My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 37 I am an unruly young minister
silence for a moment,

Marquis Wu'an also smiled a little at this time and asked curiously:
"How did you know?"

As he spoke, he teleported from the ground beside the pile of rocks to the other party's side.

Li Cheng looked away and pointed at the bloody sword in front of him:
“When I typed the poem I wrote with the cinnabar pen into the hilt of the sword, I felt something was wrong.

The feedback given to me is that this sword and the stone pile are as one, but more like some kind of carrier. In addition..."

He paused for a moment, looked at the bloody sword, and said as if he was joking:
"The ancient books of the demons said that the senior was a cold-blooded murderer, so they subconsciously thought that this was the sword of the senior.

But seeing it is better than hearing it. I feel that this sword does not match the temperament of the senior. "

"Hey, you are indeed quite interesting."

Wu'an Hou Xin put his hand on the hilt of the blood sword and asked casually:

"Then how did you know that I hid the sword up there?"

"I guessed based on intuition," Li Cheng replied honestly:
"Although this underground palace is large, there are not many places to hide things.

And this place looks more like a place where demons pray and offer sacrifices.

If I were the senior, I would hide the true form of the sword in the highest place. "

"The future is terrifying."

When Marquis Wu An heard this, he couldn't help but look serious. At the same time, he slowly pulled out the bloody sword seemingly casually.

The rumbling sound gradually resounded throughout the entire underground palace.

The static sword energy all around suddenly became active.

As Li Cheng vaguely guessed, when the blood sword was completely pulled away from the stone, only a small section of the sword body remained.

In other words,
This is just a broken blade, or it can be said to be a cover-up set up by Marquis Wu An.

And when the blood sword was pulled out, the extremely solid pile of rocks instantly released the shackles that had held it for thousands of years.

The piles of stones, two or three stories high, weathered at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and scattered into quicksand.

Wu Anhou put his hand on Li Cheng's shoulder to prevent him from falling into the sand.

The other hand held the broken sword high above his head, summoning something in the dark.

When the two people slowly fell to the ground from the dust in the sky,
The sound of a silver bottle being broken suddenly came from above the dome.

Li Cheng subconsciously looked up and saw a three-foot long sword breaking through the gap in the dome and floating in the cold beam of light.

And where the sword tip pointed in the air, there was a bright crystal slightly larger than an egg floating.

"Shenjing." Li Cheng's eyes darkened slightly and he groaned.

"That's right," Marquis Wu An looked into the air and calmly answered:

"This is the original divine crystal that contains the charm of nightmare."

Withdrawing his gaze and ignoring the roaring sounds around him, Li Cheng looked sideways at Marquis Wu An seriously:

"If I had chosen to pull out the Broken Sword just now, would this divine crystal be destroyed?"

"Maybe." Wu Anhou admitted without hesitation:
"You want me to give your wife the right to choose, then I will give you this choice.

As for the outcome, it all depends on my thoughts. "

Li Cheng:......

After a moment of silence, his expression became a little helpless: "Senior, you are so willful."

"I'm not as willful as you," Marquis Wu'an said casually, playing with the red broken sword in his hand:

"In Great Qin, human beings are strictly prohibited from contacting demons. Violators will be executed, let alone having biological children."

Hearing this, Li Cheng's helpless expression deepened and he said:

"Senior, times have changed.

It's no longer 3000 years ago. Who is still in traditional love? "

Marquis Wu'an: ...

After being startled for a moment, he finally digested the meaning of the word love, with a slight smile on his eyebrows:

"You don't seem to be very afraid of me?"

"I believe that my predecessors were broad-minded and would not care about me."

"No," Marquis Wu An suddenly shook his head and denied with a smile:
"You are wrong. I am very small-minded."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand as fast as lightning and thrust the red broken sword into Li Cheng's eyebrow.

This incident happened in a flash of lightning.

Judging from Li Cheng's level of cultivation, even if he develops a sense of resistance, he cannot stop the opponent at all.

And for some reason, he didn't have any danger warning in his heart, and the Star Picking Stone in his sleeve didn't react at all.

