Chapter 114

"You're going to lose," Fang Xuan said softly.

Hearing the speech, Yaoji smiled.

If she dares to say this as the gambling content, it shows her difficulty.

One day, let Jiang drink the moon to call her husband.

It's impossible!

Fang Xuan and Jiang Yinyue had no contact. In one day, Jiang Yinyue, the perfect woman, called the stranger husband, not a fake name, but a sincere one.

In Yaoji's own opinion, this is simply a fantasy.

"Then you wait for me here. I'll come as soon as I go."

Fang Xuan smiled lightly.

When he finished, he left the mountain forest.

After Fang Xuan left, elder Ru Yi, blue butterfly and cat Bai appeared.

"Yaoji, Fang Xuan, where is he going?" asked elder Ru Yi.

"He made a bet with me, so he left."

Yaoji sipped her tea and didn't reply.

Seeing this, elder Ru Yi wondered.

She had a lot of ideas in her heart, but Yaoji didn't seem to have the intention to say, which made her don't know how to ask.

"You stay here." when Maobai wanted to leave, Yaoji said.

"He told you to keep it. You don't have to follow."

Wen Yan.

Cat white is also doubt.

At this time, Yaoji's voice sounded again.

"Elder, send me a message to the holy land."

"What news?"

"Announce to the public that my lover is Fang Xuan."

For a moment.

The waterfall bank was quiet, only the roar of the waterfall.

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After leaving the mountains and waterfalls, Fang Xuan went straight to a city subordinate to the empress palace.

"She should be in that place at this time."

A soft murmur sounded, and Fang Xuan had a smile on his face.

Yao ji and his gamble were seen as extremely difficult, but he didn't think so.

Jiang Yinyue

She is very cute, even off-line and bold.

This woman deceived everyone, and the empress palace deceived the world.

Fang Xuan thought about Jiang Yinyue. This perfect woman is not perfect. Her performance is false.

"Innocence is what she should have." Fang Xuan said lightly, and his figure disappeared on the earth.

Hongxuan city.

The largest city under the empress palace covers an area of thousands of miles.

Its prosperity is no less than that of the imperial capital of the Qin Dynasty, and even superior to some extent.

In the bustling streets.

The monk controls the magic weapon to fly, and there is also an ancient animal cart to grind the air.

There was a gentle figure in the city. He was wearing a long white shirt and carrying a bag on his shoulder, like a young man on a long journey.

After Fang Xuan entered the city.

He didn't rush to Jiang Yinyue, but shuttled freely in the flow of people, like a young student who came here from a long trip.

"The sky is falling. You didn't see it."

My voice came from a restaurant.

I saw a drunken friar standing in front of the cabinet, telling stories vividly.

"I have also heard the master say that the starry sky of the White Horse Temple is not peaceful. The big people are fighting. What are the big people? They are religious saints! The holy land exists."

A man spoke. Judging from his dress, he was a diner from a family.

The drunkard preached.

After he finished drinking from the wine shop, he drank it in Kaifeng and made a noise again.

"I just came back from there. You don't know what's going on there. You don't see it with your own eyes..." he swallowed.

"I don't know that tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have been completely destroyed.

The most frightening thing, do you know what? The White Horse Temple survived.

Devil!!

A great devil, the White Horse Temple was saved by the devil. The devil covered the sky with one hand and held up a vast continent with one hand... "

The drunken friar said whatever he thought. He was so excited.

Rao is so. Everyone else listened quietly and tastefully. Once the greedy friar stopped to have a drink, someone urged him and asked questions from time to time.

The cry of surprise kept coming from the wine shop.

At the same time, this situation also led many people to surround.

What happened in the starry sky where the White Horse Temple is located has long been spread all over the broken wasteland. It has been talked about by many monks, and ordinary people are shocked.

Fang Xuan passed by the wine shop and listened to the bursts of words in his ears.

He stopped and listened with interest.

"Who is the devil?"

At this time, someone asked the drunken friar.

As soon as this word came out, others echoed it.

The greedy friar grinned, "you asked the right person. You certainly won't think of who it is. You know, he in the Qin Dynasty..."

Fang Xuan listened to a few words and looked at the sky.

He turned and left.

No one found him from beginning to end.

The wine shop is still ringing.

"He is the white Shura who appeared at Tianqiao pass!"

The drunken friar was so excited that his saliva flew.

But his words stopped halfway. He saw a figure walking past the crowd.

His subconscious eyes followed, and at last his eyes widened.

"Why don't you say it? Say it, do you want to beg for wine? We'll buy you wine today. Come quickly." someone urged.

The crowd was in disorder.

The drunken friar pushed out of the crowd, ran out, looked around, and a group of people yelled and scolded.

"Wow, this man is an asshole!"

"Why did he run away with someone?"

"This guy has a few meanings. It's wonderful."

Everyone swears that the drunken friar is irresponsible and tempting.

Fang Xuan is walking on the road.

A cultivator passed Fang Xuan on the road.

After seeing Fang Xuan, the cultivator couldn't help looking more.

"Where did he go?" the cultivator was surprised.

He found that Fang Xuan came to the corner and went straight in.

The cultivators in that direction remember that they can see a wall when they go through it. Behind the wall is the address of the female emperor palace in Hongxuan city.

Fang Xuan obviously wanted to go to the wall. What did he do when he turned in? Did he want to sneak into the palace of the female emperor?

"Hey."

The kind old man used to call Fang Xuan and said there was no way there.

But soon the old man scratched his head and looked puzzled, "Damn it, is it the old man who dazzled me?"

There was no figure in the corner, not Fang Xuan.

The cultivator frowns slightly.

The old man can read it wrong, but he can't read it wrong.

"Strange." the cultivator whispered.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink and turned to look.

A monk with a strong smell of wine patted him on the shoulder.

"Has this Taoist friend ever seen a man dressed in white, about as tall..." the greedy monk gestured.

Wen Yan.

The cultivator was stunned, "have you seen..."

He didn't hide anything. He said what he saw. It was a strange thing. He also wanted to find someone to solve his doubts.

It's the residence of the empress's palace in Hongxuan city. It's impossible for anyone to go in. It's a residence outside the holy land. There are many prohibitions. No one can go in without being aware of it.

The drunken friar is excited!

"Yes, it's him. He's coming. The devil is coming. The big devil."

He danced and stunned the practitioners on one side and stepped back a few steps, feeling that he wanted to keep a little distance from the madman.

"You know, the great devil who saved the white horse temple came to our Hongxuan city. He went to the female emperor Pavilion."

The greedy friar said, and immediately walked quickly to the wine shop.

He's going to tell the exciting story!

In situ, the cultivator is at a loss. What is this madman talking about

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