Chapter 2824 Xu Pingfeng, the Unworthy Son, Daddy Xu Loves Me

"Why didn't you borrow the Demon Sealing Nail from the Buddhist sect earlier? Why did you borrow the treasure now?"

Xu Qian'an continued to ask. He wanted to use this to delay time and let more people come to rescue him. He was not unprepared. He had anticipated this day and laid a backup plan.

"I need to wait for Wei Yuan to die in battle and for Xu Zisheng to retreat!"

The white-robed sorcerer showed a bit of solemnity on his face, and his tone was full of fear of the two. Whether it was Wei Yuan, a second-grade martial artist, or Xu Zisheng, a first-grade sub-sage, they were not easy to mess with. Not only were they powerful, but they were also extremely wise and had a lot of wits. He didn't dare to act rashly.

Now that Wei Yuan sealed the witch god and died in battle, and Xu Zisheng killed Queen Jeanne d'Arc and stayed indoors, it was a good opportunity, so the white-robed sorcerer chose to take action at this time.

"And Emperor Zhen'd extracted the spirit of the dragon vein and shook the destiny of Dafeng. It is a time of turmoil. The Central Plains is about to be in chaos. It is a good time to start an army. It is also a great opportunity for me to take back my destiny!"

While speaking, the white-robed sorcerer did not delay his actions at all. Another golden magic nail was inserted into Xu Qian'an's body. The pain made his face pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he kept humming.

The white-robed sorcerer did not forget Zhao Shou. He looked up and opened the sachet again. One by one, magic tools and weapons poured out like money, filling the void again and attacking Zhao Shou. At the same time, he stomped his feet, and a series of array patterns emerged, turning into a large array, surrounding Zhao Shou, constantly strangling him, so that he could not get away.

Zhao Shou himself is a third-grade great perfection, and he is blessed by the sub-sage Confucian crown. He holds the Confucian sage carving knife in his hand, but he is still trapped by this white-robed sorcerer. It can be seen how powerful his cultivation is. He should be only a hair's breadth away from entering the first-grade destiny realm.

Actually, it is not right to say so. The white-robed sorcerer could have entered the realm of destiny, but because there can only be one destiny sorcerer in a dynasty, he can only stay in the realm of second-grade Qigong practitioner without enough luck.

The white-robed sorcerer kept inserting the magic nail in his hand into Xu Qiyan's body, trying to completely seal the monk Shenshu in his body. Only in this way can he calmly take back the luck in Xu Qiyan's body and promote to the realm of first-grade destiny.

Zhao Shou was not easy to deal with either. He once again launched the magical power of saying what he said and destroying all the formations around him.

"All formations are prohibited here!"

There was a crackling sound, a burst of light flashed, and the formation patterns collapsed one after another. Zhao Shou appeared in front of Xu Qiyan again, with a solemn look and sharp eyes, staring at the white-robed sorcerer.

The white-robed sorcerer was not surprised at all. He took out a yellow Bagua copper plate from his arms, with a smile on his face, looked at Zhao Shou provocatively, and said with a smile.

"If you have the guts, ban the use of magic weapons here!"

"Then you won't be able to use the Confucian Sage's carving knife and the sub-sage's Confucian cap. I'll take this opportunity to kill you, a third-grade life-making realm!"

The eight-diagram copper plate flew up into the sky and condensed above Zhao Shou's head. A hazy light shone down, and a large eight-diagram formation enveloped Zhao Shou again.

Zhao Shou was afraid of the consequences and remained silent. His strength level was not as good as the white-robed warlock. If he couldn't use magic weapons, he was not the opponent of the white-robed warlock at all. How could he tie his own hands and feet?

The warlocks were not strong in combat, but they had money and could spend money to refine a large number of magic weapons and formations, almost arming their hair. Such players who spent money were really hated. If the combat power was not enough, magic weapons would make up for it. It was disgusting.

It was a pity that there was no game official in this world to balance the balance between the various systems. Facing the players who spent money, they could only resist hard, and there was no other way.

The white-robed sorcerer withdrew his gaze from Zhao Shou, and slowly inserted the last few magic-sealing nails into Xu Qi'an's body. Monk Shenshu was completely sealed. Xu Qi'an felt a little desperate. If no one came, he would really be dead. He hadn't had time to enjoy the fish pond he had raised with great difficulty. Now he didn't know who would get the advantage.

"Do you have any last words?"

