Chapter 842
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It has been said that every meeting in the world is arranged by God, but it took a long time for the father and son, who have the same blood, to meet for the first time under such circumstances. This can not help but make people feel sad.
In fact, the tearful killing of his wife by the old king of Bei'an took place nearly a year ago. However, the mountain son standing in front of him still looks like a teenager because he was just born and was frozen in the ice by the supernatural powers. Until the birth of Guan Zhengqing, he was released by the great power teacher Shan Wenbai, and began to grow up formally.
Shanzi's face, which was disfigured in the battle of the southern barbarians, was covered with golden scales, which made him look ferocious under the gilded light of Jinluan hall. However, his right eye, which was full of blood and thunder, and the chorus from Jiang's blood flow, clearly told Jiang Yu that he was his son.
This trip to the snow plain in the far north made Wang's ruddy and smooth skin covered with wrinkles and dark spots. Even his white head was gray, and his whole person was full of twilight.
Half man, half dragon and dusky, this is the most direct state of father and son meeting in the ground of liulicheng.
After Shanzi's calm inquiry fell, the old king of Bei'an picked up the thunder and blood halberd that was about to fall on the Golden Dragon chair. He did not respond. Instead, he looked at the former with his negative hand for a long time, and then he said faintly:
"you don't look like your mother. She was very beautiful at that time. Your appearance was a little ordinary, and you didn't follow my handsome Jiang family."
"I have only one mother. She is an ordinary looking woman who has worked hard all her life. So I look ordinary. That makes sense."
Shanzi's eyes are full of nostalgia, because the woman in the small courtyard in the middle of the capital city once gave him the most meticulous care and the best warmth in the world. Then he looked at the deep and complicated eyes of the king of Bei'an and continued to say:
"you, king of Bei'an, are older than I imagined."
"The most powerful magic power in the world is time. Naturally, I can't resist it, so I also want to do something before I go to the earth."
After that, the old prince put away the thunder and blood halberd in his right hand, gently raised his hand to the mountain in front of him, and continued to speak softly:
"come on, this is the first time you and I want to see each other, so we should have a chat."
As the words fell, Shanzi's face showed a little surprise. Even in the side of the dark road, he held his breath and gazed at the Yunyan Tuoba on the high platform of the Jinluan palace in the distance. He thought that with the fierce and resolute actions of King Bei'an, he would directly kill Shanzi and completely cut off the last blood of Ying's previous dynasty, and the understanding continued A hundred years of gratitude and resentment.
"It seems that I underestimated my father's instinct. Maybe Guan Zhengqing did this, and he was gambling too!"
The murmur sounds from Yun Yan Tuoba's knowledge sea, and then a faint melancholy also appears in his eyes, because he has no father since he was a child, and there is no father's love. In his life, there are only guns.
On the high platform of Jinluan hall, after the old prince waved his hand, Shanzi did not hesitate for a long time, then slowly raised his feet forward, and gradually approached the old man who was not full of momentum.
The old king of Bei'an was also Shanzi's biological father, and as he walked forward, the throbbing of his blood became more and more intense. Finally, Shanzi stood quietly in front of him.
The tall and upright mountain is half a head higher than the old king of Bei'an, which makes the old prince who has looked carefully at him nod his head. The latter sits on the ground directly against the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall. While patting the floor of the platform beside him, he says:
"come on, sit down and talk. Your height is in line with the identity of your other half of the royal family of Ying We know that the royal family of the Ying family was famous for its tall and powerful people. Even the women were generally higher than the rest of the people. Among the other 14 families, only the Liang family could compare with them in height. "
The voice of the old king's voice is not half cold and sharp. It is like a gentle old man who is talking about his daily life and sighing about his life. Therefore, the same golden dragon chair and the mountain sitting on the ground are dazed again in his eyes. Then the old king's voice rings again in his ear:
"my child, what's your name? ”
the old prince, who was on his way through the desolate snow plain, was very closed to the outside world at this time. Therefore, he could not recognize Shanzi, the rebel wanted by the summer, so he asked. After hearing this, Shanzi looked down at the golden ground under him and whispered to him:
"my name, ginger."
"Ginger, on the contrary, it's the mountains and rivers. These people who were guilty of Ying's family in the former dynasty played a good word game. This is to remind me at all times that I have so many descendants of Wang Jiang in Bei'an. In order to avoid the taboo of the imperial court, famous mountain people have always been taboo, but I can't imagine that they appear in you. I hope your majesty will not punish me."
