Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 690 Come, let me make a mark here
Qingniao is a death warrior and also a second-class maid in Wutong Garden. She is taciturn and usually gives people a cold look. This personality is not suitable for serving people, so Hongshu, the senior maid, asked her to help the prince feed the six-year-old phoenix of the gyrfalcon. Xu Fengnian's shout not only awakened the sword in Jian Jiuhuang's hand, but also awakened the six-year-old phoenix raised in the small building. Its black and strong claws flicked on the bird stand, and its snow-white wings flapped quickly and shot out of the room. It arrived first, three points faster than Jian Jiuhuang's sword, and its sharp claws with a faint glow dug towards Chu Pingsheng's cheek.

He never moved, just standing there, stupidly standing by the lake. Not knowing what was going on, Lao Kui suddenly looked up and saw a black cloud covering the sun. A strong wind was blowing down like a tsunami, and Jian Jiuhuang's three swords were blocked by the strong wind and could not move forward at all. The Qingbai Luan that attacked the man in green shirt and that the powerful people of Western Chu had paid a fortune to buy was pressed down to dust by something.

It was not until the strong wind subsided and he could open his eyes that Lao Kui, who had always considered himself a master, could see clearly what that thing was.

A large eagle with a tumor on its head and black feathers all over its body pinned the bird of prey raised by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to the ground and pecked at it again and again, causing the six-year-old phoenix's white feathers to fall all over the place and scream in pain. The eagle did not care. After eating two bites of meat, it looked up at Old Huang, who was sweating profusely across from it, then lowered its head and pecked at it twice more. The gyrfalcon, which had been raised by the bluebird for several years and which His Royal Highness the Crown Prince affectionately called "Xiaobai", was pecked to death and torn into pieces of meat on the ground.

Fuchen, Sanjin, and Twin Lotus, two of the three swords returned to their owners, and the best-looking Twin Lotus went to Chu Pingsheng. This time, it was easier to take the sword than last night. When the eagle pinned down the six-year-old phoenix, he just stretched out his hand and took the Twin Lotus from the strong wind that was enough to tear the human body apart, holding it in his hand and examining it carefully.

"This sword is very beautiful. What's its name?"

"..."

Old Huang didn't say anything, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't hear. He was still immersed in the panic brought about by the appearance of the big bird. The strong wind created by the flapping of its wings alone was able to break his sword-controlling skills. He had never seen such a situation in his life. If he had to find a realm to describe it, the strength of this eagle should be in the Zhixuan realm, and it is the Zhixuan realm of a martial artist, not the Zhixuan realm of a cultivator.

"Forget it, there's no need."

Chu Pingsheng did not give Old Huang a chance to wake up and answer. He lifted his green shirt slightly and disappeared on the spot. He turned into a shadow and approached Nangong Pushe, who was dressed as a young man in white.

"Be careful."

Xu Fengnian lifted the hem of his robe and ran wildly along the corridor at the back of the building, heading straight for the waterside pavilion. When he stopped breathlessly against the original-colored pillar at the corner, the fight between Nangong Pushe and Chu Pingsheng also came to an end. He did not see clearly how Nangong Pushe drew his sword, nor how Pingsheng captured him at close range. With just a shake, the gauze crown of the young man in white was knocked off, and his smooth long hair fell like a waterfall, half covering his jade-like face, which was more beautiful than a fairy. The blunt sword Chunlei, one of the two swords, also fell into the opponent's palm.

"woman……"

The white fox's face was very clean from the inside out, so clean that it reminded people of the first heavy snow in winter, which made the wintersweet branches tremble and covered the earth in white. The sky was filled with silver frost, and the mountains and rivers were wrapped in white. It was cold, clean, and coquettish in winter. This was the feeling that Nangong Pushe gave him. He thought he was a handsome young man traveling in this world, but he didn't expect him to be a woman dressed as a man.

Chu Pingsheng raised his left hand, and the shuriken was a Twin Lotus. Chu Pingsheng raised his right hand, and the shuriken was a Blunt Spring Thunder. The swords collided, and with a click, the Twin Lotus split in two, and the unopened blade of the Spring Thunder had a notch.

"Leave a mark."

He waved his sleeves, and there was a flash of spring thunder. Clang, the blunt knife returned to its sheath. The force was not strong, but Nangong Pushe retreated three steps and half-knelt on the ground. His black hair flowed down his shoulders, covering half of his body. He gasped for breath, stared at the ground, and muttered to himself, "How could this happen?"

There are ten famous swords in the world, and Huang Lu alone has six of them. In the battle of Wudi City, Huang Lu left five swords on the west wall, and there were still five swords left in the sword box. Now, two of them were destroyed in less than a day. Since then, three of the ten famous swords in the world are gone, and there is no more Dragon, Snake, or Twin Lotus.

Inside the Tingchao Pavilion, a wooden pole with ash on one side and no ash on the other side propped up the window again. Li Yishan looked at the five black pieces and three white pieces in his hand and frowned.

Snapped.

Another window on the shore opened, and a spear was fired from the yellow wood workshop next to the waterside pavilion, as swift as a meteor in broad daylight. The eagle that had been pecking at the phoenix for six years flapped its wings and retreated several feet, blocking the spear with its body. Sparks flew, and the eagle glided away, the spear bounced back, and a feather fell from the sky, but it was only a feather.

ji...

