Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 270

  Chapter 270 Great gift

  The City Lord's Mansion.

  Princess Zhao Nanxu reversed her superior attitude in the past, and put on a plain dress to cover up her innate wealth.

  Hot water, cooking tea, pouring tea, dividing tea...

  Her movements are methodical, smooth and free, with a special rhythm.

   Even aesthetics.

   "Senior."

  Holding the saucer lightly, Zhao Nanxu respectfully said:

   "Tea, please."

   "The princess has broken the old man." Ouyang Su stroked his beard and said:

   "How can this old man have the honor to taste the tea brewed by the princess himself."

   As he spoke, he took the teacup and sniffed lightly:

   "Good tea!"

   "It's good tea." Zhao Nanxu pursed his lips and chuckled:

   "This is the spiritual tea carefully selected by the city lord. If you are lucky, it should be Nan Xu's luck, to be able to sit and drink with the senior."

  The one in front of you is the Dinghaishenzhen of the Ouyang family.

  He lived to be more than ninety years old. When he was young, he was the top inner guard of the palace, and his strength was unfathomable.

  Black Iron Peak?

  Ouyang Su was already a black iron peak master thirty years ago. Although he was old and frail in the past thirty years, and his body was no longer in peak condition, his spirit became more and more vigorous.

  Sitting opposite, Zhao Nanxu seemed to be facing a ray of cold wind and a bay of clear spring, his eyes were in a trance, but it was difficult to distinguish the other party's true face.

  The strength of the other party's divine essence can actually affect the perception of the black iron powerhouse.

  This person's strength is probably only half a step away from Baiyin, and he deserves to be praised by that person.

pity!

  In Zhao Nanxu's view, this kind of prosperity is more like a flashback. What burns is almost exhausted energy. The old state is already evident, and there is no possibility of further progress.

  The opponent's life is not long!

  Perhaps it was because of this that Ouyang Su went out to meet himself.

   Thoughts turned, Zhao Nanxu looked like this, holding the junior ceremony in front of the other party, without the slightest gesture of titled princess.

  After talking for a while, she took the opportunity to talk about the children of the royal family, and said casually:

   "I heard that senior worked with Seventh Brother?"

  Ouyang Su paused his movements slightly, and the surrounding environment seemed to change accordingly, and a chill quietly covered the ground paved with bluestone.

"good!"

  Nodding his head, Ouyang Su looked solemn:

   "It's a blessing for me to get to know His Highness."

  Different from the polite words before, when talking about His Royal Highness, he bowed his back slightly, his eyes showed humility, and he looked like a loyal domestic slave.

   "Really?" Zhao Nanxu was thoughtful:

   "Seventh brother is quite a bit older than me. When I was young, I often heard elders mentioning him, saying that he is the Qilin of the Zhao family. Seniors might as well tell more about Seventh brother."

   "Your Highness is a man of God, how can you talk nonsense!" Ouyang Su shook his head without hesitation, his eyes full of admiration:

   "When talking about the past and the present, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and martial arts, His Royal Highnesses are all proficient in everything, and I am afraid that only Yanfa in the world can compare with it."

"Do not!"

   "The holy monk of Yanfa is not as good as His Highness!"

   "Huh?" Zhao Nanxu frowned:

   "Is the senior overrated?"

  Who is the holy monk of Yanfa?

  Although it is black iron, it is a teacher of silver.

  The continuation of the Dalin Dynasty is also thanks to this person. The achievements of the holy monks will last forever, but the Seventh Prince is almost unknown to outsiders.

  Although he knows that his seventh brother is very mysterious, how can He De be compared with Yanfa Sage?

   "The princess should have never really met His Highness, otherwise he would definitely not question it." Ouyang Su looked up and smiled lightly:

   "Thinking about it, the princess's trip should also be related to His Highness?"

  Zhao Nanxu was silent.

  Her trip is indeed related to that person.

   "The princess is not young anymore." Ouyang Su lightly stroked his beard:

   "Do you have a crush?"

