I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 339 Chapter 343 I'm Not in a Hurry (2 More)
Foggy Mountain Town.

The nearest town outside Qianfeng was in the Zhou Dynasty.

At night, the five-meter-high city wall and sporadic battlements showed their heads, and many county guards hid in the corners of the wall and slept soundly.

From the flat ground in the distance, a figure leaps up.

It was a woman in coarse clothes.

Landing on the city wall, she looked at the county soldier sitting in the corner sleeping soundly, a desire appeared on her face, and a bloodthirsty desire rose in her heart.

She walked in silently, lowered her head, opened her small cherry mouth on her small face.

The invisible power drawn.

The county soldier's head was lifted up, and white light oozes out from the seven orifices, like gas.

The ghost-like woman touched her lips, and the county soldier in the corner was dead and dead.

She floated down.

Boundlessly immersed in the streets, walking in the streets and alleys, sitting quietly on a certain wall, as if waiting for something.

Gu Ying, Yue Sha.

A little quiet.

The dangling feet are on the edge of the fence.

In the middle of the night, a dark shadow appeared in the sky, covering the woman's head.

An illusory ghost appeared in the sky, met the woman's eyes, and almost simultaneously, one person and one ghost servant stretched out their palms together.

One hand is white and delicate, and the other hand should be said to be a claw, a green-skinned ghost claw.

"So it's his daughter?"

Afterwards, the woman opened her mouth and spat out, the pearls of white light, the extremely condensed vitality, just came out of her mouth, and the small grass sprouts in the cracks of the wall that were slightly closer grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light bead sank into the ghost's claw, and the ghost servant left and disappeared into the night sky.

And the next day, there was a woman who sold her body to bury her father at the intersection, a delicate and beautiful woman with a tragic death.

That is a beauty.

However, the people on the street were as if they were blind, and none of them saw the beautiful woman in need of help.

Pedestrians walked past talking and laughing.

Not long after, a carriage drove up the street.

Inside the carriage was the sound of Yingying Yanyan's coquettish laughter.

"My father suddenly fell ill, and my daughter is unable to bury her father. I beg all of you kind-hearted people to do me a favor. As long as I can bury my father, my daughter is willing to be a cow or a horse, a slave or a handmaid."

A voice like an oriole.

As if to arouse the deepest pity in the heart, the carriage was stopped, the curtain was drawn, and there was an equally beautiful young woman.

"Sell yourself to bury your father?"

She looked at the wooden sign next to her and read the words on it.

Immediately, she met a pair of deep eyes, as if she could speak, and her face was so charming that people couldn't help but feel pity when they saw it.

"What a beautiful woman."

Her eyes only saw pity.

"what's your name?"

I don't know how many times I have mended the simple clothes.

"The little girl is called Wen Yuanyuan."

"I bought it, Qiu Ju."

A maid came down from the carriage, and two passers-by dressed as men not far away seemed to be there, and they vaguely protected Qiu Ju who got off the carriage.

"Come with me."

After a while, with the help of two men, the four of them went to deal with the funeral with one dead body.

thousand peaks.

The beautiful scenery of the past is no longer, and many places are devastated.

The sky was shrouded in battle formations, which never dissipated for a long time.

Four hell gates stood in the direction of Yunmeng Lake. They were not big, like normal gates. At the same time, thick black mist enveloped the vast lake and covered the inside.

Seven days have passed.

A sarcophagus flew out of the black mist, and there was a small stone door on the coffin lid, which looked very much like the gate of Yama.

It's just that this door seems to be illusion and real, and there is a charm of true energy on it.

"Send it back to Longshou Mountain."

A word was passed out, and then there were no other instructions.

Mrs. Yinlong had a smile on her face, and her eyes turned on the faces of Yu Chongzi, Jing Huan and Jing Nan, who were lucky enough to survive.

"Everyone, why not come to Beijing with me, the Nine Patriarchs of Longshou Mountain are looking forward to meeting you."

Yu Chongzi didn't seem to pay much attention to Mrs. Yinlong's words, his eyes were dull, and he glanced at Jing Huan and Jing Nan.

"You are all saintesses of Xueheng Mountain, I will listen to you even with my old bones."

