Chapter 425: The Emperor's Plan for Hegemony Comes to Nothing

When Li Lin spoke, his ‘gaze’ closely followed Li Canghai’s graceful figure.

The martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect were indeed elegant, beautiful, and graceful.

It made Li Canghai look even more like a fairy.

When you see a real fairy, you naturally have to look at her a few more times.

After all, a real fairy can be seen directly and defined, not like Cthulhu who cannot be defined.

“It’s amazing,” Li Lin couldn’t help but look at the girl beside him again, “It’s obviously the same face, but with a mole and dimples, it’s like a completely different person.”

As the incarnation of Xia Meng, the most beautiful girl in Jin Yong’s eyes, Wang Yuyan is naturally very beautiful, but if she is a camellia with a little dew on the edge of a cliff in the morning, then Li Canghai is like a slender bamboo sea.

But in any case, both of them are full of a classical charm.

It is something Li Lin has never seen before.

Although Tonks has played roles such as Zhao Linger, Wang Yuyan, and Zixuan, this is only a one-to-one comparison of appearance and figure. The temperament and charm contained in it are completely different.

It is like the Longjing shrimps imitated by mediocre hands. Although there is tea fragrance and sweet shrimp meat, the two are clearly distinct and cannot be integrated to promote each other and achieve success.

Wang Yuyan did not realize that Li Lin was comparing her with Li Canghai. She even thought of Tonks and thought of the following three ways.

Otherwise, she would not be so calm. She just pointed at her lips with a finger that seemed to be carved from white jade and asked, "My aunt and my grandmother have the same face?"

Then her chest rose and fell, "Fortunately, it's just the face."

Huang Rong, who came over with a porcelain plate, teased, "Are you afraid of your lover brother--" The voice was prolonged, and the smart eyes wandered over Wang Yuyan and Li Lin for a moment, "You should eat something to fill your little jealous jar first."

There were three bowls of dishes and three bowls of white rice on the plate.

The first two bowls were not special, but they were fragrant. If you just look at them, they looked like ordinary roasted meat strips and steamed tofu.

Only the last bowl was completely different. The red, white and green colors complemented each other. The clear soup was green, with bright red cherries and pink petals floating in it. There were some tender bamboo shoots in the soup. It was more like a beautiful oil painting than a dish.

"Why is mine not there?" Wuyazi pretended not to know and interrupted.

"You, Lord Ya, will understand." Huang Rong rolled her eyes at Wuyazi.

Just like Li Lin would be obsessed with a beauty and lose his mind for a short time.

Huang Rong and Wang Yuyan, who were just beginning to fall in love, would naturally be moved when they met Li Lin, who was the same age and handsome beyond mortals.

Huang Rong has always been thoughtful and every word she said was not in vain. Although there are many ingenuities in the dishes she made, they are more reflected in the complexity of the taste and the simplicity of the dishes.

But since Li Lin came, the dishes have become more complicated, and more allusions are used. "Light rain swallows flying together" and "Thinking of precious lotus roots" are just ordinary.

"Let me see." Wuyazi, who looked like a crow, jumped onto the table and observed carefully. "This taste is dove meat. Petals and cherries must represent beauties. Lotus is the gentleman among flowers, and bamboo shoots and lotus leaves refer to gentlemen."

"Gentlemen and beauties, doves, that's obvious."

"The first chapter of the Book of Songs is: 'The orioles are singing on the island of the river, and the gentle lady is the ideal match for the gentleman'."

"The meaning is probably obvious."

Because he was worried that his junior sister would find out, Wuyazi, as the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, skillfully threw the pressure away and gave it to Huang Rong.

But he still underestimated Huang Rong's boldness.

Her previous fragility, like Wang Yuyan, was caused by being in a foreign land and realizing that she might never be able to return.

As the daughter of Dong Xie, Huang Rong was not afraid to express her feelings.

So, following Wuyazi's words, she smiled and held up the soup in her hand, "Here - Brother Lin, 'Good Qiu Soup'."

Li Lin took the soup bowl, "The soup is delicious, and the person is even more beautiful."

Wuyazi, who did not see the result he wanted, set his sights on his granddaughter again.

Then he instantly began to feel sorry for his failure.

Yuyan, you should be more careful. Your best sister is seducing your man, why don't you react at all?

Wuyazi really wanted to say that.

But if we ignore blood ties, Huang Rong, who is lively, cute, sweet, good at cooking, and knowledgeable, is more favored by him.

And this granddaughter who always complains about herself, but is beautiful in appearance and has a photographic memory, he feels more pity for her.

