The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 248 Dreamland
"Xian'er!"

Seeing that Meng Xian'er was fighting against Qin An alone, showing signs of exhaustion, Yang Chengye's heart ached immediately, and he yelled violently, took a big step forward, and stood side by side with Meng Xian'er.

"Eighteen palms subduing the dragon, No.18 style, the dragon has regrets!"

Yang Chengye forcibly mobilized all the internal energy in his body, and kept shooting out with both palms, and immediately countless palm shadows shot out.

"Unbelievable!"

Qin An sneered, and the pressure on his palm increased again, crushing all the palm images taken by Yang Chengye.

Immediately afterwards, the strong pressure acted on Yang Chengye's body, like a mountain, trying to overwhelm him.

At this time, Yang Chengye's palms were facing upwards, his muscles bulged, and he forcibly resisted the mountain-like pressure. At the same time, he shouted to Meng Xian'er: "Xian'er, take the princess away!"

At this time, Meng Xian'er seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, struggling to move forward. Although she was not as strong as Yang Chengye, the pressure she was under was overwhelming.

Meng Xian'er turned to Yang Chengye and said, "Brother Yang, I won't leave!!"

"This person is using the Heavenly Eunuch Dafa. We are not his opponents. The only way out for now is to take a risky move."

Yang Chengye clenched his teeth, he didn't understand what Meng Xian'er meant, he could only stare at her, as for Zhao Wushuang who was seriously injured, he had already passed out under such circumstances.

Under Yang Chengye's watchful eyes, Meng Xian'er stretched out her palm and put it on Yang Chengye's shoulder, and streams of pure Qi slowly entered his body. Yang Chengye suddenly seemed to have infinite power, and shouted loudly The pressure on the top of the head flew out.

"puff"

Meng Xian'er spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground, showing a bewildered smile to Yang Chengye and slowly closing her eyes.

"No!"

Seeing Mengxian'er fell to the ground, life or death unknown, Yang Chengye suddenly let out a huge roar, and a monstrous momentum erupted from his body.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, No. 18 Form, The Dragon Has Regrets!"

Immediately there was a burst of dragon chant, and then a golden dragon appeared around Yang Chengye's body, circled around his body, and finally rose from Yang Chengye's head, roaring and shooting towards Qin An.

"This is……………"

Seeing this golden dragon, Qin An's pupils swelled suddenly, showing a look of horror, and a strong sense of danger filled his heart.

Qin An withdrew his palm and turned around to run away. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, the golden dragon suddenly opened its mouth and roared, and then penetrated his body.

"Puff puff"

Qin An vomited blood three times in a row, his body flew upside down, and fell towards the depths of Qingxigou.

The golden dragon disappeared, and Yang Chengye also approached exhaustion, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Qingxigou immediately became quiet. The fight just now affected the entire Qingxigou. Countless big trees were uprooted, many potholes appeared on the ground, and there was still a scorching hot breath.

On the ground, Yang Chengye, Meng Xian'er, and Zhao Wushuang had different postures, and they all fell into a coma.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wushuang was the first to wake up. Although her injuries were not serious, they were all external injuries, much less serious than Yang Chengye and Meng Xian'er.

Zhao Wushuang slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look, as if looking for something.

"Master Yang!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wushuang exclaimed and forced himself to sit up.

.....................

In Qingxigou, there was a hidden cave, the ground was covered with hay, on the hay Yang Chengye and Meng Xian'er lay side by side, both in a coma.

A bonfire was burning at the entrance of the cave, and the bonfire burned the branches and made a "crackling" sound.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang walked into the cave with two hares that had been skinned, gutted, and cleaned.

Zhao Wushuang looked at the two Yang Chengye who were still in a coma, sighed silently, skewered the hare with branches and roasted it on the bonfire.

After finishing all this, Zhao Wushuang took a wet handkerchief embroidered with butterflies and sat beside Yang Chengye, gently wiping his cheek.

Zhao Wushuang didn't stop until he wiped off all the stains on Yang Chengye's face. His bright and charming eyes stared at Yang Chengye without blinking, and he gently reached out his hand to caress Yang Chengye's cheek.

After a while, Zhao Wushuang slowly shed tears from his eyes, and said softly:
"The evil,
I want to know you,

Longevity is endless.

The mountains are without mausoleums, and the rivers are exhausted.

Winter thunder is shaking, Xia Yuxue.

The heaven and the earth are united, but dare to break with the king. "

After Zhao Wushuang finished reading, he lowered his head and kissed Yang Chengye's face lightly, tears fell one by one, remaining on Yang Chengye's face.

After a while, Zhao Wushuang got up, looked at Meng Xian'er with complicated eyes, finally got up slowly with a sigh, walked out of the cave staggeringly, covered the entrance of the cave with withered grass, turned and went down the mountain to leave Qingxigou.

The cave is as warm as spring, and the bonfire at the entrance of the cave still makes a "crackling" sound.

At this time, Yang Chengye had a dream. In the dream, he and Meng Xianer were in a place with pleasant scenery, birds singing and flowers fragrant, and peach blossoms everywhere. Meng Xianer laughed and ran in front of him, and he kept chasing after him.

Yang Chengye caught up with Meng Xian'er, held her in his arms with one arm, and looked at Meng Xian'er with a sweet smile, her blushing and delicate face was suddenly excited, and imprinted her mouth deeply on Meng Xian'er's moist and warm face. On hot cherry lips.

Meng Xian'er snorted coquettishly, raised her arms to hug Yang Chengye's head, let Yang Chengye suck her red lips, and moaned from her throat.

Hearing Mengxian'er's groans, Yang Chengye couldn't hold back any more and tore Mengxian'er's dress away, exposing his firm white upper body to Yang Chengye's eyes.

"Master Yang......"

Suddenly, Meng Xian'er said softly.

Hearing this voice, Yang Chengye shuddered immediately, and when he looked at Meng Xianer's cheek again, the person in front of him had already turned into Zhao Wushuang.

"Princess!"

Yang Chengye jumped up from Zhao Wushuang, and pointed at Zhao Wushuang in horror: "Why are you?"

Zhao Wushuang stood up, his snow-white upper body swaying in front of Yang Chengye's eyes.

"Master Hou, it's me, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Chengye stepped back and asked, "Where is Xianer? Where did Xianer go?"

Hearing Yang Chengye calling Xian'er, Zhao Wushuang's face changed drastically, and then his face shook for a while, and finally turned into Nalan Yanran.

"Miss Nalan, you..."

Yang Chengye showed a look of hell, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Brother Yang, it's me, I'm Yinping, don't you remember me?"

Suddenly, Nalan Yanran's face changed into Yue Yinping.

Yang Chengye backed away while calling Meng Xian'er's name.

"Brother Yang, save me!"

At this moment, Meng Xian'er's voice came from behind Yang Chengye. Yang Chengye hurriedly turned around and saw a terrifying scene.

Meng Xian'er, Yue Yinping, and Nalan Yanran were all kneeling on the ground, with Qin An and Han Bilian standing behind them.

Qin An and Han Bilian stood side by side, each holding a long sword in their hands, resting on the shoulders of Meng Xian'er and Yue Yinping.

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