The joking words of the old king of Bei'an diluted the killing of corpses all over the place, making the atmosphere in the palace of Jinluan much easier. Then Shanzi shook his head and said softly:"I was told before that my name is not Jiangshan, but Yingshan."
"No, your name is Jiangshan."
The old king of Bei'an turned his head and looked at the mountain beside him. At this time, some ugly and ferocious faces were full of serious color. Then the romantic old man, word by word, solemnly repeated the following sentence: "you are Jiangshan. You are the people of our Jiang family, and death is the ghost of the Jiang family!"
After a long time, the old prince continued to say:
"if you don't mind, tell me about your previous experience?"
As soon as the old man asked, Shanzi's expression suddenly became solemn. He straightened up his upper body, directly raised his hand to beat his chest, and performed a standard military salute. His voice was full of air and went out:
"you've seen his royal highness Bei'an at yulongguan, endless mountain in summer!"
The old king of Bei'an suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed bravely and desolately. The black robe on his whole body was flying around with his silver hair. However, with a smile, two lines of muddy tears rolled down his eyes, just like a crazy old man. Then the whole ruined underground hall was filled with laughter.
After a long time, the king of Bei'an, who stopped crying and laughing, looked at the mountain in front of him. He suddenly reached out his hand, patted the Golden Dragon chair beside him, and continued to speak softly:
"Shan'er, those people of the previous dynasty tried their best to put you on this chair. Now my father asks you, how do you feel if you want to sit on it
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It has been said that every meeting in the world is arranged by God, but it took a long time for the father and son, who have the same blood, to meet for the first time under such circumstances. This can not help but make people feel sad.
In fact, the tearful killing of his wife by the old king of Bei'an took place nearly a year ago. However, the mountain son standing in front of him still looks like a teenager because he was just born and was frozen in the ice by the supernatural powers. Until the birth of Guan Zhengqing, he was released by the great power teacher Shan Wenbai, and began to grow up formally.
Shanzi's face, which was disfigured in the battle of the southern barbarians, was covered with golden scales, which made him look ferocious under the gilded light of Jinluan hall. However, his right eye, which was full of blood and thunder, and the chorus from Jiang's blood flow, clearly told Jiang Yu that he was his son.
This trip to the snow plain in the far north made Wang's ruddy and smooth skin covered with wrinkles and dark spots. Even his white head was gray, and his whole person was full of twilight.
Half man, half dragon and dusky, this is the most direct state of father and son meeting in the ground of liulicheng.
After Shanzi's calm inquiry fell, the old king of Bei'an picked up the thunder and blood halberd that was about to fall on the Golden Dragon chair. He did not respond. Instead, he looked at the former with his negative hand for a long time, and then he said faintly:
"you don't look like your mother. She was very beautiful at that time. Your appearance was a little ordinary, and you didn't follow my handsome Jiang family."
"I have only one mother. She is an ordinary looking woman who has worked hard all her life. So I look ordinary. That makes sense."
Shanzi's eyes are full of nostalgia, because the woman in the small courtyard in the middle of the capital city once gave him the most meticulous care and the best warmth in the world. Then he looked at the deep and complicated eyes of the king of Bei'an and continued to say:
"you, king of Bei'an, are older than I imagined."
"The most powerful magic power in the world is time. Naturally, I can't resist it, so I also want to do something before I go to the earth."
After that, the old prince put away the thunder and blood halberd in his right hand, gently raised his hand to the mountain in front of him, and continued to speak softly:
"come on, this is the first time you and I want to see each other, so we should have a chat."
As the words fell, Shanzi's face showed a little surprise. Even in the side of the dark road, he held his breath and gazed at the Yunyan Tuoba on the high platform of the Jinluan palace in the distance. He thought that with the fierce and resolute actions of King Bei'an, he would directly kill Shanzi and completely cut off the last blood of Ying's previous dynasty, and the understanding continued A hundred years of gratitude and resentment.
"It seems that I underestimated my father's instinct. Maybe Guan Zhengqing did this, and he was gambling too!"
The murmur sounds from Yun Yan Tuoba's knowledge sea, and then a faint melancholy also appears in his eyes, because he has no father since he was a child, and there is no father's love. In his life, there are only guns.
On the high platform of Jinluan hall, after the old prince waved his hand, Shanzi did not hesitate for a long time, then slowly raised his feet forward, and gradually approached the old man who was not full of momentum.
