After Princess Xuanxue came down from the mountain, the whole capital was in chaos.

Chapter 12 Pangu Sword

"Let's go." Yuan Qi walked to the carriage very neatly, and climbed up with his hands and feet. As soon as she climbed up, Xuanyu built a wooden ladder from the back of the carriage to get on.

Yuan Qi: "..."

Such a convenient thing, why didn't she take it out earlier? It made her slim and pouty, and she lost her image at all.

Xuanyu was glared at, he scratched his head, very innocent, it was not his business, it had nothing to do with him!
  Xiangli Youming climbed onto the carriage calmly and gracefully on the wooden ladder. He was young but had an excellent temperament. In just a short time, Xiangli Youming only sat in front of the fortune-telling stall for a short while, and he attracted many women. Looking at it, everyone from cute babies in their five or six years old, to young women in their twenties, and even middle-aged women in their thirties or forties, all stared at Xiangli Youming and praised him fiercely.

It wasn't until Xiang Li Youming's carriage left that the little girls, wives and old ladies reluctantly left.

Yuan Qi didn't want to talk to him: beauty was a disaster.

Xiangli Youming didn't talk much, and only said three words along the way: "There are snacks in the car, do you want some?"

"My family has a lot of rules. If you want to treat me, you have to get the consent of my father and mother."

"What's the girl's name?"

Yuan Qi’s answer is simpler.

"Don't eat."

"it is good."

"Yuan Qi."

When he wasn't talking, Xiangli Youming sat upright and stared straight ahead. Although he was feeling unwell, he always maintained this posture.

Yuan Qi was different. He felt comfortable wherever he could, and he shamelessly admired the other person's beauty. Who could let her see that she would have a lot of trouble with him in the future?

When getting off the bus, Yuan Qi complained displeasedly: "You are so immature at such a young age, you are as boring as a gourd."

Xiangli Youming said nothing and led Yuan Qi through the door.

Xiangli Mansion covers a large area, and even the entrance is more than twice the size of Jiang Mansion. The two large stone lions at the door are very majestic, and the thick red lacquer door shows the strength of the owner.

After entering the door, the majestic attic stood. When the servants saw Xiangli Youming, they all bowed respectfully and called out: "Little Master Jiu."

Yuan Qi followed Xiangli Youming's side, and he also pretended to be intimidating.

Xiangli Youming ordered Xuanyu to report to the head of the family, and he took Yuan Qi straight to his attic, Jiuxiao Tower.

This attic is very large and very high. Yuan Qi visually estimated that it is five stories high, and the buildings in the palace are not as tall as Jiuxiao Tower.

There were several capable guards in black and several cold-faced guards in red standing outside Jiuxiao Tower.

Yuan Qi stayed under the corridor for a while and found that the pillars under the corridor were made of nanmu. Although it was not golden nanmu, it was already very valuable.

The interior of the building is even more luxurious. The gauze curtains are all made of fine soft tobacco. The beads on the bead curtains are either jade or pearls. Even the pots of flowers in the house are all exotic flowers and rare species in the world. .

Not to mention the table and chair furnishings, even the seat cushions are woven from very precious ivory silk.

Poverty limits imagination.

Although the Jiang family is also one of the four major families, it is the last one. Compared with the Xiangli family, which ranks first, the difference is simply an ant and an elephant.

In short, the arrogance of the Xiangli family refreshed Yuan Qi's understanding of wealth.

After Yuan Qi felt bitterly, he began to pay attention to the furnishings and layout of the room.

In terms of Feng Shui, there is no problem with the decoration and layout of Jiuxiao Tower.

At least there is no problem with the main room on the first floor.

Xiangli Youming has four great guards: Xuanyu and Xuanhe from Xuanzi generation, Liuyun and Liuzhang from Liuzi generation.

The four guards are always inseparable from Xiangli Youming, and they will always follow him when he goes out. Xuanhe looked down upon Yuan Qi and looked at him like he had never seen the world.

Xiangli Youming sat down casually.

Yuan Qi walked around on the first floor and found nothing wrong.

"Let's go take a look at your bedroom."

Xuanhe scolded him coldly: "Don't go too far! How can outsiders see Little Master Jiu's bedroom at will?"

Xiangli Youming stood up and said, "I'll take you there."

Xuanhe was unwilling and had no choice but to follow.

Xiang Li Youming's bedroom is on the second floor. The bedroom is not big, and you feel a bit cold as soon as you enter.

A sword was lying on a shelf under the window, surrounded by black air.

Yuan Qi walked over and picked it up directly, and found that the hilt of the sword was wrapped with special black silk thread, and it was wrapped very tightly in circles. The end of the sword hilt is a red agate gemstone, and the scabbard is even more exquisite. Not only is it engraved with complicated patterns, it is also engraved with Xiangli Youming's name.

When the sword is unsheathed, the black energy becomes even stronger.

Xuanhe looked down upon Yuan Qi's inexperienced appearance and rolled his eyes one after another.

He and Liuyun Liuzhang gathered together and murmured, always despising Yuan Qi.

Xiangli Youming pretended not to hear, stepped forward and asked, "Is there any question?"

Before Yuan Qi could say anything, Xuanhe reminded him loudly, with a rather impatient tone: "Look carefully, this sword is called Pangu Sword, and it was the prize won by our little Jiuye clan in the competition last year. It is said that the owner of the family bought it from the Jiuxu auction, and it is said to be the sword of Zheng Rong, the god general of the Rong Kingdom three hundred years ago. This sword has killed countless enemies. It is said to be able to kill ghosts and gods, and it is known as ghosts seeing sorrow."

Yuan Qi withdrew his eyes from Pangu Sword and looked at Xiangli Youming: "Really?"

Xiangli Youming hummed, "I have to practice martial arts with this sword every day."

"No wonder you are surrounded by black energy. This sword has killed countless enemies and is contaminated with the resentment of the dead. The evil energy is extremely heavy. If the person using this sword is weak, he will be infected by the evil energy. If there is blood, the evil energy will penetrate into the body, which is more painful than the disease. Difficult to remove.”

As soon as these words came out, Xuanhe and Liuyun Liushang both changed their expressions.

Even Xiangli Youming's expression became solemn, remembering the old events a year ago. At that time, it was the triennial competition between the juniors of the Xiangli family. The big hole made me feel that my spiritual power was dissipating quickly, but I didn’t think much about it.

After defeating his opponent, he obtained the Pangu Sword.

But now that I think about it, my accidental injury should have been deliberately designed by the other party.

"The first time I used this sword was right after I won. Although I was injured, I still wanted to try the legendary sword that can kill ghosts and gods, but I didn't want to control the strength well and injure the tiger's mouth."

He deliberately concealed some details from Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with the other party's lying behavior.

She formed a seal with one hand and temporarily opened the Yin Eyes for Xiangli Youming and his guards.

The three of them immediately saw the black energy wrapped around the sword and took a breath of fear.

Xuanhe and Liuyun Liuzhang drew their swords on guard, guarding their master behind them.

Yuan Qi curled her lips, looking quite helpless, and she said mockingly: "I really haven't seen the world, this is the evil spirit, let's see how I can deal with it."

She handed the scabbard to Xiangli Youming, holding the sword in her left hand, her right index finger and middle finger together, a cluster of red flames appeared on her fingertips, hitting the sword directly.

A sharp and violent roar sounded, seeming to come from all directions, making people's hair stand on end.

Xuanhe and the other three clenched the hilts of their swords, staring at the Pangu Sword, ready to take action at any time.

(End of this chapter)