I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 75 The Arrival of the Father
Watching the Southwest Marquis retreat, Ji Gongdan's eyes showed a dignified look, and the Princess Nanxi next to him sighed leisurely:
"Unexpectedly, Huo Taixian actually mastered a scroll about Leifa. I have never heard of a scroll of "Leifa" in the 8000 years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This picture is still the first volume in the world."

Princess Nanxi's eyes showed a hint of curiosity: "Lei Fa is the power of heaven and earth, and only some powerful dragons and beasts can master it. Unexpectedly, there is a Lei Fa scroll in Huo Taixian's hands. My niece is extremely curious."

"It's not just you who are curious, I'm afraid everyone in the world is also curious." Ji Gongdan took a breath:

"It's just that I don't want someone to affect his life."

"Leave this matter to me. Coincidentally, I also have something to ask for advice. I have to ask him about the loss of the Dragon Stone." Princess Nanxi smiled.

Even though it is known from the spy's description that Huo Taixian's thunder power is very weak and not very powerful, but thunder is thunder, and that is a power that only God can master.

Of course, some unique beasts do not count.

If one can know the principle of the thunder scroll scroll mastered by Huo Taixian, one can only see the scales, and maybe one can deduce the thunder scroll scroll of the mythical realm.

Isn't that how the first picture scroll of human beings came about?

"You go and see that child for me." Ji Gongdan smiled wryly: "Who would have thought that he would become so mad and so strange after 80 years of absence. To this day, the relationship between me and the Southwest Hou is getting weaker and weaker." gone."

Princess Nanxi smiled wryly, then took the order and left.

Shangjingcheng

Minister's Mansion
Huo Jia looked at the letter that Murong Qiu handed over, his face wrinkled together, his brows were tightly knit, and the veins on his palms were bulging.

"This matter ends here, and the court cannot be stabbed. If it is really involved, the world will be in chaos. What the emperor means is that everything ends here, and no further investigation is allowed." Murong Qiu looked at Huo Jia:

"How should the master deal with this matter?"

"The Southwest Marquis is too deceitful. After all, he is my Huo Jia's son, how can he kill him at will?" Huo Jia cursed angrily, his beard was shaking constantly.

"The empress and the Murong family want to appease the Southwest Marquis, and there will be plenty of time to settle with the Southwest Marquis in the future." Murong Qiu lowered his brows and eyes:

"I'm afraid that the Southwest will not let this matter go. If the Huo family is held accountable, the emperor will not take into account the face of my Murong family for the sake of the general trend of the world. The Huo family has worked hard for decades, and the Zhongxing family that the master has devoted all his energy to. With the help of the Murong family, it is hard to get where we are today."

"I'll go to the Southwest Marquis to make amends."

After a long time, Huo Jia sighed, and his body collapsed instantly, as if he had aged ten years.

"Then what? Let's bring the fetus back and confine it. The Southwest Marquis will never leave such a big hidden danger outside." Murong Qiu looked at Huo Jia.

"It should be locked up, and when the Academy of Natural Painting recruits disciples in the future, send him in directly. With the protection of the Academy of Natural Painting at that time, the Southwest Hou will not dare to be too presumptuous." Huo Jia replied.

Hearing this, Murong Qiu shrank his pupils, hesitated a little before saying:

"Send him to the Academy of Natural Painting, isn't it inappropriate? He caused trouble so ignorantly, the Murong family can't stop Wang Yi from causing trouble in the Academy of Natural Painting!"

"I have my own arrangements." After Huo Jia finished speaking, he tore the letter in half, and then strode out.

Chang'an County

in a mansion
"I'm Huo Jia, I want to pay my respects to the Southwest Marquis, this is my greeting post, please do not hesitate to meet the Southwest Marquis!"

"Huo Jia?" The head of the guard at the gate looked over upon hearing this, and casually took the post from Huo Jia, held it in his hand for a while before saying:

"Master Hou said that there is no need to see you. He is very busy and has no time to see you. He told you to take good care of your son and don't make trouble. If there is an accident, it will not end well for everyone."

Huo Jia was taken aback when he heard the words, and glanced at the guard's raised chin, looking at the majestic mansion, his complexion turned extremely ugly.

He is a dignified Minister of the Ministry of Officials in Kyoto. He lives in the Huo family's contemporary family that has existed for 8000 years since the founding of the country. He came here from a long distance, but he is not even qualified to meet him.