The old king of Bei'an was also Shanzi's biological father, and as he walked forward, the throbbing of his blood became more and more intense. Finally, Shanzi stood quietly in front of him.
The tall and upright mountain is half a head higher than the old king of Bei'an, which makes the old prince who has looked carefully at him nod his head. The latter sits on the ground directly against the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall. While patting the floor of the platform beside him, he says:
"come on, sit down and talk. Your height is in line with the identity of your other half of the royal family of Ying We know that the royal family of the Ying family was famous for its tall and powerful people. Even the women were generally higher than the rest of the people. Among the other 14 families, only the Liang family could compare with them in height. "
The voice of the old king's voice is not half cold and sharp. It is like a gentle old man who is talking about his daily life and sighing about his life. Therefore, the same golden dragon chair and the mountain sitting on the ground are dazed again in his eyes. Then the old king's voice rings again in his ear:
"my child, what's your name? ”
the old prince, who was on his way through the desolate snow plain, was very closed to the outside world at this time. Therefore, he could not recognize Shanzi, the rebel wanted by the summer, so he asked. After hearing this, Shanzi looked down at the golden ground under him and whispered to him:
"my name, ginger."
"Ginger, on the contrary, it's the mountains and rivers. These people who were guilty of Ying's family in the former dynasty played a good word game. This is to remind me at all times that I have so many descendants of Wang Jiang in Bei'an. In order to avoid the taboo of the imperial court, famous mountain people have always been taboo, but I can't imagine that they appear in you. I hope your majesty will not punish me."
The joking words of the old king of Bei'an diluted the killing of corpses all over the place, making the atmosphere in the palace of Jinluan much easier. Then Shanzi shook his head and said softly:"I was told before that my name is not Jiangshan, but Yingshan."
"No, your name is Jiangshan."
The old king of Bei'an turned his head and looked at the mountain beside him. At this time, some ugly and ferocious faces were full of serious color. Then the romantic old man, word by word, solemnly repeated the following sentence: "you are Jiangshan. You are the people of our Jiang family, and death is the ghost of the Jiang family!"
After a long time, the old prince continued to say:
"if you don't mind, tell me about your previous experience?"
As soon as the old man asked, Shanzi's expression suddenly became solemn. He straightened up his upper body, directly raised his hand to beat his chest, and performed a standard military salute. His voice was full of air and went out:
"you've seen his royal highness Bei'an at yulongguan, endless mountain in summer!"
The old king of Bei'an suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed bravely and desolately. The black robe on his whole body was flying around with his silver hair. However, with a smile, two lines of muddy tears rolled down his eyes, just like a crazy old man. Then the whole ruined underground hall was filled with laughter.
After a long time, the king of Bei'an, who stopped crying and laughing, looked at the mountain in front of him. He suddenly reached out his hand, patted the Golden Dragon chair beside him, and continued to speak softly:
"Shan'er, those people of the previous dynasty tried their best to put you on this chair. Now my father asks you, how do you feel if you want to sit on it
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It has been said that every meeting in the world is arranged by God, but it took a long time for the father and son, who have the same blood, to meet for the first time under such circumstances. This can not help but make people feel sad. In fact, the tearful killing of his wife by the old king of Bei'an took place nearly a year ago. However, the mountain son standing in front of him still looks like a teenager because he was just born and was frozen in the ice by the supernatural powers. Until the birth of Guan Zhengqing, he was released by the great power teacher Shan Wenbai, and began to grow up formally. Shanzi's face, which was disfigured in the battle of the southern barbarians, was covered with golden scales, which made him look ferocious under the gilded light of Jinluan hall. However, his right eye, which was full of blood and thunder, and the chorus from Jiang's blood flow, clearly told Jiang Yu that he was his son. This trip to the snow plain in the far north made Wang's ruddy and smooth skin covered with wrinkles and dark spots. Even his white head was gray, and his whole person was full of twilight. Half man, half dragon and dusky, this is the most direct state of father and son meeting in the ground of liulicheng. After Shanzi's calm inquiry fell, the old king of Bei'an picked up the thunder and blood halberd that was about to fall on the Golden Dragon chair. He did not respond. Instead, he looked at the former with his negative hand for a long time, and then he said faintly: "you don't look like your mother. She was very beautiful at that time. Your appearance was a little ordinary, and you didn't follow my handsome Jiang family." "I have only one mother. She is an ordinary looking woman who has worked hard all her life. So