After finishing all this, the white-robed sorcerer looked at Xu Qi'an and asked very humanely.

"Can I not die?"

Xu Qi'an asked unwillingly, with a flattering smile on his face, but he cursed in his heart. He had so many godfathers who loved him very much, but he didn't expect to meet his own father, who wanted to beat and kill him. It was really a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was not bad!

The sorcerer in white shook his head slightly, dispelling the last bit of luck in Xu Qi'an's heart. He did not directly extract the luck, but raised his hand and kept writing and drawing in the void. The talismans and spells merged into the void. He was trying to break the prison on Xu Qi'an, which would take some time.

"Ka Ka!"

A few crisp sounds echoed, and the prison was erased by the sorcerer in white. He said with a smile on his face.

"I know you have made a lot of preparations, but it doesn't matter. I just need to shield the secrets on you, and everyone will forget your existence, and naturally they will not come to save you!"

After that, the sorcerer in white gently wiped Xu Qi'an's head, and the fate of the secrets suddenly changed, which changed the memories of many people.

The sorcerer in white grabbed Xu Qi'an's shoulders, and the figures of the two gradually became illusory and dim. After a slight flash, they disappeared from the spot and disappeared.

Zhao Shou broke the Bagua plate, looking confused. He looked down at the Confucian carving knife in his hand, wondering why he was here. The surroundings were in a mess. Did he just fight with someone? Where did the opponent go?

…

On the official road, Xu Pingzhi, who was galloping on his horse, suddenly looked confused. He reined in his horse and looked around. He didn't know what he was going to do, and murmured to himself.

"Why am I here and what am I going to do?"

When Xu Zhiping was confused, a voice came from behind and asked.

"Master Xu, what are you going to do?"

Xu Pingzhi looked back and saw Zhang Shen Yufeng, a great scholar from Yunlu Academy, coming towards him. This man was his son's teacher. He didn't dare to be rude and quickly held his hands in front of him.

"I, I don't know what I want to do?"

Xu Pingzhi looked confused, always feeling as if he had forgotten something, and felt empty in his heart, as if a piece was missing.

Zhang Shen looked helpless when he heard this, rolled his eyes, and said angrily.

"It's so good, why did you suddenly go crazy? Your wife and daughter are still waiting for you to come back in the academy."

Xu Pingzhi frowned and suddenly realized that he was depressed all day long because his nephew died in the war in Yunzhou. His daughter Lingyue even saw things and missed people, and shed tears. The younger daughter Xu Lingyin often wakes up crying at night, shouting for her elder brother. Sometimes she even thinks of her elder brother at the dinner table.

Therefore, in order to leave this sad place, Xu Zhiping resigned from his position as captain of the sword guard and planned to take his wife and daughter to settle in Jianzhou.

Xu Pingzhi came back to his senses, looked gloomy, sighed, and said sadly.

"I'm sorry. Ever since Ning Yan died in Yunzhou, I've been mentally disturbed all the time and done some inexplicable things."

Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at Xu Zhiping blankly, and asked in confusion.

"Who is Ning Yan?"

"He is my nephew. He died in Yunzhou at a young age."

Zhang Shen nodded. Although Xu New Year was his student, he did not have much interaction with the Xu family. This time, he was entrusted by his student Xu Cijiu to send the Xu family to settle in Jianzhou.

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Imperial Palace, Shaoyin Palace. Princess Lin'an was frantically looking for something in the study, her movements were rough, books were randomly thrown around, and vases were shattered on the floor.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what are you looking for?"

The personal palace maid was in a panic, with a look of horror on her face, as if she didn't understand why the princess suddenly went crazy.

Princess Lin'an stopped, stood blankly, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, she was very sad, her pear blossoms were raining, she was so pitiful, and she said in a choked voice.

"I, I seem to have forgotten something important?"

The two maids looked at each other, completely unable to understand what their princess was talking about.

Suddenly, Princess Lin'an saw a chessboard among the scattered books. Countless chess pieces were scattered aside. She frowned. She still didn't remember what she had forgotten. However, she instinctively felt that this chess set was very important. She knelt down and held on tightly. I hugged the chessboard and burst into tears.

"What did I forget?"

In the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, an invisible force passed by, trying to change some people's memories. In a study, Xu Zisheng was holding a scroll and slumped on a recliner. There was a small case next to him, with preserves and refreshments on his face. Comfortable, I flipped through the book casually, reached out to pick up the tea cup, and took a sip, enjoying it very much.

