Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 152 Brother, Let's Join Forces!

The first break of the shower, the remaining Dao Dharma drifted down and dissipated into the air.

Xia Houchun's flat voice fell, and the lingering sound lingered.

The streets and lanes were dead silent.

The floating light in Tianxin's hand flickered, and the vibrato of 'Tianxinling' lingered in his ears, and his gestures became more and more intense.

Murong Yan pursed his lips and said nothing, the masked man raised his eyes, and the 'Blood Plum' was half out of its sheath in his hand.

Shen Guangyin narrowed his eyes, wondering whether he should fight or leave.

The raging Taoist flying sword cut off all the snow and frost, and also froze the spring and vitality.

Only a gloomy silence remained.

The winter sparrow, which had sneaked out of the warm nest, subconsciously glanced at the two of them, as if sensing an unusually dignified atmosphere. After rolling its small eyes, it gritted its teeth and stomped its paws, saying that it would not be looking for food today. Take a day off.

The new Jin Wang Xia Hourong, who was inherited from Wangdai, took a deep look at him, then turned and left with a flick of his brocade robe.

As for Tianxin and others who were facing the enemy, he turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye.

Xia Houchun drew down the curtain and exhaled lightly.

His figure swayed, and he fell down on the snow with a plop.

There was a gurgling sound, and he looked down at his stomach.

A chi-sized gap emerged, and scarlet blood flowed out like a runoff.

The skirt of the lower body was stained in the breath.

The white snow was stained with red frost, the green blade was stabbed upside down, blood drops dripped from the blood-red sword body, and fell silently into the snowdrift.

Murong Yan's eyes relaxed on the street Baizhang away, and with a flick of his figure, he flew to Xia Houchun's side.

Tian Xin and others emerged one after another, all looking at the tall figure who gradually disappeared inside the mansion gate with complicated eyes.

Shen Guangyin's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that it was indeed the existence of Lianying. If he had expected well, the opponent only used [-]% of his strength just now, otherwise the prince would undoubtedly die.

"come in."

A flat voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Xia Houchun was bleeding, sat cross-legged, and quickly tapped acupoints to stop the bleeding.

Murong Yan hurriedly applied medicine to heal his wounds, Xia Houchun forced a smile, and said in a shy voice: "The late stage of baby refining."

Tianxin, who was on guard, glanced at him, and said with a puckered mouth, "Then you still dare to stroke the tiger's beard!"

Shen Guangyin glanced at the guards and masters of the palace who kept coming, he looked hesitant, and shouted: "Your Highness?"

Xia Houchun's pale face turned slightly better, and he said slowly: "Follow me into the mansion."

Tian Xin narrowed her eyes, "Are you really not afraid of death?"

Xia Houchun smiled, patted the snow on his buttocks, put away the Nanke sword and Shan Jianqing, stared at the ferocious stone lion in front of the mansion in front of him, and said softly: "If he really wants to take my life, I'm afraid we'll still have to kill him." Before entering the city, his head was cut off."

Murong Yan and others were silent.

He adjusted his clothes slightly, patted the brocade robe lightly, surrounded by King Jin's guards, Xia Houchun, Murong Yan and others formally stepped into King Jin's mansion.

However, after jumping over the relief screen wall, a young man in a brocade robe came into view.

Gentle and elegant, handsome and gentle.

He clasped his fists with a smile, "The humble Xiahoumo has met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Xiahoumo, the sixth son of Xiahourong, a member of the Shumai clan, became famous at a young age, with outstanding Taoist talent, he was accepted by the current head of Qingyang Palace in Xichuan as his true biography.

According to the agreement between Taizu and Xuanzong's three generations of teachers, if Xiahou's disciples have the talent for Taoism, they can choose to worship together, so it is not surprising that they have Taoism.

But what is really worth pondering is the identity of the heir of King Jin.

Only ranked sixth, but was designated as the heir of the Jinzhou Prince's Mansion by default.

And still as a bastard.

The strangeness is self-evident.

Seeing this ruthless person, Xia Houchun's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelids twitched.

In his memory, among the Xiahou clan's sons, this one can be said to be the one who interpreted 'ruthless and merciless' most vividly.

The reason why this person can be established as a "little son" is naturally not because of Xia Hourong's favor, but because of one word - kill.

Others don't know, but Xia Houchun knows all too well that this ruthless man personally slaughtered his five brothers when the old prince Xia Houxu and Xia Hourong were hunting in order to compete for the qualification of the next "hereditary replacement".

Including more than ten nephews of the first line, all of them were killed by him.

In the end, he twisted twenty ferocious heads, walked up to the old prince Xia Houxu, and said: Now I am the only one left in the Prince Jin's mansion. Now you can either kill me and let our family have no descendants, or make me your heir. choose one.

I heard that the old prince Xia Houxu had a convulsion on the spot.

Xia Hourong even went into a rage and whipped Xia Houmo with two hundred iron whips.

And that year, he was only fifteen.

Such a shocking murder case naturally shocked the Demon Prison of Dajing Town, but in the end Emperor Jing suppressed it. Although Xia Houxu and Xia Hourong were severely reprimanded and punished for their incompetence in teaching their children afterwards, the love for Xia Houmo was naturally difficult to conceal.

