I have nothing but luck

"Yingqiu, you are blaming me."

Elder Yu's blood still remained on the sand, and Fazong's patriarch spoke in a leisurely and elegant voice, as if he was in the green mountains and green waters in the south of the Yangtze River.

"You are a smart person, think about the situation carefully. As long as Kyushu is still there, the positions of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Territory, one city and three sects will not change."

The patriarch of Fazong clenched his fist with his left hand, and lightly hammered his right palm from the air: "The invasion of Xihuang has become a fact and cannot be changed. Instead of suffering heavy losses during the invasion of Xihuang, it is better to be a dilapidated hukou in one city and three sects in the end. Take a gamble and get a bigger profit at the same price."

"Believe me, no matter what, I'm doing Fazong's best."

The suzerain of Fazong is a smart man.

He is a smart person praised by him and Master Yuyingqiu.

Too bad he's too smart.

After all, Yu Yingqiu cared about the friendship of the same family, and sighed softly: "Brother, you have studied the way of heaven for so many years, can't you see through the secrets of heaven?"

Beginner practitioners who cannot see through should also keep in mind, the most basic way of heaven is clear and upright?

The tenderness on Fazong's face quickly dissipated in the wind and sand in the Western Wilderness.

His face and voice turned cold: "What about the Dao of that day? If the Dao of Heaven is only pure and upright Qi, how could it allow the turbid Qi to be born ten thousand years ago?"

He pressed step by step: "If the way of heaven is really pure and upright, how could it force the four spirits to fall one by one and sacrifice their bodies to the sky?"

"It's not that the four spirits are willing to sacrifice to the heavens, it's that the heavens can't tolerate them!"

As the words he said fell into the sect, the eyes of the sect master Fazong gradually turned red, as if stained with bloodstains that had not yet faded on the ground: "What is the way of heaven? It is the rules and regulations that determine death. When you were born Determine your destiny in this life, determine whether you will be a future genius or an ordinary person lingering on your last legs? No matter how hard you work hard in this life, you will not be able to escape this doomed frame. Find out your pattern and let you All the hard work and unwillingness to do are all jokes?"

Yu Yingqiu was so shocked that she lost her voice and looked at the patriarch of Fazong.

Her master left early, and Yu Yingqiu was almost brought up by the patriarch of Fazong as a younger sister or apprentice.

It was really hard for her to imagine that there was so much resentment and anger hidden under Fazong's seemingly transparent appearance.

Yu Yingqiu opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Although I am talented in spiritual practice, the person Master told me the most recently from the novel was you. Master left early, and there were only two brothers and sisters in one school. I was young at the time. Brother Yu is actually a burden. In order to manage all the affairs of the Fazong, I know that the Fazong has a foothold among the three schools in one city."

She looked earnestly at the suzerain of Fazong, and the earnest expectations and pleadings in her eyes overflowed like a surging stream: "So brother, I think you are just lost for a while, and you will always understand. You and Mo Luo will make a clean break. There will be no second person to know about the matter between you. After you return to the Fazong, you can ask Elder Yu to blame yourself, okay?"

"Apologize?" The master of Fazong laughed like he heard a big joke.

He laughed until his clothes were in disarray, and his hair crown fell down and his hair was disheveled: "What did I do wrong to ask for forgiveness? I am ashamed of Dharmazong above and Master's last wish below. Why should I ask for forgiveness?"

Sect Master Fa Zong smiled with extremely arrogant and contemptuous disdain: "As for the Empress Dowager, what does it have to do with me?"

It is said that Elder Yu is loyal to Fazong—

But Yu Yingqiu knew in her heart that the patriarch of Fazong would never care less about Fazong than Elder Yu.

When the old suzerain was still alive and Yu Yingqiu was a child who could do nothing but make trouble, the suzerain of Fazong was still young.

Like Jiang Jingxing, like Xie Huan, like Qian Baizhu, like all the young people of his generation, he is full of ambition and high-spirited.

They rushed towards a better or worse tomorrow, full of ambition, and determined to use their own hands to carve their names and names on this world to pass down the history. images in the minds of posterity.

At that time, Jiang Jingxing was still wandering around in the northern wasteland of Kyushu, and the yin and yang fights between Xie Huan and Xie Tingbai were compiled into the storybook Pingtan by passers-by.

The suzerain of Fazong has not yet fully understood the way of heaven.

So the future has no time to despair.

He has a clear ambition beating on his face, and it seems that a fire is ignited from his eyes, illuminating the young man's handsome and ordinary eyebrows, making him and the old patriarch of Fazong promise countless times that they will revitalize Fazong The sound is resounding.

Yu Yingqiu, who didn't understand anything, smiled and put her arms around the old suzerain's neck, staring at her senior brother, only thinking that the young people are really energetic, like the South China Sea at the foot of Fazong Mountain, which is more than ten feet long in summer. The snow-white waves rushing high hit the bare mountain surface with half of the earthy yellow.

Let her get stronger all of a sudden, wishing she could just jump off the back of the old suzerain and run around the mountains and plains of Fazong, while pulling the tail hair of the pheasant, and digging out the bird's nest from the tree at the same time, the senior brother will be sweating profusely after a while Call her everywhere.

It's not the lunatic in front of me who can't breathe with laughter, looks crazy, and is disheveled.

Why wait for her to grow up with great difficulty, wait for her Mahayana to be in the holy realm, and the opportunity of Fazong's rejuvenation is in front of him. Seeing Fazong's main life long-cherished wish to be a wealthy idler, such a sudden change happened?

Yu Yingqiu rubbed away the sand that had thrown into her eyes at some point and burned her eyes so painfully, she got on the horse, straightened her back, and said indifferently, "Go back to Fazong."

