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Everyone felt that it was only right that a woman should stay in the inner chambers of the house and prepare three meals for the time being. Even if there was a precedent of Zhao and the princess not losing out to the men, the reward they received was still the greatest reward, General Cao Shuang. Why? Wasn't it because the men of the Great Wen Dynasty felt that they had lost face by walking under a woman's tent. Everyone tacitly blamed Cao Shuang for the meritorious service given to them. They had to let this matter go to waste, as well as their good intentions.

The first time Lin Xiaoxiao met him was during her triumphant return. On that day, she was dressed in a golden-striped crouching tiger battle robe, which was wrapped in a silver-white Rong Hu's Saliva Steel Carving Armor. The fur on her shoulders fluttered, while the white Hunchbacked Tiger Armor was adorned with a pair of slender, pure white, beautiful hands. She held up her left hand, her bright red fingernails twirling the tight white tiger's cloud-lined gold frost tassel gun in boredom. The golden ribbon was tied around his waist, and the Howling Cloud Cow's leather belt was wrapped around his waist. On the right side of his belt, there were three identity tokens hanging, looking quite impressive.

As such, she was more willing to be like that Zhaohe Princess, riding her horse across the sky, smiling as she watched Gu Yue Qi, drinking alone, and not wanting to learn any of the five scriptures, zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting. The master teacher that the Azure Province King had hired was knocked to the ground with a few strikes from her rod. Even the current heirs of a popinjay, Lin Pi, had suffered greatly from her bullying and bullying. Lin Xiaoxiao had truly not lost any face for the Azure Province's King. Up until now, she had been able to wield both sword and spear, and her bow and arrow had been effortless. As a result, after she married Prince Zhao He, she was also known as Little Zhao He.

There are also poetry: jade, cream, snow and frost, white teeth in the spring and autumn court.

Lin Xiaoxiao had always carried her thoughts on her face. Regardless of whether she was happy or sad, she never tried to hide it. Therefore, her love seemed overbearing and fiery, so hot that only Zhu Changli knew about it. It wasn't that Zhu Changli was pretending that he couldn't see, but because he was born stupid, he couldn't understand what love was. In his opinion, Lin Xiaoxiao going to the mountain gate to get some food when she was starving was no different from feeding the stray dogs. He loved Lin Xiaoxiao, as much as he loved a flower and a tree, as if there was no difference between the two. He loved all living things deeply, and Lin Xiaoxiao was just one of the many living beings in the world. Perhaps Lin Pi had already seen the outcome, which was why he said after getting drunk, "It's best not to make my sister sad, or else Qi Yunshan would be removed from the world."

The huge deer in her hand made her smile. It was a pity that she couldn't buy wine from any other place in the Qi Yun Mountain other than the old man, as the ancestor of the Qi Yun Sect had also become more intelligent after suffering a few losses. If Lin Xiaoxiao continued to head towards the cave, she would have to gamble with the door, and no matter how much of a threat she posed, the door wouldn't open. After a while, the two of them had their grudges resolved because of the wine. Lin Xiaoxiao did not have a good impression of Qiyun, so when he stood in front of her with a mocking smile on his face, Lin Xiaoxiao said coldly, "Smile your mother's smile and dig out your eyeballs."

Patriarch Qi Yun wasn't afraid to take out a bottle of wine from nowhere. With a pained voice, he said, "I haven't been able to drink this for quite some time, so please don't let me finish it all."

Lin Xiaoxiao took the wine jug thrown to her by the elder and said, "Old thing, what kind of medicine are you selling today?"

With a downcast expression, Qi Yun replied, "Why do I feel like selling medicine to you? Aren't you tired of living? I predicted that you would be leaving the mountain soon, so I came here to see you off."

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned. "When did I say I was going down the mountain?"

The elder stroked his sparse beard as he chuckled, "It's true that you didn't say that, but I'm afraid you won't be able to stay here peacefully."

Looking at the old scoundrel in front of her, Lin Xiaoxiao laughed coldly, "It's fine if you want me to leave, but obediently hand over Zhu Changcheng. I'll withdraw my army and let an old bastard like you continue working in the martial arts world to commit evil."

The elder was so angry that he puffed his beard and bulged his eyes, "You, you …" When has this old one ever done anything evil? "

Lin Xiaoxiao scratched her ears and said, "Enough, I don't have the time to solve your riddle. Get out of my way, I still need to roast deer meat for Zhu Changli."

