Chapter 1186: Master of Star Gate

The first thousand and eighty-seven chapters of the star gate

A small island filled with white mist is located in the land of Lan.

The area of ​​this small island is small, but it is full of flowers, with a faint fragrance permeating it. Even in winter, it is full of flowers, just like spring.

"Fang Tangjing, do you want to go home? Dad called to rush us."

The sound of clear spirits, like spring water, sounded on the island, a white figure, faintly appeared next to an elegant pavilion on the island, a woman in her early thirties, white skin, blowing bomb The tearable skin, those clear eyes with a trace of anger, anger and pretty, but the charm of others.

"Oh, the old man called?"

In the elegant pavilion, a middle-aged man is sitting cross-legged and breathing out. With his breathing, his chest is like undulating sea water, surrounded by mists of white mist. These white mists surround him like dragons. His body showed a certain regular rotation.

The man opened his eyes, a hippie smile appeared on his face, and the white mist that entangled his body instantly disappeared into the air.

"Really, I want to take care of everything at home. It's good for you every day. Just practice and fish here." The young woman glanced at her mouth and glared at the middle-aged man, but there was a deep love in her eyes. .

"My wife is fortunate enough for you. I will wash your feet at night."

Fang Tangjing got up and smiled, grabbing Ding Yao's little white hand, even though she was over forty years old, her palm was still as tender as a girl.

"Who is rare for you to wash my feet? You are also the owner of the'Suzaku Martial Arts Museum' anyway. If your subordinates know about it, you won't be able to laugh at you." Ding Yao covered her mouth and smiled happily.

"My masculine man, he said that he would wash his feet when he said that he would wash his feet. Whoever has any opinions would fight with me." Fang Tangjing said domineeringly, and he couldn't help revealing the ‘majesty’ of a strong man.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, quickly clean up and we return to Binhai. By the way, I will throw away the pornographic magazines you kept in the study. You are so old, and I still read those books." Ding Yao said.

Fang Tangjing's face blushed, and he murmured: "My hobby when I was young, that's my youth, hey..."

"I'll go home this time, I'll give you a holiday to see my sisters and sisters." Ding Yao exclaimed.

Fang Tangjing nodded and said, "But there is one important thing to go back this time. The master told me that I must do it quickly. That kid should be back from America soon."

...

Lan Guo.

On February 13th, there are still three days to be the grandest festival in Languo every year-the Spring Festival.

The whole place and the people are immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the festival, whether it is working from afar, or relatives who usually don't meet, all gather together, it is very lively, and the lights are everywhere.

Located in the rolling mountains of Shanzhou, this place is still the same as usual. The only difference is that the white snow covers the verdant mountains, adding a bit of a ‘sweeping year’.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

A girl in a blue shirt and cloth shoes with double pony tails is standing on the plateau of a mountain, her beautiful eyes are shining brightly, and she holds a'sword that gleams with a purple and a blue light' in her hand. , The sword's edge splits the air, wherever the sword swings, the air is easily cut by the sharp sword's edge.

There was no sound, but only a moment before a slight sharp sound was heard.

Every time she waved the long sword in her hand, she looked like a butterfly wearing a flower, leaving a solidified figure out of thin air. In the end, there were more than a dozen different figures left on the entire hill, some holding a horizontal split, some jumping up. Stabbed into the sky, some bent over and picked...

Finally, with the girl's soft drink, all the figures and the sword shadow merged together. The sword pierced silently, but it was extremely strange and sharp. A purple streamer cut through the sky, and in the distance, a piece of about A stone the size of a van suddenly exploded from its center, and the troubled times were like sniper rifle bullets scattered all around!

"I still don't have a perfect grasp of the ninth form of Qinglian Sword Song. I can only display one-tenth of my strength. I am really a big fool."

There was no joy in the girl's eyes, but rather annoyed that she hadn't mastered this sword skill well. If the son came back and saw me so stupid, he would definitely not take me with him in the future and let me stay by his side.

Thinking of this, the girl's apricot eyes showed a trace of loneliness, she raised her head, looked at the distant horizon, opened her lips lightly, and drank a cloud of white gas, "I don't know, when will the son come back?"

"The swordsmanship is good. You can practice this set of swordsmanship to the ninth level in a short time, and you have reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster Gang Jin. You have done a good job."

Suddenly, in the sky, a faint voice fell in the girl's ears, making the girl stunned on the spot. After a while, she almost danced with her hands and cheeks with that unconcealable joy, "My son, are you back?"

A azure blue light drew an arc-shaped afterimage in the air, and the azure blue light and shadow appeared in front of the girl in an instant.

I could see clearly that it was a azure blue giant sword, standing on it with his hands upright, a young man with a faint smile on his face.

This person.

It is Zhuo Bufan.

"The son." As soon as the girl took the Ziqing sword, she almost cried with joy, with crystal tears shining in her eyes.

"I have been following me for four years, how come I still like to cry like a child?"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, smiled bitterly, and immediately leaped gently like a breeze falling in front of the girl, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in the sky instantly turned into a blue light and penetrated behind his neck.

"I saw that the son was happy, so... I wanted to cry with joy." Shijian touched his eyes, and the sword in his hand burst into purple and blue light, then turned into a bell and hung it between his fingers, making a clear and sweet sound." Son, you are back, Sister Ye Zi knows that she will be very happy."

"Well, come back to the Stargate with me."

As Zhuo Bufan said, he strode forward, but his steps fell, but he didn't leave any footprints in the soft snow.

Shi Jian laughed and followed, as before, with two long ponytail whips floating.

Inside the star gate.

Outside the starry sky tower, a white light appeared, and a figure appeared on the square.

"Well, I'm just before the last floor and I will be able to step into the fourth floor." The young man's eyes flashed with will.

"Senior Brother Xiao, the Great Elder, the Second Elder, and the Third Elder have all gone to the gate." A girl called to him.

"Oh? What's the matter!" Xiao Haiyang said suspiciously.

"It seems that the head is back. I haven't seen the head yet. I heard that he is not too old." The girl said excitedly, striding towards the gate of the martial arts.

Xiao Haiyang's eyes were filled with brilliance, showing a look of surprise: "The headmaster is back!"