After finishing speaking, he immediately fell silent.

The death of Yuhengzi, the cruelty of Holy Master Xueheng, and the previous battle of Xueheng Mountain Classic, many disciples were lost. It can be said that the ancient holy sect has lost.

Accompanying it also made Yu Chongzi, who regarded Xue Hengshan's honor as his lifelong pursuit, his heart died.

Now the only thing I want is to see that Xueheng Mountain is still passed on.

"Sister."

Jing Huan stretched out her hand to let Jing Nan decide.

"Well, I also want to go to Longshou Mountain."

After a lot of preparation, a group of people set out on the road.

On the edge of Qianfeng's boundary, Li Ye unscrupulously revealed his real body, crossing the forest and over the mountain, at a very fast speed, he came to a mountain top in a blink of an eye, leaped, and the fierce sword light pierced the air.

The cut off mountain top rolled down from the mountain with a bang.

Li Ye walked up to the top of the mountain with big feet, lying on the mountain without fear of the dirt.

Slowly, the sound of breathing became louder and louder, as if it was connected with the earth's veins.

Taotie's phantom appeared, and he opened his mouth to spit out, coming in but not coming out.

There are faint signs of wind and sand in the outermost part of the huge mountain.

This recumbency is one year.

Li Ye didn't come out from the mountain until the battle that had enveloped Qianfeng for a year dissipated.

Click.

I haven't moved for a long time, and my body feels a little rusty.

Following his ancestor, Li Ye returned to Yujing.

After nearly three years of absence, Yu Jing still hasn't changed, it's still so prosperous and lively.

A long time away is better than a newlywed.

Nested in the mansion, Li Ye never took a step outside the mansion.

Bask in the sun in your spare time, the fence under the slanting sun, the autumn wind is rustling, the vines are spreading on the fence shelf, and fresh grapes are hanging under the green leaves.

The rocking chair swayed, and the beautiful maid beside her was fanning, and the breeze was blowing.

Crunch, crunch.

In Li Ye's hand, he held a secret book collected from the Holy Lord Xueheng, "The Artifact Book · Jishen Chapter".

It tells how to use true energy to extract spiritual power, and more spiritual power to quench true energy, true meaning, and blood energy. It involves the connection of various energies, so as to refine the "spiritual engraving pattern".

Focus on soldiers, conceive and nourish with true energy, so that one or more bursts can form an incarnation of true energy.

Of course, this method is not without limitations, it is only suitable for weapons above treasure soldiers, and at the same time the amount of true energy contained is also affected by the quality of the weapon.

"Sure enough, people's wisdom should not be underestimated. They actually came up with this method of using zhenqi."

Li Ye muttered softly.

Except for a pair of big pants, his body was almost naked, a small flame rose from his limbs, and the firepower from the sun's rays continuously gathered around him, making the nearby light dim.

"what!"

He opened his mouth, and the maid handed him a grape.

This is the life a prince should live.

It's just that he felt refreshed, but Feng Yang remained silent, sitting on the side, giving up the central position.

The older queen mother is Li Ye's biological mother.

She rubbed the tip of her eyebrows.

Standing next to Fengyang is an imperial doctor, feeling Fengyang's pulse.

"How about it?"

When the queen mother saw that the imperial doctor had finished taking the pulse, she hurriedly opened her mouth to ask.

"Back to the Queen Mother, this matter cannot be forced, not yet."

The queen mother didn't hear other words, only heard the word "Wei", showing a burst of disappointment.

"Fengyang, it's not that the queen mother is forcing you, but you have to be more aggressive. In fact, I'm not in a hurry, but Ye'er's two older brothers can run away. As a younger brother, it's a bit slow, but you have to hurry up.

I'm really not urging you, there are three types of unfilial piety, the worst is having no descendants. "

Then, her eyes revealed a longing to glance at Fengyang's belly.

This kind of behavior and these words left Ying Fengyang speechless.

What is not to urge, what is not to be in a hurry, this is not obviously ironic.

"Queen, I will prepare some potions for the princess when I go back."

The imperial doctor said.

The queen mother nodded with a smile, and couldn't help but glance at Ying Fengyang's belly.

(End of this chapter)