   "Senior Lao is worried, but Nan Xu is not in a hurry." Zhao Nanxu shook his head.

   "It's time to be in a hurry." Ouyang Su looked down, his eyes seemed to have deep meaning:

   "My Ouyang family's generation has two men of the right age. Although they are not as handsome as the princess, they are still outstanding."

   "There are also Su family and Xiaolang Island, there are young talents, the princess may wish to pay attention to one or two, if you don't leave for the time being, you may as well leave your blood."

  Zhao Nanxu's face darkened.

   "Bold!"

  The woman who had been by her side had been waiting outside. Although she didn't approach her, she could hear both of them clearly.

  Hearing this, his complexion changed drastically, and he shook Ouyang Su violently with his long sleeves.

   Feiyunxiu!

  The woman has an ordinary appearance, but she is like a flying fairy when she makes a move, with colorful embroidery flying around, seemingly soft, but the air she draws ripples.

   It is likely that the fine steel several feet thick will be shattered on the spot if it is drawn by it.

  With a graceful posture, restrained power, and rapid exit, this superior martial art of the black iron realm has reached a state of perfection in the hands of a woman.

   "When you're old, it's a serious matter to talk about marriage." Facing the attack, Ouyang Su's face remained unchanged, and his voice was calm:

   "With the posture of His Highness, why worry about not having someone you like."

   While speaking, he flicked his fingers against the incoming colorful embroidery.

   Flick the thunder!

  The ice thunder exploded, and a smear of hoarfrost spread rapidly along the colorful embroidery, and instantly extended to the woman's body, freezing her into an ice sculpture.

  Although he was not frozen to death, it was difficult to move for a while.

  Zhao Nanxu's face turned cold.

  The woman is a late-stage black iron master, not much weaker than the owner of Xiaolang Island.

  How strong is Ouyang Su?

   And the other party worships Seventh Brother so much.

   "Ouyang Su, what do you want to do?"

  As if thinking of something, she jumped at the table:

   "Rebellion is impossible!"

   "Don't do anything." Ouyang Su withdrew his fingers and said calmly:

   "What is the princess worrying about? If His Highness wants to be emperor, he could have done it thirty years ago, and he will never have an idea now."

   "As long as His Highness is around, the Zhao family will never be in chaos. The princess can rest assured about this."

  After saying this, although he didn't quite believe it, Zhao Nanxu couldn't help but feel relieved.

  What she worries most is family chaos.

  Nowadays, the military and all ethnic groups are eyeing the Zhao family because of the matter of the ancestors. If there is another turmoil within the family, the consequences will be unpredictable.

  But my father once said that the seventh brother is the enemy of the Zhao family, so why?

   One time.

  She couldn't help feeling distraught.

   "Your Highness is concerned about the continuation of the Zhao family's bloodline." Ouyang Su cupped his hands in the direction of the capital, and said seriously:

   "As a servant of His Highness, how can I just sit back and ignore him?"

   "Princess, find someone you like!"

   "You..." Zhao Nanxu opened his eyes wide and looked at each other in disbelief:

   "You're crazy!"

  Holding yourself is to force yourself to marry and give birth to blood?

  This old guy is confused!

"Hey."

  Ouyang Su shook his head:

   "I don't want to be like this, but this is His Highness's order. If the princess doesn't want me to mess with the mandarin ducks, it's better to say a name."

"Well…"

   Having said that, he slowly raised his head, looked at something hovering in the air, and narrowed his eyes:

   "Sword Wing Eagle, I haven't seen it for decades."

   "He's from the royal family!" Zhao Nanxu's face was full of ecstasy:

   "Ouyang Su, I advise you to catch him without a fight."

   "Why should the princess be aggressive." Ouyang Su lightly stroked his beard:

   "The old man has served in the palace for half his life, and he has also made friends with the princes. He can barely be regarded as the elder of the princess. Shouldn't he be concerned about the important affairs of the princess?"

