Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 57 Laughing and going out, my generation is Penghao people!
At this time, there was no sound in Dagan Palace.

The dust dissipated, and the stone roads within a radius of tens of feet were smashed to pieces by Ji Qiu and Su Chilong.

At this moment, the body with its head bent and bleeding profusely fell to the ground slowly.

Su Chilong, a generation of giants in the rivers and lakes, is almost comparable to the myth of martial arts.

But today, it ushered in the end.

The body of the boy in white swayed a little.

Now his whole body is full of mess and blood, and he is no longer as vigorous and spotless as when he came here.

But even with this blood-like appearance in white clothes, the army of the Habayashi guards was still trembling, not daring to make any changes.

After all, just now, it was this young man in the prime of his youth who personally beheaded a generation of martial arts myths!

And Emperor Qian in the rear even retreated several steps, his face pale as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't expect that Su Chilong, the ancestor of Dagan Township and King of Jin, would be defeated just like that.

Emperor Qian lived for most of his life, and this time was the closest he was to the crisis of death.

All this happened so fast that his mind couldn't help but go blank.

"Escort. Escort quickly!"

Holding the Tianzi Sword at his waist, Emperor Qian shouted in fear.

But the guards who swarmed around him and surrounded him couldn't alleviate the slightest sense of fear in his heart.

Because that boy is too scary.

But even so, he did not avoid Ji Qiu's eyes.

With the help of the last remnant aura in his body, Ji Qiu looked at Emperor Qian who looked like a soldier, and couldn't help chuckling, exhaling like thunder, which shocked Emperor Qian's heart:
"Your Majesty, look at my sword, is it sharp?"

After saying that, the young man stretched out his arms, and the long sword spanned a long distance in an instant, turning into a sword light that dragged a blue light, and only heard the sound of '嗖', and the crown on the head of the Emperor Qian was broken in response!

pat!

The crown fell, and the scattered beads rolled to the ground.

The majestic emperor, just hearing the chuckle from the distant figure, his head felt instantly chilled.

"what!"

When the sword light passed by, Emperor Qian couldn't help but fell to the ground. A generation of people in charge of the royal power lost all face!

"The power of kingship in the mortal world is just like wind and sand, passing by like a passing cloud."

"Your Majesty, Su Chilong, the ancestor of Er Dagan, has killed countless evils all over his body, and practiced the Demon Swallowing Art. Death is not a pity!"

"Today I used all kinds of means to remove it, in order to eliminate the scourge for this world, even if you are angry in your heart, you must endure it."

"Otherwise, the sword just now would not have cut off your crown."

The Qinghong sword circled vertically and horizontally, but returned to Ji Qiu's sheath in a short while.

Holding on to the hilt of the sword, watching the emperor lost his composure, and Wanjun bowed his head, the white-clothed boy felt that the dantian meridians were almost useless, finally heaved a long sigh, and softly chanted:
"In the eight hundred and autumn years since I became Taoist, I have never taken a human head with a flying sword."

"The Jade Emperor has not yet had a celestial talisman, and the black gold is in the world!"

Back then, when I first met the poem of Chunyang Sword Immortal, I couldn't help being fascinated, what kind of charm should the so-called immortal god look like?

Although today I only got a glimpse of the late stage of Qi refining, but this immortal way is vast, and I still have to see it after all.

The memory of the previous life appeared frequently, like a revolving lantern.

Sitting and meditating, reciting Buddhist scriptures, in a daze, and finally passed away with regret.
But now, he has made up for all the regrets in his life, and even stood on the top of this ordinary mountain, seeing many, many different scenery!

It turns out that the rivers and lakes and the world can still be like this!

With the sword and pride, the kingship is just a joke.

Fortunately, fortunately!

After saying that, the young man's eyes were clear, and with a long laugh, he strode away from the Daqian Palace!
No one stops, and no one dares to stop.

Looking up to the sky and laughing loudly, go out, am I from Penghao?
The years are long, and the history is clear.

