Invincible little uncle

Chapter 67 70. What he is greedy for

Xia Guang stepped off the ring, a withered yellow leaf fell from above his head, it was late autumn.

When the two fingers were gently clamped, the leaf could not withstand the slight force, and it was completely shattered, falling apart, piece by piece, the young man spread his palm, allowing the broken leaf to be swept up by the autumn wind, and then passed between the fingers .

"Senior Brother Fang is just competing with you. Although you have done a good job, you are not guilty of death. Since your martial arts are higher, how can you kill people directly!?"

Xiaojianxianmei stared at the distant figure, and couldn't help but speak, her voice was cold.

A few people can see that the power of this little prince is terrifying, and he can completely break through all tricks. Although the vortex can make the arrow futile, if it is suppressed by a dragon, it can especially block it?

That ordinary sword turned into white light is such a dragon.

Xia Guang raised his head slightly, looked at his empty palm, and didn't say anything like "He has murderous thoughts on me, can't I kill him".

He also didn't say "I said it earlier, let's be friends, and we will sit down and drink tea in an amicable manner in the future, but he insists on doing it."

He just sighed softly: "He chose the law of the jungle and used his life to fight for it. Facing such an opponent, if I hold back, it would be an insult.

Look at the fallen leaves, when autumn comes, they will wither. That is because of the cycle of the four seasons, and also because it abides by its own way.

And what he greeted was the end of his own path.

What joy is there in life, and why bother in death?
Girl, why are you angry? "

After all, the black-haired young man walked towards the courtyard arch, but behind him was Du Ping, who was holding Fang Baishi who fell from the sky and was welcoming the end of his life. Eighteen swords also fell with the wind There was a circle around him.

Lin Can only felt a chill in his heart, and the expression of looking at the back figure no longer had the frivolity of the beginning.

The modest gentleman Ning said: "To kill is to kill. It's so hypocritical to say so beautifully."

Du Ping said: "A few days later, if the division commander of Jiuchongshan knows about this, he will definitely not give up easily. Even if he dare not confront Da Zhou, but from now on, he must bear a grudge.

What the little prince kept saying was extremely hypocritical. "

Xiao Jianxian's body trembled, "No, I believe what he said, and I can feel the sincerity in his words."

Everything he said was true! ! !
How happy is life, why bother to die.

So, what is it that you are greedy for, obsessed with, and become stronger for in this world! ?

It's just the autumn wind in the twilight, which is the accumulation of yellow leaves in the courtyard.

The bleakness of this mountain city came quietly at this moment, the night was already late, and the dinner was going on happily, but the reception official looked at the young prince sitting in the center, and couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

He killed the eldest brother among the third generation disciples of Jiuchongshan!

Jiuchong Mountain is one of the Seven Mountain Leagues of Kendo
How can this be good?

But Xia Guang didn't care, he smiled and watched Huang Jie's nimble chopsticks killing all directions. The moment each dish was placed, Huang Jie would quickly take that dish away at an unimaginable speed. The essence of the dish.

Huang Yueying, who came with her for training, was also a foodie, but she was much worse than Sister Huang, so she couldn't help asking, "Do you know who my father is?"

The elder sister wearing a human skin mask replied, "Then do you know who my father is?"

Huang Yueying was so annoyed that she slammed her chopsticks on the table, "My father is Shihu from the Five Tiger Generals! Tell me, who is your father? I know all the dudes in the capital, tell me! .”

But Miss Huang didn't speak. The reason why her chopsticks skills are so fast, accurate and ruthless is that she spends the time of other people's anger on eating.

Soon, the wind swept away, and the essence of the dishes on the table was swept away again.

Huang Yueying's face turned red with anger, "You are shameless, you actually took this opportunity to steal food! Brothers, she bullied me!"

The three monkey brothers immediately cast unkind glances.