"in addition…"

  His eyes were fixed, with a sharp expression on his face:

   "The old man was fortunate enough to have the Seventh Highness teach the Dharma, and he lived for decades. If it wasn't for the strong silver man himself, no one would be able to take him away from here."

   "You..." Zhao Nanxu was angry and impatient, and couldn't help yelling, but after all, he was born noble, and he couldn't swear at others:

   "You crazy!"

   "Princess, don't worry." Ouyang Su said calmly:

   "You might as well sit down and meet the visitor together."

   "Zhi!"

   A scream came from the sky.

   Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a huge flying bird flying across the sky.

  The flying bird spreads its wings for a hundred meters, and its feathers and feathers are like swords. Under the scorching sun, it reflects a metallic luster, and the fluttering of its wings makes the wind howl.

  Sword Wing Carving!

   This bird is a heterogeneous species domesticated by the Zhao family of the royal family. When it becomes an adult, its strength is no less than that of the peak black iron.

  Seeing this is equivalent to seeing someone from the royal Zhao family.

   "Shua!"

  The sword-winged eagle folded its wings and landed on the wide canopy of the tree. Several figures jumped down from its back and landed in the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion.

   "Unexpectedly, there is a senior with perfect spirit here."

  Zhang Jiuzheng looked surprised, and bowed his hands to Ouyang Su solemnly:

   "Xuantian League Zhang Jiuzheng, met senior."

   Then he looked at Zhao Nanxu:

   "This is Princess Yujing, right? Zhang borrowed the sword and wing carving from Brother Zhao Changning, and said that it is enough to hand it over to the princess."

   "Zhang Jiucheng?"

   Zhao Nanxu is naturally not ignorant of the leader of the younger generation of Xuantian Union, his beautiful eyes flashed, but he still didn't say much after all.

   Zhang Jiuzheng can be as famous as Zhao Changning, so he will not be weak.

  But compared with Ouyang Su, he is definitely not an opponent. Even with the few masters he brought, the ending will not be any different.

  Shenyuan is perfect, but it is not empty talk!

   In terms of potential, Ouyang Su, who is about to die, is no better than a young man, but he has practiced for decades, and in the last few years before his death, he is probably already invincible under the silver.

  This point can be seen from the means of freezing the black iron in the later stage just now.

  Let's talk again.

  The words of the princess of the royal family may not be listened to by the true disciples of the Xuantian League.

   "Zhang Jiucheng."

  Ouyang Su looked at his face, thinking:

   "Who is Zhang Wanyang to you?"

   "Senior knew my grandfather?" Zhang Jiuzheng was stunned, and bowed his hands again, showing a solemn expression:

   "The junior is the grandson of Zhang Wanyang, haven't you asked the senior about Gao's name?"

   "Zhang Wanyang is dead?" Ouyang Su's eyes moved slightly:

   "Old friends withered..."

   "Old Ouyang Su, you may not have heard of it."

   "It turned out to be Senior Ouyang." Zhang Jiuzheng suddenly realized:

   "The family ancestor once mentioned the seniors, saying that if it wasn't too late to advance to the black iron, with the appearance of the seniors, there should be a lot of people who are almost certified silver."

   "Unexpectedly..."

   "It's an honor to meet senior today!"

  While speaking, I couldn't help but marvel in my heart. The other party may be nearly a hundred years old, but he is not dead yet, and he seems to be very energetic.

   "I'm joking." Ouyang Su, at his age, naturally wouldn't take these words seriously, waved his hand casually, and said:

"What are you doing here?"

   "Junior..." Zhang Jiuzheng pondered, thought for a while, and said:

   "I want to find Zhou Jia."

   "Zhou Jia?"

  Although Ouyang Su stays behind closed doors, he also knows that the person in Shicheng has been the most popular in recent years, and he also knows some unknown things:

   "What do you want from him?"

   "This..." Zhang Jiuzheng said:

   "This junior wants to buy a Poor Aperture Pill from him."

