Uncrowned Evil Emperor

"Waiting to see the fifteenth, stabbing the chrysanthemum with a sword?"

When the voice fell, the Shangguan Ruofan, the person concerned, was complacent, thinking: How about it?Awesome, I just learned the strongest move of West Wind and Sunset Sword Art in one morning, why don't grandpa praise me too much?

Hehe, I'm going to visit my brother-in-law later, thank him very much, my brother-in-law is not annoying everywhere, hehe.

Don't you know that at this time, the faces of Mr. Shangguan and Shangguan Tengfeng have already turned into a black pot.

One moment, he was very pleased that his grandson was able to create such a shocking move, but the next moment he turned into an angry tiger, staring fiercely at Shangguan Ruofan and swearing: "Fuck, what a shit! Bad name, still fifteen, chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum, fuck you, you disgraceful bastard, everything the master taught you is shit out? Damn, when did the Shangguan family show up? You shameless thing."

The old man’s classic swear words reappeared, and suddenly it was like the Yangtze River breaking its embankment, the Yellow River flooding, overwhelming, and going forward indomitably. I also couldn't figure out why my grandpa scolded and criticized me for such a powerful move and such a vivid formula. It was simply unreasonable.

Shangguan Tengfeng and his wife lowered their heads sweating profusely, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in: You said that, and you said that others insulted gentlemen, so are you gentle?

At the same time, Shangguan Tengfeng hated his son to death: Tell me, talk about it, it’s not good for you to name it, and stab a chrysanthemum with a sword, I|Fuck, this image is gone.

Chang Yufeng didn't know how to feel, seeing her son lowered his head, the little hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and rushed over to hug the child in his arms with distress.

The old man looked more and more angry, his beard flew wildly, pointed at the three of them and shouted: "Get out, go back and copy the poems and books for me a hundred times, don't leave the house until you finish copying, shame, shame..."

Shangguan Tengfeng is famous, and he knows he can't stay any longer. With the old man's personality, he may soon impose some unacceptable punishment policy. Before he thinks about it, he should run away.

"Bastard, don't go back with me..." Shangguan Tengfeng walked up to Shangguan Ruofan, gave his son a hard look, and walked away.

After the family of three left, Mr. Shangguan sat alone on the tiger chair, staring at the open door. He sat down for a cup of tea before he calmed down. After a while, he suddenly became angry and happy.

"Damn it, Shiwu, Chrysanthemum, really looks like a goddamn girl. Although it doesn't sound good, that move coincides with Shangguan's West Wind and Sunset Sword. No, it's more than ten times better. Well, if it wasn't for the guidance of an expert, it would be possible for this move to be included in the West Wind and Sunset Sword Manual."

Thinking of this, Mr. Shangguan sat upright and called out in a deep voice, "Wang Tong, come out."

As the sound fell, a mysterious man in black robe appeared in the room at some point...

"master……"

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the mysterious man: "Wang Tong, you followed Faner these few days, recorded his every move and reported it to me. Well, with Ruofan's understanding, he created such a wonderful Trick, it's too weird, I still don't believe it, check it out for me. If it's true... the prosperity of my Shangguan family will be just around the corner..." Saying he didn't believe it, the old man's expression betrayed him, with a smug look on his face He looks like he wants to let the whole world know that his grandson has such a powerful understanding.

"Yes..." The mysterious man Wang Tong responded respectfully with a blank face, and also disappeared into the study in the form of a ghost...

……

After returning to his residence, Killer Feng took a nap for a while, and slept full of energy. After waking up, he started his cultivation plan...

Sitting on the bed, Feng Jueyu crossed his legs, closed his eyes and meditated, all his mental energy was concentrated in the depths of his mind, recalling the various processes he had learned in his previous life: deep mountain herbal bath, skin grinding and bone forging, washing After cutting the marrow, reborn... .

Feng Jueyu understands that since God has given him a chance to be reborn, he will live a more exciting life in the face of the new world. Everything in the past will become his precious wealth of knowledge, and he can use it as he pleases, which saves trouble and effort.

It’s just that this skin is a bit too weak now, and the foundation of martial arts is very important, not to mention whether the martial arts masters in the past dynasties and those legends really exist, there is no doubt that every famous master has a profound martial arts knowledge. Learn the basics.

And these foundations are undoubtedly cultivated steadily since childhood. On the other hand, Feng Jueyu's body has not been tempered since he was a child. It is light to say that it is rotten, it is simply a pile of tofu residue, a puddle of mud...

