Chapter 1285 Fairy Playing the Qin

"Oh? Fairy playing the piano?"

Ling Xiao's eyes drooped slightly, and an elegant and peaceful smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Of course I want to see it, so you can rest here."

After saying that, Ling Xiao took out a few bottles of pills from the Qiankun Ring and put them on the bed, "Here are some pills to help you practice."

"Thank you son!"

The five girls' pretty faces trembled slightly, and they bowed down.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao pushed open the palace door, looked at Xuanyuan Weiyang who had been waiting outside the palace, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Let's go, go and see the grand daytime scene of Emperor Shenwu's dynasty."

"oh."

Rarely, today's Xuanyuan Weiyang has a trace of resentment on her pretty face.

It's just that with her temperament, she naturally didn't dare to express anything in front of Ling Xiao, but turned around bitterly, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, but there was deep meaning in his eyes.

Human Sovereign Sacred Code.

This Xuanyuan family's inheritance scripture cultivates bloodline divine power.

But now, Xuanyuan Weiyang's Taoism is still shallow, once the original body is broken, it will definitely affect his future practice.

After all, Ling Xiao valued more on the upper limit talent of these Destiny Daughters than their beauty.

Today's Wudi City is still bustling and bustling.

I saw that on the ancient road, there was an endless stream of pedestrians and practitioners walking side by side.

Of course, in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, Ling Xiao and the two of them covered their faces with fairy clouds at this time, just for a moment of peace.

"Young Master, tell me... if one day I go to war with the forces of Qingcang in the extreme north, which side will you stand on?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang was close to Ling Xiao, her jade hand unconsciously resting on Ling Xiao's arm.

At this time, there was still a trace of sadness between her brows, which made people feel pity.

"Of course...the side of justice."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly. Based on his knowledge of the extreme north, although that area was desolate and barren, the barbarians living in it could be said to have a long history.

These barbarians existed even before the immortal clan unified the Nine Heavens.

Of course, to say they are barbarians is actually nothing more than the belittlement of them by the Qingcang forces.

The so-called barbarians refer to the kind of people in the human race who still believe in totems and follow ancient precepts.

Now the Emperor Xuanyuan Clan is enshrined in the Extreme North, and these barbarians are all headed by the Xuanyuan Clan.

However, according to Ling Xiao's speculation, now that the world is in trouble, the world lord is missing.

Whether it is a savage or a monster, they all have the ambition to fight for the world again.

And once the Xuanyuan clan was unable to lead them back to the Qingcang Realm, some people would feel dissatisfied after a long time.

At that time, the Xuanyuan clan will face great difficulties.

The reason why Ling Xiao has been moving to the extreme north is because he is waiting for... such an opportunity.

After all, Xuanyuanyue is her own mother, and now she is the head of the Xuanyuan clan.

He couldn't compete with his mother for the status of the overlord of the extreme north.

What's more, these barbarians are rough and unconvinced.

Even if Xuanyuanyue gave Ling Xiao the land of the extreme north, some people would probably feel dissatisfied.

The best way is to subdue them.

As early as when Xuanyuanyue returned to the Xuanyuan clan, Ling Xiao had sent dark guards to the extreme north.

As long as there is chaos in the extreme north, he can justifiably conquer this domain as Emperor Xuanyuan's son!

"On the side of justice?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang held her jade finger in her mouth, her little head tilted slightly, her eyes were ignorant.

This answer is indeed in line with the son's conduct.

However, the smile on the corner of his mouth has a strange feeling.

In the final analysis, the word "justice" is too ethereal and vain on this immortal journey.

All kinds of races and all sects are vying for heaven and earth, and for good fortune.

Although the barbarians are brutal by nature, they are also one of the living beings. Now they have been suppressed in the extreme north for 100,000 years, accompanied by wind and snow, and suffered from desolation.

Could it be that they are evil if they want to return to Qingcang?

"Young master...then...what is justice?"

"I mean justice."

Ling Xiao smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Xuanyuan Weiyang's head, "Let's go! This Xianyuefu is a rather mysterious sect in the northwest of Qingcang. Few disciples were born. It is said that a fairy from Xianyuefu appeared today This kind of opportunity to play the piano in Emperor Wudi's city is rare."

After the words fell, Ling Xiao ignored Xuanyuan Weiyang who was behind him, and strode towards the central bank in the city.

"I mean justice... what you mean, son... as long as I can be favored by you, maybe when he is happy, he will stand by the Xuanyuan clan?"

The confusion on Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face gradually dissipated, and a look of joy appeared instead.

When he looked up, he saw that Ling Xiao had stepped into the sea of ​​people, and he almost disappeared, his little heart suddenly tensed up.

"Young master!! Wait for me."

Although at this time, both of Ling Xiao's faces were covered by fairy clouds, but along the way, they were still noticed by many arrogance and powerhouses.

The kind of immortal charm permeating the whole body is really trembling.

At the same time, in the city of Emperor Wudi.

I saw a simple and magnificent high-rise building standing in the center, full of mysterious wood, overflowing with ancient charm.

In the middle of the pavilion, there is a golden plaque inlaid with four big characters carved on it, Yuqiong Xianlou.

In the fairy tower, there are already no empty seats.

Countless arrogance and evildoers from all over Qingcang gathered together

Hall, looking forward to it.

Xianyuefu, there are many rumors in the world about this Fangzong sect.

Some people say that Fang Yuefu was founded by a fairy of nine heavens, and his disciples practiced the zither and the flute and flute, and used music to channel the sound without sound.

Moreover, this Xianyuefu only accepts female disciples, each of them is like a fairy, with ethereal temperament and supreme cultivation.

It's just that this Fangzong sect is hidden from the world, and there are very few strong people born in the world, only disciples walk in the world, amazed for a while.

But now, one day before the wedding of Wu Hongsi, Princess Shenwu, it is a blessing that someone from Fang Xian Mansion is born, playing the piano and playing music, adding auspiciousness.

The hall of the ancient building was full of noise.

Countless youths from ancient clans and fairy dynasties sat scattered in the hall, sipping wine, tasting tea and burning incense, looking dignified.

And Ling Xiao also found a corner with Xuanyuan Weiyang, sitting in front of the case, waiting quietly.

Today's Yuqiong Immortal Tower is full of Tianjiao.

Many auras that are not weak are scattered in the palace, but... they are just not weak.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, these people have no luck, no different from ants.

Of course, most of the Tianjiao and evildoers who can sit here are from the real Dazong ancient clan in the northwest of Qingcang.

Because, today's entry certificate for the Yuqiong Immortal Tower requires... one hundred thousand spirit stones! !

This number is a sky-high price for ordinary clans.

But for some descendants of the ancient clan and the princes of the dynasty, it is not worth mentioning.

The wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, that's probably the case.

"Look!! Here it comes!!"

The uproar lasted for a while, until there was a sound of footsteps coming from the back of the hall, everyone's expressions froze fiercely, and they turned their heads suddenly.

Even Ling Xiao put down the teacup in his hand, looked up with a glint in his eyes.

But at this time, in a long corridor in the hall, an exquisite and graceful figure walked slowly.