Chapter 283

The king of the blood moon's tool to become a Tao!

Such Taoist instruments are rare.

However, Chen xinglie had an idea of sacrificing this Taoist instrument to the Dagao sword. He only thought that there were not many mysterious Taoist tools around him except the Dabao sword, which broke his mind of sacrificing the blood moon.

Rarity is the most valuable thing.

Use it first.

Chen xinglie didn't care about the inheritance of the king of blood moon.

When the king of blood moon saw zhu'er, he was frightened to explode. When he was asked about "stealing fire", he was scared to send himself to the edge of the big sword To die.

This shows that.

At that time, when the king of blood moon was not dead, in his heyday, his martial arts inheritance was certainly far inferior to Zhao Yumeng's Phoenix Nirvana Sutra.

Why should we care about the inheritance of martial arts?

Chen xinglie didn't even practice the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra. How could he turn to cultivate the martial arts inheritance of the king of blood and moon? Now he hasn't cultivated the land immortals. It's enough to have the martial arts cultivation method originated from the female emperor of the upper world.

Even in the face of a more mysterious inheritance of martial arts, Chen xinglie will not replace the empty coagulation sword formula being cultivated.

Not only because of this sword formula, even if you don't pay attention to it, it's still the inferior Dharma formula of heaven level.

More because.

This is the female emperor's formula.

Chen xinglie has another deep meaning.

The temple of the underworld king's mausoleum is quiet again.

Chen xinglie, holding the round of blood moon in his hand, turned to look at Zhao Yumeng and asked, "does Zhu Er want it?"

Zhao Yumeng shook his head.

Seeing that Zhao Yumeng was not interested, Chen xinglie no longer refused. He directly put the round of blood moon vessel into his sleeve and led Zhao Yumeng's delicate hand back to the place where he had previously entered the underground tomb temple.

"I wonder if there is no day in the night, how can time wait for me..."

Chen xinglie murmured, and a dark passage rose from the ground.

They follow the passage and return to the ground.

Now.

It was dusk.

Far away in the sky, hanging a touch of sunset, only the top layer of the curving setting sun, has not yet gone down the mountain.

From a distance.

This round of sunset, which is about to be submerged in the horizon, looks like a Taoist instrument left by the king of blood moon.

Tao instrument in hand

It's a real trip!

Chen xinglie, fresh and brisk, walked away with Zhao Yumeng.

But.

Just after Chen xinglie left, a water mist slowly emerged from the ground at the entrance of the underground tomb temple.

The sun sank and night fell.

However, a tall and strong figure appeared in the water mist. His bare upper body was covered with scars, which showed that he was a survivor of many battles. His lower body was only wearing a pair of 7-point pants, barefoot and no shoes, but was spotless under his feet. His muscles were very strong, and even his face was full of flesh

If Chen xinglie, who had already gone far away, came back here again, he would surely be able to recognize who he was.

To the west of the Great Han Dynasty, the first master in the West Sea, Ling Henchao!

Ling Henchao's position in cangming Hall of wudaozong in Xihai is just like shangqingkong in Tushan sect.

"It's no wonder that the immortals like Guhuo Meimei and qianyuzao are so awed by Chen xinglie that they are obedient..."

"Chen xinglie is really a big deal!"

"Now, more than 100000 years have passed since the end of the shadow Dynasty. Even though I don't know how to enter the royal mausoleum, Chen xinglie knows how to enter the imperial mausoleum... "

Ling hen Chao gazed at the direction of Fenghua street and pondered for a long time. Then he walked slowly to the position where Chen xinglie had stood when he entered the battle. Then he murmured in a deep voice: "I doubt that there will be no day in the night, but time will not come to me..."

Black light from far and near!

In an instant.

Ling hen Chao disappeared.

……

Fenghua street.

Chen Fu.

Li Qinglian has nothing to do. She sits in the pavilion with her chin up and stares at the koi in the pond. From time to time, she looks down and looks at herself. She only feels that her "flat" part is very eye-catching, and then she can't help sighing.

It was not until Chen xinglie returned to the mansion that Li Qinglian got up quickly.

"Master."

Li Qinglian came to Chen xinglie in a hurry and said, "does the master want to eat in the mansion?"

This little maid is a princess of a country, and the imperial concubine of the emperor. No matter how well she disguises herself, she will show some of the prince's and grandson's horse's feet inadvertently.

Ordinary people eat as soon as they eat. No one can say that they eat.

Such things

Chen xinglie met many times, but he didn't pay much attention to it.What about the young ladies of ordinary families?

What about the princess?

In Chen xinglie's eyes, it doesn't matter whether she's a lady or a princess, or even a family from the bottom of the society. Anyway, she's just a little maid. Her identity doesn't matter.

On the contrary, Chen xinglie was more concerned about ah Chou and asked, "where is ah Chou?"

Li Qinglian replied: "miss a Chou is in her study. She is studying with Gongsun Taifu and miss Gongsun today. She is very attentive. She has not eaten any food until now. She says she wants to wait for her master to come back and eat with her."

"Yes." Chen xinglie nodded slightly.

"Xiao Qing will inform the young lady immediately." Li Qinglian left in a hurry, and soon led ah Chou to Chen xinglie's side. At the same time, the people in the mansion set out a table full of wine and vegetables.

Zhao Yumeng doesn't like drinking.

Chen xinglie remembers this and takes out a bottle of Wangzai milk. Just like the last time Zhao Yumeng was invited to drink milk, he gently erases many trademark words on the pop-up can, leaving only the "Wangzai" little boy's pattern and the word "Wangzai" laughing with slanting eyes.

Zhao Yu dreamt that these two words made him blush. When Li Qinglian closed the door and left, he whispered, "Chen Lang."

Chen xinglie raised his eyes and said, "what's up with Zhu Er?"

Zhao Yumeng's voice became lower and asked, "does Chen Lang like children very much?"

Ah Chou sat on one side and listened to this, but he was a little stunned and raised his ears to listen.

Only because of the whole city, only ah Chou herself is a child.

In ah Chou's opinion, this matter is closely related to her.

Chen xinglie nodded: "lovely child, of course I like it. But why does Chu ask about this? "

Zhao Yumeng didn't give a positive answer. He just picked up Wangzai's milk, took a sip, put the can on the table, gazed at the word "Wangzai" and said, "Chen Lang, if you like, can tell Zhu Er directly."

The implication of this sentence is obvious.

If you like children, you can make one yourself.

Chen xinglie was a little surprised.

He knew for a long time that although Zhao Yumeng didn't speak much, his way of thinking was very direct.

It never occurred to me.

Rain dream fairy's way of thinking, even directly to this point.

This

How can it hold up?

The most difficult to accept beauty!

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