So, Wuyazi said nothing, but looked at his granddaughter with a look of "you should stand up quickly"

Wang Yuyan didn't care. After experiencing the betrayal of her cousin, her mother, the maid who served her, and all the people she was familiar with disappeared, she didn't pursue the so-called one-lifetime couple. On the contrary, she preferred to be lively.

She was always quiet and didn't like to talk. She preferred lively people around her.

If Huang Rong was a man, she would have fallen in love with him long ago.

Now this situation is what she wants to see most.

Huang Rong is the same. She was accompanied by her father, the mute servant, and the old naughty boy since she was a child. Suddenly, she came to a hundred years ago. She had no one to rely on, and became the support of another little girl and found her own value.

In addition, she was the daughter of the East Evil Cult that despised etiquette, so she didn't care that Li Lin had other people, let alone that this person was Wang Yuyan.

So, in Wuyazi's eyes of seeing ghosts, Li Lin began to hug left and right openly.

Can it be like this?

"Can it be like this?" Murong Fu exclaimed.

This was the forty-second time he tried to escape.

His transformed animal army immediately turned against them as soon as the dragon shadow passed by.

This made him almost forget the shame he felt when he discovered that Qiao Feng had just let them go.

"How can it be like this?" Little did he know that Qiao Feng thought the same way.

After learning that Emperor Song was dead, he originally planned to capture the two of them as soon as possible.

But who would have expected that the masked man who could control the [Explosive Curse] with his flesh suddenly changed his style, opened and closed his moves, and no longer evaded, as if he was begging for death.

Murong Fu began to think of ways to escape.

Inspired by the masked man's desire to die and Murong Fu's potential to survive, Qiao Feng was really stumped by them for a while.

And when Qiao Feng quickly adapted, he was reluctant to take on such a good sparring partner right away.

Various bizarre uses of the Patronus Charm were discovered and formed by him in battle.

Qi transforms into the physical body, seizes the mind, restores energy, dispels fatigue, calms the mind, relaxes the muscles, activates blood circulation, and increases skill.

Taking away Murong Fu's control over his transformed creations was just a small discovery.

But his greatest discovery wasn't these uses of the Patronus Charm.

It was the strange attitude of the masked man.

As a martial artist, reading his opponent's fighting habits, good or evil, from his moves is just his basic skill.

Not to mention, due to the improvement of the Patronus Charm, he seems to have developed the ability to read minds.

If Murong Fu felt envy, jealousy, and hatred towards him, then this masked man felt nothing but love.

Combined with the [Devil-Conquering Palm] used by this masked man, and the figure that never appeared except at the beginning

The dragon shadow wandering in the sky turned into a human form again, a look of sadness flashed in its eyes, "Could it be that you are?"

"No," the masked man thought of a terrible possibility and denied it wildly, "No, I'm not!"

At the same time, he waved a palm towards Murong Fu who was about to take this opportunity to sneak away. Murong Fu transformed into a suit of armor in time to protect his body.

Seeing the big man's reaction and actions, Qiao Feng confirmed his thoughts, "Why do you want to..."

The masked man also confirmed that his guess was correct. He regretted why he didn't destroy Qiao Feng's chest tattoo while he was still young, and at the same time had the urge to recognize his son immediately.

This expression, these tears, and this martial arts made Xuanci, who had restrained Emperor Song's body and arrived at the front mountain, think of his junior brother Xuanku. As for his body shape, maybe junior brother Xuanku had awakened the transformation spell. After all, the body shape can be changed, and the achievement of [Devil-Subduing Palm] cannot be imitated.

"Let him go." Xuanci sighed.

"Me?" Murong Fu was already crazy about running away. He was overjoyed and prepared to retreat, but then he was crushed to the ground by Xuan Ci's huge palm.

Qiao Feng was originally prepared to dismiss Murong Fu as a fart, because Murong Fu did not do anything evil. In this world, Murong Bo did not have a sudden cerebral congestion, blaming his son in various ways, making it more difficult to rebel.

But seeing Xuanci take action, he gave up this plan.

It can be seen that Qiao Feng no longer pays attention to his son, and is ready to deal with his troubles. He Bao BuTong said: "Master, just run away, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Yuanshan mistakenly thought that Xuanci knew that he was not dead, and wanted to let him go out of guilt, "I don't need your pity! Feng'er, I must die here!"

Xuanci: This attitude, well, is not bad for my junior brother who is always not nice to me!

Qiao Feng: Although the sound is wrong, you still call me Feng'er so sincerely, so you are definitely a master.

So they both watched silently, as if Xiao Yuanshan was nothing but air.