  He didn't know the relationship between Ouyang Su and Zhou Jia, but they were both in Shicheng. If they had a good relationship with each other, then this trip would be in vain.

   "Breaking Pill!"

   Ouyang Su paused for a moment as he stroked his breath with his hands, and his eyes became clear:

   "He actually has this thing in his hand?"

"Well…"

   "So, I'm afraid you need to find him quickly, otherwise you may only see a corpse, and the Poqiao Pill may not be intact."

"what!"

  Zhang Jiuzheng's complexion changed:

   "I also ask the seniors to show me the way."

   "Vice Gang Leader!"

   After getting off the boat, people from the Tianhu Gang rushed up to meet him.

  Zhou Jia stood on the shore with his hands behind his back, breathing the breath of Shicheng, and his tense spirit for several months couldn't help but relax.

   Here, Fang is a place he is familiar with.

   "Vice gang leader."

   A trembling voice came from in front of him:

   "The little one has already prepared the carriage, please get the deputy gang leader into the carriage, all the elders are already waiting at the station, to clean up the dust for the deputy gang leader."

"Um."

   Zhou Jia lowered his head and glanced at the other party:

   "Lead the way ahead."

"Yes."

  The deacon who led the way turned around and quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  He also has a ninth-rank cultivation base, and he is definitely not a weak person in Shicheng, but in front of Zhou Jia, he even becomes short of breath.

  The height of more than two meters is not bad, but what is even more terrifying is the aura of the other party that is as thick as a mountain and sharp as a weapon.

   In his eyes.

   Zhou Jia is like a towering sword mountain.

  Thick, sharp, and shocking, it makes people tremble.

   Not only him.

  The same goes for the other people in the same group, they didn't even dare to look at where Zhou Jia was, their eyes were bleeding when they glanced at it, and there was a vacuum of several feet in the field for a while.

  The lower the cultivation base, the farther away from Zhou Jia.

  The art of swallowing gold!

  Even though the Heavenly Snake has great benefits in holding back its breath, it obviously can't cover up the sharp golden energy on its body, especially after its cultivation has skyrocketed.

   Zhou Jia glanced at everyone, but he didn't care.

   If you are afraid, be afraid, and you will be able to talk less and be quiet.

   Along the way, after devouring the keel of his left arm and the basalt shield, his cultivation base increased greatly, and his weight also reached an astonishing 1,600 catties, plus the double-edged axe.

  Even if it was a carriage with advanced characteristics, it couldn't help sinking.

  The ruts were deeply pressed into the ground, and the pulling beast roared with all its strength. With the help of others, the carriage slowly started on the road.

   "crunch...crunch..."

  The ruts roll, leaving deep marks on the rammed ground.

   "Zhou Jia is back!"

   "What about what happened in the gang?"

   "Will he be angry?"

   "I heard that the surname Zhou kills one person every day for cultivation. This is usually the case. I don't know what will happen now?"

   "Speak carefully, speak carefully."

   Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, Zhou Jia habitually stimulated listening to the wind, and many noises fell into his ears, which also made him frown slightly, feeling displeased.

  An accident happened to Tianhu Gang again?

but…

  He raised his arm and held it with five fingers. A strong sense of strength surged into his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  At this time, he does not need to inspire violence, cast secret techniques, and his body tempered by the technique of swallowing gold can stand shoulder to shoulder with the black iron peak.

   It should be even stronger!

  With great power, the so-called troubles will no longer be troubles.

  No matter what happens.

   One punch, and it was all resolved.

  Closing his eyes, he was rarely relaxed.

   In a daze, the many noises in my ears seemed to gradually fade away, and the surrounding was quiet.

Um?

  Zhou Jia opened his eyes, thoughtful.

   Immediately stretched out his fingers, and grabbed a piece of wood in the carriage.

   "click..."

  A thin layer of wood cracked at the sound, revealing the thick steel hidden behind it, and the door was locked suddenly.

"interesting!"

   Zhou Jia chuckled:

   "As soon as I came back, there will be a big gift."

  (end of this chapter)

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