Patriarch Qiyun sighed as he looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's right foot, which was on the verge of stepping on the stone steps, and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to leave this time. The Azure Province's King is heavily injured. "

Lin Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at the elder from head to toe with a sneer. "Who in the world could possibly hurt him?" You old thing don't even know how to lie. "

Ancestor Qi Yun chuckled lightly, losing his usual drunkenness and roguishness. He looked like a reclusive expert, and said, "Indeed, no one can hurt the Azure Province's King, but the things that aren't human can!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes narrowed. Her killing intent was not hidden at all as she enunciated every word, "Begin! Tell me clearly! "

The mountain ranges surrounding the Qi Yun Mountain overlapped with layers upon layers of mountains, like a surging sea, with massive waves sweeping through the air. The peak of the mountain was often shrouded in clouds, and the white clouds were also floating beneath one's feet, making the mountain look ethereal and ethereal, one could pick the sun and moon if the peak raised a hand. The gentle wind blew up the green gown that stood against the wind on the top of the mountain. He looked at the bottomless abyss and even though he did not say a single word, his love for life had already been expressed through those eyes.

The man was only in his early twenties, and although he couldn't be considered handsome, his eyes made his unhandsome face look even more pleasing to the eye. With his right hand behind his back, he continuously pinched his belly, as if he was calculating the time, and suddenly stopped moving. He slowly turned his head, and with suspicion in his eyes, he scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Eh, why are we late today?"

Zhu Changli was extremely confused, but the swaying Patriarch Qi Yun answered him, "Don't wait any longer, that girl has gone back home."

Zhu Changli said, "Oh, did she say when she would be back?"

Ancestor Qi Yun was lying on the peak of Qingfeng Mountain, and he let out a burp while looking at Zhu Changli. He then laughed out loud, "What? You don't want to part with it?"

Zhu Changli shook his head and said, "Twelve days ago, she said she wanted to eat the osmanthus cake. Today, my brothers made the osmanthus cake, and I wanted to give one to her."

"You, you." Patriarch Qi Yun laughed out loud, before gulping down a mouthful of wine and asking, "Chang Li, have you ever loved a person?"

Zhu Changli nodded and said, "I love Master, Junior Brother."

Ancestor Qi Yun waved his hand impatiently, "Go to hell, I'm not asking you these questions." I asked you, other than great love, do you have any little love? "

Zhu Chang Li was confused, he scratched his head and asked: "What is Xiao Yu?"

It was as if Patriarch Qiyun had thought of something, and a wistful look appeared in his eyes as he spoke to Nannan, "It's because I have a special regard for one person that my eyes are unwilling to leave her at all." Worry over her worries, rejoice over her happiness, and love her love. "

Zhu Changli shook his head and spoke seriously like a rattle. The way is also affectionate, the feeling is also calm, all things are orderly and spiritual. Dao life forms had emotions. Dao life forms had a natural origin, and were flat. "But …"

With a fierce glare from Patriarch Qiyun, Zhu Changli did not even dare to breathe heavily. He could not understand how his master could be so fickle today. Ancestor Qi Yun said, "Don't use the scripture's contents to explain to me what emotions are. I don't even know what the scripture's contents are."

"Master, keep your voice down. Sanqing will blame you if he hears it."

"I blame his grandmother for her leg." Forefather Qiyun stood up, not even the slightest bit of drunkenness could be felt. He extended his hand, and a draconic roar rang out as the scarlet black longsword flew through the air and landed steadily on his palm. The sound rang out for three miles, causing the leaves on the top of the mountain to fall profusely. When his left foot stepped out, he was already several steps away, his crimson-black longsword flashing as the old Daoist stood there facing the wind. It was his first time seeing his Master in such a state, as if he was always drunk. The words that came out of Patriarch Qi Yun's mouth were filled with worry as he turned his back on Zhu Changli, "Chang Li, although your Master is not a big character, you have to watch his sword."

The Dragoncry Sword seemed to sense the worry in its master's heart. For a moment, the cries of the swords rang unceasingly. Patriarch Qiyun inclined his sword as he stared at the sea of clouds before him.

The dragon roar moved.

At the instant when tears fell from his eyes!

Patriarch Qiyun held his sword horizontally in front of his chest. Luck and sword, the dark red blade turned dark red as a thin layer of ice condensed around him. The corners of the elder's lips slowly curled upwards as a grim smile formed on them. With his lips agape, only he could hear the voice, "How have you been?"

The sound of muffled thunder came from the lifeless sea of clouds. In an instant, the sea of clouds churned incessantly, as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing it apart. The sea of clouds pressed down on both sides, creating a scene of the mountain that had once been covered by the sea of clouds.

A single sword strike had broken through the clouds.

Patriarch Qiyun fell back from the shock, while Zhu Changli stood rooted to the ground. When he regained his senses, Patriarch Qiyun was sprawled on the ground with a drowsy look on his face, as if he was just a dream of Zhu Changli's. However, the deep sea of clouds and the sea of swords were not a dream. The normally aloof and dignified ancestor Qi Yun laid flat on the ground, murmuring as if in a deep sleep, "This humble one is Kang Yue, may I ask how old this young lady is …"