I have nothing but luck

Li Zhixuan and the Xie family probably have an inseparable fate.

Just after parting with Xie Rongjiao on the front foot, the back foot was sent to an unknown place in the desert by a gust of wind and sand blown by Yu Yingqiu. I couldn't find the east, west, north, south, and was walking in the sand with a disheveled face. He was stopped by Xie Ronghua who happened to pass by: "Wait a minute, brother, does this look familiar?"

Li Zhixuan would like to thank her for not liking riding in a car or fighting a sword, but only liking the habit of coming and going on horseback, so that he didn't starve to death in the desert.

Li Zhixuan wiped the sand from his face, looked up and saw the woman in red sitting on the back of the chasing horse, Li Zhixuan's words were always lacking in embellishment, he didn't know how to describe Xie Ronghua's majestic appearance.

But I feel that Xie Guiyuan, who is full of superficiality in the mouths of the world, is like the guiding star for lost wanderers.

Xie Ronghua is not face-blind like Xie Rongjiao.

Lifting her head and touching the sand was enough for her to see Li Zhixuan's face clearly, and she said clearly: "It seems that Li Langjun has encountered a sudden change? Why don't you go on the same road? If Li Langjun is willing, you can tell me."

Unlike the usual ramblings that are easily dismissed by others, Li Zhixuan's speech this time is extremely concise and refined.

In just a few words, the patriarch of Fazong violently killed Elder Yu and Yu Yingqiu sent her away.

Xie Ronghua gradually lowered his brows when he heard this, and when Li Zhixuan finished speaking the last word, he immediately snapped and said, "I'll go to Fazong."

Any superfluous verbal actions of any kind.As soon as Xie Ronghua turned the rope, his black hair and red clothes flew in the wind, like the thunder of heaven's punishment smashed across the desert, and a stream of fire shot across the yellow sand.

When she comes, she is like a star descending into the world, and when she leaves, she is like a rushing wind and thunder. No matter where she comes or goes, she is full of color and grandeur, shaking Li Zhixuan's heart floating outside the clouds unconsciously. Yet the reality of living in the present.

His eyes were red and he felt a burning pain in his lungs. He asked Xie Huan, "Can I go to Fengling City with you?"

Of course Li Zhixuan wanted to avenge Elder Yu.

Of course he also knew that with his current strength, let alone killing the suzerain of Fazong with his own hands, when he went, he would deliver food to the suzerain of Fazong and grab Xie Ronghua's hind legs forcefully.

Li Zhixuan is grateful to Xie Ronghua, and even more unwilling.

So he wanted to go to Fengling City, and even tried to go to the Guiyuan Army, to see if he could give Xie Ronghua a chance to kill the suzerain of Fazong, and even kill Mo Luo.

It can be regarded as his little care.

"Have you really decided?"

Xie Rongjiao asked softly.

He vaguely guessed the decision of the national teacher.

That is indeed a great event, a major event that will alarm the entire Kyushu.

It is also harmful to the national teacher himself, but not beneficial.

"It's decided." The national teacher still had a relaxed expression, and nodded with a smile: "Although the son is young, he sees many things more thoroughly than I do. Do you think I did something wrong?"

The study room they are in has been accompanied by the national teacher for more than 200 years, and they are no longer young. Even if a burning furnace of sandalwood has a long and long fragrance, it cannot cover it all and float in the air, because the paper and pages are moldy. Stale smell caused by yellow.

Even if a small study is like this, it goes without saying that it is the entire imperial palace of Haojing.

Xie Rongjiao said: "I think it's right, not to mention you should think it's worth it."

There are some things in this world with clear price tags. As long as you measure them clearly and follow the price tags step by step, there will always be no mistakes.

But there are some things that really can't be judged by the gain or loss.

Because it is not something that can be bought with a price, one penny and two pennies, one thousand 2 taels; poverty and poverty, the number one in the world, cannot be changed.

Naturally, there is no way to talk about high or low.

Like him and Jiang Jingxing, like the Northern Zhou Dynasty against the national teacher.

Xie Rongjiao's expression was very serious, as if at this moment he really regarded the national teacher as an elder worthy of respect, who could make waves in his own heart with every word:

"Ji Huang finally mastered more than half of the dragon-tiger formation, even if there is a senior, he will definitely not be able to stop the master—"

He showed a soft expression, like the clouds flying in the sky, "But I want to go out by myself."

Then, together with Jiang Jingxing, they hammered and blasted the Haojing Imperial Palace.

"So please senior to take care of my hair, I want to break through."

The national teacher finally showed a little surprise, and now between his eyebrows: "Break the realm to Mahayana?"

"Yes, break through to Mahayana."

Xie Rongjiao just joined Hinayana one year ago.

A year later, he will break through to Mahayana.

With a lifespan of two hundred in the Mahayana, one can already step into the ranks of the peaks that mark the plaques of the great practitioners of the time, enough to establish a sect and establish a sect, tiptoeing, and faintly touch the threshold of the way of heaven.

The reason why Mahayana practitioners seem to be highly respected is that most of them don't step into the Mahayana threshold until they are fifty or sixty years old.

Those who can enter the Mahayana, who didn't have the reputation of being a genius when they were young?

Even if this is the case, there is still a chance to move forward until the fifty or sixty square meters.

Xie Rongjiao, a young man under the age of [-], wants to go to the Mahayana next to the national teacher who is not aware of whether it is an enemy or a friend, who does not know his inner calculations, and even does not know his true identity in the Haojing Imperial Palace, which is full of dangers.

Xie Rongjiao's heart was very calm.

Calm like a person who walks steadily on the avenue that he knows every fork in the road carelessly kicks a stone in front of his toes; climbing the mountain road where he grew up, it is normal for a climber to step over the upper step with his legs.

