I have nothing but luck

Li Zhixuan was upset.

As if just about to lift the beauty's veil, wanting to have a glimpse of her all-powerful true face, the beauty chuckled again, and hid her graceful figure in the clouds where no one could find her.

He thought of his master blowing his beard and staring at him and said, "Just like you, what's there to think about? It's serious to practice swords!", and he deeply agreed.

Jiang Jingxing said coolly: "City Master Su, don't you need to say more about putting on a show? After all, you are not a lonely family with no worries. Xuanwu City and the City Lord's Mansion are right behind you."

Su He glared at him angrily, the light in his eyes burning like fire: "Shameless villain!"

Jiang Jingxing rubbed his chin: "That's a little bit."

Xie Rongjiao echoed: "The crime of one person is not as good as that of family members."

Having said that, he didn't see any annoyance, he knew that Jiang Jingxing was playing tricks on his lips, and when he really did it, he couldn't bear it more than anyone else.

He has tasted such an unpleasant taste himself, and he is not a goddamn vicious stomach, he will not give up until others have tasted exactly the same.

"A Ci has spoken, as long as no one is involved, you can rest assured of your Xuanwu City and the City Lord's Mansion."

The age of the two of them, and the level of their cultivation bases are really put there. Su He probably couldn't believe Xie Rongjiao's credibility: "Your Majesty can count on his words?"

This time Jiang Jingxing smiled from the bottom of his heart: "It's more effective than what I said. Who will count what my ancestors said?"

In the past 30 years, Su He has never seen such a cowardly swordsman. The key is that he can still fight. After being stunned for a while, he said hoarsely: "On the Xuanwu skeleton, I moved my hands and feet."

"The spiritual energy in Xuanwu City has been declining year by year, and there have been almost no practitioners in the past hundred years. You all know what the fate of a city located on the border without the support of practitioners is. I am anxious, but I can't think of a way. 50 years ago, a magic cultivator came to the city."

"So you joined forces with him and carved runes on the remains of Xuanwu?" Xie Rongjiao asked.

His tone was not meant to be sarcasm, but Su He blushed and said, "What can I do? He is powerful, and I am not his single enemy. If he does not agree, the whole city will follow." We suffer together. I, Su He, can risk my life, so can I ask my wife, children, family members, and the people in the city to die for me, Su He Mingjie?"

Xie Rongjiao didn't go to argue with him about "You don't deserve to die, everyone in the world deserves to die?"

He just pointed out plainly: "There is a large Xuanwu formation in Xuanwu City, if you activate it, the Heavenly Human Realm will not help the people in the city."

Su He's eyes were red, he panted violently and asked him with a sneer: "I've worked hard for Xuanwu City for most of my life, so I deserve to die that day, don't I?"

Xie Rongjiao lowered his head and thought for a while: "You shouldn't die before that day, but you should die after that day."

He has a clear mind and is not affected by Su He's emotional ups and downs: "However, the decision of life and death is something that the law should decide, and I'll say more."

Su He was so angry that he didn't want to talk.

But he couldn't help but speak, after all Jiang Jingxing still held the sword in his hand.

"The man claimed to be the messenger under the account of the radical. The queen of the Eastern Wilderness was recently pregnant. Her birth was the child of destiny, and the radical was extremely happy. He was sent to connect the baby in the queen's womb with the qi left by Xuanwu, for the unborn Destiny's Child creates a bright future."

"I was very hesitant. I was afraid that if I refused, my family would not end well even with the protection of the Xuanwu formation. The man also lobbied that my Xuanwu bones had no spiritual energy. Given the barren terrain of Xuanwu City, there would be no practitioners in the future." If I agree to connect the basalt bone with the fetus in the queen's belly, then the basalt city will be transformed and revitalized."

Jiang Jingxing suddenly interjected: "Do you know that it is the turbidity that makes Xuanwu City change its appearance and revitalize it?"

