The third uncle always wants to elope

Huai Shuangshu and Xiaoqiu galloped all the way, and they were about to leave the magic palace, but suddenly black clouds billowed in the distance, and a strong wind blew up.

Holding the reins tightly, the black-winged horse neighed, and the horse's hooves circled a few times before stopping.

Xiao Qiu looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What's the matter, Young Palace Master?"

Huai Shuangshu's eyes were full of deepness, clamped the horse's belly, turned around, and said in a deep voice: "Huaifeng is coming."

Xiaoqiu hurriedly followed him on horseback, feeling suspicious in her heart, said: "How could it be?!"

The speed of the Xuanyi horse became faster and faster, as if it was about to hide in the dark.

Xiaoqiu's face was stunned, and then his eyebrows and eyes were solemn, and he took out the long knife at his waist, ready for a hard fight.

As soon as he arrived at the city gate, Huai Fengnian's figure was already close in front of his eyes, with a sinister smile on his thin face, and a strong sense of ridicule and aloofness in his triangular eyes.

The magic army behind them held weapons in their hands, ready to round up the two of them.

Xiao Qiu stood in front of Huai Shuangshu, watching them warily.

Huai Fengnian smiled sadly, waved his hands, and the demon army began to confront Xiao Qiu. Xiao Qiu moved swiftly, not at all weak in the face of being outnumbered, and the spear in his hand was playing with awe-inspiring momentum , mighty.

Just as he chopped off the head of a demon soldier with a knife, there was an icy chill coming from behind him. It came from the vigilance of being in danger for many years. Xiao Qiu hurriedly moved to avoid it, turned around and saw that Huai Fengnian had sneaked up on his back , the demonic energy in the palm of his hand turned into a sharp blade, and it was about to pierce Xiao Qiu's heart. There was no way to avoid it. Open this mortal wound.

But the expected pain did not come, Xiaoqiu looked up, only to find that Huai Shuangshu was holding a long sword taken from the hands of the magic soldier, and the point of the sword directly cut through the back of Huai Fengnian's neck , Huai Fengnian's eyes hurt, and the devilish energy in his palm dissipated instantly.

Huai Fengnian clutched the back of his neck, doubts flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "Didn't you lose your cultivation? How could..."

Huai Shuangshu's body looks like a swimming dragon, and the sword in his hand is like rainbow lights. When the sword falls, blood splashes all over the ground. Later, those demon soldiers wanted to retreat, but they didn't want Huai Shuangshu's sword move to take them all. As soon as he inhaled it, before he could react, his soul flew to the west.

This scene does not look like a life-and-death struggle, but like a unilateral death one by one.

Xiaoqiu has not seen Huai Shuangshu holding a sword for many years. Although he was smart and good at any weapon since he was a child, he has never seen a weapon in his hand.

I vaguely recalled the first time I saw the Young Palace Master. At that time, he had a golden crown on his head, a moon white brocade robe on his body, and a mass of black demons worshiped at his feet. It felt like all the rainbow lights in the world were gathered on this person. Just standing there can overwhelm everyone's limelight, and he was born to be the favored child of heaven, above the world.

But who would have thought that such a stunningly talented person would choose to leave his hometown, give up his aura, and would rather be a poor teacher in a dilapidated small academy.

Huai Fengnian finally came to his senses, and when he was about to launch more demon troops, a zither sound suddenly came from the gate of the demon palace.

The sound of the zither sounds like a melodious cry, but also like the collision of weapons. At first glance, it sounds like a long stream of water, but when you listen carefully, you want to meet with swords and iron horses.

Huai Feng stood on the city wall, sat cross-legged in the air, and kept plucking the strings with his fingers. The fighting demon soldiers stopped slowly and looked at the city gate with dazed eyes.

When Huai Fengnian saw him appear, he couldn't help but let out a piercing sneer, and said with a sneer: "I thought you would just sit in the palace and wait to die, but I didn't expect you to come here."

"What? You want to help your good son now. You don't know what your son has done, do you?"

"After he knew that I was preparing to seize the palace, he rushed back overnight to steal the misfortune knife and destroyed the crime. I have been able to succeed again and again for so many years, and it is thanks to your son who is behind me as a military advisor. Even the time to seize the palace this time was determined for me by him."

There was no trace of frustration on that gentle face. Huai Fengnian had waited for so many years, just for today, to be able to step on his brother hard.

But...he failed.

Huai Fengting's fingertips' zither sounds flowed out continuously without any disorder, and there was always a soft smile on his face, as if with compassion that accommodated everything.

hypocritical!

Huai Fengnian sneered, looking at Huai Shuangshu standing next to him, his triangular eyes flashed cunning, and he raised his voice again: "Just because of a child who has nothing to do with him, he killed everyone, and now you want to Save him? Brother, should I say you are soft-hearted, or should I say you are stupid?"

The melodious and melodious piano sound stopped suddenly, and a triumphant smile flashed in Huai Fengnian's eyes.

Hurry up

A voice that I hadn't heard in more than ten years sounded in my heart, Huai Shuangshu looked at the city wall in a complicated way, Huai Fengting smiled at him gently and lovingly.

Xiao Qiu hurriedly urged: "Young Palace Master, let's go!"

He noticed that there was no real energy left in Huai Shuangshu's body, and now he is a mortal body, if he continues to fight hard, it will be dangerous.

Huai Shuangshu clenched the corners of his mouth, took a last look at the figure on the city wall, moved his footsteps, and left with Xiaoqiu.

