Swallowing the heavens begins with Douluo

This pretty little maid is the personal maid of Jane's family.

The name is Xiaocao, the grass of weeds.

The brittle voice of the little maid had just fallen. Yan Se was slightly startled, and then said with a dumb smile: "What the hell, it's been more than twenty years."

"She still can't forget that man."

Xiaocao's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said loudly: "Grandma Grandma just now said that you, an old Taoist, are extremely stupid. You couldn't defeat the Haoran Sword back then. Now, after decades of practice, you still can't defeat the Haoran Sword."

"If you dare to chirp again, you won't be able to get into Hong Xiu Zhao's door in the future."

Yan Se's face stiffened, his smile suddenly disappeared, and he said angrily: "Who said that the old Taoist can't defeat him? The whole Chang'an is in the hands of the old Taoist,"

"If he wasn't afraid of damaging the flowers and plants here, I would have to let him try the power of the hash mark."

"Huh, even if I tell you this, you won't understand."

"Let's go, good dogs don't block the road, get out of the way."

Yan Se walked away angrily, leaving behind a wretched figure!

After finally escaping, Chu Youxian finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat beads from his forehead. The heavy drunkenness had long been replaced by sweat, which dripped all over his body.

Getting up in embarrassment, Chu Youxian kept raising his hands to Long Xiao, thanking him profusely.

A few people talked for a while, and amid Xiaocao's constant urging, Long Xiao said goodbye to the two of them and strode towards the Hongxiu Zhao lobby.

Climb up the stairs in the lobby, with Xiaocao leading the way, and climb to the second floor of Hongxiuzhao.

The second floor of Hongxiuzhao is naturally different from the second floor of the academy, but not everyone is qualified to go up and take a look.

Seeing this handsome young man climbing up to the second floor so easily, countless young men below cast envious glances.

Xiaocao opened a door curtain and made a gesture of invitation.

Long Xiao stepped into the room. The person sitting inside was not a stunning beauty, but an elderly woman.

This woman is already old, and her face that has been eroded by time is full of vicissitudes of life. All her experiences seem to be vividly reflected on her face without speaking.

Although her clothes are simple, they are not cheap.

Her eyebrows cannot be said to be ugly, and the word "beautiful" has nothing to do with her.

She looks like just an ordinary woman over forty years old.

Standing in front of her, Long Xiao could easily feel that her cultivation level was not high, but he didn't know why, but he could feel the presence of that awe-inspiring sword intent.

There was silence in the room for a moment, both sides looking at each other's appearance.

When everyone in Jian saw Long Xiao's appearance, a look of surprise flashed across their faces. They didn't know whether they were shocked by his appearance or his age.

"Ahem," everyone Jian coughed a few times and said, "I don't know where the young master comes from, and how do you call him?"

Long Xiao came back to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "Xiao Ke's surname is Long, and he comes from a remote country. Madam may not know the name of that place."

"Backcountry," a look of disappointment flashed across Jian's eyebrows, and he lowered his head and said, "I also thought you came from the mountains."

"Otherwise, why would there be such a level of cultivation?"

"In the mountains?" Long Xiao seemed a little confused.

Everyone Jian explained in harmony: "Your swordsmanship comes from an old friend of mine many years ago."

"He came from the mountains,"

"It's so majestic as you walk through the market with swagger."

Long Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Jian, is it Ke Haoran that everyone is talking about?"

"Ke Haoran, Ke Haoran." Jane and everyone recited a few sentences silently, seeming to recall the voice and smile of the man a long time ago, and said with some sadness: "Yes, it's him."

The words Ke Haoran were mentioned again, and everyone seemed to be in a trance.

Thirty years ago, the King of Tang ordered the Southern Jin Dynasty to send red sleeves to Chang'an to celebrate the prince's birthday.

Such a tyrannical decree naturally aroused dissatisfaction among the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

However, due to the huge disparity in national power between the two countries, the leader of the Southern Jin Dynasty did not dare to show any slightness. On the contrary, some people in the Southern Jin military headquarters could not sit down.

They were unable to deal with the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but they were more than enough to deal with a song and dance troupe.

Outside Chang'an City, at the junction of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the practitioners of the Southern Jin Dynasty who had already been ambushing there raised their butcher's knives at Hongxiu Zhao.

At that time, a young swordsman riding a donkey and holding a green steel sword across his body appeared in front of them.

After that, the young man returned to Chang'an with Hongxiu Zhao.

Of course, all stories of beauties and heroes are similar.

Tang Xiaoxiao, the leader of the Red Sleeve Recruitment, fell in love with the young swordsman. Due to their status, the two of them were not in a legal relationship, but everyone knew that for Xiaoxiao, Ke Haoran could do crazy things.

Soon after, the grand event began,

The red sleeves led by Tang Xiaoxiao were recruited into the temple and never came out again.

The young swordsman was furious and killed people violently.

One hundred and eight masters of the Demon Sect lurking in Chang'an were all killed overnight.

Then the young man took the sword and swung it all the way from Chang'an to the Demon Sect's main hall.

The Demon Sect's Great Ming Sect was destroyed by one man and one sword, and countless Demon Sect disciples became souls killed by the sword.

Only some people followed Lin Wu to the far north and never came back.

Everyone's eyes fell on the opposite wall, where a yellowish portrait of a lady hung.

Her appearance is extremely beautiful, but the most infectious thing is her smile that comes from the heart.

"She just smiles," Jane said. Everyone looked at the portrait in silence for a long time and said sadly, "She is my sister."

"I knew a long time ago that there was no one else in that damn ghost's eyes except her."

"It's just that fate seems to be a little too cruel to them."

Everyone Jian looked at Long Xiao with somewhat confused expressions, just because she felt the soaring sword intent, which inexplicably reminded her of the figure she had not forgotten for a long time.

This handsome young man has no resemblance to that dead ghost, so how could he acquire such a sharp sword intent!

"Grandma," Xiaocao opened the door curtain from the outside, walked in, and said with a salute: "Just now, the palace sent someone to send a message. Your Majesty wants to invite you to the palace. Your Majesty has a cold attack. Your Majesty is so worried that she can't sleep all night.

sleep,"

"Your Majesty would like to invite you to the palace to accompany your concubine!"

"How could His Majesty suffer from cold illness? In recent years, his mind has rarely been devoted to government affairs."

"Why did I suddenly develop a cold disease?"

Xiaocao bowed and said: "The eunuch who came to announce the decree said that an important person came from nowhere a few days ago, and disappeared as soon as he entered Chang'an City. The Imperial Master arranged for people to search for so many days, but he could not find that person.

Master Huang Yang and the Queen couldn't sleep all night due to traces of him. Today, a great practitioner appeared out of nowhere in Chang'an City and did a great thing."

"Your Majesty was distracted by trivial matters, and his mind was trembling for a while, causing the cold to attack again."

"Your Majesty is afraid that your Majesty will also be exhausted, so you are asked to go to the palace to talk to your Majesty to relieve your worries..."