I look ordinary. That makes sense." Shanzi's eyes are full of nostalgia, because the woman in the small courtyard in the middle of the capital city once gave him the most meticulous care and the best warmth in the world. Then he looked at the deep and complicated eyes of the king of Bei'an and continued to say: "you, king of Bei'an, are older than I imagined." "The most powerful magic power in the world is time. Naturally, I can't resist it, so I also want to do something before I go to the earth." After that, the old prince put away the thunder and blood halberd in his right hand, gently raised his hand to the mountain in front of him, and continued to speak softly: "come on, this is the first time you and I want to see each other, so we should have a chat." As the words fell, Shanzi's face showed a little surprise. Even in the side of the dark road, he held his breath and gazed at the Yunyan Tuoba on the high platform of the Jinluan palace in the distance. He thought that with the fierce and resolute actions of King Bei'an, he would directly kill Shanzi and completely cut off the last blood of Ying's previous dynasty, and the understanding continued A hundred years of gratitude and resentment. "It seems that I underestimated my father's instinct. Maybe Guan Zhengqing did this, and he was gambling too!" The murmur sounds from Yun Yan Tuoba's knowledge sea, and then a faint melancholy also appears in his eyes, because he has no father since he was a child, and there is no father's love. In his life, there are only guns. On the high platform of Jinluan hall, after the old prince waved his hand, Shanzi did not hesitate for a long time, then slowly raised his feet forward, and gradually approached the old man who was not full of momentum. The old king of Bei'an was also Shanzi's biological father, and as he walked forward, the throbbing of his blood became more and more intense. Finally, Shanzi stood quietly in front of him. The tall and upright mountain is half a head higher than the old king of Bei'an, which makes the old prince who has looked carefully at him nod his head. The latter sits on the ground directly against the Dragon chair on the high platform of Jinluan hall. While patting the floor of the platform beside him, he says: "come on, sit down and talk. Your height is in line with the identity of your other half of the royal family of Ying We know that the royal family of the Ying family was famous for its tall and powerful people. Even the women were generally higher than the rest of the people. Among the other 14 families, only the Liang family could compare with them in height. " The voice of the old king's voice is not half cold and sharp. It is like a gentle old man who is talking about his daily life and sighing about his life. Therefore, the same golden dragon chair and the mountain sitting on the ground are dazed again in his eyes. Then the old king's voice rings again in his ear: "my child, what's your name? the old prince, who was on his way through the desolate snow plain, was very closed to the outside world at this time. Therefore, he could not recognize Shanzi, the rebel wanted by the summer, so he asked. After hearing this, Shanzi looked down at the golden ground under him and whispered to him: "my name, ginger." "Ginger, on the contrary, it's the mountains and rivers. These people who were guilty of Ying's family in the former dynasty played a good word game. This is to remind me at all times that I have so many descendants of Wang Jiang in Bei'an. In order to avoid the taboo of the imperial court, famous mountain people have always been taboo, but I can't imagine that they appear in you. I hope your majesty will not punish me." The joking words of the old king of Bei'an diluted the killing of corpses all over the place, making the atmosphere in the palace of Jinluan much easier. Then Shanzi shook his head and said softly:"I was told before that my name is not Jiangshan, but Yingshan." "No, your name is Jiangshan." The old king of Bei'an turned his head and looked at the mountain beside him. At this time, some ugly and ferocious faces were full of serious color. Then the romantic old man, word by word, solemnly repeated the following sentence: "you are Jiangshan. You are the people of our Jiang family, and death is the ghost of the Jiang family!" After a long time, the old prince continued to say: "if you don't mind, tell me about your previous experience?" As soon as the old man asked, Shanzi's expression suddenly became solemn. He straightened up his upper body, directly raised his hand to beat his chest, and performed a standard military salute. His voice was full of air and went out: "you've seen his royal highness Bei'an at yulongguan, endless mountain in summer!" The old king of Bei'an suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed bravely and desolately. The black robe on his whole body was flying around with his silver hair. However, with a smile, two lines of muddy tears rolled down his eyes, just like a crazy old man. Then the whole ruined underground hall was filled with laughter. After a long time, the king of Bei'an, who stopped crying and laughing, looked at the mountain in front of him. He suddenly reached out his hand, patted the Golden Dragon chair beside him, and continued to speak softly: "Shan'er, those people of the previous dynasty tried their best to put you on this chair. Now my father asks you, how do you feel if you want to sit on it www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
