MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 216 [蛟山]堕为奴

The vast mountains of Lushan returned to calm, and the blood vines disappeared. The corpses were also sunk into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying finally gave a death order to the spirit of the dragon, even if it was his descendants, he could not reverse it.

The white wind is clear, and it is full of mess.

The wearing of the Yungong in the hands of Nangongyu was also shot after the last arrow. Because of the loss of the spiritual power of Nangong Changying, it gradually became dull and eventually sealed. He dribbled to the ground, almost at the moment when the enchantment was untied, and Ye Ye had rushed over and squatted beside him: "You don't want to move, don't move." Her voice is trembling, "I Healing for you..."

"Forget it, I could still be alive and kicking, and you will be treated. I am going to see the head of the house." Nangong 驷 gently coughed, pushed away the leaves, and the black scorpion looked at Jiang Yan, "Ginger Palm Door, still bother you..."

Jiang Yan first said: "I am coming."

He is the lord of medicine, and he is willing to help him, naturally it is beyond the reach of others.

Jiang Yuyu's white fingertips were placed on the wrist of Nangong's shackles. Almost immediately, his scorpion was slightly shrunk, and the latter words were not sent, and Nangong 驷 looked at each other.

He can clearly feel that the spiritual core of Nangong Temple has been shattered. From then on, there is no difference between ordinary people and ordinary people. They can no longer cast spells and use spiritual power.

This thing Nangong 驷 himself could not be unclear, but Ye was in the past, so he looked at Jiang Yan and shook his head slightly.

"How? Jiang Jiangmen, how is he?"

"..."

Jiang Yan silently withdrew his hand, and then took a shallow enamel bottle from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the leaf forgotten: "Nothing serious. The wounds are not harmful, the girl can rest assured. It is applied to the affected area every day for up to ten days and it will heal."

After Jiang Yan finished, he also condensed his spiritual power on his fingertips. He successively passed several acupuncture points on the Nangong Temple. Finally, the palm covered the sword, and the blood stopped. After doing all this, Jiang Yan got up and said to everyone: "This place should not stay for a long time, or threaten to change, go up the mountain."

He turned and left, and the conversation behind him and Nangong was still falling into his ears.

He heard Nangong whispering to the leaves: "It’s all right, it’s just a few days, what are you crying? Hey, it’s so useless, okay, not so much. What about a small injury..."

Jiang Yan closed his eyes.

He thought that in the enchantment, Nan Gongyi thought that he had said a few words to himself when he was hanging on the line. He sighed and led the crowd to the long white jade steps leading to the ancestral temple.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, you need to go through three levels. You need to be smeared with the blood of the Nangong family to pass. However, at this moment, Nangong Temple does not need to cut the blood of his fingers. He is already an injury. Anyway, he can dispel the enchantment.

All the way up, no more obstacles.

When Nangong was smeared with blood on the longan of the white jade carving dragon, the last heavy stone gate slowly and solemnly sank into the ground, and the Tiangong of the foothills of the mountain was displayed in front of everyone.

It is a fairy palace, there is a dense forest outside the palace gate. They are standing outside the forest at the moment, separated by flowers and vines, and they can see the long-distance of the sky. The 95,000-90 level, the steps are so high that the top of the Ancestral Palace, such as lying in the clouds, can only see the shadows of the sacred shadows, and under the infiltration of the moonlight, the Yingying Huaguang, such as the Guanghan Palace Like Ling Xiao Temple, I don’t know the heavens and the earth.

Almost everyone saw this ancestral hall at a glance, and was shocked by its majestic and majestic work, and then it was anger, jealousy, greed, coveted... a variety of different feelings came to mind.

The most incomprehensible of these is the Ma Zhuang.

He took a forehead and screamed: "My mother, such a long step, this mountain can not be a sword, when will it go with your feet? This is another mountain!"

Huang Xiaoyue smiled and said: "The old man is not malicious, just a joke - according to the old man, the Nangong Chang Yingxian really does not have to fly, he can create such a heavenly palace, in the world and in the sky, what is there? What about?"

Suddenly, someone heard cold and cold: "The Confucianism Gate sacrificed the Heavenly Palace, which was built in the third generation of the head of the Nangong reputation. It was completed in the second generation and was completed in the fifth head of Nangongxian. This Tiangong, together with Nangong Changying No involvement."

Huang Xiaoyue: "..."

He turned his head back, and it was a very cold face of Chu's late night. When you look at this face, you know that Chu Ning has almost endured the limit. Just add another fire. I am afraid that the old things of the people can be repeated.

Chu night Ning said coldly: "As Huang Xianchang, I did not admit any malicious advice. Before the book is read, it is best to learn to be careful."

Huang Xiaoyue has always been face-to-face, in the presence of the younger generations, and was so unwilling to break through the lateness of Chu, and it was extremely embarrassing. The lips were waiting to say what counterattacks came. I heard Jiang Yandao: "Huang Xiaoyue, the reputation of Nangong Xianchang Are you jokes?"

