more questions: "As Mr. ordered, let's go!"

Jiang Jingxing smiled and said, "Don't worry."

What should come can't escape.

On the contrary, he is getting more and more arrogant because Xu is not doing anything in Kyushu, so he is so confident that he doesn't even bother to hide the secret.

Half of the bets are that he can't keep up with it, and the general bet is that he won't.

Mo Luo has been able to live in peace and security for so many years, it is definitely not because of some shitty sly rabbits and three caves, he is safe and sound.

But I have the Baji Sword in my hand, like holding the Baji Heaven and Earth.

I have Ah Ci by my side, how dare I let these demons and goblins sneak up on him?

The next moment, the sword light soared into the sky like a rainbow!

The sword light was extremely bright, illuminating their side of the world, and every sparse grass on the ground could be counted.

The sword light was extremely fast, so fast that Thunderclap bowed its head and surrendered. When it flew several miles away, the sword light on their side had not had time to dissipate, as if a rainbow bridge had been built on the flat ground in the night.

The Jianmen disciples took three steps back one after another.

That is the most instinctive and accurate intuition of danger that they have honed after practicing swords thousands of times.

It is also a heartfelt respect to the sword repairman in front of him whose origin is unclear.

It is said that a sage can kill with sword energy thousands of miles away.

Mixed in true and false rumors, people may not pay much attention to it or believe it, but it is just a joke when two or three friends gather to brag.

But it is true.

In the depths of the wilderness, the head of the king's tent dropped his wine glass, and he was full of shock and anger: "You didn't tell me in advance that there would be a sword cultivator in the heavenly realm! Most of the three Mahayanas I sent out would be damaged."

Sitting opposite him was an old man in Confucian clothes, kind and kind, he looked no different from the old man next door: "I reminded my brother, if Ji Huang is really in the Zhou family team, the national teacher must stay behind."

The anger of the radical was slightly calmed down.

The reputation of the Northern Zhou State Teacher has faded recently, and the new juniors only think that he is a senior, and he is a sworn brother with the Northern Zhou Tai | Grandfather, so he can be the National Teacher.

However, as long as the previous generation has status and is able to get in touch with Xinmi, the degree of difficulty to provoke the national teacher will never be lower than that of the saint.

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled: "So I should be happy. Of the three Mahayanas, one or two can always come back, right? Ji Huang is not comparable to the three Mahayanas. Once he dies, the Northern Zhou Dynasty will be in chaos, and the Central Plains can wait."

The radical hesitated slightly: "Is it really the sword repairer who shot?"

Looking at the sword energy Changhong flying across the sky, he felt heart palpitations from a distance.

The feeling of heart palpitations is not strong, it is not like the mighty power that shocked the world when the sage strikes the sword, but it gives him enough sense of threat, so the radical is unpredictable for a while.

The old man looked calm: "If Jiang Jingxing comes, he will definitely cover up the secret, how do I know?"

He got up and patted the radical on the shoulder: "If it's really him, brother, you have to wash your neck clean, don't blame me for being disloyal."

The radical laughed: "It's a rare opportunity for a sage to come here? I'm sure I'll do the big one."

He refilled the wine and raised his glass: "If the saint doesn't come, it's a good opportunity from God. I'll take care of the big ticket."

None of the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the three sects of the Southern Region could escape.

Besides, he has the confidence that Jiang Jing will not come, and he will not dare to kill him when he comes.

Mo Luo raised his glass knowingly: "Brother is so ambitious, I'm here to wish us success."

He drank it all in one gulp, using the wine to suppress the blood in his throat that had been backlashed by tampering with the heavenly secrets, thinking indifferently that the idiot Fushou might not live to drink the second glass of wine.