Although there are no red sleeves to add fragrance, there is fragrant tea and books, and I can steal a half-day of leisure, leisure and laziness, which makes people envious of this kind of life.

Xu Zisheng had just put down the teacup and suddenly stood up, frowning slightly, his face was cold, his eyes as clear as a stream shot out a cold light, he snorted coldly, and said displeasedly.

"Bold, I didn't interfere in your affairs, but you still dare to modify my memory, you really don't know how to live or die!"

After saying that, Xu Zisheng waved his sleeves, and a powerful righteousness burst out of the air and blasted into the sky. Countless destiny secrets were broken and reorganized, and memories appeared in the minds of many people again.

On the outskirts of Beijing, on the official road. Xu Pingzhi rode his horse in the direction of Yunlu Academy. Zhang Shen, a great scholar, took one step at a time and walked leisurely alongside the horse.

Suddenly, Xu Zhiping reined in the reins, his face changed drastically, showing anger and pain, and he roared.

"Xu Pingfeng, you are not a human being. Ning Yan is my nephew and your son, and you can actually do it!"

Zhang Shen's expression also froze, countless memories emerged, his beard and hair stood on end, and he said angrily.

"You don't want to be a son of a man, you're a poisonous tiger that doesn't eat its own children, and you even plot against your own own son. Xu Pingfeng, you're not a scholar in the first place!"

Xu Pingfeng also participated in the imperial examination in the 10th year of Yuanjing, and ranked first. He was the Tanhualang of that year. He was once very popular and everyone knew about him. Zhang Shen naturally recognized him and recovered the memories of many years. .

The picture in front of Xu Qian's eyes changed from blurry to clear. He found himself at the mouth of a certain valley. The valley was quiet, with withered flowers and grass, and bare trees. It was depressed and quiet.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes, sensed the temperature and humidity of the air, and breathed a sigh of relief. The climate was not much different from the climate in the capital. This meant that the first generation supervisor did not take him out of Dafeng or to the border. For anyone other than Wu Fu, For most high-level practitioners, tens or hundreds of miles are just one step away.

The white-clothed warlock raised his hand, put his middle finger against his thumb, and popped out a blood bead. With a buzzing sound, the blood bead hit the invisible air wall, causing ripples in the air.

"This is a secret place that I spent a lot of effort to build in the past. Only me and my descendants can enter. Not even the prison guards can enter. Forcibly breaking in will only cause this place to collapse."

The sorcerer in white carried Xu Qi'an and stepped into the barrier, penetrating the transparent ripples. The scenery in front of him changed completely. The valley was still a valley, but there were no plants and trees. There was only a huge stone plate engraved with various spells.

The stone plate was ten feet in diameter and covered almost every inch of the valley. As soon as he saw the stone plate, Xu Qi'an felt dizzy, like a pregnant woman who couldn't bear to vomit.

"I have carved this formation on and off for more than 30 years. A total of 108 formations have been combined into one. The attack and defense are unparalleled. Except for the first-grade supervisor, it is difficult for anyone to break through this place."

The sorcerer in white explained in a gentle tone, not minding telling Xu Qi'an the secrets of this place, showing strong self-confidence.

Xu Qi'an looked around and his eyes were attracted by a sitting mummy in the formation. The clothes worn by this mummy were rather strange, sewn with cloth and animal skins, with colorful stones hanging around his waist, and a layered sweat towel hat on his head. This is a typical southern Xinjiang clothing style.

The identity of this mummy is the old man Tian Gu from Southern Xinjiang. It was he and Xu Pingfeng who stole half of Dafeng's national destiny in order to use this destiny to repair the statue of the Confucian saint and reseal the Gu God.

Unfortunately, the old man Tian Gu was about to die and suffered a backlash from his destiny. He had no time to return to Southern Xinjiang and died outside the capital.

"That was the old man Tian Gu. He suffered a backlash from his destiny and died here. Stealing destiny requires a price. Even if it is to extract the destiny in your body, it is the same, but the size of the backlash is different!"

Xu Qi'an retracted his gaze and looked up at his father. The white mist covered his face and he could not see his appearance clearly. He sighed and asked.

"Do I have to die?"

"You can take whatever destiny you want. I don't care!"

The white-robed sorcerer was busy at the side, constantly carving array patterns and talismans to prepare for extracting the destiny in Xu Qi'an's body. He looked up when he heard the words, his face was extremely calm, and he said in a deep voice.

