"Yu Pengfei, what are you doing these days?"

On the road leading to the Central University Hall in the Great Xia Palace, Yu Pengfei and Yu Fry, two small figures, walked side by side, and then the fair-skinned little girl Yu Fry, raised her right hand and put it to her mouth. Sticking out his tongue and gently licking the sweet candy man, his big eyes narrowed, and a soft inquiry came out.

When Xiaowa Yu Pengfei heard this, he hesitated for a few breaths, and then responded:

"I, I'm just following my grandfather around Shenjing City, since the opening of Shenjing Station, many people have poured into our Shenjing City all of a sudden, but it's lively, but this also makes Grandpa very busy recently. ”

After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, he gently shrank his right hand behind him, so that the little girl next to him could not see the wound that was torn apart by too much practice of wielding the knife on the tiger's mouth, and then his eyes lit up, and he said loudly:

"But do you know the fry, yesterday, just last night, a big incident happened!"

"I know, the battle between Your Majesty and Murong He's Holy Duel, and our Majesty has won!"

Speaking of this, the fry that was licking the sugar man showed a strong look of pride, his whole chest was straightened, and he smiled, as if he had won this battle of life and death, but the little baby Yu Pengfei next to him was also full of pride, and the expressions of the two were almost surprisingly consistent.

Then Yu Pengfei's eyes lit up, his fists clenched tightly, and a longing voice came out:

"I really want to see what a real monk battle looks like, it must be extremely powerful, and every step of the way. ”

"Then you should hurry up and be literate, the old gentleman said that if you want to practice, you must at least be able to read books. ”

As soon as the voice of the fry came out, Yu Pengfei's face next to him suddenly became bitter, and he patted his head with some annoyance.

After a while, Yu Yu licked the last bit of candy in his hand, and then squinted his eyes contentedly, looking at the large number of little babies in front of him, carrying small cloth bags to the lobby to listen to the lecture.

Suddenly, on the little girl's delicate face, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a slightly unhappy look, and at the same time, the pace that had been moving forward happily was also a little slower.

Seeing this, Yu Pengfei, who was beside him, looked ahead, his expression also changed slightly, and then his right hand quietly stepped back, ready to hold the handle of the wooden knife behind him.

I saw that on the road in front of the two, a group of little babies in brocade clothes walked in front of them, these people were headed by a fat baby, perhaps from a good family, so that the little babies who came were generally much taller than the surroundings.

Then the fry took half a step forward, and Yu Pengfei protected him, raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice:

"Fat Dun, with so many people, come to take revenge with great momentum? Are you going to be beaten by your aunt and grandmother again, what about your wooden sword that never leaves you?"

After the high cheers of the fish fry sounded, as usual, this chubby little baby was sure to open his mouth to fight back, although he would be beaten by the fish fry almost every time and couldn't find the north, but Wen Dou was never ambiguous, but today, not only him, but also the little babies who came behind him all lowered their heads, looking listless and demoralized.

Then the chubby little baby raised his head and looked at the fish fry, the corners of his mouth were deflated, and he said with a crying voice:

"The sword was lost by my father, in the morning, my father suddenly said that the sword cultivation is unreasonable, don't let me touch the sword again, wow!"

After finishing speaking, the little baby who opened his mouth couldn't control it anymore, crying and crying, and then the fish fry opposite it and the nearby babies panicked and were at a loss.

In fact, this little baby who was crying was just an extremely small microcosm of the Great Xia Sword Cultivation this morning, but for the person who used the sword when he woke up and found that the road ahead was cut off, this mood was far from being represented by crying.

It was the despair of the complete darkness and boundlessness of the future of the cultivation, just like a traveler who had been walking on the path of thorns, but suddenly found that the road in front of him had become an abyss, and at the same time there was a dilemma from which there was no turning back.

Therefore, this morning, when the light dispelled the darkness and hundreds of millions of people celebrated, there was a touch of sword cultivation that was as dark as the bone marrow.

White Emperor's Palace, Imperial Garden.

With the arrival of spring, the garden in the White Emperor Palace, which gathers the most cherished flowers in the vast land of China, has completely entered the season of recovery.

"Your Majesty, don't move, let the concubine see the wounds on your face. ”

Under the Xuantian Tree, a gentle voice sounded, and then Zhao Yu, who dominated the entire Great Xia, was wearing a black regular dress at this time, like a student who was listening to his teacher's lecture, sitting in a precarious position, motionless.

Beside Zhao Yu, Rouge leaned over, stretched out the fingers of her right hand, and after gently brushing it in a delicate small jar, she gently applied it to the young emperor's right cheek, her big eyes with a hint of fear, and continued to speak softly:

"Your Majesty, although this wound on your face is not big, it is still a little deep, and if you go up a few points, it will hurt your eyes. ”

Rouge leaned over and smeared it gently, so under the sunlight, Zhao Yu could clearly see a little fluff on the girl's fair face, and then the corners of her mouth were hooked, revealing a smile, deliberately raising the volume, and responding:

"This injury is not in the way, the edge on Murong He's sword is too much, so it will take a few days to heal itself, rouge, don't worry. ”

When Zhao Yu opened his mouth to respond, a little heat directly hit the rouge's face in front of him, and then in the eyes of the young emperor, rouge's cheeks suddenly turned red, like a sweet and delicious red apple.

Then Rouge blinked, straightened his upper body against Zhao Yu, looked at the handsome face of the young emperor, and continued to speak with a smile:

"Your Majesty, the concubine had nothing to do before, and she picked the essence of the flowers in this imperial garden, and combined it with the purification potion and the fountain of life to prepare this flower ointment, which may have some effect on this injury and can heal quickly. ”

Rouge's faint voice fell, and Zhao Yu's eyes lit up, because he felt that there was an extremely cool feeling at the wound, and after the coolness, it was numb and itchy.

Stepping into the realm of birth and destruction of the palm edge, Zhao Yu, who had extremely complete control over the whole body, could feel that the original sword dao edge at this wound was constantly dissipating, and at the same time, the wound was constantly healing, and it disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.

"The effect of this ointment is beyond my imagination, and it may be of great use in the future!"

For his wife, Zhao Yu naturally praised him without hesitation, rouge's eyes narrowed, revealing a big smile, she smiled, and the countless flowers in the imperial garden opened even more.

Smile and smile, purple and red have no color.