Love in Xuancheng

I felt a dark shadow flash in front of me. The emperor had reached behind Feng moye, raised his hand into a knife, and quickly cut off the back of his neck while he was unprepared.

The wind Mo Xie's body softened and fainted.

"Step back!"

Mixed with the sound of strong internal force, he hit his head coldly and woke up a group of guards who killed red eyes.

One by one, they kept silent, put away their weapons, and the wind blew at their feet. They retreated cleanly, taking away the bodies on the ground, and dared not leave any.

In front of the open hall, except for Haoxi father and son, there was only a pool of blood on the ground.

He picked up his unconscious son in his arms, whirled and jumped, landed steadily on the back of the black eagle hovering over the hall, and disappeared over the palace in an instant.

The mountains fell heavily, and the deeper they flew, the stronger their aura became.

From a distance, I saw a faint red light flashing from a mountain shrouded in thick fog in front of me, and Hao Xi couldn't help recalling the corners of his lips.

"Shang'er, it's coming. Hold on!"

"Wan Zhong, speed up!"

Hearing the master's command, the black eagle stretched out its neck, gave a long cry, waved its huge and powerful wings and rushed forward like an arrow.

Mirror area Xuanmen

"I've seen the emperor. My master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."

The young man in White said respectfully and politely, and took the first step to lead the way.

Hao Xi followed the boy in white with his unconscious son with blood stains on his face and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

Qingxu Hall

Outside the hall, an old man with snow-white hair and fairy demeanor stood with his hands behind his back. His white robe was windless, his eyes were bright, his eyebrows were slightly locked, and his face looked thoughtful.

"Master, bring the guests." the young man in white bowed.

The old man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the young man in white. His face was slightly unhappy. He said coldly, "well, go down."

Then, ignoring Hao Xi, he turned around and entered the hall.

The young man in white frowned slightly, bowed to the old man again and left.

Hao Xi followed the old man into the hall without asking him. He gently put Feng moye on the long couch near the window and adjusted his appearance. Then he came to the old man.

"Master, master, you are peaceful and blessed!" Hao Xi bowed his head and bowed his body in a gentle and respectful manner.

"Get up!"

The old man's voice was light and could not hear his happiness and anger. He turned his hand back to the emperor and didn't turn around.

"Thank you, master!"

Hao Xi slowly straightened up, slightly lowered his head and didn't speak again.

The hall suddenly fell into silence.

After about two cups of tea, the old man turned slowly, squinted at the silent Hao seal and said, "have you decided?"

"Yes!" Hao Xi's eyes were clear and returned crisp.

"He's not three thousand years old. How can you bear it?"

"Can't bear it, what can I do? Lan'er... There's no time!" at the mention of Lan'er, Hao Xi's iceberg like face broke instantly, full of love in tenderness.

The old man closed his eyes slightly and sighed deeply.

"That's all -- you go and let go. Xiao liushang can rest assured that he will be taken care of by the teacher."

"Thank you, master longen!" Hao Xi lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowing to thank you.

"Emperor, get up and talk!" the old man angrily stretched out his hand to help him.

"No matter the emperor or the seal, I will always be the disciple of the master here!"

"Well, well, I didn't learn anything else after going down the mountain. I was smooth... I learned ten percent." the old man's face, which had been stretched all the time, suddenly smiled and joked.