Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! The sixth floor is the floor with the most rooms in Juxing Pavilion.

But most of them are not used to house people, but to store things.

Scarcity is precious.

In fact, people are the same.

Because the rooms on the sixth floor are rarely used to live in people, if you can live in one of the rooms, no matter in the short term, those people will most likely be regarded as role models of the astrology world for many astrology masters to admire.

Over time, in the small world of Juxing Pavilion, this seems to be something innate, rather than some kind of rules and regulations gradually formed by the acquired nature.

Since you don’t think it’s a constraint, the resistance will naturally be reduced a lot.

Only Huo Kongshan, who was the first to move into the sixth floor, had a higher seniority than Cen Yishu, Yu Kuangya and others, personally established an exception with his practical actions.

In the blue sky and the sun, he was sleeping soundly in bed.

The dark stars and the moon are dark, and he gets up and moves.

If others want to break this rule, no matter their strength, status, intentional or unintentional, they will be hit by him mercilessly!

Taking the name of an empty mountain does not mean that it is an empty mountain.

According to a veteran sect who had made some achievements in the astrology and had just arrived in Longxi when Juxing Pavilion arrived in Longxi and was in trouble, he was recalled that he had just passed through the sixth floor and accidentally broke a wooden board in the stairwell. He was suddenly spread through the belly by a small object similar to a stone. He lost consciousness on the spot below his waist. He seemed to have been hit by a mute hole, and his mouth could be opened, but he couldn't say a word.

If it weren't for the fact that half an hour later, as a small stream of blood flowed out, the numbness began to dissipate on its own. He would have thought that he had encountered an assassin with a very high level of cultivation and would have been so stagnant that no one would notice.

When he felt that he had recovered most of his movement and was covering his wounds and about to leave, Huo Kongshan's figure suddenly appeared under the wooden ladder.

He will never forget Huo Kongshan's expression and eyes at that time.

He clearly raised his head slightly, but what he showed was a completely indifferent look down.

It was at that moment that he had the idea of ​​leaving Juxing Pavilion.

The reason why he still chose to stay later was because he discovered that the concept of Juxing Pavilion coincided with his long-term pursuit. Huo Kongshan seemed to have been warned of some kind and rarely took the initiative to leave the sixth floor. During the annual exchange meeting between old and new disciples, Huo Kongshan could not be seen at very important moments.

This veteran sect is Feng Qinghe's cousin.

Cen Yimao is the current head of Juxing Pavilion. Feng Qinghe, who has provided him with a lot of help, has naturally flourished. He has not yet known his destiny, and has already taken the position of Elder Siming. His newly established position and title are very envious.

If Yu Wuyi never came out, Cen Yimao would be the behind-the-scenes driver again, at least three-quarters of the matters in Juxing Pavilion fell on his shoulders alone.

The responsibilities that are difficult to bear cannot hide the temptation of corresponding rights.

Fortunately, although Feng Qinghe was called "one stubborn, two-faced" by Cen Yimao, he could really be as transparent as Qinghe at critical moments. The muddy roads in the world, the human-devouring Gu of power... The dirty patchwork made of it has planted a certain amount of truth in his heart, but he is always under the suppression of the growing star domain!

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Feng Qinghe held a page of paper and climbed the wooden ladder.

After many years, he did not follow the footsteps of that cousin and broke any wooden board.

Just when he thought about facing that strange face next, and in the blue sky and day that the other party disliked the most, his steps were unaware of heavy. Therefore, although he was thin, the sound he made when climbing the ladder was comparable to the movements of two normal adult men.

The wooden ladder that was not difficult to walk, he walked to the end and reached the flat ground, and felt sweaty on his body.

Interestingly, he did not really sweat. After looking at the right direction and taking dozens of steps, his sweat suddenly turned into chill.

Huo Kongshan had woken up early and sat between the corridors.

Under his seat was a rough straw mat, square and cool. The one he held in his arms was also a cool pillow with obvious marks and sunken marks. Even in the hot weather, it may not be comfortable to touch, let alone this winter day that is coming to an end in the year?

"Monster." Looking at the figure in front of him with a disheveled hair, Feng Qinghe murmured in a low voice. At the same time, the page of paper that Cen Yimao folded from a book was tighter and wrinkled by him.

Huo Kongshan yawned a big yawn first, then stretched his long and stretched his waist. He didn't notice Feng Qinghe, so he continued to sit on the straw mat, lowered his arms, picked up the cool pillow, and said to himself: "The warm pillow on the high bed is really not suitable for such a cold day."

Feng Qinghe hesitated, and did not dare to approach for a moment, and only said in his heart: "What are you talking about? The weather is cold, you can't prepare a high bed, and you can't get a warm pillow? This guy shouldn't practice in seclusion. He has reached the state of being obsessed with the treacherous state, and he doesn't even know the heat and heat!"

"It's bad. If he really goes into trouble, I'll have less trouble, but who will sacrifice the tiger soul wood to invigorate the spirit of the empty spirit?"

The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. Fortunately, Feng Qinghe took a step on the spot, deliberately increasing the sound, swelling up his energy, and swelling the silver-gray long shirt that had not been washed on Huo Kongshan for a long time: "Huo Kongshan, do you still recognize me?"