Although I was angry in my heart, I didn't dare to attack it, so I could only show a smiling face: "Please tell your Excellency, let Hou Ye rest assured, the dog will be well disciplined, and I will never tell him to break the matter of Hou Ye, and there will be no disturbances." .”

After speaking, he stuffed a piece of gold pancake for the guard, and then handed over a message:
"This is a small gift prepared by me, please accept it with a smile, Lord Hou."

After speaking, he strode away.

In the small courtyard of the Song family's two entrances

Mrs. Liu stood outside the house, walking back and forth anxiously, her eyes were full of grief and anxiety, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at Huo Taixian's room from time to time, her eyes full of expectation.

A faint wisp of incense was poured into Huo Taixian's mouth and nose. The sleeping Huo Taixian screamed, and suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep.

"Ah~~~"

Panting heavily, Huo Taixian sat up suddenly, sweat trickling down his clothes.

In his sleep, he saw Song Wanquan's unrepentant eyes, and the scarlet eyes of the dead people staring at him.Countless headless corpses surrounded him in the center, constantly begging for his life.

"My lord, are you awake?" Seeing Huo Taixian struggling to wake up, Zhang San and Li Si couldn't help showing a look of ecstasy in their eyes, and hurried forward, looking at Huo Taixian worriedly.

Huo Taixian swept across the house, it was Song Wanquan's home, and he was lying on the bed that Song Wanquan had prepared for him.

The clothes on his body have been cleaned, but Huo Taixian still feels that there is a strong bloody smell on his body that cannot go away.

The bloody smell seemed to soak into his nose along the pores of his skin, constantly stimulating every sense organ in his nose, making his internal organs churn and vomit.

The heavy body, Bao Si's weak body, was pressed tightly on Huo Taixian's chest at this time, and she fell asleep drowsily with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Huo Taixian remained silent, but stared blankly at the curtain on the bed with blank eyes, as if he was a living dead.

"Master?" Zhang San tried to shout in Huo Taixian's ear.

Huo Taixian remained silent, as if he had never heard the words in his ears.

"Go, bring me a bowl of porridge." Li Si said to Zhang San.

Not long after, Zhang Sanduan brought a bowl of hot porridge, followed by Mrs. Liu, whose eyes were red and swollen and weeping, and handed the porridge to Huo Taixian's mouth, but Huo Taixian had no intention of drinking it at all, just looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window :
"How long has it been outside?" Huo Taixian asked.The voice was hoarse, as if it was frosted glass.

"Three days and three nights." Zhang San said, "Would you like some porridge?"

"I was terrified that night. You attacked a prince without authorization, but you violated a big taboo. Although you are a scholar-bureaucrat, there is no reason for you to be killed by the Southwest Marquis." Zhang Sandao :

"Thanks to Young Master Xiaobai's action, otherwise we would be in danger."

"I hope that young master Xiaobai didn't show up." Huo Taixian clenched his fists tightly, tears of blood flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"You are the son of a big family. You must have protective means on your body. Maybe you can kill the half-dead Southwest Marquis, but so what? What about after that?" Zhang San looked at Huo Taixian:

"If you kill a Marquis, you must make amends for him. Even if he deserves what he has committed, it is not something you can punish."

"The laws of the Great Zhou have been hanging over our heads for 8000 years. This is an iron law that no one can change. There are three classes of people, and we must not exceed the rules." Zhang San looked at Huo Taixian:

"This is fate! You have to accept your fate!"

Huo Taixian was silent.

As a person who came from the great era of freedom, I never knew how to write the word "accept fate".

Throughout Western mythology, human beings face natural disasters, and all of them are Gods to save the world.In the 5000 years of China, human beings have overcome obstacles and overcome the nature of the world, and gods have been created by humans.

This is the instinct engraved in the bone!

This is his life!

"It's time for you to drink porridge." Zhang San handed over the porridge again.

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard the words, and did not reach out to pick it up, but still stared blankly at the eaves of the roof.

"Oh!" Zhang San and Li Si sighed, put down the rice porridge in their hands, and showed a sad face.

"You child, since you have a life, how can you not cherish it so much?" Huo Jia's warm voice came from outside the door. At this time, he walked in from the room with big strides, and looked at the haggard Huo Jia on the bed. Fetal Immortal, there was a dignified look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)