In the early spring evening, the weather was still quite cold, and the cool wind came in through the cracks in the window, blowing on Feng Jueyu's body, making him shiver.

All of a sudden, the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow through the sweat pores all over his body, and Feng Jueyu shivered unnaturally...

Damn, what's going on.

After making a fuss, he opened his eyes and saw that the scenery of the bedroom with simple decoration and full of fragrance had undergone earth-shaking changes.

First, the scenery in the hut was suddenly in a trance, and there were slight ripples like a dream. After a while, the ripples slowly spread and turned into a gray mist that filled the room.

Feng Jueyu began to feel that his body was out of control, as if someone had pulled his soul out of his body, and with the cold wind reverberating in the room, hundreds of millions of sweat all over his body stood up.

"It's so cold..." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but hugged his arms, his lips and face turned pale at the same time, like Bai Wuchang from Jiuyou Hell.

Such a change in the body, in Killer Fengda’s knowledge, I’m afraid that throwing himself into an extremely cold freezer for a day will not be so cold. The chill all over his body seems to have thrown him into the deep sea for tens of thousands of miles. Even Killer Fengda, who is so strong in spirit and will that he is not human, can't hold it anymore.

Can't die, can't die...

Feng Jueyu roared crazily, holding his arm tightly with one hand, and wrapping the quilt and bedding on the bed with the other frantically...

One, two, three...

not enough……

Feng Jueyu simply tore off the bed curtain, and wrapped himself in a huge human-shaped rice dumpling, but he still couldn't stop the inexplicable coldness, so cold that even making a sound became a huge pain. extravagant hope.

The season has just entered spring, and the chill of midwinter has not completely changed, and there is still a thin layer of unmelted snow on the ground outside.In addition, his prospective fiancée, Shangguan Ruomeng, who has never met before, has always disagreed with their marriage and is often not in the small courtyard, even taking away not a single girl, which led to Killer Feng's lonely family wanting to rush out. Calling someone, suffering from the fact that the servants are all on the other side of the yard, how can they hear his voice as thin as a mosquito.

The current Killer Fengda has fallen into a miserable situation where every day should not be done, and the earth will not work...

"He|Damn, God, are you playing with your grandpa? I just don't let you go your way."

Killer Feng, who hates the sky and injustice, gritted his teeth to endure the inexplicable extreme cold. As time passed, Feng Jueyu's body had become extremely stiff. Seeing him, one might have thought that the prospective son-in-law of Shangguan's family had turned into a cold corpse.

Nearly half an hour later, just when Killer Feng thought that he would learn about the rest of the second life in such a way that he was so humbled, he suddenly saw another self in the mist slowly zooming in. , turned into a pure white gas, then shrank, flew up to the top of his head, and rushed down towards the Tianling Gai.

"Spirit...soul...out...orifice..." Feng Jueyu subconsciously remembered a term that only existed in legends, and instantly understood where his chill came from...

It is unbelievable that souls actually exist...

The stunned Feng Jueyu seemed to have suddenly improved his eyesight, and followed his soul into the depths of his mind...

The gray unknown domain is like a boundless galaxy, and the villain transformed from the soul is flying in front, and he can see it clearly. Following like this, Feng Jueyu suddenly feels that his body is no longer as cold as before, and seems to be relieved. He seemed to be used to the cold again.

I don't know how long it took, golden spots flashed in the far place in front, one or two sporadically at first, and then a large area appeared in Feng Jueyu's field of vision.

A few minutes later, golden galaxies appeared in front of the villain of the soul, more and more, and when he got closer, Feng Jueyu realized that those golden star spots were actually small characters floating in the unknown space one after another. .

The golden font is like the handwriting written by a master of calligraphy who has been famous for a long time in the previous life. I am ashamed of myself...

"Hongyuan Heavenly Scripture!"

Right in front of him, floating a hundred meters away in front of Feng Jueyu, four golden words that were as tall as ten feet came into his eyes. His sight swept over the three characters, and Feng Jueyu's nerves were suddenly struck by lightning. twitched.

"It's so bold, someone who can write such bold calligraphy must be an expert." Feng Jueyu couldn't help admiring, and then found that the chill on his body was much less: "Could it be because of the space here, it can drive away the soul's death?" The chill in the orifice?"

With this discovery, Feng Jueyu was overjoyed, and impatiently controlled his mental power and flew towards Hong Yuantianjing.

In the distance, there are not only the four words "Hong Yuan Tian Jing", but also many more lengthy writings behind it, which must contain a big secret...

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