The wind blew up with a whoosh, making Jian Jiu's face wrinkle and his mouth tilted. He could hardly open his eyes, and his cloth clothes rustled. He could hardly stand. However, the eagle had already flown over the lake and spiraled straight up. The strong wind from bottom to top swept up the water in the lake, like a flying water dragon. The white waves surged, one after another, and the green lotus floating on the lake was torn to pieces. The small boat came onto the platform and hit the wooden piles of the pier. The viewing platform in front of the water pavilion, which was built with wooden pillars and boards, shook a few times and then collapsed with a loud bang. The recliner that Xu Fengnian had ordered people to put on it and the big red pillow on the recliner, the coffee table and the silver fruit plate on the coffee table, all fell into the lake.

The strong wind had not yet subsided, and its strength was still increasing. A whirlpool stirred the lake water, and huge waves gradually rose in the distance, surging forward in a manner close to a tsunami. According to Jian Jiuhuang's estimation, if it reached the shore, not to mention the waterside pavilion and the small building, even the Tingchao Pavilion would not be able to be saved. Was this referring to Xuan? It was already approaching the celestial phenomenon. He cursed Han Laoshan in his heart. Why did he stab that shot just now? If the sneak attack failed, the consequences would be serious.

Old Huang knew that he could not go on like this, and prepared to use the sword skill of Ninety-Six Thousand Miles that he had learned while traveling with Xu Fengnian. However, before the sword was raised, the wind had already dispersed, and the surging water dragon crashed into the lake. The surging waves raised up waves more than two meters high on the embankment, breaking all the fences and overturning the dried fish that the cook was drying in the kitchen.

"Go." The young man who walked towards the Tingchao Pavilion waved his hand. The eagle with a wingspan that covered the sun let out a long cry into the sky, flapped its wings, and flew higher and higher, eventually turning into a small black dot and disappearing in the suddenly brightening sunlight.

Old Huang withdrew his true energy, and the Sun-Shining Sword returned to the sword box. He was finally sure that Lin Qing was not talking nonsense when he said he had an accomplice. The eagle was old enough to be the grandfather of the third place winner in the imperial examination. It was a good question as to who raised such a smart man.

"I'll take the White Emperor's Embrace the Pure Secret."

Chu Pingsheng stood in front of the Tingchao Pavilion, looking up at the three gold-plated characters on the plaque. After more than ten years of facing the lake, there was no sign of corrosion. He stamped his feet again, not knowing what he was stepping on or if it was just for fun. He looked back at the lake where the wind and waves were gradually dying down, and laughed, "If you don't want to be an emperor, why gather your energy?"

Squeak.

The door is open slightly.

A blue thread-bound book was thrown on the spotless steps. In an instant, the feather that fell from the Flying General's head after resisting Han Laoshan's shot was as fast as thunder, piercing the window pane on the door and piercing the head of the person behind. The splattered blood immediately dyed the slightly yellowed window paper red. The door frame squeezed open a crack, and behind it was Wei Shuyang, who died with his eyes open.

Chu Pingsheng bent down, picked up the book "Baidi Baopu Jue" on the ground, wiped off the blood on it, and walked down the stairs step by step, sighing softly: "I have to kill eight...or ninety-eight. It's really troublesome."

Nangong Pushe still remained in a half-kneeling position, his hands, too white and tender to look like a warrior's, pressing the two knives at his waist. Fear was still evident on his face, and his white clothes were soaked with sweat.

“Grandpa Wei!”

Xu Fengnian was still running fast, holding up the hem of his brocade robe. The embankment was slippery and he fell heavily. He looked up with pain on his face, seeing the door of Tingchao Pavilion blown open by the lake breeze and Wei Shuyang who was dead inside the door.

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Chu Pingsheng glanced at the Yellow Array Map, then looked at the deep alley, beside the roses, with the ribs stuck in the lungs and the blue bird whose martial arts were completely destroyed. He shook his head slightly: "Someone will die, either Jian Jiuhuang or Wei Shuyang."

After he finished speaking, he rode away on the wind. When his back was out of sight, Lao Kui crawled out from behind a lamp stand as tall as a person and shouted to Jian Jiuhuang, "Hey, I'm hungry."

……

That night, 10,000 Great Snow Dragon Cavalry were attacked, and 98 men were killed, including two second-rank lieutenant generals. Yuan Zuozong, the adopted son of Xu Xiao, launched a massive attack and turned the area within a ten-mile radius around the camp upside down, but did not obtain any clues until Han Laoshan delivered a message from King Beiliang. Yuan Zuozong led his troops back and only said that he would treat the families of the deceased well, and never mentioned revenge for his subordinates.

At the same time, Xu Fengnian was still wearing the bright silver brocade robe he had worn earlier. His chest was dirty and covered with mud stains. He held his head and sat on a round stool in the middle of the room, recalling the previous scene over and over again.

This was not the Lin Tanhua he knew, not... definitely not.

On the bed inside was lying the unconscious Sweet Potato, covered with a green-colored and white-edged duck down quilt. Xu Xiao said that she had been in a coma for a day and a night, waking up only briefly once, still dominated by nightmares and suffering from hysteria. Xu Yanbing used up his inner energy to save her life, but the bones of her limbs were crushed by the extremely domineering inner energy, and she would have to spend the rest of her life in bed.

"Xu Yanbing has come out of seclusion. Qingniao is not dead, but his martial arts skills are ruined. His broken ribs punctured his lungs. After his injuries heal, he will suffer from tuberculosis and will never be able to do strenuous exercise again."

Xu Xiao arrived at the room where sweet potatoes were temporarily placed without knowing when.

Xu Fengnian mechanically turned his head and stared at his father with a dull look on his face. His hands trembled slightly and he shook his head quickly: "Why did Hongshu become like this? Why did she become like this?"

"..."

"Where is Xu Yanbing? Isn't he known as invincible below the level of earthly immortals, and he can fight earthly immortals one for one? Why doesn't he seek revenge on Lin when Qingniao is so injured? Why!"

(End of this chapter)