Chapter 102: legend

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read2();　　 The environment in the Lingbo Hall of the Baidi Palace is always so suitable, maintaining the most comfortable temperature, even if Zhao Yu is outside the hall due to the severe cold wind in the northwest of Daxia Carrying a whole body of wind and frost, as soon as he entered the hall, it melted completely, and even felt a little hot because of the thick cotton robe.
In the Lingbo Hall, the middle-aged maid who took care of the old lady for the second half of her life gently turned on the heater, picked up the tongs and added some charcoal to it. The charcoal is Xuantian charcoal from Hexu Mountain, a small piece, but it can hold The heat at night.
　　 She looked not far away, the old and the young were lying chatting, and the corners of her mouth also showed a gratifying smile. Since the host of the White Emperor Palace came back, the old lady no longer had her previous sluggishness and sleepiness, and she became radiant.
Under the sway of the light, the old lady was covered with silk quilt, lying on the chair, one hand tightly grasped Zhao Yu's hands, the old lady's hands have thick calluses, which is the mark left after holding the sword for many years , She is by no means a vase that has the reputation of being the number one beauty in the world, she is also a monk with a strong cultivation base.
Zhao Yu is a little hot, so his face is slightly red, which makes him more beautiful and beautiful. With two blood on the eyebrows, the Tu Shengwen is shining, as if it exudes endless temptation, attracting all intelligent creatures, and get it. , And then occupy it.
　　 The old lady opened her slightly closed eyes, looked at Zhao Yu's face, her eyes were kind, and she said softly:
　　 "Every time I see your eyes, nose, and the Tu Sheng pattern on your eyebrows, I can't help but think of the old man, your grandfather, you are more like him than your father."
　　 "Grandma, many people say that I am like a grandpa, whether I look like my eyes or nose."
　　 After hearing this, Zhao Yu laughed and couldn't help joking.
　　 "Long looks, the temperament is also the same, you don't know that when your grandfather is as old as you, the temperament is exactly the same as you, always pretending to be old, like a little old man."
As if remembering an interesting story in the past, the old lady couldn’t help but laughed, laughing while gestures: "Your grandfather’s eyebrows also have cinnabar patterns like yours, red and gorgeous. Every time I can’t help but poke one. Poke, your grandfather said that I was more domineering than Dadao, his cinnabar pattern is a bit more, there are seven lines! The whole shape is like a red lotus, very beautiful."
　　 is full of surprises!
　　 The hand of Zhao Yu held by the old lady trembled slightly.
　　 The founding emperor of Great Xia, His Majesty Zao Wou-ki, with seven blood on the eyebrows, which means that seven saints died at his hands.
　　 Cut the seven sages, cast the mountains and seas, set the Central Plains, become a big summer, open the sky and walk the way, Zhaoji will stand!
　　The Emperor Wuji!
"Yu'er, so you go to the small world of endless mountains, let go, do it, go to make trouble, to scare foreign races, to let the younger generation of Daxia in awe, our Zhao family, so many cause and effect of heaven, it is not the same as usual resistance. I’m here, even Heaven’s Dao can’t destroy my Zhao family, and Da Xia can’t be destroyed. What's more to be afraid of."
　　 Under the light, Zhao Yu nodded slightly, showing a hint of warfare in his eyes.
　　 "Speaking of the small world, I thought of an interesting story about your master, do you want to hear it?"
　　 "Of course, I like listening to grandma talk about you when you were young."
"Back when your teacher was young, you should be as old as you, because you were just a fledgling sect, and you were tricked into a small world to open up wasteland by a big sect at that time. I think about it, it should be called the organ sect. The small world is full of dangers. So your master is like the first group of mice to be put in. You want to try the virtual reality in it. Unexpectedly, you encounter a foreign race. Almost all monks of all races are killed. In the end, only your master has one man and one sword. Walking out of it, still holding the heart of the world in his hand.
"From then on, in the vast Central Plains of China, the dream lovers of all the girls in the Three Rivers and Six Banks have become your master, and your master has a small mind. After that, you have caused trouble to the organ sect, which greatly reduced the strength of the organ sect. ."
　　 Zhao Yu couldn't help showing two dimples again, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes. Only when he was with the old lady, could he let go of everything and become what he should be at his age, and gently responded:
　　 "The ancients said that heroes come out of troubled times. This is true. Grandma's generation has had too many legends."
"Yes, but the legend is always going to end. In the future this summer, it will still be the stage for you young people. How about this time, is there anything you like in this Dao-wu contest? I will talk to Xiu'er and let her It was transferred to be your team."
　　Zhao Yu shook his head and said, "I found a few interesting people, but don't bother my aunt. Anyway, I will go to the small world together. I will come in contact with them myself."
"My Yuer grows up, so grandma won't worry about it anymore. Go back and rest early. You will go out tomorrow. Grandma is waiting for your good news. By the way, that girl Rouge, I like it very much. I like it very much, both are good."
　　The old lady looked at Zhao Yu and said with a smile, Zhao Yu lost her calmness and fled.
　　 Shenjing, Willow Lane, Zhenyuhou Mansion
　　 "Brother, you are going to the small world of endless mountains this time. As expected, all the young leaders of the foreign race will not be absent. You have to be careful."
　　 The second son of Zhenyuhou, Lin Xiao, looked under the eaves, standing with his hands upright, and said with a slightly worried expression.
　　 "It's okay, I can't help but look forward to cutting off the head of the foreign race, and the mysterious Royal Highness, the meeting with him, I have been waiting for a long time."
"I also need to go."
　　 Zhao Yu, who had just returned to the bitter tea house, heard the girl Rouge's big talking eyes flashing, and she said very serious words.
　　 "I'm going to kill people, what are you doing, a girl who has no cultivation skills?"
　　 Zhao Yu took off the big cloak that was draped outside and handed it to Liang Po, who was aside, and a faint voice sounded.
"I want to go."
　　 Rouge girl’s tone was as serious as ever, as if she couldn’t bear to refuse any words she said.
　　 "Why?" Zhao Yu's ebony pupils looked at Girl Rouge.
　　 "Because I miss you if I don't go, I want to go."
　　 "There will be danger and death, are you afraid?"
　　 "Don't be afraid, if you don't take me, then you won't be able to drink any bitter tea in the future."
　　 Rouge girl lifted her chin slightly, threatening a little proudly.
　　 "Well then, go and pack your things, and you will leave at around noon tomorrow."
　　 Zhao Yu, who was stabbed in the underbelly, was finally defeated, but for some reason, watching the back of the rouge girl leaping away, she was a little happy, slightly sweet, and fulfilling.
　　Perhaps, that is the feeling of heartbeat?