Chapter 679 (1/2)

In the middle of Shenjing City, in Li Yi's small house, the smoke from cooking rises upward gradually.

Qinger, who went back to her mother's home, had some experience in cooking. Now she was busy working in the kitchen. Although the smell was not very fragrant, at least it did not have the pungent burning smell before.

This made Li Yi and Jiang Yue breathe a sigh at the same time.

In the small yard, Li Yi is either chopping firewood or sweeping snow. At this time, he is holding a broom and sweeping away the thick snow. Beside him, Xiao Wang Ye Jiang Yue also helps with the broom. Then the latter sighs heavily and says:

”brother Li, you say that the 90 years of the great summer calendar have just begun, and we have suffered great losses in this year It's going to be bloody. ”

As soon as his words fell, Li Yi, who was sweeping the floor, kept moving, but his cold face became more solemn, and his response was faint:

”if your majesty, who ascended the throne at the beginning of last year, is a sword that has not yet been completely scabbard, then this year, after accumulating in summer, it will completely show the edge that no one can resist, and you and I are the most cutting Front knife. ”

”You and I, who are tianhuijun, are born for war, so this year, you and I should not be lonely.”

Jiang Yue's voice was full of rebellious voice, with a strong smell of blood. Then he came to Li Yi with a broom in his hand. He lowered the volume and continued to say:

”you know that the existence of the forbidden Taoist spirits given by your majesty has a kind of connection with each other, so you must be able to feel the bottleneck clearly, Your majesty still needs an opportunity to really show his edge, and to break through this opportunity, we must need extraordinary means. ”

Before Jiang Yue's voice fell, Li Yi, holding a broom, stopped, narrowed his eyes and spat out two bloody words:

”Tu Sheng!”

”As I thought.”

Jiang Yue's right fist was pinched hard, and his eyes were crazy to the extreme, because these two words were too bloody. When he thought of Zhao Yusha's testimony, the blood in his chest almost burst out. Then he looked to the south, and his voice came out again:

”just a few days ago, I got the news, and in Guangzhou wide area city, there was A swordsman with the most sharp edge in summer wants to cut the sky

Zhao Yu, dressed in plain clothes, is sitting behind the imperial table, looking down at a memorial.

During this period of time, because he was busy with the funeral of the empress dowager, the memorials on Zhao Yu's desk had already piled up like a mountain. Among them, there was even a red envelope memorial from Guangzhou wide area city. The dazzling scarlet represented 100000 emergency!

Zhao Yujiang's red seal memorial was gently placed on the desk. Then he frowned slightly and fell into thinking. There was only a very short sentence on the memorial:

muronghe of wanjian Pavilion officially confirmed the impact on the sage, and it was a critical moment!

Since the disappearance of Zhao Wuji, the founder of the great Xia Dynasty, there has been no real saint in the whole 36 states. At this time, Murong and this Kendo overhaul, which was once recognized as the most cutting edge by Shenji Pavilion, could not be predicted by anyone.

The weight of the two words ”sage” can hardly be described and measured by words!

Just as Zhao Yu was thinking, a cup of steaming bitter tea was gently placed on the imperial table, and then the voice of rouge and glutinous sounded: