Chapter 296 16. The wind rises when the hands are turned, the snow falls on the hands (third more-for subscription)

The fourth slaying robbery has not yet arrived, or has already arrived, but I don't know yet.

But if it does happen, at least the imperial family of Qi Qi will be disturbed, and the national teacher will also change, but nothing happens.

Xia Ji has now come out, courteous and courteous, and has become a beautiful young man in the world. At this time, even the fool knows that this is a real inner show, and he is definitely not a nerd.

The manner in the eyes, the manner of walking, and the manners and conversations are all from the inside out.

There is a poem and literature in the belly, which is also the reason.

Someone just said a word, let people understand the style of this person.

Some people have said countless words, but they still make people feel like a idiot.

This is also the reason.

Xia Ji walked in the palace, stayed in the book pavilion with wolfberry, casually talking, and occasionally thinking, even the blind and fool could feel the difference in this one.

Even if he lowers his head, he is like a pearl hidden in the grain of rice.

Even if he doesn't seem to know martial arts, he has never been a dwarf.

As a result, all the ridicule and rumors that had existed came to an abrupt end.

at this time

Summer has turned to autumn.

Xia Ji was in the kitchen, Xiao Wu waited beside him watching him cook.

Xia Ji was chopping lamb.

He wants to cook soup.

He remembered that this was the soup Xiao Su was best at cooking in the past.

He remembered it for 1,500 years, even when he was at the source of the Fire Tribulation, where he counted silently while wielding a knife for fifteen years.

He is not doing well.

Xiao Wu showed disgust on the side.

She stepped forward and grabbed the kitchen knife and asked Xia Ji to stand by.

Xia Ji stepped aside obediently and stood by her side, leaning against the wall, watching the 1.5-meter figure lowered his head and concentrated on preparing the mutton and preparing the soup.

At this moment, Xiao Wu has completely overlapped with Xia Xiaosu's shadow.

He knew that this was Xiao Su.

This is his sister.

He suddenly discovered that such a Xiaosu, such a self, is better than the master behind the scenes in the North, the first pope of the church, the king of Shenwu, and the black emperor.

What kind of fame is needed to get to the supreme place?

It's just a drag.

He didn't want to compare with anyone.

He didn't work hard to show it to anyone.

The nine ancestors are certainly the ultimate enemy.

However, he returned from the hell-like source of catastrophe, and the heavenly beings turned into babies. His anger for 1,500 years was turned into the fire of Nirvana between birth and death, and forged into another kind. Mood.

He is not the ancestor.

He will no longer treat the ancestor as an opponent.

What he desires is to overcome all the creatures in the universe since the beginning of the world.

Therefore, he has to step by step to make his realm extremely firm, no one has ever surpassed it, no one can surpass it.

He didn't know how to do it.

But just like when he wielded fifteen swords, he didn't know how to do it at that time.

Then, it is not just transcending the realm, but having a stronger power than any existence in each realm.

Isn’t the path that is the most difficult, the most impossible, the most ridiculous, and the most ridiculous path?

Road is Tao.

Which way will you go?

Heavenly.

Avenue.

It's all Tao.

Road is not Tao.

There are people walking.

The way is hard to find.

Are you walking the path that everyone walks, or is it your own unique way?

Indole

Indole

The sound of a kitchen knife chopping the cutting board, the sound of hot oil entering the pot, the sound of a shovel copying over, and the busy figure from the back, the fragrance that gradually began to diffuse

Xia Ji's side saw outside the window.

Outside the window, the still green treetops have begun to fall leaves, and the flowers of Yinwei Luanhua have been hit on the cold stone ground after the autumn rain in the previous few days, and they have been swept to the corner by the maid.

He hesitated his hands, his white air rolled in his half-closed palms, thinking nothing in his mind, just waiting for the time of doing nothing to pass by.

At this time, the past Xia Xiaosu, now Xiao Wu has already started.

She divided two bowls, brought them to the table, turned her head, and smiled proudly: "Come and eat."

The words are full of superiority and pride.

Xia Ji recovered, ran over and started drinking soup.

Xiao Su asked: "Is it delicious?"

She is not asking, but showing off.

Xia Ji was not angry. She drank in a hurry regardless of the heat, and said vaguely: "It's delicious, it's so delicious. There is no such delicious mutton soup in the universe."

On the contrary, Xiao Su was embarrassed by the praise, so he defended: "The last time I went to the Zhenweifang in the city, the master there was also very good."

Xia Ji said: "Anyway, it's not as good as you. They burn 100 pots, 1,000 pots and 10,000 pots, which is not as good as this bowl."

Xiao Su's eyes widened, and for a long time, he laughed: "The mouth is so sweet."

As she said, she put an extra piece of mutton into the Xia Ji bowl, "Here it is."

Xia Ji smiled and said, "Aunt Xie Wu."

"Don't call me Auntie Wu, you look about the same age as me."

"What's that called?"

"Concubine Chan no longer calls me Wujie, so let's change your name."

Xia Ji said: "Then wait until I get older, can't you call your sister?"

"Bah! I'm an old witch, I don't know how long I have lived."

Xia Ji smiled and said: "Coincidentally, so am I, not only that, I also feel that I am a little older than you."

"Bah baah baah! When I grow up, I read a lot of books, and I can talk nonsense, so I won't tell you." Xiao Su curled his lips, thinking that these seventeen princes were still behaved when they were young. Own mouth.

The two of them drank the soup and quarreled. It didn't take long for the afternoon time to pass.

In the early autumn, when it turned to the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qi Xiu, the monarch of the State of Qi, suddenly contracted a wind chill. The wind chill was nothing but detonated hidden diseases in his body.

He began to cough violently, and he had only once in half a month in the early morning.

Qi Xiu felt that she might not be able to do it, he was waiting.

Wait for a result.

The result of the confrontation between the prince and Feng Laiguo.

Mid-autumn, then late autumn, and then early winter.

Qi Xiu is worse off every day.

And the entire imperial capital, even street tramps, can feel a strange atmosphere.

It was an atmosphere of turbulence and turbulence.

The second prince, the sixth prince, and the eldest princess seem to have reached an agreement. They seem to have probably received news from the front line and saw the current situation of the emperor. They are preparing to brew a plan that no one knows to complete their efforts. , Reverse the universe.

winter.

Heavy snowfall.

The army of 100,000 was defeated, leaving only a few thousand people to return.

The reason for the defeat was simple. Feng Lai had the power of Wan Jianzong.

It seems that Wan Jianzong no longer cares about the agreement that "tear the sect cannot be mixed with the mortal dynasty". As for offending the Qingfeng Five Sects, they are not afraid, anyway, they have killed a Baili Peak Master before.

When the prince left, he was very proud, but when he returned, he was covered with blood and pain hidden in his eyes. He held Jianma's mane tightly with both hands, his pupils were always wide open, and he muttered, "How could this happen? ,how come".

He didn't understand why Wan Jianzong would shoot.

What does Wan Jianzong want to do?

Da da da

The sound of horseshoes is coming.

Prince Qi Heng rode his horse into the east gate, but he gained a cold look.

It was actually not his fault to have a sect.

This is not the level of power he can handle at all

But no one will understand.

If you lose, you lose.

He silently endured these cold eyes, and went to the palace in the center of the capital.

But today's palace has a weird atmosphere.

The guard in front of the door seemed reasonable to stop the blood-stained general, and only let the prince enter the palace to report on his duties.

The prince told the generals to go back.

He entered the first gate of the palace alone.

Go to the second door again.

The Qi State Palace is as solid as gold, with four gates, and then the open space of the square leading directly to the main hall of the Shang Dynasty.

Qi Heng was immersed in decadence and annoyance. He bit his lip and lowered his head like a sinner.

His hands and feet were bound by invisible shackles and sank,

His back rickets slightly like a heavy failure.

He is riding a horse,

The wind and snow are heavy.

The horse flicked its hoof and passed the first gate.

In the second door, Qi Heng raised his head unexpectedly, but in his eyes was a young man waiting for him with his hands hanging down.

Qi Heng was surprised: "Seventeenth brother, why are you here?"

The boy waiting for him was Xia Ji.

Xia Ji said, "I happened to come back and saw you riding in from a distance, just waiting for you to enter the palace together."

Qi Heng sighed heavily, looked at him with complicated eyes, and suddenly said, "You have never been in contact with me before. Why should you come here to welcome me today? Go by yourself and leave me alone."

Xia Ji laughed loudly.

He stepped forward and pulled the horse rope to move forward.

The horse under Qi Heng's crotch is a famous horse named Lion's Head. It is famous for its strong temperament and will not let unfamiliar people touch it at all. But at this moment, for some reason, it has become a well-behaved little rabbit. Being pulled by Xia Ji and left.

Qi Heng had tears in his eyes, what else did he say.

But Xia Ji said lightly: "Who do you think I am?"

Qi Heng shut up.

Going for profit, fleeing from harm, human nature, but obviously does not include the seventeenth prince.