Jiang Yan’s speech, status and position are self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue’s face is as earthy, but he still calmly and calmly laughs twice: “Why should Jiang’s head be taken seriously, the old man said it, not malicious...”

"Is it because you said that you are not malicious, will you condone your malice?" Jiang Yan turned his eyes coldly and squinted at Huang Xiaoyue. He didn't even want to give him his eyes. "Is it because of your aging, Bear your ignorance and ignorance?"

"..." Chu Zongshi is a master, but in the end, he has only the ability and no real power. However, Jiang Yan is not the same. Today, it is a solitary night, coughing, and the comprehension community must be shaking with three shakes. Huang Xiaoyue is cold and sweaty, and he dares not say anything more.

Ginger smashed his sleeves and walked into the woods, heading for the long steps at the end of the woods. The rest of the heads were either scorned or sympathetically glanced at Huang Xiaoyue. Of course, they also completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue. They all followed up and left. The abbot of Wushang Temple also sighed "Amitabha". If it is not forced by circumstances, it will burn. I can really laugh out loud.

They walked in the forest, but did not take a few steps, Nangong 驷 "Hmm?"

Jiang Yan asked: "What happened?"

"Orange tree..." Nangong Temple looked around, orange trees everywhere, and white orange flowers. "How can it be orange trees? The original plants here are all dragon girls."

"Look over there!" His voice did not fall, and suddenly there was a small tip of the eye pointing at the distant springs and whispering, "There is a person there!"

The people followed his fingers and saw that next to the spring of the mountain, under a leafy orange tree, a man was sitting back to them, burying his head.

Xue Zhengyi frowned: "Is it a ghost?"

Ink burning: "I will go see."

His light work was excellent, but he rushed past, but he was quietly and silently concealed in the nearby trees, and then carefully walked around and rolled to the side.

He is stunned.

Because he saw the man's face.

That is the father of Nangong Temple, the last generation of the Confucianist Gate.

- Nangong Liu.

what happened? Was Nangong Liu not fed the Lingqi fruit? ! It was supposed to have died after three hundred and sixty-five days of torture, but why did he seem to have a complete flesh at the moment, the old **** is there, even in a good mood, sitting next to the clear spring...

Wash a basket of oranges? ?

Qingquan opened a round of wave of light, the silver moon is shattered in the spring water, according to the face of Nangong Liu, he took a near-dreaming look, humming the little song, draining the washed oranges one by one, and then Put it in the back of the back.

"The weak crown is the best, the light hoof is fast, and you can see the world."

Nangong Liu sang softly, his sleeves were high, and his arms were immersed in clear water. His arms were intact and he did not swallow the mottled scars of the people who had the lingering fruit.

The ink-burning eyebrows are twisted into a Sichuan word. He can clearly perceive the wrongness of Nangong Liu. This person has obviously been made into a chess game, and the bodies in the tomb are different. Nangong Liu is obviously kept very much. A large part of his own consciousness, just looking at his behavior, is not much different from a normal living person.

"how about it?"

Xue Zhengxuan saw that the ink burned quickly and returned, and immediately asked anxiously.

The ink burned first looked at Nangong Temple, and then whispered: "It is Nangong Liu."

There were many people in the scene who had hatred with Nangong Liu. On the spot, there was a monk brushing the sword: "The beast! I will kill him!"

Nangong’s eyes are dull, his face is burnt, and his head is dull: “...”

Ink ignited: "There is a sigh, this Nangong Liu is obviously controlled by the Zhenqi chess game, but the strange thing is that he did not swallow the scar of Ling Xiaoguo. I don't think it would be better to slam him."

After the late night, Chu said, "Is it possible to eliminate the effect of Lingqiuo?"

This kind of problem is best at the lonely moon night, the cold scale saint: "It can be, it is more trouble. I think Xu Shuanglin will not give him a lingering effect, and then he will help him to unravel the curse of the fruit." It doesn't make sense to do so."

Jiang Yandao: "In any case, Nangong Liu is here, Xu Sulin should be in the palace of the ancestral temple, this time we have not run again."

He was saying this, Yu Guang suddenly saw a shadow in the distance, Jiang Yan turned his head, others followed his gaze and saw the front door of the Confucianist door carrying a basket full of oranges, from When he came out of the woods, he still had a scepter in his hand, and he slammed the ground and walked briskly. When he was close, he could see that his face was still laughing.

Nangong驷 had already made up his mind not to look at it, but he still couldn’t hold back. He looked up at his father, and his eyelashes were like a gust of wind. He couldn’t tell if he was at the moment. What do you feel, hate? Distressed? Still something else?

He didn't know, he wanted to look away, but the figure was like a hook, and it was impossible to loosen it when it was hooked.

At this time, suddenly there was a violent sigh of people who couldn’t help feeling: "Nan Gongliu! Today, you will be asked for blood debts!"