Su He smiled miserably: "So what if you know? The location of Xuanwu City is embarrassing. Although it has the power to block the turbidity of Kyushu, it has been regarded as an uncivilized barbarian for a long time. One day the Northern Wilderness really invades my Xuanwu City, and Kyushu will Do you care? The Zhou family will send reinforcements to rescue? It’s just a pity that the lives of the people in the city are in vain.”

When he said this, his eyes lit up again, and his momentum was stronger: "Instead of being a watchdog for the Zhou family and being looked down upon by others, and losing the lives of my people in the city, it is better to invest in Beihuang. My Xuanwu City is worthy of the Kyushu Zhou family. It is Kyushu. Take me! It's the Zhou family who took me!"

This person has formed a school of crooked ways and heretics. If he was allowed to use them casually, he would probably be able to start a family and write dozens of dramas chanting the bitterness of Xuanwu City Lord.

Li Zhixuan was full of anger, but he was always clumsy and not good at words, so he didn't know how to reply in an orderly manner.

Madam Su, who was not far away, broke down in tears, and with the help of her maid, she forced herself to stand still: "Husband——you are so confused!"

"Is it Kyushu's fault for you? Is it the Zhou family's fault for you?" Jiang Jingxing waited quietly for him to finish speaking, then asked again, and sneered: "Fart! It's you who blamed Xuanwu."

He didn't have an angry face, and even talked the same as usual, but for no reason, Su He gave birth to the uncomfortable feeling that he was standing on the clouds and looking down, and he turned into a puddle of mud for no reason.

"Xuanwu City has no spiritual veins. Xuanwu chose this place to bury his bones and designated this place as the city. Just then there was Xuanwu City, and just now there was your city lord's mansion. Xuanwu did not hesitate to sacrifice the soul and use the bones as a wall. You are so angry that there is not even scum left. What face do you have to say that you are the descendant of Xuanwu's legacy?"

His words hit Su He's heart word by word, knocking him into a daze. His heart filled with resentment and ran up to his throat, and he almost roared: "What can I do? Born at this time, my skills are not as good as others. What can I do?"

Xie Rongjiao's face was as cold as ice, but his voice was very calm: "The reason why we don't regard barren people as our own kind is not because they are born of turbidity, nor is it because they are located in a remote place and do not respect etiquette. Treat human life as worthless, take it from those who are capable, pick it up from those who are strong, how dare I let them enter the territory of Kyushu once I am born?"

He rarely said a long list of what he felt should be said, and he didn't intend to compete with Su He, nor did he want to persuade him to make him cry and turn his back on evil.

In this way, although his style and temperament are different, he is very similar to Jiang Jingxing's master and apprentice, who is an idiot who only wants to make himself happy.

After speaking smoothly, Xie Rongjiao mentioned another issue: "You did the ghost thing in Xuanwu City?"

The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to deny it, but Su He admitted it straightforwardly: "Yes, I did it. The strength of the radicals has increased year by year, and the Qi mechanism and the Xuanwu bone have been successfully connected, so tired that the Qi mechanism in the city is weird. Originally, there are only practitioners in the city. There is nothing to be afraid of in the City Lord's Mansion.

It's just that practitioners who come and go can't help but feel weird.I deliberately sent people to publicize the hauntings in the city, intending to use the yin energy of ghosts to explain the qi mechanism derived from the turbid qi.If there are keen practitioners who see through the clues, they have no choice but to ask them to stay in Xuanwu City forever. "

Even if the cultivator was killed, it could be covered up by ghosts making troubles outside Xuanwu City. In Xuanwu City, the people believed in Su He, so naturally they would not doubt the explanation given by the City Lord's Mansion, and only thought they left the city to recuperate.

Su He acted cautiously. Originally, the disciples of the famous sect did not come to Xuanwu City very often, but he was lucky enough to fool them until now.

Li Zhixuan drew his horizontal sword out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly: "Did a Mahayana sword cultivator come not long ago?"

