Evil Venerable

Jiang Xian'er's beautiful face couldn't help showing a pensive look, and after a while, she just said, "In my daughter's opinion, Prince Li won't give up if he doesn't see his father.

What's more, we have turned him away twice, but he is still not angry, and threatened to come back tomorrow, and also sent a precious elixir king, which shows that he is open-minded and does not hold grudges against his father.

He is magnanimous and open-minded. If such a person becomes the emperor, he will be a generation of Mingjun. "

Jiang Longxiang listened to his daughter's analysis, thoughtful, but then he said with a smile that was not a smile, "Daughter, you have such high regard for him, do you have a crush on him?"

"Father, you're here again! I'm helping you analyze it, but you're still teasing me, so ignore you!" Jiang Xian'er rolled her eyes at her father and walked away.

Watching his precious daughter leave, Jiang Longxiang's originally smiling face suddenly became serious. It is extremely dangerous for a dragon son to seize the heir apparent. If the bet is right, the benefits will be unimaginable. It is very likely that the entire family may be doomed.

If it wasn't for the help of Prince Wuming back then, he would not have been able to sit in the important post of minister of the Ministry of War. Now, Prince Wuming has no intention of governing the country, but his son Li Li has put on a posture that he wants to compete with the other three princes for the throne.

It stands to reason that based on Prince Wuming's kindness, he should unconditionally support Prince Li, but he also has his own considerations, and he doesn't want to be labeled as Prince Li's camp so quickly.

However, the two-day visit from the prince made him quite distressed. Should he make it clear that the chariots and horses directly supported him, or temporarily shut him out and then secretly help?

"Forget it, let's see the situation in the next few days! If he persists, I can only follow his heart, but this way...!"

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On the second day, Yan Li came to Jiangfu again and asked someone to send a greeting card.

Jiang Chong didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly sent the invitation card to the mansion. When Jiang Longxiang opened the invitation card, his slightly heavy eyes suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help but secretly praised "What a little prince!" in his heart.

"Jiang Chong, go and tell Prince Li that the old man has not fully recovered and needs to recuperate for several months, so that he will not come again."

"Father!"

"master!"

Both Jiang Xian'er and Jiang Chong couldn't help shouting.

"Go! I have my own measure." Jiang Longxiang waved his hand.

Jiang Chong left, but Jiang Xian'er muttered dissatisfiedly, "Father, Prince Li visited three times and was rejected by you. Are you going too far?"

"Oh, my good girl, you're turning your elbows out, it's really sad for your father!" Jiang Longxiang teased with a smile.

"Father."

Seeing that her father was still unruly up to this moment, Jiang Xian'er couldn't help stamping her little feet angrily.

"Okay, good girl, don't be angry, just look at this greeting card!" While speaking, Jiang Longxiang brought Yan Li's greeting card in front of her.

"A greeting from Prince Li!"

She took the invitation card and opened it, and was immediately attracted by the font that contained spirituality. After reading it carefully, she found that there was nothing special about this invitation card except for the handwriting.

But when her father showed her, there must be a deep meaning, so after a closer look, I finally saw the clue. This greeting card only has four lines. If the first words of each line are connected together, it will be "Please refuse again." ".

"Good girl, do you now understand why you still reject him as a father?"

Jiang Longxiang smiled, and his understanding of Yanli had gone up to a new level.

"Father, what does Prince Li mean?"

Jiang Xian'er put down the greeting card, her eyebrows frowned slightly, but she was somewhat puzzled in her heart, why did he do this?

"Good girl, it shouldn't be hard to see with your intelligence, haha, I'm in a happy mood today for my father, I have to have a big meal!" Jiang Longxiang laughed, left the study, and went to the dining room. He has a special hobby. Once something happy happens, they like to have a big meal.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Jiang Xian'er finally realized "So that's how it is."

Cheng Wangfu.

Li Chengzong listened to his subordinate's report, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that my nephew couldn't wait any longer. He was refused three visits to Jiang Longxiang, so he might become a laughing stock now.

Come, prepare a big gift for me, and go to Jiangfu! "

Half an hour later, when Li Chengzong returned to the palace, he couldn't help but dropped his glass. He never expected that he would also be rejected by Jiang Longxiang.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

On this day, a sneaky figure came to Yan Wang Mansion and entered the palace through the back door.

In the partial room.

Du Sirius bowed respectfully towards a figure from behind, "Du Sirius see King Yan."

Li Chengxun turned around slowly, looked at Du Sirius calmly, but for a moment, the other party felt cold all over, and quickly said, "King Yan, this subordinate deserves to die for failing to live up to your expectations!"

"Since your serious crime deserves ten thousand deaths, why do you still come to see me?"

Li Chengxun finally spoke. Although his tone was flat, anyone could hear the dissatisfaction contained in his tone. He could ignore the Sirius Gang's disaster for the Imperial City, but the destruction of the Sirius Gang meant that he lost a lot of income every year. In order to compete for the throne, whether it is buying the army, the people in the court, or the palace, a lot of money is needed. Without this income, it will directly affect his plan.

Du Tianlang's heart turned cold when he heard the words, and at the same time, his hatred for Yan Li increased greatly.