When his long clothes were swollen, Huo Kongshan, who had a bad nose, frowned, waved his hand, glanced at Feng Qinghe, and asked, "Are you saying hello to me, or are you avenging your cousin?"

Feng Qinghedao: "So, you remember me."

Huo Kongshan laughed loudly: "I couldn't even draw a black tortoise star talisman back then. I will never forget the bad boy who studied for several months before he understood the skin. He turned into ashes!"

Feng Qinghe coughed fiercely, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "I'm not talking about it back then. I'm now the elder of Juxing Pavilion. I'm here to find you..."

Before he could express his intentions, Huo Kongshan lay down and rolled on the straw mat, looking amused and crying.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a promising future, it's awesome! Elder Siming? Have you ever asked the Great Death and Shao Siming in the sky?"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qinghe was so angry that he was glaring at him. Huo Kongshan still added: "It's useless to ask. Even if they agree, as long as I don't lose my memory for a day, in my opinion, you are always the silly boy who can't even draw the Black Turtle Star Talisman. Even if you replace Cen Yimao and become the Pavilion Master, it's the same."

"The view of foolish men!" Feng Qinghe said angrily.

Suddenly getting up early, the mysterious Huo Kongshan seemed to be trying to "unordinary" to the end. He looked particularly good-tempered and said slowly: "It's too angry, but it's not good, it hurts the body. Boy Feng, I'm already old, and you're not very young, so don't learn from my youth."

"Learn from your second uncle!"

The catchphrase I often read when I was young blurted out. Huo Kongshan deliberately made a daze without responding for a word. In just a few breaths, Feng Qinghe felt a little out of control and turned to say, "After all, we are the same party, don't use provocation. If you beat someone, I can't stop him. If I scold someone, it's your turn to stop him! Also, in your opinion, I have never been Feng, who can't draw the Black Turtle Star Talisman, but in my opinion, you are not much better. You are a perfect Huo Crazy Man, who actually does something that is inconsistent with black and white. However, if you live for a lifetime, you hope to be good or bad. This time, I hope you can be awake."

Huo Kongshan got up leisurely from the straw mat and said, "I haven't even slept in the good times and I'm already awake."

Feng Qinghedao: "With your current state, can you sacrifice and refine the tiger soul wood?"

"Yes!" Huo Kongshan's answer was very straightforward, but before Feng Qinghe was happy, he poured a basin of cold water on him: "But I have no reason to sacrifice to refine the tiger soul wood, and I don't want to do such thankless things."

"Xu Ling was suddenly injured and unconscious. According to the Pavilion Master's speculation, it is suspected to be related to the number of heavens in the Ming Dynasty. Can you sacrifice and refine the tiger soul wood? "

"The Heavenly Dao Number... Are you saying that little girl attracted these two things?"

Feng Qinghe nodded repeatedly.

Huo Kongshan said heavily and said, "That should be helpless. Wait for the corpse to be collected. I will leave the coffin and I will invite the funeral. The kindness and righteousness will be done."

"Bastard! What kind of bird technique did you use when you open your mouth? You curse people when you open your mouth! Although Xu Ling often does things in secret, it involves the future of Juxing Pavilion, and like Yueli, he is the master's disciple. Do you have any sense of being a senior when you say such words?"

When Feng Qinghe was angry, hesitant in his heart, and he went forward and grabbed the cold pillow from Huo Kongshan's hand. When he was excited, he even knocked Huo Kongshan's forehead with the cold pillow!

Unexpectedly, Huo Kongshan said: "If you want to knock, just hit it harder. If I don't make me faint, how can I save that little girl?"

Feng Qinghedao: "What's the reason?"

Huo Kongshan took the cold pillow back and put it on his forehead to experience the feeling of ice. "I talk so much nonsense, I can think of it with my butt. When I am completely awake, will I rescue him with all my strength?"

Feng Qinghe squatted down and said, "I will say the last time that her Ye Xuling is not only Cen Yimao's disciple, but also related to the future of the entire Juxing Pavilion."

Huo Kongshan shook his head: "The future of Juxing Pavilion can't be withstood by her small body."

Feng Qinghe pointed at himself and Huo Kongshan, "Are you still the old guys who are no longer young?"

Huo Kongshan said: "The old guy is not much better than his small body. Half of his body has fallen into the loess. It is a matter of time to fall apart. I keep one of the items to continue my life. Now Cen Yima is thinking about it. I can't sleep well. I can't live this life. I'm really uncomfortable!"

Feng Qinghedao: "It's not that he wants it for nothing."

Huo Kongshan pulled the corner of his mouth: "You brought nothing except a page of paper. Use this thing to exchange for Tiger Soul Wood with me? You should learn more about my good habits before and go to sleep during the day."

Feng Qinghe gritted his teeth and handed out the wrinkled page of paper, saying, "Let's talk about it after reading it."

Huo Kongshan exhaled, blew up a long strand of hair on his forehead, and disagreed when he reached out to take it.

But when he saw the contents of the book on the paper, his face immediately became solemn.

In a trance, Feng Qinghe saw the scene that his cousin would never forget after seeing it.

The same look, the same breath.
Chapter completed!