The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 91 Massacre
Seeing all the changes in her expression, Qingxuan smiled lightly and said: "Sit down, I'll treat you to a good meal before leaving."

"Ah."

He responded, and sat obediently in the flowerbed, the strange feeling completely disappeared, looking at him with clear and bright eyes, the threatening chill had completely faded away.

Use a flint to set up a fire, pour the collected dew into the pot, and put in the prepared seasonings. After about half an hour, the fragrant pheasant and mushroom soup is ready.

Today, Xiao Longnv was not as cautious as yesterday, she tasted the bowl and chopsticks happily.

"Is it tasty?"

"Well, it's delicious."

Ever since she ate the chicken soup cooked by Qingxuan yesterday, she has completely fallen in love with the taste.

Xiao Longnu ate very light food in the Ancient Tomb Pie, and it was all vegetarian, and what she drank was honey. To her, this kind of clear soup with various ingredients and high-priced soup base was simply the most delicious thing in the world.

Seeing that she no longer had any resistance to him, a triumphant smile flashed across Qingxuan's eyes.

After nearly half an hour, after lunch, Qingxuan packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"When will you come back?"

The soft and cold voice came to my ears, it was no longer the obvious coldness at the beginning, but now it was more gentle.

"As short as half a year."

Watching his leaving back, Xiao Longnu stood under the tree with her long sword in her arms. Now that he's gone, she won't be able to eat such delicious food, right?

When he comes back, let him cook some more for me.

The plot has not yet started, and Xiaolongnv has never had any contact with men since she was a child. After getting to know Qingxuan, her personality that has been frozen for many years has begun to melt.

The hazy feeling has been born, maybe she hasn't noticed it yet, now it just needs time to ferment.

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After leaving the ancient tomb, Qingxuan stood on the boulder and looked towards the direction of the back mountain. Although he was a little bit reluctant, he still had things to deal with, so naturally he couldn't keep guarding.

Thinking of this, he retracted his gaze, jumped off the boulder, turned around and left.

Leaving the Ancient Tomb Sect, he restrained his breath and passed through Quanzhen Sect without attracting anyone's attention.

Not to mention the disciples of the Quanzhen sect, even the head of the school, Ma Yu, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to reveal his aura and hides in the dark, the latter will hardly be able to detect it.

Quietly leaving Quanzhen Sect, Qingxuan dressed in white and embarked on the journey to the Sword Tomb.

Dugu Qiubai, who calls himself "Sword Demon", is invincible in the world, and the latter is mysterious. No one knows what kind of life experience, past, and experience he has.

However, as a prophet, he certainly knows some information that others do not know.

Lie Ru Dugu Qiubai lived in seclusion, and made the eagle his friend. After his death, he left a sword tomb, which is located in the valley outside Xiangyang City.

Starting from Quanzhen Sect, if you take the mountain road, you need a month's journey to reach Xiangyang, and if you take the waterway, it only takes half a month.

With his character, it is naturally impossible to seek far away.

After performing Treading Snow Wuhen for about half an hour, a clear river came into view.

According to the marks on the map, this river is a branch, and the direct end is the Han River outside Xiangyang City.

There are no boats in such a remote place, Qingxuan glanced around, and casually slapped the palm, and the transparent palm force shot out quickly.

"Oh!"

Immediately, with a cracking sound, a tree on the river bank was cut off, and half of its branches fell into the river.

A smile appeared on Qingxuan's face, and with a wave of his sleeves, the thick tree trunk was already floating on the water.

As soon as the footsteps were stepped, the figure rose up and landed on the branches, and the river converged towards the Han River. With just a little inspiration from the spiritual energy, the branches slid on the water at an extremely fast speed, and quickly slid towards the Han River.

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One week later, in the early morning, a thick tree pole floated on the water, and a young man stood on it.

The young man was dressed in white, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, as rich as jade, with a faint smile on his face, no flaws could be picked out in terms of appearance, with a sword hanging around his waist, his temperament was dusty, unrestrained and unrestrained like a fairy.

Going down along the river, with smooth wind and flowing water, and inspired by spiritual energy, it only took a week to reach the end of the river.

The Han River is wide open, with clear water for a day, and the river scenery is particularly beautiful.

Qingxuan was already tired of seeing the scenery along the way, his gaze turned to the left, and he could clearly see that there was a town a thousand meters away.

"That should be Xiangyang, right?"

The river passed through Xiangyang City and merged into the Han River. Along the way, he saw many villages. Calculated according to the time, it was time to arrive in Xiangyang.

Thinking of this, with the help of his toes lightly on the tree pole, the figure rose up and appeared on the shore in a blink of an eye.

The map obtained from the Quanzhen Sect only marked a simple route and the location of Xiangyang, and it was naturally impossible to mark the valley on it.

In other words, if you want to find Dugu Qiubai's Jianzhong, you can only rely on luck.

"It seems that I can only find it slowly."

Behind is Xiangyang City, where Qingxuan stood was a large open space, on which there were still wreckage left by the war, as well as discarded armor, and there was a faint smell of blood that lingered in the air for a long time.

His gaze swept around, fortunately, the Han River was on the right side, and although there was a valley on the opposite side, Qingxuan directly ruled out this possibility, and fixed his gaze on the left side.

Thinking of this, he tapped his toes, and the figure swept towards the mountain forest on the left like a ghost.

For about half an hour, Qingxuan raised his eyes slightly, frowned, and narrowed his eyes.

I saw thick smoke billowing ahead, and through the gaps in the forest, some flames could be seen faintly. The resounding neighing of horses was mixed with shrill screams and cries, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Could it be..."

A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, he tapped his toes, and the figure flew forward.

In just over ten seconds, rushing out of the luxuriant forest, a small remote village came into view.

The thatched huts in the village have been engulfed by ferocious flames. Dozens of corpses lie in pools of blood with severed limbs everywhere. Most of them are old people and men, and their deaths are miserable.

His eyes glanced around in front of the village, and there were only eleven Mongolian soldiers in total, and one was riding on horseback with a long gun, so he should be the leader.

At this time, the one-sided massacre was over. The Mongolian soldiers took off their armor, pressed the women in the village to the ground, tore their clothes, and laughed wildly amidst the women's cries.

Seeing this, Qingxuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the heart of his palm was filled with energy, and he casually slapped the head of the nearest Mongolian soldier.

"Oh!"

In an instant, the head of the Mongolian soldier who was pressing the village woman under him exploded like a watermelon, and blood mixed with white slurry was sprinkled all over the ground.

Covered in blood, the woman seemed numb, weeping, trembling while hugging her body.

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