The road that must be passed, the threshold that must be crossed.

The national teacher said: "It's not a problem to protect the Dharma. The left and right Ji Huang dare not do anything to me, but it's best to be cautious when breaking through the Mahayana."

Xie Rongjiao only said two words from the beginning to the end.

He said, "No problem."

I believe that I can cross this path that stops most young geniuses.

I also believe that you are protecting the Dharma.

Because you and I share the same path.

His reasoning is very simple, and his words are very simple.

However, the national teacher seemed to understand the meaning of Xie Rongjiao's unspoken words, and suddenly laughed loudly, wantonly.

As Xie Rongjiao sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, the national teacher's smile faded away.

Xie Rongjiao was trying to break through the situation, and wanted to break through the Mahayana difficulties with his never-ending sword intent.

The national teacher is wiping his sword.

The national teacher also has a sword.

Many, many years ago, his sword terrified countless people. Among these countless people were demon cultivators and Kyushu practitioners.

There were even courtiers from the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Bei|Before the death of Zhou Dynasty, the national teacher used to go to court with a sword.

So at that time, when the courtiers saw the national teacher's speech, they all took three steps back in shock, trembling so much that they didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal, for fear that what they said would not be as good as the national teacher's intention, and he would immediately draw his sword on the court hall chopped.

At most, the Tai | Zu only fined him half a year's salary. If he was cut off, not only would he not be able to leave his name in history, but he would not be able to justify it.

Extremely miserable.

For this reason, the national teacher was very puzzled. He couldn't figure out what gave the group of old guys confidence, making them think that they needed to draw their swords to kill them?

When the Tai | Patriarch passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne, the national teacher also became the new emperor to be wary of, for fear that he would be an old guy who was unhappy and cut himself off.

Although the national teacher still couldn't figure out what gave the new emperor confidence, he finally learned to back down, and in order to show his awe and respect for the new emperor, he untied his sword and went to court.

This solution is 200 years.

The sword in the box became blunt, and people's hearts changed.

The spiritual power in each meridian is gathered together like ten thousand rivers, flowing into Xie Rongjiao's dantian like ten thousand streams meeting the sea.

Every move and every style of the Haoran Sword that he is familiar with flashed in his consciousness, from fast to slow, clearly discernible. You can see the curved arc of the wind blowing through the hair, and then the hair blurred into a ball again, and the sword turned around. Almost to the point where only shadows remain.

The Haoran Sword stopped at Qingming Tianxia for the last move.

Shi Jian's figure's last move was unsatisfactory, lacking strength, and the sword was not smooth enough.

Therefore, the spiritual power that was originally rushing like a river suddenly got stuck in the meridians, leaving the last strand of spiritual power that never returned to the dantian.

Xie Rongjiao's body, which was originally flawless and omissionless, stagnated, and flaws suddenly emerged.

The national teacher still wiped his sword slowly, as if he didn't notice anything, and didn't do anything.

This level can only be passed by Xie Rongjiao himself.

If you go too far in everything, you will be envied by heaven.

Ji Huang slowly stood up from the carpet.

The whole hall was silent, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

The palace people who can live in Zichen Palace are naturally Ji Huang's confidantes.

Since he is Ji Huang's confidant, he can't help but know how cold-hearted and moody he is.I was afraid that I would be killed at will by Ji Huang, who was in a fit of anger.

There is one person who is not afraid.

Empress Jiang strode into the hall in the twelve-colored Zhai clothes. She had beautiful and indisputable eyebrows, but surrounded by the colorful embroidered patterns of the Zhai clothes and the sunlight behind her, she seemed to overwhelm her temples like a rainbow. The two precious trees, the flower tinsel, are shining brightly.

Ji Huang's expression changed, and he spoke with sarcasm: "Why, does the Holy Empress come to Zichen Palace and ask for advice?"

The struggle between him and Empress Jiang came to fruition a few days earlier.

Ji Huang, holding half of the dragon and tiger formation in the palace, successfully trapped Empress Jiang in the Penglai Palace.

Otherwise, how could he invite Xie Rongjiao into the palace in the name of Empress Jiang?

But looking at it now, Empress Jiang was able to leave the Penglai Palace, and the people behind the action were not thinking of anything other than the national teacher.

Maybe being trapped in Penglai Palace a few days ago was a scene that Jiang Hou and the national teacher agreed in advance.

"It's something very important." Empress Jiang was not afraid at all, and walked up to the alchemy of the Zichen Palace step by step, like a king walking up to a high platform, waiting for the courtiers to kneel down and worship:

"Let me call you Your Majesty for the time being. Your Majesty colluded with the Western Wilderness outside and attacked the Southern Territory without authorization. This is a big taboo since the founding of the ancestors. This rule does not distinguish between emperors and ordinary people."

Jiang Hou's voice made people ignore its original clearness, and was more intimidated by the awe-inspiring momentum without anger: "Looking at the face of the late emperor, I will leave a thin face for your majesty for the time being, please be more informed and interesting. Leave a decent way to abdicate."

As if feeling something, Jiang Jingxing casually raised his head to glance at the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his fingers and grabbed the Baji sword almost in a panic.

The figure disappeared in Xie's other courtyard, and appeared outside the main gate of the palace in a blink of an eye.

With the supernatural power of the holy realm, Mo Luo spent his whole life trying to cover up the secrets of those two hours. Jiang Jingxing only needs to look at the sky to know what happened in the Haojing Palace.

Of course, he also knew what kind of power the formation covering the current Haojing Palace was.

Jiang Jingxing didn't hesitate, nor did he have time to think about it.

All he knew was that the love of his life was there.

And what he has to do is to break the formation first, and then take his Ah Ci out.

As for how to smash Ji Huang and Mo Luo, it will be discussed later.