As for Xiahoumo's result, he was exiled for three thousand miles.

I went to Qingyang Palace to cultivate immortals.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the reason why this master is not dead is that apart from the helplessness of Xia Hourong and his son, there is also a little protection of Emperor Jing.

Because Xia Houmo had made friends with Xia Houchun.

In other words, the predecessor Xia Houchun was Xia Houmo's only friend.

After all, who doesn't like a stupid prince.

But it is undeniable that this friendship is still there.

"Brother Chun, don't come here unharmed."

A warm word brought Xia Houchun back to reality.

He looked at Xiahoumo who had a gentle smile, and he also had a bright smile on his face, "Brother Wang, please stay safe."

Xia Houmo smiled, and stretched out his hand to invite, "The old man is waiting in the inner hall, let's go."

Xia Houchun let out a sigh, and stood side by side with Xia Houchun.

Tianxin and the others were dozens of steps behind, Tianxin's eyes were full of emotion, and he said in a low voice: "Gentle and refined, with refined manners and good conversation, is this son of Jin Wang a successor of Confucianism and Taoism?"

Murong Yan squinted at her, as if she was being silly.

Tian Xin frowned slightly, seemingly displeased, "Why, could I be wrong?"

The masked man hesitated for a moment, gathered his voice into a thread, and mentioned the "record" of His Royal Highness in the past, Tianxin's eyelids twitched when he heard it.

The thin lips pursed and pursed, opened and opened again, unable to speak for a long time.

At this moment, the warm sun was shining for the first time, making people feel warm.

But she felt cold all over, almost suffocating.

At this time, the conversation between the two clan brothers Xia Houchun also gradually spread.

"Miss Jing is missing?"

Xia Houchun paused, bowed his head and said, "I'm the one who caused her trouble."

Xia Houmo waved his hand and said, "No problem, I have sent the Blood God Guard south."

At this time, a guard approached and presented a jade plate.

There seemed to be something foreign on the plate, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Xia Houmo smiled and pointed at the jade plate, "I heard that you were attacked and killed by a mayfly, so I sent someone to cut off the arm of a mayfly ghost king in the territory of Jinzhou. This is my brother's kindness."

The guard lifted the red cloth, revealing half of his arm.

In an instant, the fishy smell entered the nose and rushed into the heart and lungs.

The hall was completely silent.

Mayfly is a killer organization that runs across the countries. They have always made trouble for others, and when have they been troubled by others.

But with this Jinzhou prince, the halberd fell into the sand several times.

And the title 'King of Ghosts' represents the existence of refining infants.

Cutting off the arm of a refining infant was actually said so lightly.

Even Xia Houchun was completely speechless.

Behind them, Tian Xin and Murong Yan stood stiffly on the spot, their whole bodies were cold.

Looking at the prince of the royal family with a warm smile on his face, he was like a devil.

Xia Houmo didn't care, he patted Xia Houchun on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The people of my Xiahou clan, except ourselves, have no right to kill anyone."

Looking at the half of the arm, Xia Houchun secretly breathed out, turned his head and said: "This ceremony is too heavy."

Xia Houmo smiled, stood with his sleeves up, raised his eyes, and changed the subject, "What are you going to do with that old hag in Taikang?"

Xia Houchun was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's not the time yet."

Xia Houmo frowned slightly, turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: "If you can't afford this family property, you can leave it to me, but if you let me know that you gave it to an outsider, I will go crazy."

The corner of Xia Houchun's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "I can't raise my troops now, can I?"

"Just the crooked melons and split dates in my hands, I'm afraid they will be killed before they reach Taikang."

Xiahou Mo laughed loudly.

After laughing, he waved his hand.

There was a blur of shadows all around, and it seemed that more than ten tyrannical air mechanisms emerged one after another.

He was full of pride, "Brother Chun, what do you need, just ask, brother, I have no other skills, and the ability to prodigal is barely enough."

He pointed around, "Here, there are 20 half-step infant refiners here, and I can lend you any of them. I can even invite two or three infant refiners."

Xia Houchun's heart shuddered, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xia Houmo turned his head to look at him again, and said with a smile: "There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers outside the city, all of whom are warriors with hundreds of battles, is it enough?"

The cold and arrogant ruthless fairy Tianxin choked for breath, while Murongyan, the orphan of Southern Chu, lowered her eyes and remained silent.

And Shen Guangyin, who had always been calm and aloof, trembled even more, fearing that he would be targeted by that prince.

As for the 'Blood Plum' held tightly in the masked man's hand, it was gloomy and icy cold.

power.

For the first time they grasp the true meaning of the word.

Even the existence of Lianying, who is aloof and superior, has become rotten meat on the plate.

What else can threaten 'power'?
Perhaps, only the legendary Taoist powers can ignore this heavy threat.

They all looked at the slightly younger figure.

If this is the case for a son of a vassal prince, what about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Jing Kingdom?
Also, in the face of this 'power' at his fingertips, would he make such a choice?

Looking at half of the arm in the plate, Xia Houchun remained silent.

The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deep it is.

The dead leaves fell and fell on the thick frost and snow.

But it was silent.

After a long time, Xia Houchun looked up at Xia Houmo with a gentle tone:
"Brother Wang, is it because if I don't agree, I can't get out of here?"

(End of this chapter)