With a bang, the feather arrow is off the string and straight to the back of Nangongliu.

Others are waiting to stop it, but fortunately, the bowman's bow is not good, but the screaming long arrow plunges into the back of Nangong Liu's body and pierced several rounded oranges.

Suddenly, many people are secretly concealing in their hearts. It is not good for people. It is always mixed with so many silly things that mix the water, but at the moment, it is meaningless to think about which idiot puts the cold arrows. What is important is that Nangong Liu has already noticed their existence and slowly turned his head.

I saw so many people standing in the forest, Nangong Liu first stunned, and then walked towards them, his face is still the kind of illusory color.

As he walked closer and closer, many monks had already exposed the swords at the waist a few inches, and both eyes were extremely alert to stare at him. Nan Gongliu seemed to feel some pressure under the gaze of thousands of eyes. He stopped at a slow pace and stood between the swaying trees.

"You..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his death was broken. There were dozens of people who couldn't resist it. He stepped forward and stepped forward. Several people even had their swords.

Nan Gong Liu suddenly smiled, this smile, standing at the front of the array of several heads are very familiar, this is the kind of charming and warm smile of Nan Gongliu once faced everyone.

Take a trip to the palace of the Snow Palace: "This..."

Several palms face each other, I feel that this piece is too strange. I don’t know what medicine is sold in the gourd. At this time, I saw the Nangong Liu Yan’s left and right sleeves, and the sleeves were all down, and then they actually doubled. Kneeling, a respectful voice was made to hundreds of monks.

"Oh, the slaves Nangong Liu, this court is courteous, all the guests come from afar, there is a far-reaching welcome, there is a far-reaching welcome-"

As he licked his head, the orange bones behind his basket rolled out mostly, and all sprinkled around.

Nangong Liu Yan finished his head and squatted on the ground. He put down his back and licked the oranges without any sorrow. Under the gaze of the crowd, he sorted the oranges again and then smiled and said: "You are a guest, but you have to Go see your majesty?"

His Majesty? !

The smoldering moment started a goose bump. After all, he was called by him for nearly ten years. He heard the word "陛下" and actually habitually felt that he was calling himself.

The other few heads are confused. Look at me, I look at you, Xue Zhengyi even laughs, and no one even picks up.

Nangong Liu saw everyone ignore him, and some scratched his head, and cautiously asked: "Hey, you are expensive, but you have to go to see you?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

Nangong Liu was slightly discouraged, but he repeatedly asked: "Guests, but are you going to see your majesty?"

"..."

"You are expensive -"

The ink burned quietly and asked him: "Who is your majesty?"

"Your Majesty is His Majesty." Nangong Liu see finally got someone to care for him. He looked very happy and said, "If you want to see your Majesty, you must go up all the time, but he is very busy, but he does not necessarily have the time to take care of you. He has great things in the world. Take care of it."

Xue Zhengxuan finally couldn't help himself. Rao was such a arrogant atmosphere. He couldn't help but laugh. "What's the big thing in the world? Haha, what's the big thing in the world? Manage a dead man on the hill, play chess with himself, play Playing the line, this is also called the world big thing? Hahahaha Xu Shuanglin, this person, he too, too funny."

There was a layer of restless haze between the ink-burning eyebrows. He then asked: "It means that he is in the Heavenly Palace at the moment. Although it is very busy, we can go see him, right?"

"Yeah." Nangong Liudao, "Of course you can go see him. If he closes the door and thank you, you will wait in the city. If you are finished, you will come out. If you don't say it, don't say it, I have to go to the top, and the oranges on the top are finished, so I have to make up soon, or I will be angry when I am a little late."

He said, the path has been gone, and everyone who stays is facing each other.

"How to do?"

"Go up?"

"Is there any fraud?"

However, the ink burned on the ground and he rushed to the ground. He quickly stalked the Nangong Liu, who was carrying a man and climbed up the orange, and left everyone behind.

He eventually gasped and took the lead to reach the Heavenly Palace. Standing in front of the main hall, he looked up and found out how magnificent the palace was. Only the two palace gates have the potential to cover the sun, and the reliefs from Huangquan to the blue sky are engraved on the upper side. The left side of the gate is the dragon to swallow the sun, the right side is the fire and the moon, the sun and the moon, the glory, the dragon, the dragon The scales of the scales are filled with melted pure gold, and the momentum is amazing. The tails of the phoenix are inlaid with pearls and gems. There is a whale oil bronze Chiba lamp hanging from the dome of the palace. The lights are not extinguished for thousands of years. Under the reflection of these thousands of candles, this Tongtianmen is even more beautiful and beautiful.

The burning of the ink thought that this door was heavy and difficult to open. However, the finger touched the facade, but it was just a touch. With the thunder of the rumble, the dragon and the phoenix did not eliminate him and used a little effort to slowly Retracted...

Just as I saw the moment in the front hall of the Temple of Heaven, the whole person burned in the same place.

This... What exactly is this awkward sight? !