Maybe after years or another hundred years.

According to legend, there is also a young monk named Zhenru in the lineage of Xuankong Temple. He has practiced Zen and martial arts for ten years.
If this cannot establish the myth of martial arts, how can this world
Who else can match? !
Outside the dry capital, Huai River.

There is a woman in red, standing by the river, with a figure like a sculpture, looking at Qiandu in the distance.

The sun is gradually setting, and the afterglow of the evening falls, sprinkled on the hem of her skirt.

Set off by the sunset glow, the red dress is like a fairy, she is the fairy of that day palace, I'm afraid it's just like that.

She is here, waiting for a long time.

Waited from noon to dusk.

Finally, when the woman showed hesitation on her face and her eyes were filled with confusion.

In the distance, there was a figure in blood-stained white clothes, slowly looking for it along the aura left along the way.

See this figure.

Su Qixiu's originally steady breathing suddenly became rapid.

Tears welled up in a pair of radiant brown eyes.

The one she wants to wait for.

After all, it's time to wait.

Whoa!

The waters of the Huaihe River caused waves.

The autumn wind picked it up, blowing the dead branches and fallen leaves, and slowly blowing away the red ribbon that was not too tight on the girl in red.

Once the three thousand blue threads were scattered, and the black hair was scattered behind him, the boy in the distance had also arrived.

Looking at Ji Qiu covered in blood, the girl choked up.

Without her, how could the little monk be here!
"sorry."

Su Qixiu's body trembled slightly.

But to this, Ji Qiu responded with a smile:

"Why do you apologize?"

"Since I have promised you, I will go no matter the ends of the earth, mountains of swords and seas of fire."

"It's my choice, and I'm happy with it."

Raising his hand, he twisted up the silk ribbon that was slowly falling, and then Ji Qiu stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the black hair of the girl in red, and after smoothing it out gently, he tied it up jerky.

"Let's go."

"From now on, no one in the Dagan Palace will be able to embarrass you anymore."

Ji Qiu held the catkin of the girl in front of him, and said solemnly:

"By the way, now I have returned to the vulgar, and the vulgar name is Ji Qiu."

"Don't call me little monk, Miss Xiu."

Under the setting sun, the boy smiled shyly.

Only in front of this girl in red, Ji Qiu would show this face.

After all, regardless of the imitation and reincarnation, his real body is just a normal boy.

"That won't work, a little monk is a little monk."

"How others call you is their business."

"But in my eyes, you are a little monk."

"Just my little monk."

"It's just like me, and it's just your show girl."

Regarding this, Su Qixiu seriously shook her head, then wiped away her tears and smiled.

After hearing these words, Ji Qiu was startled, an incomparable throbbing slowly rose in his heart.

This girl is worth cherishing.

his current physical condition
Ji Qiu smiled softly and did not answer, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He might not be able to accompany Su Qixiu for a few years.

The secret method of piercing the sea is almost a life-burning technique, and Su Chilong's cultivation is really extraordinary, Ji Qiu was almost on the verge of exhaustion before solving it.

Therefore, given his current physical condition, even if he had spiritual energy to maintain it, it would be impossible.
At the end of the day.

But Ji Qiu didn't tell Su Qixiu.

Facing Su Qixiu's stubbornness, he just followed her words and said gently:
"Okay, then I'll just be your little monk."

"Let's go."

"When I completely eliminate the yin energy accumulated in your body, then I will be able to guide you into the path of refining qi."

"With Axiu's Taoist body, there will definitely be a place for you on the road to immortality in the future."

"Maybe after a long time, time has passed, and today's hero who saves the beauty will be replaced by a beauty who saves the hero!"

Facing the rising sun, the blood-stained boy smiled and groaned.

Accompanied by the girl, he followed the sunset all the way to the end of the road.

This situation is like a picture scroll.

As if in a dream.

(The first volume will end tomorrow. I came from a cool writing background, so I don’t know how to abuse the master. As for how to deal with it, I will know it later, so I won’t spoil it.)
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