"However, I can give you a chance to redeem yourself!" Li Chengxun changed the subject, and a murderous look suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"My lord, please clarify!"

"Go and kill him! This king will rebuild the Sirius Gang for you!"

"what!"

Du Sirius' face suddenly turned pale. Although he hated Yan Li to death in his heart, he never thought of killing him. After all, the other party also has the strength to compete for the number one position in the world.

Just as he was hesitating, a pair of cold eyes fell on him.

"It's okay! You can refuse! However, you can't stay in the imperial city anymore, I will send you a safe place to live your life!"

"No! This subordinate is willing to redeem his crimes!" Du Sirius hurriedly said, but his heart was full of bitterness. Li Chengxun's so-called safe place was probably hellish. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a great sorrow in his heart. The wolf gang has collected inexhaustible wealth for him over the years, but in the end, once the Sirian wolf gang is wiped out, he becomes an outcast.

"Go! Once he's dead! You will become the head of the Sirius Gang again!" Li Chengxun waved his hand, his expression indifferent.

Prince Yong's Mansion, in the garden.

Yan Li stood holding the sword, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two divine lights shot out from them.

"cut!"

The Wufeng sword suddenly pierced into the void, and in an instant, a dense sword energy burst out, and the powerful sword force spread, and within a radius of ten meters, it became a storm of sword energy.

"Hey!"

After a while, the storm dissipated, and everything turned into a deep sigh.

"Wuming Sword Code" is too profound, even if he has three souls in one and possesses supreme wisdom, it is still difficult to comprehend the tricks in it in a short time.

The mind entered the Hunyuan space, and the spirit fetus clone was still in retreat. From his tight brows, it could be seen that he was not going well in comprehending the "Five Swords Manual".

"The clothes are perfect, the last one is alive, and the chestnuts are taken out of the fire!"

Yan Li kept chanting the name of the three moves of swordsmanship, trying to figure out the artistic conception of the swordsmanship contained in it.

"These three moves of swordsmanship are based on the heart of heaven, the heart of earth, and the heart of the human heart. If you want to understand it, you have to go to the end of the world with your sword to understand the mysteries of heaven, earth, and people. Your heart is kingly, so it doesn't matter if you don't practice this sword!"

A soft voice interrupted Yan Li's thoughts, he raised his eyes, his eyes couldn't help being delighted, he put away his Wufeng sword, stepped forward, bowed and said, "My child has seen my father."

Li Wuming, who was dressed in a white robe and had flying black hair, helped Yan Li up, and said softly, "This set of "Wuming Sword Code" was obtained by my father from the secret realm of the Eastern Desolation. It is suitable for me to cultivate, so I presented it to Senior Brother Xiahou, but unexpectedly, more than ten years later, he would pass it on to you!"

Master Yan Li, Xia Houzun, told about the past, and knew that his father obtained a treasure from a secret realm. Could it be that this treasure is the "Unknown Sword Code"?

Putting forward the question in his mind, Li Wuming nodded and said, "That's right, it's exactly this sword manual. This sword manual is divided into nine strokes and nine moods in total. Brother Xiahou can understand three moods, which is very rare."

Yan Li frowned. The strength of a low-level warrior is mainly reflected in his true energy and moves. Once he is promoted to the king realm, the way to win lies in his artistic conception.

But as far as he knows, warriors usually realize only one artistic conception, and those who can realize two artistic conceptions are all geniuses. As for nine, it has never been heard of since ancient times.

Artistic conception can also be said to be the thought of martial arts. According to the saying on the earth, too much thinking will cause schizophrenia. Thinking that in order to complete the "Wuming Sword Code", you must understand the nine artistic concepts. Made me mentally ill.

"Father! Should I give up this set of sword manuals?" Yan Li asked unwillingly.

"If you give up, you can gain! Everyone has their own way! Although this set of swordsmanship is wonderful, it is the way of others after all. Even if you succeed in cultivation, your achievements will not surpass the person who created the swordsmanship! So what if you give it up? ?”

The sentence "so what if you give it up" made Yanli feel the arrogance in Li Wuming's heart, and faintly, he felt that his father in front of him had become extremely tall, which made him feel like he was looking up from a high mountain.

With a move in his heart, he asked, "Father, what is your way?"

"My way?" Li Wuming's mouth showed a trace of bewilderment, and he said slowly, "My way used to be infatuated, but after being taught by you, it has become the way of affection."

"Infatuation? Love?"

Yan Li was full of doubts.

Suddenly, Li Wuming's momentum suddenly changed, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong sense of sadness, that kind of sadness can make people heartbroken with pain, and give people a feeling of life without love.

For some reason, the corners of his eyes were filled with tears, and he suddenly felt that there was nothing in the world that could attract him, and he had a thought of begging for death.

But at this moment, the sadness suddenly disappeared, Yan Li suddenly woke up, looking at Li Wuming with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly understood that at the moment just now, he fell into the way of his infatuation.

For a moment, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, secretly exclaiming terror, a mood completely broke his heart, if he wanted to harm him, he probably wouldn't be able to resist at all.

"Father, your current cultivation level...?"

Faintly, Yan Li felt that his father Li Wuming's cultivation should be stronger than his master Xia Houzun.