He looked at this younger brother and made a decision in his heart. This time he lost his position as the crown prince. But if he wants to protect a younger brother who has not participated in the battle to seize the progeny, he has no energy and only knows how to study. Brother, he can still do it.

However, this requires a price.

But what does it matter?

You vote for me as a peach, and I repay you with a peach.

So the prince said: "Okay! Let's enter the palace together."

The wind and snow flew into the imperial court.

Wen Qianruyu's boy led the defeated prince's horse and walked through the second gate.

Just as they were going to the third gate, the iron gate made a sudden loud noise, and it fell down suddenly with a violent wind, and hit the ground heavily, blocking the way forward.

The prince's face showed a stunned look, but his expression changed immediately and his reaction was extremely quick. He was about to turn around and exit the second gate, but almost at the same time, there was a heavy ramming of the city gate behind him.

The shock reverberated, extremely harsh.

The second door was also closed.

Here is a larger patio and an aisle.

And now, it has become a Jedi.

It became a Jedi with no way to go in, no way to retreat, and only waiting to die.

There was a intensive sound of footsteps at the top of the wall, and soon there were a few figures wrapped in luxurious robes, and many soldiers with crossbows in black light armor ran up and surrounded the wall from all sides.

The prince looked up and saw that, after the heavy cold light, he saw the second prince, the sixth prince, the eldest princess, and many other younger siblings.

He got it.

This is a lore.

It's my end.

But it was not the end of the battle to seize the protagonist. After that, the second prince and the sixth prince on the city would fight and fight for victory or defeat, but without their own threat, these two talents really had a chance.

He is so veteran that he can't guarantee that the monarch is still in him.

The crowd was about to shoot arrows, and the princess raised her hand to signal and so on.

She glanced at the city, frowned, and sternly said: "Seventeen, why are you down there?

You run into the corner to hide! "

When she said this, the eldest princess glanced at Qi Heng again, "Prince, for so many years of intrigue, it's time to end today. We have done a lot of things. If you die innocently, don't hold the seventeenth in the funeral. .

Seventeen is the purest one among us. No matter who sits in that position in the end, Seventeen can accompany him to govern Qi country well.

Seventeen, he shouldn't die. "

The prince looked around and laughed sadly.

Keng! !

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed and wiped toward his neck.

Xia Ji flicked his finger, and the right strength directly caused the long sword to fly out.

This hand shocked the prince and the people in the city.

The second prince said: "Old seventeen, you study every day, can you still know how to work? Hidden deeply."

The Sixth Prince said: "But what's the use? Seventeen, do you want to die here? Does it make sense? What are you studying for?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Zing Ge."

The six princes mocked: "How to stop fighting?"

Xia Jidao: "If you talk about ability, brother is actually the strongest? If you talk about benevolence, brother should be benevolent. Besides, now that brother is sitting in the position of the prince, then let the brother be in charge."

When he left a word, everyone around couldn't help laughing.

The eldest princess raised her voice: "Seventeen, do you know what you are talking about? You let him live, and that means let us die. You don't understand how cruel the battle of the prosecutors is, you don't understand anything."

The prince took a deep look at Xia Ji. He didn't expect this younger brother to be so affectionate and righteous. He also said at this time: "Seventeen, go to the corner, the princess is right, you don't understand."

Xia Jidao: "I understand."

After saying these three words, he raised his hands.

The wind and snow in this world suddenly stopped.

He moved his hand again.

The wind and snow moved again, and the white snow condensed and turned into thousands of pure white snakes and pythons, swimming and hanging in the air, lingering and whistling, between rampages, and white electricity violently surging in between, and the crossbows of all the soldiers in the city have been ruined. It flew hard.

The crossbow fell in the air, as if the flesh fell into a pack of wolves, and in an instant it attracted many fierce winds rushing to strike.

The crossbow jumped twice in the air, and it was torn to pieces!

Without long-range weapons, it is impossible to attack from long-range, and it is impossible to kill the prince from the city.

Everyone was stunned

The second prince quietly took out the longbow, before the string was pulled apart, it was blown apart by the wind and burst.

The gentle young man raised his head and walked slowly to the center of the patio. As long as he held his hands, there would be no weapons in this world.

The 14-year-old 17th prince raised his voice: "With me, no one can die."

Everyone looked at him blankly and incredulously.

The seventeenth prince seemed to remember something, and smiled: "The commander has a relationship with me. He has taught me spiritual practice many years ago. This is the first time I use it today."

(End of this chapter)