I Am Yang Guo. If I Have a Son, I Will Have a Hundred Years of Cultivation.

When Yang Guo heard this, his expression remained as calm as water. He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently held Gongsun Lu'e's soft, boneless jade hand beside him. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said softly: "Life passes by for hundreds of years, even if you are wandering in the rivers and lakes, you always need a little quiet time. The scenery of Jueqing Valley is pleasant, quiet and quiet, for me. , Is indeed a good place to rest and recuperate. As a dignified prince of Mongolia, you are responsible for governing the country, so you should focus on how to properly handle national affairs. However, now that you are so obsessed with martial arts, you have traveled thousands of miles to get here. Aren't you worried that this will delay your country's military affairs? " Sihanfei raised his head and let out a burst of hearty laughter, which shook the whole country: "Hahaha, our great Mongolian country has always been full of talents, and there will be capable people to handle the administrative affairs properly. And I, Sihanfei, have nothing else to seek in this life, I only want to pursue the highest realm of martial arts wholeheartedly. All the peerless martial arts in this world, I We are all eager to experience it personally. In my opinion, why don't you and I put aside our old grudges for the time being and work together to find the place where Senior Dugu Qiufei lives? If we can get some benefit from it, we will share it fairly and each will get what he needs. What do you think?" When Jinlun Dharma King standing aside heard this, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and snorted heavily: "Brother, why are you so nagging with him! This Yang Guo killed my disciple and caused such a blood feud. If I can't avenge him, how can I, Jinlun Dharma King, have any face?"