Chapter 283: The most uncomfortable is beauty

The enlightenment tool of the Blood Moon King!
Such Taoist artifacts are rare in the world.
But Chen Xinglie had an idea of ​​using this Taoist tool as a sacrifice to the Great Sword. He just thought that besides the Great Sword, there were not many mysterious Taoists around him, so he cut off the sacrifice of the Blood Moon. thought.
Things are precious.
Use it first.
As for the inheritance of the Blood Moon King hidden in this Taoist artifact, Chen Xinglie didn't care about it.
When the King of Blood Moon saw Zhu'er, he was so scared that he exploded on the spot, and when he was asked about the "stealing of fire" that year, he was so scared that he sent himself to the edge of the Great Sword... to die.
This can be seen.
When the King of the Blood Moon was not dead, and in his heyday, the martial art inheritance of this person was definitely far inferior to Zhao Yumeng's "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra".
Why should you care about such martial arts inheritance?
Chen Xinglie didn't even practice the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra, so how could he turn to practice the martial art inheritance of the Blood Moon King. He has not yet practiced to the land gods, and has the martial arts practice method derived from the female emperor of the upper realm, which is enough.
Even if he encounters a more mysterious martial art inheritance, Chen Xinglie will not replace the Void Condensing Sword Art that he is practicing.
Not only because of this sword tactic, even if it is inattentive and somewhat incomplete, it is still a low-grade tactic.
More because of.
This is the law of the empress.
Chen Xinglie has another profound meaning.
The underground temple of the king's tomb was quiet again.
Holding the crooked moon in his hand, Chen Xinglie turned to look at Zhao Yumeng and asked, "Does Zhu Er want it?"
Zhao Yumeng shook his head.
Seeing that Zhao Yumeng was not interested, Chen Xinglie no longer declined, and directly put that round of Blood Moon Daoist into his sleeves, holding Zhao Yumeng's fibrous hand, and returning to the original location where he had entered the underground temple of the King's Tomb.
"Ever night, no day, no time for me..."
Chen Xinglie murmured, and a dark tunnel rose under the ground.
The two followed the passage and returned to the ground.
Up to this moment.
It was dusk.
In the distance, there was a sunset hung on the horizon, leaving only the curved setting sun on the top layer, which had not yet descended.
Look far away.
This round of sunset that was about to submerge on the horizon was like the Taoist artifact left by the King of Blood Moon.
Dao Qi in hand...
This trip is worthwhile!
Chen Xinglie was refreshed and his footsteps were brisk. Together with Zhao Yumeng, he strode away.
but.
Just before Chen Xinglie left, there was a mist of water slowly emerging from the ground at the entrance of the underground king's tomb temple.
The sunset is depressed and night falls.
A tall, sturdy figure appeared in the water mist. His naked upper body was covered with scars. At first glance, people knew that he was a survivor who had survived many battles, and his lower body only wore a seven-pointer. Trousers, barefoot, no shoes, but spotless under the feet, the muscles are very strong, even the face is full of flesh...
If Chen Xinglie, who had already gone far, returned here again, he would definitely be able to recognize who this person was.
To the west of the Great Bo Dynasty, the number one master in the West Sea, Ling Henchao!
Ling Henchao's position in the Cangming Hall of the Xihai Martial Arts Sect is like Shang Qingkong in the Tushan Sect.
"It's no wonder that demon fairies like Gu Hu Meimei and Qian Yuzao were so shocked by Chen Xinglie..."
"Chen Xinglie is really nothing trivial!"
"Now, it has been more than a hundred thousand years since the shadow dynasty collapsed. Even this seat does not know how to enter the royal tomb, but this Chen Xinglie knows how to enter the royal tomb..."
Ling Henchao stared in the direction of Fenghua Street, pondered for a long time, and then walked slowly to the position where Chen Xinglie stood when he entered the battlefield, and then muttered in a deep voice: "Eternal night is no day, no time for me..."
Black light rises far and near!
In an instant.
Ling Henchao disappeared without a trace.
...
Fenghua Street.
Chen Mansion.
Li Qinglian had nothing to do, sitting in the pavilion, propped her chin, staring at the koi in the pond. From time to time, she lowered her eyes and looked in front of her. She only felt that the "flatness" on her body was very obtrusive. Then he sighed involuntarily.
Until Chen Xinglie returned to the mansion, Li Qinglian quickly stood up.
"the host."
Li Qinglian hurriedly came to Chen Xinglie and said, "Does the master want to eat in the house?"
After all, this little maid is a princess of a country, and the emperor's own emperor, even if she usually hides it well, she will inadvertently reveal the feet of a prince and grandson.
Ordinary people eat as soon as they eat, and no one can say to eat.
Such a thing……
Chen Xinglie met many times, but he didn't care much.
What about young ladies from ordinary big families?
What about the princess?
In Chen Xinglie's eyes, it doesn't matter whether it is a family lady or a princess, or even a family from the bottom of the society. Anyway, it's just a little maid. The origin of her identity is irrelevant.
On the contrary, Chen Xinglie cared more about Your Excellency A Chou, and asked, "Where is A Chou?"
Li Qinglian replied: "Ms. A Chou is in the study. Today, she is studying with Taifu Gongsun and Miss Gongsun. She is very diligent. She hasn't eaten until now, saying she wants to wait for the master to come back."
"Yes." Chen Xinglie nodded slightly.
"Xiaoqing went to inform the young lady at once." Li Qinglian hurriedly left, and soon led A Chou to Chen Xinglie's side, and at the same time let the people in the mansion set up a table full of wine and food.
Zhao Yumeng doesn't like drinking.
Chen Xinglie remembered this and took out a bottle of Wangzai milk, just like the last time Zhao Yumeng was invited to drink milk, gently erased many trademarks on the can, leaving only the slanted eyes laughing "Wang The little boy pattern and the word "Wang Tsai".
Zhao Yumeng blushed a little when he saw these two words. After Li Qinglian closed the door and left, he whispered: "Chen Lang."
Chen Xinglie raised his eyes and said, "What's the matter with Zhu Er?"
Zhao Yumeng's voice became lower and asked, "Does Chen Lang like children very much?"
A Chou sat aside, he couldn't help being a little dazed when he heard this, and pricked his ears to listen.
Just because in the entire city, there is only A Chou herself, a child.
In A Chou's eyes, this matter is closely related to her.
Chen Xinglie nodded and said, "Cute kid, of course I like it. But why did Zhu Er ask about this?"
Zhao Yumeng did not answer directly. He just picked up Wangzai's milk, took a sip, then put the can on the table, staring at the word "Wangzai", and said: "If Chen Lang likes it, you can tell Zhuer directly ."
The meaning of this sentence is obvious.
If you like children, you can make one yourself.
Chen Xinglie was a little surprised.
He had known for a long time that although Zhao Yumeng didn't speak much, he thought of the problem in a straightforward way.
But never thought of it.
Fairy Yumeng's way of thinking has reached this point directly.
This……
How can this make people stand up?
The most difficult to accept the grace of beauty!