Xiao Yuanshan, who was about to commit suicide to destroy the last evidence that Qiao Feng was a Khitan, was originally ready to take action, but when he saw that Yale Dashi and Tong Guan, whom he had adopted since childhood, were still alive and had pleading eyes, he flew away anyway.

But before leaving, he gave Murong Fu another slap.

Murong Fu, who was almost exhausted, tried his best to conjure up an iron plate to block the attack, then vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Feng BoE and Bao BuTong rushed out of the crowd, no longer covering up, and helped Murong Fu up.

"If you want to kill, just kill. I want to die with you."

"No, no, Gang Leader Qiao has a kind heart, and Abbot Xuanci is a monk. How could he kill defenseless people like us?"

Qiao Feng was moved by the loyalty of the two men, "The death penalty can be avoided and the life penalty cannot be avoided."

Xuanci then said, "Everyone, please stay in the Discipline Academy for the rest of your life."

Of course Murong Fu didn't want to die. He didn't have a son yet.

However, he fainted. Feng BoE and Bao BuTong made the decision for him and nodded repeatedly.

In the bamboo house, Wang Yuyan, immersed in happiness, slightly thought of her mother.

Wu Yazi looked at his granddaughter and asked with his eyes whether he wanted to take action.

Wang Yuyan shook her head. Being imprisoned for life, being forced to eat vegetarian food, and giving up the great cause of the imperial throne would be more uncomfortable for her cousin than death.

She is not sad about her mother's death. Her mother deserved to die for the sins she committed.

Her hatred for Murong Fu came more from betrayal and the death of her maid.

"What's wrong?" Xuanku returned to the front mountain, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Qiao Feng and Xuanci looked at each other.

If they watched Ultraman, they would definitely understand the strange emotions in their hearts.

When Ultraman disappeared, the team members who also disappeared returned under the sunset.

They further confirmed that the masked man was Xuan Ku.

"It's nothing," Qiao Feng was never used to lying. He saw the body of Emperor Song, "The official is dead."

Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name and said calmly, "I'm thinking about what the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin should do after the official disappears-"

"Of course it's Boss Qiao." Tong Guan continued, "Everyone has no children, and they regard Boss Qiao as their own brother, so naturally they should be brothers after the end of their lives."

"If it's you, Feng'er." Xuan Ku pondered for a moment, "You will definitely do well."

Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng looked at each other again, and the big man was Xuan Ku, sure!

Xuan Ci nodded, "We are outsiders after all. If it's you, Boss Qiao, I have no objection."

The beggars and monks in the audience seemed to have completely forgotten the previous conflicts, and shouted "Boss Qiao" with the heroes to express their support.

This even included the people who had caused trouble before and were captured and left behind.

This was the scene Murong Fu saw when he woke up, so he fainted again.

At this moment, the beautiful girl had appeared in front of the cliff where the forces of Lingjiu Palace were sitting, tilting her head and thinking, "Is it the eldest sister?"

Crack!

An undisguised Apparition voice sounded.

"It's me." The tall, straight, graceful woman nodded, "Junior Sister, haven't seen you for many years."

A good time to strike up a conversation!

"It's not you." Li Lin appeared silently, "The direction you sensed is not wrong."

The slender fingers hooked slightly, as if hooking the clouds in the sky, a wisp of white mist-like gas split into two filters as Li Lin's fingers moved, and appeared in front of the two girls.

"The taste of Beiming Magic." The graceful woman frowned.

For the first time, the beautiful girl's fairy-like face showed human emotions, which were disgust and remembrance. "Sister or senior brother?"

"Wuyazi?" The elegant woman snorted coldly, "He died a long time ago. Our leader died at the hands of his own apprentice."

As the head of Lingjiu Palace, she was extremely sensitive to news. After Wuyazi succeeded to the throne, he abolished the tradition of inheritance by martial arts and changed to studying miscellaneous subjects such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. In the end, he was knocked off the cliff by his second disciple Ding Chunqiu, who had higher martial arts skills but was not valued. She also knew about this.

"If you want to learn from our master, you should at least learn everything."

"You are still hiding it. You don't teach martial arts, but suppress them."

"Master at least gave me Lingjiu Palace and was very generous to me."

"Senior sister, be careful with your words." After listening to Wu Xingyun's ridicule of Wuyazi, Li Canghai gave a meaningful admonition, "After all, he is the leader chosen by the master."

Then he looked at Li Lin, "Young master, who are you?"

"Of course it's the pretty boy your sister found," Wu Xingyun said bluntly, "Who else could it be?"

She looked Li Lin up and down, "I am also moved by this face, not to mention your sister."

Li Canghai shook his head, "I don't think you are such a person."