"There is one." Su He can answer every question, "The Mahayana swordsman is very difficult to deal with, but fortunately he doesn't know the details, and I took advantage of the Xuanwu formation to kill him in the formation."

At this point, the truth behind the blacksmith's death has come to light.

He was originally a chivalrous character who loves to travel, and he likes to take care of everything he sees, such as Moxiu in Fulai Town.

It seems that the blacksmith came to Xuanwu City by chance and found that the situation in the city was not right, so he turned back to his old friend Tuo Gu on the way, and then entered Xuanwu City alone to find out.

He originally wanted to scold more harshly, but after searching his stomach, there were very few vicious words that could throw people in the face and knock them dizzy, so he shut up angrily.

Jiang Jingxing asked him coldly: "Where is the bone of that sword cultivator?"

Su He probably knew that his death was imminent, so instead of struggling needlessly, he slowly got up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and looked like a handsome Xuanwu city lord again: "Follow me, three."

This time, he didn't have any bad idea to lure the three of them into the Black Tortoise Formation to intercept and kill them. Only after fighting the sword cultivator in front of him did he understand the frightening aspect of such an overly handsome young man.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can defeat a Mahayana within three moves.

What's more frightening is that this young man is so relaxed and easygoing that any fool would know he wasn't really giving it his all.

Including the weird masked man who claims to be the messenger of the radical, this is the first time Su Ping has seen a strong man in his life.

He didn't dare to extravagantly hope that the Xuanwu formation could trap them, and he didn't even dare to infer the origin of this young man.

He died as soon as he died, and there was a City Lord's Mansion and Xuanwu City behind him.

If he was born in a good time, he should be a good city lord who everyone loves and admires.

At the moment when the silver light passed through his throat, Su He was lost in thought.

After Li Zhixuan collected his master's bones and borrowed a carriage from the city lord's mansion, the three of them drove towards Guiyuan's barracks. Driving to make up for one or two.

Of course, Jiang Jingxing was happy to see the success.

If they hadn't been stopped by a city guard to clear customs documents, the three of them would have known that Li Zhixuan had gone the wrong way.

Jiang Jingxing was afraid that this kid would go all the way to Haojing, the heart of Kyushu, and there was an ancestor in the car who could make him feel uneasy if he sat dutifully. Let's go together.

Li Zhixuan felt deeply guilty, and his eyes were red: "I don't want to talk about one thing. Master is such a free and easy person. Before he went to Xuanwu City, he told me that it doesn't matter where he died. Let me not come to him. Why did he die in Xuanwu City?" , and released a lot of sword energy lest I not notice it?"

When it comes to the humiliation of sword cultivation, Li Zhixuan is at the top of the list.

His cultivation base is not so high, and his swordsmanship is not very exquisite. When things happen, he will rush forward foolishly; He looks like a ghost; he is also very emotional, and whenever he has something on his mind, it is clearly written on his face, for fear that others will not see through it.

The face is not long enough to support the facade, and the robe is still dirty and has not been changed.

Jiang Jingxing thought he was a likable junior, and comforted him, "Perhaps your master is aware of the dangers of Xuanwu City and doesn't want you to take risks. But it's human nature to hope for fallen leaves to return to their roots."

Li Zhixuan said ashamedly: "Master, he doesn't stick to small details, he doesn't think as carefully as his predecessors, but this is what he means when he thinks about it in general."

Jiang Jingxing flicked the rein in his hand, and smiled into the distance: "I guessed randomly, I think there are thousands of teachers in the world, although there are thousands of different personalities, the love of love always leads to the same goal."

Oh no, at least he wasn't.

Not from the moment Xie Rongjiao pulled out the Baji sword.

The legend of Baji Sword is half true and half fabricated.

The real thing is that Baji Sword can only be drawn by the sword master it recognizes, and the person whom the sword master recognizes as admirer.

Jiang Jingxing himself was confused, but his natal sword knew his mind faster than him.

Oh, life.