Seeing them approaching the city gate, Huai Fengting breathed a sigh of relief, the inner alchemy in his body gradually cracked, and his body gradually shattered into light spots, and then these light spots began to disperse to the entire magic palace.

Huai Shuangshu, who seemed to be feeling something, turned his head, only to see the black guqin on the city wall falling from the air and smashed to pieces on the ground.

Xiaoqiu was startled, "The palace master is self-destructing, and he is going to trap the demon army in the barrier!"

This sound broke Huai Fengnian who was being bewitched by the sound of the piano. His expression changed, and he saw the two people who were approaching the city gate. He and Xiaoqiu stabbed together.

Huai Shuangshu frowned slightly, holding the long sword in his hand and preparing to face the blade, but before he could move, there was a huge thrust in front of him. Now that he had no real energy, he was equivalent to a useless person. The thrust actually pushed him several meters away.

Through the gap in the city gate, Huai Shuangshu saw with his own eyes that the dozens of long swords that should have been inserted into his body were inserted into Xiaoqiu's body one by one.

Xiao Qiu still managed to maintain his standing posture, and the rushing magic army became the scenery behind him. Like a soldier fighting alone, he shouted loudly towards Huai Shuangshu, and his strong voice overwhelmed the golden drum behind him Day after day.

"I have the honor to honor you as king!"

"Swear to follow and never regret!"

"... Yours sincerely, servant Xiaoqiu."

There was a loud bang from the city gate, dust filled the sky, Xiao Qiu's voice and the roar of the demon king's soldiers and horses were locked into the demon palace together.

Huai Shuangshu's throat is hoarse, and his eyes are sore, but he gave him a hand when he was on the verge of death. He Dehe let him repay the kindness of dripping water.

A transparent barrier was erected outside the magic palace, people outside the city couldn't get in, and people inside the city couldn't get out. Huai Fengting, who lived a mediocre life, finally became a hero for her two sons.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground with double books in his arms, everyone said that he was clever, thoughtful, and a natural superior, but now it seems that he is just pretending to be smart...

The civil strife in the devil world, the world of cultivating immortals and the underworld have all received news, even the fairy world far away in the sky has heard of it.

Word came from the fairy world, and the immortal world began to chase and kill the remnants of the demon world in the secular world, preparing to return the world to a peaceful world.

Although the Xuanyi horse is fast, Huai Shuangshu is now a mortal womb, unable to withstand his rush, so the return journey was delayed, and it was already a month later when he arrived at Pingyang City.

...

Yu Yin College

There was no light in the room, Huai Anxi was sitting on the bed, and leftovers were strewn all over the floor.

The boy came in from outside the house. Although he had changed his clothes, Huai Anxi, who had always had a keen sense of smell, could still smell the blood on his body.

Seeing the mess on the ground, the boy didn't show any anger, and squatted on the ground and began to tidy up silently.

"Let me go!" Huai Anxi's voice was a little weak, the corners of his eyes were red, and his usually gorgeous clothes were a little messy, looking very embarrassed.

After the young man cleaned up, he brought fresh food from the side, walked over to Huai Anxi and sat down.

Those murderous auras that were too late to conceal came head-on, Huai Anxi's body couldn't help trembling a little, and his face turned pale even more visibly, no matter how scared he was, the hatred in his eyes still didn't dissipate.

The young man took a sip of the soup, took a few breaths, and handed it to Huai'anxi's mouth.

Huai Anxi suddenly sneered and spit into the spoon.

"roll!"

The young man didn't see anything strange, and drank the spoonful of soup that contained Huai Anxi's saliva into his mouth.

"you!"

Now Huai Anxi was both ashamed and angry, and didn't know how to react for a moment.

The boy looked normal, took another spoonful and handed it to him.

"Are you Fang Shaoqian?" Huai Anxi turned his face away, he didn't want to drink but didn't dare to spit it out.

The boy didn't speak, and put the spoon back into the bowl.

"Then your face..." Suddenly thinking of something, Huai Anxi looked back in disbelief.

"yes"

Fang Shaoqian nodded noncommittally, "I scratched it myself."

That night, Sanqing only glanced at him, and had no intention of killing him. Instead, Fang Shaoqian was so frightened that he hid in the stable in the backyard for a day and a night. When he came out, Sanqing had disappeared. While escaping, he ran into Xiaoqiu who was looking for someone in Fangfu. He panicked and scratched his face with a stone on the ground. Because of the severe pain, he passed out in the pile of corpses in Fangfu and escaped the catastrophe.

All of this was taken into consideration by Huai Fengnian who was hiding in the dark. After Xiaoqiu left, he took Fang Shaoqian back to the Demon Palace. After he recovered from his injuries, he told him that Sanqing was in Pingyang City and was killed by him. saved by his nephew.

Giving up everything, he practiced the exercises given to him by Huai Fengnian, and turned into a monster with neither human nor ghost. Hee.

When Huai Anxi heard this, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "I should have thought of it a long time ago, the attack is so ruthless, there is not a single wound on your body, you have been hiding in my yard for six years, and you never go out."

"No wonder you ran into me that year. It turned out that you were waiting for me there on purpose... No wonder you were scheming, it was all because I was so stupid..." Huai Anxi's voice became lower and lower. The words were accompanied by choking, and his expression was full of pain.

The young man looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, a little lost in thought.

Actually, back then he didn't know that Huai Anxi was related to Sanqing, but...

Now that I say it, I'm afraid he won't believe it...