The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The wind in the old alleys of Tianwu City is always blowing without rush. The high walls, carved eaves, years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of that year.

The old houses in the alleys preserve the traces of history, but are located at forgotten intersections. Little children run around in the alley and play their games.

Luoyang walked quietly in the alley, watching the children's play with a smile on his face.

The old people sitting at the door watching their children looked at Luoyang in amazement, their eyes full of amazement.

How could such a fairy-like person come to such a place where birds don't shit.

...

I don't know when, the sky actually began to rain lightly.

The desolate drizzle fell on Luoyang's long hair and shoulders, but Luoyang didn't care, just walked towards the end of the alley with a smile on his face.

At the end of the alley, there lived a family, a three or four-year-old girl, squatting at the door and playing with mud, even if it rained, she didn't care, she still played with relish.

Suddenly the little girl felt that the rain seemed to be getting lighter. As soon as the little girl looked up, she saw Luoyang stopped in front of her. Luoyang held up an oil-paper umbrella for the little girl.

Looking at the luxuriously dressed Luoyang, the little girl stood up in a panic, carefully hiding her muddy hands behind her back.

Luo Yang smiled, gently patted the little girl's head and asked with a smile, "Where's your sister-in-law?"

The little girl felt very comfortable after being touched on the head, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

But Luoyang's words made the little girl a little confused, because she didn't have a sister-in-law, not even a father, only a mother.

The little girl reached out and wiped her forehead, and the mud on her hand made a mark on the little guy's forehead.

"I don't have a sister-in-law, big brother, did you find the wrong one?" The little girl timidly replied.

"Tuantuan, who are you talking to?" At this time, a pretty woman poked her head out from the door.

Seeing the woman, the little girl hurriedly hid her muddy hands behind her back, and said timidly: "Mother, this handsome big brother said he wanted to find a sister-in-law, but there is no sister-in-law!"

When the woman heard the little girl's words, her face suddenly turned pale, but soon returned to normal.

Of course, the change in the woman's face did not escape Luo Yang's eyes.

Luo Yang smiled slightly, nodded lightly and said, "Hello, Mrs. Nangong."

The woman frowned slightly, stretched out her hand to catch the little girl back to the door, and said in a cold tone: "Master, did you recognize the wrong person? My husband's surname is not Nangong."

Luo Yang didn't argue, just nodded and said: "Maybe, Madam knows it herself."

After speaking, Luoyang walked towards the end of the alley, but there was a dead end there.

"Goodbye, big brother." The little girl suddenly poked her head out, stretched out her dirty hands, and waved at Luoyang.

"Goodbye, see you soon." Luo Yang turned his head and gave the woman a meaningful look.

The woman slammed the door shut, seemingly in a bad mood.

Luo Yang walked to the end of the alley, quietly looked at the mottled wall, and never moved again.

The rain was getting denser and denser, gradually forming a line.

At some point, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The whole body of this figure was wrapped under a black overcoat, and even his face was covered with a black cloth.

Only a pair of indifferent eyes and straight eyebrows were exposed.

Looking at this figure, Luo Yang laughed happily, as expected, the information was correct.

"Long time no see, Nangong Tianxiang." Luo Yang gently raised his hand.

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand came out, and the oil-paper umbrella in the air was spinning, slowly approaching the figure.

Nangong Tianxiang, the second in the Tianji list, the most mysterious person, is also the one with the most controversy.

Some people said that she was an out-and-out female devil who killed people without blinking an eye, and degraded her to nothing.

Some people say that she has a chivalrous heart, and that she is the reincarnation of a female Bodhisattva, who lifted her up to heaven.

But no matter what kind of evaluation, she will not make a fuss about her kung fu. Nangong Tianxiang's force is recognized by everyone, and is considered the only one who has a chance to challenge Luoyang.

"You're still you, you haven't changed much, you're still so disgusting." A beautiful but indifferent female voice sounded.

"Those who achieve great things don't care about small details." Luo Yang raised the corners of his eyes, his face suddenly darkened.

Luoyang suddenly stretched out his hand, and a cold light suddenly came from a distance, and rushed straight at him. The majestic and domineering momentum directly cut through the dense rain curtain.

And the figure retreated half a step slightly, arched its body, and made a gesture of drawing a knife. The cold killing intent froze the rainwater in half the alley into ice.

At this moment, the slowly rotating oil-paper umbrella happened to be in the center of the alley.

However, the oil-paper umbrella stopped in mid-air so weirdly, supported by two invisible air currents.

That astonishingly cold light had already arrived at this moment, and it crashed down in front of Luoyang. It was a silver spear.

The huge power directly shattered half of the alley.

Nangong Tianxiang looked up at the house at the end of the alley, with worry in his indifferent eyes.

Taking advantage of Nangong Tianxiang's distraction, Luoyang grasped the spear, and the whole person, like a tiger descending the mountain, went straight to Nangong Tianxiang.

Terrifying air waves churned up, bringing out bursts of howling tigers, and the entire street was shaken open from the middle, revealing a huge crack.

Because of distraction, Nangong Tianxiang has already lost in momentum.

In a duel between masters, there is no room for mistakes.

But Nangong Tianxiang did not show timidity, his eyes were as sharp as eagle eyes.

"boom!"

The coat covering Nangong Tianxiang shattered suddenly, and a petite figure moved like a ghost.

An unsheathed long knife was held tightly in Nangong Tianxiang's hand.

The alley was not long, and the distance between the two of them was reached in an instant. The oil-paper umbrella that had stopped in the air spun wildly at this moment, bringing up bursts of rain curtains.

A cold light rose, and Nangong Tianxiang drew his sword.

The cold light instantly froze everything around, and the alley seemed to have entered the twelfth lunar month.

The figures of the two passed by each other.

That cold light flashed across the majestic Luoyang.

Luoyang's spear ruthlessly struck Nangong Tianxiang's waist.

With a muffled groan, Nangong Tianxiang slammed into the wall at the end of the alley.

This old wall of unknown ages collapsed.

The clothes on Luoyang's chest were also cut open, but no blood flowed out.

Because he was wearing a silver armor with a deep knife mark on the armor.

Looking at the knife mark, Luoyang's heart was shocked.

Because this piece of armor was given to him by the little maid for self-defense, and it belongs to the immortal family.

Horribly, this armor was almost cut open with a knife.

Luo Yang knew that if he didn't have this armor, he might be the one who died today.