Looking at the other person who was smiling but not smiling with his eyes wide open, he couldn't help but twitched and fell to the ground.

At this moment, time seems to have fallen into eternal stillness.

……

……

I do not know how long it has been.

The anxious female voice kept repeating in his ears, and gradually became clearer:
"Li Xiaobu, don't scare me, wake up quickly..."

Slowly opening his eyes, a flash of red light flashed between his eyebrows.

Li Cheng subconsciously looked around, but surprisingly found that his consciousness had become much stronger.

Moreover, the surrounding darkness also became visible.

at the same time,

He saw the ruby ​​​​like eyes in front of him filled with water mist, and I saw a cold and pretty face that was still pitiful.

For a moment, an ancient poem suddenly appeared in his mind:
The jade face is lonely and the tears are dry,
A branch of pear blossoms with rain in spring.

He lightly pursed his dry lips, and spoke softly with gentle eyes:
"I'm sorry, Xiaoyi, for making you worry. I really have nothing to do, um..."

After hesitating for a moment, Li Cheng still felt a little embarrassed and said:
"If you have anything to say, can you put me down first?"

At this moment, most of the underground palace has collapsed, and countless mud and rocks are pouring in crazily.

As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, Xiang Yi used the power of Linglong Jade to steady his hand and held Li Cheng with both hands.

That's right,

Li Cheng was hugged by the princess at this time.

After checking the other party with his true energy, Xiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put Li Cheng down:

"You were suddenly passed next to me earlier, and you were completely breathless. I thought you..."

Li Cheng gently put his fingers on the other person's lips, and used his other hand to quietly wipe away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes.

Staring at the darkness filled with smoke and dust around him, he spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Senior, I know you are hiding there and eavesdropping."

"Oh, you are no longer interesting."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Li Cheng turned around suddenly.

Zheng!
The lady's sword was unsheathed with a sound, and an arc of light bloomed in the darkness.

After taking a look at the girl's cold and pretty face and the sharp sword in her hand, the white figure suspended in the air suddenly smiled:
"I now believe that you are really husband and wife."

Looking at Marquis Wu An with a complicated expression, Li Cheng solemnly saluted him again:
"Thank you, senior, for giving me Jian Yun."

A simple sentence, but Xiang Yi, who was holding a sword next to him, couldn't help but be stunned.

Just because of the word Jian Yun.

The so-called Jian Yun can be understood as a cheating device or golden finger on the road of spiritual practice.

Any sword cultivator who can understand Jian Yun is a genius in the eyes of the world, and the process of cultivation is smooth sailing.

This is similar to the nightmare in Xiang Yi's body.

In addition, the sword is mysterious and mysterious, but it can also be divided into high and low, strong and weak.

The Jian Yun passed down to him by Marquis Wu An was his lifelong understanding of the art of swordsmanship, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it the best.

You know, among the Yunyun sword cultivators 3000 years ago, only Emperor Qin was stronger than Marquis Wu'an.

It's a pity that Wu'an Hou was born at the wrong time, and he stopped at the second-level realm until his death.

If he were born now, it would not be difficult to become a first-class land sword god, and he might even be able to reach the legendary heaven-human realm.

It can be said that Marquis Wu An gave Li Cheng a huge gift.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was just a wisp of remnant soul, Li Cheng almost wanted to say, "Bu has been wandering for half his life, and I only regret not seeing each other..."

When Marquis Wu An heard this, he smiled to himself and looked at the two of them thoughtfully:

"No need to thank me, I just did it on a whim.

How can the handsome young man I know not be as good as a little girl? "

Li Cheng:......

The corners of his mouth twitched secretly, and Li Cheng secretly thought that the other party was still as willful as ever.

But when he was about to say something else, he saw Marquis Wu An turning his back, looking up at the remaining dome, and smiled smartly:
"I don't have much time left.

Young man, I like your poems very much. If there is anything else, please read it to me again. "

Hearing this, they looked at each other's free and uninhibited figure from afar.

For some reason, Li Cheng suddenly thought of a certain lyric he had heard in his previous life.

Without allowing for deep thought, he said the first sentence in a deep voice as soon as his mind moved:
"I am an unruly young minister..."

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