When she came, the road was full of flowers and beautiful flowers to clear the way for her, chatting and laughing carefree among a bunch of young people, what she thought most was how to be arrogant.

Or it's more elegant and beautiful to hit people after getting angry.

When Yu Yingqiu returned to Fazong, she was the only one left.

With the master's last wish on his shoulders, the dangerous building at the end of the road is about to fall, and the tower is about to collapse.

When he proposed to go back to Fengling, Xie Huan ruthlessly rejected it with "I don't want to see you two jumping around in Fengling City, making me so angry that I was forced to be picked up by Xie Tingbai for a ready-made bargain" , when the two were having no direction, Xie Ronghua thoughtfully gave advice:

"Why don't you go to Haojing for a stroll? It smells far away and stinks near. You know that Father doesn't like the Zhou family, Ah Ci. Maybe he will feel uncomfortable when you stay on the Zhou family's territory, which makes you feel uncomfortable. Come back to Fengling City."

Even if Xie Rongjiao didn't realize that Xie Huan, who could let him and Jiang Jingxing wander around the world, was narrow-minded enough to see that he was in trouble in Haojing, at least it was Xie Ronghua's good intentions, and they really didn't know where to go He readily accepted and said, "Okay, then Master and I will go to Haojing. Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome." Xie Ronghua smiled and looked at Jiang Jiang Jingxing slowly, provocatively, "After all, if you want to call me sister, you should do what you should do."

Jiang Jingxing accepted her title of sister with a good attitude.

Satisfied Xie Ronghua, he discovered the benefits of the two being together in bitterness, and planned to use this as a breakthrough point to persuade Xie Huan, who had dreamed of being Jiang Jingxing's father when he was a teenager and had never changed his mind for 30 years.

It might not be a good thing to be able to make dreams come true by mistake.

It can be said that she is an unusually dedicated elder sister.

They traveled back and forth for a month, and Haojing still had the same bustling old look, not to mention the tall eaves of Zhuque Street that had weathered the wind and rain, and the cries of vendors in the West Market did not have words.

When the two had just settled down in the other courtyard, the familiar servant brought Queen Jiang's familiar order.

Summon Xie Rongjiao into the palace.

Jiang Jingxing casually rolled up the imperial decree of Minghuang: "It seems that Empress Jiang likes you a lot."

Xie Rongjiao guessed blindly: "Maybe it is for me to persuade Brother Jiang and ask him how he is doing."

The two looked at each other, and Qi Qi lit a stick of incense for Jiang Changlan who stayed in Zhenxi City with a smug face.

Jiang Jingxing commented: "The vigor of this confrontation is a bit like me back then."

Empress Jiang couldn't punish him to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Tsk, envy.

However, to his surprise, the servant did not take him to the Penglai Hall hidden behind many gorgeous and fortified palaces, but instead took him to the Zichen Hall where the emperor lived.

Xie Rongjiao held down the hilt of his sword and asked coldly, "Ji Huang wants to see me?"

In the name of Empress Jiang, he was invited to Zichen Palace.

Empress Jiang and Ji Huang had always been at odds, and under ordinary considerations, she would never use Ji Huang's name to add another Fengling City as an enemy for nothing.

The servant bent over and said with a smile: "Please come to Zichen Hall with your servant."

Xie Rongjiao stood still.

His cold eyes seemed to nail the servant's vitals to death, or he seemed to disdain to look at the servant at all. Through the railings, rows of servants looked at the real master of the palace.

The servant is Ji Huang's confidant, his cultivation level is not low, and he is usually used to being praised inwardly and backwardly, so it is inevitable that he will feel angry when he sees it like this.

It's a pity that even if Xie Rongjiao is Longyu Shoal, his status is precious, and he cannot afford to offend him as a little servant.

The servant knew Ji Huang's temper clearly, so he naturally knew that he would kill himself in order to appease the anger of Fengling City and the saint afterwards.

So the servant endured the fire patiently, and said in a respectful and gentle voice: "If you invite your son to go to the Zichen Palace with your servant, it is for your own consideration."

Xie Rongjiao was unmoved, and even his tone fluctuated in line with the previous sentence: "Tell Ji Huang to come out and see me."

Has the servant ever seen such an insolent tone?

He stayed where he was for a while, collected himself, and then forced a smile and said: "The name of the Son of Heaven is noble, so don't call it lightly. It's better for the Son of Heaven to be more careful."

It was a more insolent tone than he had ever seen before.

The next moment, the servant felt as if his whole body fell into an ice cave.

After calming down for a while, where is the ice cave?It's just the vertical and horizontal sword energy released from Xie Rongjiao's body.

He said, "One, I am not your Northern Zhou citizen."

"Secondly—" Xie Rongjiao lifted his chin slightly and sneered, "What kind of thing is he, Ji Huang?"

Even the servant, who was full of honey and slick, was startled by his words and stood in a daze in the corridor, not caring about being laughed at by the palace people next to him.

A phoenix's clear cry resounded high in the nine heavens.

In the palace's vermilion walls and jade columns, there was a dazzling sword light.

Xie Rongjiao held Zhenjiang Mountain in his hand, the wind filled his sleeves, and there was a resounding sound, the jade pendant made a ding-dong sound when it was knocked out, and the silk ribbons were like dancing willow branches.

When he spoke, his voice was as sharp as cutting gold and jade, just like the Zhenjiang mountain in his hand: "Ji Huang, you need to get out of here."

The voice inspired by his spiritual power spread far and wide throughout the entire palace, frightening the palace people to kneel here and there.

"Or, I'll come out by myself and destroy your observation tower together with Zichen Palace."