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

There is a fairy cloud hidden in those crystal clear black eyes.

Xianyun circulated for a moment.

This moment is not enough to change the world, but it can make the most precious woman in front of Dayan feel this inherent difference.

The same world, but see a different landscape.

"Your Highness likes the story of two places and two flights, but Chen Muwanzhi is not here..."

The indescribable woman had not had time to completely escape from this momentary feeling, but Chen Muwan shattered this feeling with one sentence lightly.

"...But Your Highness, is there really no egg yolk cake today?"

Her Royal Highness, the most favored princess of the Great Yan Dynasty, took a deep breath, kept smoothing her undulating chest with her hands, gritted her teeth and tried to maintain a smile.

"I can see where you are going."

"In the future, if someone comes to your house to propose a marriage gift with a carload of egg yolk pastries, he will be your sweetheart, right?"

Chen Muwan blinked.

It seems that he is really thinking about this question that is a joke no matter how you look at it.

"...If you want to eat egg yolk cakes, go to Jiuzhen Building to grab them by yourself, don't try to get them from me!"

Say so.

However, when Chen Muwan left, she still held a box of egg yolk cakes in her arms.

Also in the palace, I met an eight-carrying sedan chair.

Riding a sedan chair in the palace is not a privilege that everyone can enjoy, and the one who leads the way in front of this sedan chair is still a big eunuch in a red robe. No matter how high-quality, no one would dare to make a mistake in front of this red robe.

Chen Muwan could guess who was sitting in this sedan chair.

But there is no intersection with each other.

Judging from Baihuaitang's medical practice style, this person doesn't look like a good friend either.

So each go their own way, no need to say hello.

Leaving the palace, Chen Muwan opened the brocade box in her bosom while walking, took out an egg yolk pastry that was no bigger than an egg, and ate it in small bites, the celestial cloud in her eyes seemed to come alive at this moment.

"This benefactor, please stop, Xiaodao would like to ask how to get to Chengxin Hall?"

Chen Muwan came back from the fragrance of egg yolk cakes, and saw a young Daoist holding a sword.

Daoist Jishou.

When he looked up, the girl whose cheeks were slightly puffed up by the egg yolk cake met his eyes.

It is this moment.

The Asking Sword on Lu Pan's back let out a clear cry, but he didn't have time to press down or draw the sword. The girl who was still chewing the egg yolk cake suddenly seemed to be a different person, and swept forward with one hand, Blood Qi and Spirit Power intertwined, instantly suppressing the sword cry.

After all, this is just asking about the sword's self-sounding, not Lu Pan's sword.

As for the girl's other hand?

Keep the box of egg yolk crisps missing one piece behind her back.

Eyes full of alertness.

With this look, do you think I want to steal your snacks?

But to say a thousand words and ten thousand is indeed the first move of Wendao's sword.

Lu Pan knew he was wrong and apologized repeatedly.

"I don't know how to handle swords because I don't know how to master the Tao. I made the benefactor laugh at me. I hope you can forgive me."

But what's wrong with this mountain now?

It's much scarier than the world under the mountain that Mr. Sect and the others depicted!

It doesn't matter if there is Heavenly Devil on any tofu stand.

How come asking random passers-by on the street can make the Dao Dao sword spontaneously sing, want to have a Dao Dao contest?

Obviously just want to ask a way, not to ask ah!

And this is where Spirit Power and Blood Qi burst out together, right?

Lu Pan couldn't figure out how this person came to be able to take care of the Blood Qi of a martial artist even after his Taoist cultivation was so advanced.

Endless energy?

Or is her day twelve hours longer than others?

"The Daoist Master's sword is good, but you still have to manage it carefully. It's not good if there is any misunderstanding in the capital... Did you just ask Chengxintang, who sells paper? Go this way, turn left at the second intersection, Go through four intersections and turn right, it's near there."

"Thank you benefactor..."

The way to Chengxintang has been pointed out, but Lu Pan is at a loss.

Ask the world.

Although a question is used, it is difficult to avoid the question turning into a type in practice.

Tao is not the same, who is higher and who is lower, who is righteous and who is evil.

You may not be able to tell if you play a game, but you will definitely not be able to tell if you don't play.

In the past dynasties, Dao Yi has a record of walking down the mountain all over the world. Although few people can achieve undefeated, the defeats are always defeated by the few people of the same generation who carry the tripod.

For example, the previous leader, Tianxiaxing, lost the last battle at the foot of the mountain to the Martial Emperor of Linyuan City whose prestige had already passed to the mountain.

Who has ever heard that the Daoist movement of the world was defeated by a passerby, A, B, and C?

But Lu Pan felt that he might have to complete this unprecedented major breakthrough.

For example, the girl I met when I was asking for directions just now, if I drew my sword and asked.

Won it?

You don’t necessarily lose, and you don’t necessarily win.

But this is just a passerby in the capital...

the next day.

Lu Pan, who was confused as soon as he came down the mountain, came to He Xiaoyu's tofu stall again, but this time he was not hesitating about whether he should draw his sword, but sat down on the table and paid out three cents. A bowl of tofu curd.

The tofu stall is not big, with few tables and chairs.

So sharing tables is common.

The person sharing the table with Lu Pan was none other than Xu Nian.

Lu Pan didn't know Xu Nian, but Xu Nian recognized the young man who drank three cents of tofu cake like him. Daoist was the Daoist who wanted to melt down Sect's sword at Uncle Chu's blacksmith shop yesterday.

From Zhang Tiantian's desire to see the excitement between him and No. 1 on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, we can see that Dao Yizong's World Walk is a powerful character.

Xu Nian actually doesn't care much about whether he is powerful or not, but his background in Dao Yizong can easily make people think of such a righteous act as exterminating demons and defending Dao.

Isn't Heavenly Devil just a devil?

When I asked He Xiaoyu, I found out that Daoyizong Contemporary Walking came yesterday and stood at the tofu stall for a long time.

He Xiaoyu and the others thought that the young Taoist priest was short of money yesterday, but Xu Nian didn't think that even a contemporary Taoist sect could not afford three pennies.

I stood and watched for a long time, including again today.

Are you thinking about something?

Could it be that he was considering whether to pull out the Dao Sword to slay demons and protect the way?

Now that they have all met, Xu Nian, who had eaten the tofu noodle, followed Dao Yizong for a contemporary walk.

No concealment of figure.

Lu Pan did not blend into the crowd in the capital. Instead, he walked into a remote and deserted alley and turned around suddenly.

"The donor followed Xiaodao all the way and doesn't know why?"

Lu Pan's eyes were sharp.

Under the influence of Qi, it was necessary to draw the Taoist sword for the first time after going down the mountain.

result.

Didn't pull it out.

Yesterday, Dao Jian was still singing on his own, but today he suddenly changed his mind!

Not only does it not chirp.

Not yet out of the sheath.

Lu Pan was stunned.

This is the inherited sword of Dao Yizong!

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is not that they have never faced enemies of fourth rank or even third rank. There has never been a situation where the Taoist Sword was completely silent and could not even be pulled out!

It can't be that after so many years, the spirituality in Dao Jian has finally ushered in a rebellious period, right?

So.

The problem can only be with the person who followed him.

Passers-by who shared a table at the tofu stall earlier.

Passers-by in the capital...

What kind of monsters are they?