Afterwards, the chairman of the banquet turned into a one-on-four battlefield. Xia Guang watched his imperial sister move and dodge between the four pairs of chopsticks with ease, like a tiger general who took the head of a general among ten thousand troops.

So that later, as the name of the dish was announced, the chairman became extremely quiet, as if five peerless masters were waiting for the opportunity to do it.

The opportunity is at the moment when the dishes are put down.

In an instant, it was the shadow of chopsticks and forks, and the prefect who was also at the main table sighed, "It seems that the capital is also a poor place." Xia Guang sat silently between the prefect and the imperial sister, looking sideways at this performance of loved ones.

This is what he craves.

It is also a temperature that will never exist at the edge of the long river in the dream.

after dinner.

Huang Yueying left the table angrily crying, and the three monkey brothers chased her out.

Xia Guang didn't go out with him, he followed the imperial sister into the room, Xia Jiejie tore off the human skin mask like taking off a sock, and threw it somewhere with a "swipe", and then "la la la" hummed a little song, feeling happy to take a bath.

Finally let you ignorant juniors see how powerful this Black Emperor is.

When she returned to the spacious and luxurious comfortable room wrapped in bath gauze, Xia Guang had already disappeared, and Miss Huang ignored him and directly occupied "this top-level room specially reserved for the little prince to live in".

The boy took off his black armor and wore a cloak that would look thin in the bleakness of late autumn. He sat on the steps outside the door. The person who had seen the mirage in the Tomb of the Sword God was coming tonight, and he was still waiting.

Will wait no matter how late.

There is no need to delay, soldiers are precious, and he understands these reasons. Since the emperor is useless, he naturally has to support the weight of this mortal world. Now and in the future, even if the disaster falls from the sky, it will not destroy everything. .

After waiting for a stick of incense, I asked the servant. After the servant asked, he said that he needed to wait a little longer before asking again, but the servant faltered and said that something might have happened.

But the officers and soldiers of the Western Capital had checked the customs clearance book, and the person who had seen the mirage actually rode his horse to the west. There was no city in the west, just rugged mountain roads, and the Xiongguan Yanshan Mountain at the end of the lofty mountains.

After leaving the customs, it is the great desert.

Xia Guang squinted his eyes, but he was still not sleepy. Looking sideways, the lights in Sister Huang's room had been turned off, and outside the courtyard, the man who was jokingly called a gourd was still holding the shield on his back.

Xia Guangyang said: "Zhao Hulu, go back to sleep, it's very cold in the mountain city at night."

"It's all right, subordinate."

"Let's go back."

Xia Guang's voice was filled with a gentle smile, "It's only when you really fight that you have strength."

Zhao Hulu didn't say any more, and said in a deep voice, "Yes!"

Then he left, but he ordered his subordinates to strictly guard all the checkpoints leading to this small courtyard, and they would work in two shifts in the first and second nights, so there would be no mistakes.

When the gourd left, Xia Guang stretched out his hand, and Fang Tian's painted halberd leaning against the wall in the distance flew towards him quickly.

Holding the heavy weapon with both hands, Xia Guang didn't move it immediately.

He was lost in thought.

Because of his compatibility, he has been unable to break through these technical skills for a long time. Regardless of sword skills, knife skills, and halberd skills, everything is stuck on the ninth floor.

Affinity is nothing more than heart.

If the heart is not in harmony, one can become proficient, but not complete.

Even if the sword is drawn ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, some people still hesitate, while others can cut it like a light.

It's not because you don't work hard, don't work hard, don't sweat, but because.

People's hearts!

"What is my heart?"

Xia Guang sat cross-legged under the full moon tonight, Fang Tian drew his halberd and pointed it straight at the sky. He was thinking, even thinking about the less intense fight with Fang Baishi during the day.

There is no answer.

Even if there is, it is just a hypothetical feeling in the heart, which cannot stand the test.

"Maybe, I should create my own moves."

On a moonlit night, among the dead leaves, in the light and shadow, the quiet voice seems to have awakened.

(End of this chapter)