"That's not the case. If you can cultivate to the level of a second-grade martial artist, you won't die even if your luck is withdrawn!"

"But you are only at the level of a fourth-grade artistic conception now. I can't wait!"

"Now that Wei Yuan died in battle, Emperor Zhend'Ah fell, and the dragon vein luck has dispersed, the trend is rolling, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. I need to seize the opportunity to advance to the first-grade destiny. If I really wait until you become a second-grade martial artist, it will be too late!"

The white-robed sorcerer said this with a bit of fear on his face, and explained again.

"More importantly, if you cultivate to the level of a second-grade martial artist, even I will find it difficult to subdue you. Although a martial artist is crude, his combat power is strong, suppressing other systems!"

Xu Qian'an showed a bit of dissatisfaction on his face when he heard this. What's wrong with a martial artist? Is he eating your rice or wearing your clothes? Everyone who talks about martial artists has to say that they are crude, which is really annoying.

In the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, Xu Zisheng's eyes flashed with a clear light. His eyes penetrated the space and saw Xu Qian'an and the white-robed sorcerer in the formation. Hearing this, he frowned and muttered, as if thinking about something.

"A second-grade warrior?"

Xu Zisheng took out a sachet from his arms. The sachet was bulging, as if it was filled with something. He opened the sachet and poured out the contents. A blood-colored crystal pill came into view.

"Xu Pingfeng has been involved in the refining of this blood pill. The blood debt of Chuzhou has not been settled yet. Well, I will help Xu Qian'an and let him advance to the second-grade Hedao realm. Let him deal with this rat who stirs up the storm!"

After saying that, Xu Zisheng threw the blood pill in his hand casually, and a red light flashed, breaking the void, drilling into it, and disappeared.

Xu Qian'an was frowning and thinking about how to get out of trouble. He didn't know whether his backhand would work, so he had to seize every opportunity to save himself.

Suddenly, Xu Qi'an's body trembled slightly, and a huge amount of blood and qi merged into his body, washing his tendons and marrow, as mighty as the sea, surging and impacting the shackles of martial arts.

"Boom!"

An illusory voice sounded from Xu Qi'an's mind, and the third-grade immortal body broke through. Xu Qi'an's expression remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed slightly, and ecstasy appeared in the depths of his eyes. I don't know which father helped him again. He actually broke through the third-grade martial artist effortlessly, and the huge blood and qi in his body was still constantly impacting a higher realm. He felt vaguely that he seemed to break through the second-grade Hedao realm. Although the realm was a little behind, the blood and qi energy had reached it.

"Boom!"

Like a volcanic eruption, magma gushed out, Xu Qi'an's whole body shook, nine magic nails flew out directly from his body, and an extremely powerful momentum surged from his body, the wind and clouds gathered, the void shook, and array patterns emerged, flashing with clear light.

The white-robed sorcerer was shocked and looked back at Xu Qi'an. White mist surged around him, his eyes widened, and his voice of disbelief echoed around him.

"Second-rank warrior, how is this possible? Even if you took a tonic pill, it wouldn't be so exaggerated?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Xu Qi'an's mind moved. He really knew that there was a treasure that could help people break through the realm of second-rank martial artists. That was the blood pill refined by the King of Zhenbei who slaughtered 300,000 innocent people in Chuzhou City, but that blood pill was taken away by Xu Zisheng.

"It seems that Father Xu loves me so much that he is willing to give me such a treasure. I will go back and ask him if he still needs a godson? I can!"

Xu Qi'an showed a ferocious smile on his face, moved his hands and feet, and there was a crackling sound of bones in his body. He looked at his biological father with ill intentions and said coldly.

"I will be disobedient and unfilial today!"

The white-clothed sorcerer's expression moved slightly. He could naturally figure out what Xu Qi'an could think of. His face showed a bit of solemnity and he said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect Xu Zisheng to think so highly of you and gave you the blood pill. Now you have completely refined it, which I didn't expect?"

The white-clothed sorcerer misunderstood. He thought Xu Qi'an had already obtained the blood pill, and he didn't know that Xu Zisheng had secretly made a move.

Xu Qi'an naturally would not correct and remind the white-clothed sorcerer. Xu's father was paying attention to this place. He had someone to support him and was not afraid. Naturally, he had to vent his anger. Even if he couldn't beat his biological father, he had a godfather behind him, so he didn't need to worry at all.