Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

Hundred Year's army and horses destroyed nineteen countries. The old general laughed and waved his hands: "Old man, old man, that was brave in the past, now we are just a bad old man, even if we want to play chess, we are disgusting, no Follow me."

You played Five Eyes Continuous Pearls, and I played Dragon Slaying.

How do you play this together?

Shen Qifeng smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's not that I hate it, it's just that I'm afraid, afraid of playing chess with the old general."

"Aren't you afraid of playing chess with Zhang Shoufu, but afraid of playing chess with a bad old man like me? Could it be that in the eyes of Dean Shen, my bad old man's chess skills are more scary than Zhang Shoufu?"

What can Shen Qifeng say?

He looked at the self-cultivation forest without changing his face, and said: "This Daoist Daoist who draws the power of heaven and earth in the self-cultivation forest should be Xu Nian who was sent by the old general to enter the self-cultivation forest, the mysterious real person Xu, right? I don’t know what he saw in the Xiuxian Forest to make such a big move.”

The topic is changing.

Chen Xinghu snorted and didn't care about this, he just said: "Dean Shen is a good player of chess, I still think you are so generous, you gave me so many places to study in Shenlin for a bad old man at once. Waiting here."

Youlu Academy is constrained by its faith and cannot take action against Qinghui and Yuanzhen, the Buddhist masters and disciples.

But General Chen's Mansion will obviously focus on Da Yan.

If Yuan really failed to bring out the Saint pen from the self-cultivation forest, then the Buddhist master and apprentice just traveled around the world and came to Youlu Academy, so there is no need to fight. , then they cannot be allowed to return to Hanwu Country.

Shen Qifeng smiled and asked: "Although the old general is old and strong, if it is not necessary, it would be better to drink tea with me here. I wonder which adult will come this time?"

Chen Xinghu didn't make any detours, and simply replied neatly: "Feng Shouzuo has already set off for Beijing, and the timing should be exactly at this moment when he passes through Youlu Academy."

Shen Qifeng nodded slightly: "I didn't expect to see the head of the Demon Suppression Division come in person. It seems that Monk Qinghui can't take the Saint Pen away."

"It's hard to say that if an old bald donkey like Qinghui dares to come here, he must have someone to rely on."

If there is any dependence.

If the head of the Demon Suppressing Division cannot be handled by one person, then the veteran will have to take action and show off his courage that could be used by the Severing Dao Master.

The old general sighed: "I hope Chief Feng can settle the matter alone."

Shen Qifeng held the teacup and said thoughtfully: "Does the old general hope that Mr. Feng will take the sole credit for this matter?"

"Something went wrong in the Demon Suppression Division, and Chief Feng cannot absolve himself of the blame. He can only make up for it by making more contributions."

The old general shook his head, then said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to my grandson in the cultivation forest. Maybe Dean Shen saw it?"

Shen Qifeng shook his head: "You can see your heart in the forest of self-cultivation, and I can't clearly see their experiences through the white mist in the forest."

Although he is the dean of Youlu Academy, he cannot control every move in Xiu Shen Forest.

If not.

The pen that the Confucian Saint left in the cultivation forest is no longer at risk of falling into Buddhist hands.

The old general was amazed: "As expected of Saint's means, it is still perfect after a few Hundred Years, and even you, the dean, can't take advantage of it."

Shen Qifeng pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Of course I can't fathom Saint's means, but even though I can't do it, it's not like I can't take advantage of it."

The old general thought of an old incident and laughed loudly: "Dean Shen is talking about a head thief?"

Shen Qifeng nodded slightly: "Bai Quzang, the first robber, is one of the world's three wonders with the fifth rank, the black Daoist and the blind operator Ding Tuan. It is indeed a miraculous skill. I am afraid that there are not many places in this world that can stop it." Let him go."

"But as far as I know, even though Thief Head entered the Forest of Self-cultivation, he found nothing?"

"It's natural to gain nothing. If you want to find opportunities in the Forest of Self-cultivation, you have to get the approval of the senior scholars who have planted bamboo in the forest. If you take it without asking, you are a thief. If you steal the head without asking, it's almost the same. would not be recognized.”

Shen Qifeng said this, but in his heart he was actually a little worried.

After generations of great scholars, Saint left behind a trace of his thoughts when he planted the bamboo seedlings. In these hundreds of years, he integrated with the bamboo forest and developed a certain degree of self-spirituality, which became the current self-cultivation forest.

He is the dean of Youlu Academy and cannot come in or out at will. Although the bandit leader did not get the opportunity to be in the Forest of Self-cultivation, he does have the ability to move around unhindered in the Forest of Self-cultivation...

...

No matter how outsiders set up plans around Xiu Shen Forest, everyone in Xiu Shen Forest is looking for opportunities in the illusion that reflects their true hearts.

As soon as Chen Xianhu entered the town, he felt hungry. There were restaurants and restaurants in the town, so there was no shortage of food, but all his money was gone, and it seemed that he did not appear in this illusion with him.

Stealing, robbing, or continuing to be hungry?

Chen Xianhu chose to starve.

Even though I knew it was an illusion, the feeling of being so hungry that I felt dizzy and my limbs lost all strength was very real.

He wanted to find a job in the town that could earn him food, but he ran into obstacles everywhere. Finally, he ran out of energy and fell down at the back door of a wealthy family. He felt like he was about to starve to death. When he passed by, the eldest lady of the wealthy family happened to go out and saw him. I gave him a meal.

The grace of a meal.

Chen Xianhu found a place to sleep for a night and woke up feeling that he had regained all his strength. He had not yet figured out how to repay this meal. What was this illusion thinking about him? He passed by the wealthy house again, but he saw officers and soldiers ransacking the house.

The people in the town who were watching all said that this family was usually very charitable, so they must have been wronged.

Chen Xianhu jumped over the wall and entered.

The scene of the house raid was filled with chaos and blood. The officers and soldiers, who had received unknown orders, indulged and enjoyed themselves in the home of a wealthy and charitable family. The men fell into a pool of blood, and the women's family members had their clothes and innocence torn off.

Chen Xianhu found the eldest lady who gave him a meal yesterday.

There was a young man who didn't know how to sneak into the house raiding team and stripped off the eldest lady's clothes in public. The other officers and soldiers around him either turned a blind eye or whistled frivolously and winked at each other as if they were discussing something.

Chen Xianhu remained silent and snatched the knife from the nearest officer and soldier.

The young master seemed to feel something, turned around, stared at Chen Xianhu, and shouted loudly: "You want to kill me? You have thought clearly!"

"If you kill me, you will make hundreds of officials enemies, and millions of people will starve to death. When the time comes, the country will collapse and the country will wither, all because of you. What should you do?"

Chen Xianhu dragged the knife and walked with an expressionless face...

After a gust of wind.

The young master's head was missing, and the officers and soldiers who ransacked the house fell to the ground.

Chen Xianhu was covered in blood.

The eldest lady, as if she had lost her soul, stumbled towards the wellhead and fell into it.

Chen Xianhu didn't stop him, he just closed his eyes.

After another gust of wind.

The extremely strong smell of blood seemed to have been blown away, leaving not a trace...