Journey To the World of Film and Television

Xu Fengnian narrated what he saw and heard in the Hall of Souls. Originally, he just wanted to protect his family with the help of Beiliang's 350,000 cavalry. Now he recognized Xu Xiao's dream, but he did not recognize Xu Xiao's dream. Xiao's approach.

In Xu Xiao's opinion, in order to dream, one has to be ruthless.

So knowing that Xu Fengnian's eldest sister liked Hong Xixiang, he still sent Xu Zhihu to marry the Lu family; sent Xu Weixiong to Shangyin Academy to influence the literary world; Because of the hidden danger of war, he was sent to Longhu Mountain as a pledge.

Clean hands are not enough to protect Bei Liang.

"I want to take over Beiliang, but I won't follow Xu Xiao's path." Xu Fengnian stood up with his hands behind his back and looked at the vast and endless Chaohu Lake in the distant mountains. He said in a deep voice, "I will protect my dreams, and I will also protect my family."

"Oh~"

"You think I'm naive too?" Xu Fengnian said dissatisfiedly when he heard the chuckle coming from beside him.

Zhou Ji put down his fishing rod and said with a smile, "It's really naive, but I mainly think of one person."

"It's still that Fan Xian?" Xu Fengnian frowned, recalling the vague figure he had often dreamed about in the past year.

"His mother, a strange woman who also dreamed of changing the world." Zhou Ji roughly described Ye Qingmei's experience, and sighed, "Although your ideas are equally naive, if you are invincible in the world and take over Beiliang Thirty-Five Wan Dajun. With all the power and strength under his control, it may really be able to create miracles."

"I'll let you see that day!" Xu Fengnian raised his head slightly, confident.

Zhou Ji laughed dumbly, "I look forward to that day."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Xu Xiao and Li Yishan stood in front of the window on the top floor of Tingchao Pavilion and looked at the two people by the lake. Although they couldn't hear what they were saying, they could see that their laughter stopped abruptly. In front of you, it seems to be asking for help.

Xu Fengnian will leave the mansion to go to Wudi City after the new year. This is the trial Xu Xiao gave him, and it is also a journey he must take.

Zhou Ji couldn't bear his soft-heartedness, and finally agreed to the accompanying request.

During this month, Zhou Ji flew with the sword and searched all the legends that Xu Fengnian had collected for him, but he still couldn't find the aura of the Immortal Sword.

If the immortal sword is really in this world, it is most likely in the legendary heaven.

As the end of the new year approaches, the heavy snow has fallen for many days and still refuses to let it go.

Zhou Ji came back from the outside and found that the surface of Chaohu Lake had already frozen, and a figure in white clothes standing on the lake seemed to blend with the sky and the earth.

Zhou Ji wanted to come to listen to Chao Ting help Si Teng turn over the book, but when he passed by the lakeside, he paused, only to see the snowflakes in the sky in front of him.

The embroidered winter in the lake is out of its sheath.

The ice shattered and rolled up thousands of layers of snow.

The graceful figure rolled across the snow, and when he sensed someone by the lake, Nangong Pu shot both swords out, as if the snow all over the world followed him like a shadow, leaning towards the white robe who was speeding on the lake.

The sea of ​​ice and snow surged towards Zhou Ji.

A spring thunder waved, and the ice on the lake surface split into nearly a hundred astonishing gullies, sealing off Zhou Ji's escape route. Xiudong slashed, and the profuse drifting snow tore through it, leaving a blank area for an instant. The unparalleled sharpness approached Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji had never fought Nangong Pushe before, and the last time he saw her make a move was when he first met outside Lingzhou City.

Almost a year has passed in a flash of time, perhaps because of Zhou Ji's physical attack, Nangong Pushe obviously restrained his 0.25 times speed, spinning, jumping and slow motion tricks, and his sword was sharp and his momentum was indomitable.

It seems that he is no longer in the same style as other warriors in this world.

Zhou Ji pointed at the sword, and the light blue mana flowed from the fingertips, turning into an invisible sword energy to meet the Xiudong Daomang.

bang~

The snowflakes scattered all over the sky, forming a huge cyclone around the two of them. Nangong Pushe wanted to prove what he had gained this year, so he tried his best to move with exquisite sword skills and flowing water.

Zhou Ji held the flowerpot in one hand, and only used his right hand to fight against it. After she exhausted her moves, she took a step back, waved her sleeves to break the air whirlpool, and praised: "This painting style is much more beautiful than a slow motion of the left and right hands." Well~"

Nangong Pushe stood in the wind and snow, still reminiscing about the feeling when he just took the shot, and heard Zhou Ji's approval?

His eyebrows were cold and his eyes were cold, almost killing him.

Si Teng thought of the scene where Nangong Pushe was holding Xiudong and Chunlei with both hands, swinging his knife slowly in the snow like when he was teaching the horse thief before. The description fits too well, I can't help but shake my body, laughing so hard that I can't straighten up.

"Then what, I praise you for looking good." Zhou Ji looked at Nangong Pushe who was walking towards him step by step with a pair of knives, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said from his heart.

Standing proudly, Si Teng turned around, the buds turned towards Zhou Ji, and the vines looked at him with a half-smile as if they were embracing their arms.

"It's so pretty." Zhou Ji reached out to touch the tender buds, and said solemnly, "But Si Teng is more beautiful."

Nangong Pushe acted as if he hadn't heard of it, he didn't even look at him, and his two knives didn't return to their sheaths, just walked past Zhou Ji with his hands in his hands, if Zhou Ji didn't turn sideways in time to get out of the small half of his body, even if there was no one on his leg If he was cut with a knife, the hem of this dress would definitely have to be cut.

Zhou Ji turned around and looked at the back of Nangong Pushe, who was walking and retracting his knife, and couldn't help complaining, "Hey, my clothes."

"Didn't you miss it?" Nangong Pushe's cold voice came, and there seemed to be a trace of regret in his tone.

Zhou Ji shook his head helplessly, and followed her to the Chaoting Pavilion to find a book for Si Teng to read.

Nangong Pushe went back to the fence he used to go to and sat down, and asked casually, "Aren't you going to look for something today?"

"Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve. I plan to go to Wudi City with Xu Fengnian next year." Zhou Ji found several copies of Si Teng but was not satisfied, and suddenly saw a black light flashing in front of him.

Zhou Ji reached out to catch it, and found that it was Ben Beihuangzhiyi, so he couldn't help but look up at Nangong Pushe, showing a surprised expression.

Nangong Pushe leaned on the fence and said casually, "I see that you liked to read this kind of critiques, ghosts and ghosts before. A few days ago, Grandpa Wei collected a few more books. You might as well take a look."

"." Zhou Ji spread out the book and let Si Teng choose by himself. A wisp of vine thread was pulled out from the branches and leaves, and gently rested on the book that Zhou Ji had just put back on the shelf. Zhou Ji couldn't hold back his smile, just thinking He wanted to complain, but he felt a murderous intent coming towards him.

It seems to be threatening: If you dare to say that I am jealous, I will plant you by my side.

(Thank you for the reward of 1500 coins from "You have so many friends".)

(Thank you for the reward of 5,000 coins from "The Years Are Quiet, May You Be Safe".)

(Two friends from the father's generation came to the house, and the loud voices seriously affected the code words. The second half is late, please forgive me.)