The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Following Xiao Chen's depiction, on the blade of the cicada, there appeared a series of notches full of supreme saber intent, but these notches disappeared quickly, as if they were hidden.

Xiao Chen didn't stop until ninety-nine and eighty-one traces were carved.

Xiao Chen threw the long knife back to Nangong Tianxiang, "How much you can learn depends on your own understanding."

Nangong Tianxiang held the long knife, and a black light glowed on the knife.

In a daze, Nangong Tianxiang seemed to see a saber energy across the sky, piercing the sky and going away.

This saber energy is like a giant dragon dancing wildly, extremely majestic.

"puff……"

Then Nangong Tianxiang spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his whole body was thrown flying, even the bright red blood flowed from his eyes.

But Nangong Tianxiang's face was full of fanaticism, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body.

Xiao Chen smiled, "If you don't go crazy, you can't survive. With the sword intent that I have carved to comprehend, coupled with this stubbornness, this girl's future achievements will be limitless.

Xiao Chen turned his head to look at the crowd, seeing the reluctance on their faces, Xiao Chen waved his hand freely.

There are so many disturbances in the mundane world, and the glitz will always be empty.

...

At the end of climbing to Xiantai, there is a small house covered by white clouds, which really looks like the residence of immortals.

At this moment, a little old man walked out of the Baiyun hut, holding a medicine basket in his hand, he glanced at Xiao Chen, and rolled his eyes angrily.

From the breath, Xiao Chen knew that this was the person he was looking for.

"Old thing." Xiao Chen remembered that he called this guy before, and he was not answered for a long time. It was because of the evil, he raised his fist and wanted to hit the old man.

Seeing Xiao Chen's appearance, the old man smiled disdainfully, "You're not that devil, you little brat can still make me..."

"Bang!" Before the old man finished speaking, he received a solid punch on the face.

The poor old man was sent flying out of the air.

Xiao Chen didn't have any strength left, he punched out with all his strength, the old man only felt as if he had been hit by an endless mountain, his head was buzzing.

"Let you pretend to be aggressive and ignore me." Xiao Chen cursed with a smile, turned into a stream of light, and chased after him.

Above the cloud top, there were bursts of screams from the old man.

Not far away, Master Fang Fei and the little maid were stunned. Such a figure as the old man was actually being slapped like a ball by a child.

After a stick of incense, the old man wiped his golden nosebleed and looked at Xiao Chen with a proud face.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists a little annoyed, the Great Emperor is the Great Emperor after all, even though he is not good at killing techniques, he is still the Great Emperor.

I can't hurt this old thing by blasting down with brute force.

"That's it?" The old man looked at Xiao Chen mockingly.

Xiao Chen jumped his feet angrily, when had the dignified Emperor Tuntian suffered such an insult.

But no matter how angry you are, there is nothing you can do about it. Hard power is far behind.

"Believe it or not, I'm shaking people, you should know that big devil!" Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something, this old thing should have been beaten by the demonic Xiao Chen once.

But nine and a half out of ten people who have been beaten by that big devil will leave a psychological shadow.

These words finally took effect, the old man's complexion changed, and then he had a "kind" smile all over his face, almost turning into a chrysanthemum.

Of course he knew the big devil, otherwise he wouldn't have hated Xiao Chen so much, because Xiao Chen had the exact same face as that devil.

The old man smiled and said: "Little brother, if you have something to say, you see you keep beating me, but I didn't fight back, right? There's no need to call someone right."

Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched wildly, this old thing doesn't have the bearing of a great emperor, but looks like an old fritter wandering around in the market.

Xiao Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and asked directly: "Can you solve my problem?"

The old man patted his chest and said to himself: "Don't worry, little guy, there is no disease in this world that this old man can't cure."

"I'm not sick." Xiao Chen was so angry that he almost vomited blood. How could he become a sick person? Wasn't he just poisoned?

The old man nodded like someone who came over and said: "People who are sick usually like to say that they are not sick."

"Your whole family is sick, I'm calling someone." Xiao Chen really wanted to go up and tear this old thing up, mocking himself for being sick openly and secretly.

"Don't get angry, anger hurts the liver." The old man carried the medicine basket with a smile on his back, and walked towards the Baiyun hut.

"Why are you standing still, keep up!" The old man turned his head and waved at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, and followed the old man into the Baiyun hut.

As soon as he stepped into the Baiyun hut, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

A huge lotus pond appeared in front of Xiao Chen, and Xiao Chen himself was in a small pavilion in the center of the lotus pond.

"Sit." The old man put down the basket and sat on the stone bench by himself.

"What do you think of this lotus pond?" The old man didn't give Xiao Chen a diagnosis, but instead asked this irrelevant question.

Xiao Chen looked up, and there were lotus leaves on the lotus pond. These lotus leaves came out of the water very high, like the dresses of people standing tall and graceful.

The lotus leaves are mixed with these colorful lotus flowers, which are really beautiful.

"It looks good, what's the matter!" Xiao Chen replied with a straight face.

The old man smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand, and a lotus fell into his hand.

This is a lotus that is about to bloom, and the lotus seeds inside are ripe.

The old man broke off the petals that were about to wither and threw them casually into the lotus pond.

As soon as the petals touched the water, they turned into dots of fluorescent light and disappeared.

The old man looked at those lotus seeds, and one of them was actually golden.

The old man smiled: "You are really lucky, little guy, this golden lotus seed appeared as soon as you came."

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes: "What's the matter, you still have to make lotus seed soup for the young master."

The old man didn't care about Xiao Chen's tone, he picked out the golden lotus seeds, then talked softly, and dropped the lotus into the lotus pond.

The golden lotus seeds splashed a little water, and then the surface of the water rippled unrealistically, Xiao Chen seemed to hear a baby crying in a trance.

"Another dao body is born." The old man waved his hand with a smile.

On the rippling water surface, a picture appeared.

The picture should be a big family somewhere in the Lotus Cave. In front of the closed high gate, there are two mighty and domineering stone lions.

Then the old man stretched out his finger, and suddenly a little golden light appeared in front of the high door, and then a lotus leaf appeared.

A cry of a baby came from above the lotus leaf.

Xiao Chen looked amused, and asked: "Is this little baby transformed from that golden lotus seed?"

"That's right, golden lotus seeds can't be produced for tens of thousands of years. One was produced in Luoyang 30 years ago. I didn't expect another one to be produced after 30 years. That's why the old man said, you are lucky, this little guy , is the next dao body." The old man nodded with a smile.

Tomorrow is a day off, make up tomorrow