Five years ago, he fell into the Bijiang River, and it happened that he was saved by his master and his old man, and by the way, he also taught himself martial arts, let himself beat on the battlefield, and guided him all the way until he was crowned a prince.

There is the shadow of the master behind this journey, and no matter where he is, the master seems to be everywhere.

And Shang Jiu's words just now also raised a wave in his heart, not to mention whether what he said was true or false, but what happened in the facts revealed a trace of coincidence.

The surrounding Xiao Qi and the others also looked at the prince quietly, and they naturally respected the prince's master very much, because sometimes they would also point them out, but the words of the great master just now seemed to reveal a trace of unusualness.

His own prince is also surnamed Yan, five hundred years ago, five hundred years later...

It all seems to be strangely the same.

"Okay, don't think about it, the affairs of the Southern Regions are important!"

Seeing their expressions, Yan Chen knew that these people must be thinking hard about their origins.

But all this is obvious, he is a member of the Yan clan in Haiping City, and his family runs antique jewelry.

On the other side, the great master also returned to the cabin, carefully thinking about what he had just said, including Yanchen's every move, and suddenly a smile on the corner of his mouth, he remembered that Yanchen asked eagerly, it seemed that he was still concerned about this matter.

However, he didn't care what his identity Yanchen was, and now he doesn't have to be afraid of him, he has a master, and he also has an ancestor, if it comes to fighting, he will only lose both, I think Yanchen won't be so stupid, and he won't fight with such a person.

On this trip to the Southern Regions, I just need to make a good amount of money, as long as I have money in hand, I can't buy any pills.

Just when they were rushing to the Southern Regions, Cheyenne, as the lord of the Southern Regions, naturally prepared everything, since they were thinking about submission, they didn't have to prepare guns, just prepared some flowers, salutes, and welcomed them.

At this time, the entire transit station was also completely blocked, and the two of them were sent to meet the two of them by Xia Yan's eldest son Xia Pound and an old Taoist in Taoist clothes, but his face seemed to be a little displeased.

"Lord Wang, the Southern Regions have arrived!"

At the moment when Yanchen and them appeared, the entire transit station salute and flowers spread on the ground, which in the words of their southern region was so that they could welcome their most honored guests.

"Lord Zhengxiang, the great teacher! two people have come from afar, please!"

There was no mistake in the etiquette of the master of ceremonies on Xia Pound, and he treated the two of them completely according to the most standard rituals.

"Little prince. ”

"Little Prince!"

The two also hugged their fists at the same time, which can be regarded as having met.

"Brother Gu!"

Then Yan Chen looked at the old man in Taoist clothes, and suddenly snorted softly.

"Lord Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Yan Chen looked at this person a little strangely, and found that he was his ancient brother, when he came to the Southern Regions before, his favorite was the cloud peak tea on the top of Yun Mountain, but he didn't go to the Taoist temple at the foot of Yun Mountain, where he even got to know this strange ancient Taoist leader.

The two got together for a while, and later became friends who forgot their years, and they have always been called old brothers and brothers, but at this time, this old Taoist priest looked at him with a decent face, but called himself Yan Shi.

"It turns out that the two of you are in the old days! Then it will be much easier! The two of you will go back to the house with me! Father has already prepared a banquet, just two of them!"

Xia Pound saw that the two actually knew each other, and Yanchen was full of respect for this old way, and he couldn't help but feel praise for his father's method.

"Let's go!"

Yanchen said softly, but he was very satisfied with this Xia Yan in his heart, in the past, this Xia Yan was very good at doing things, but he didn't expect it to be like this now, knowing that he was coming, he even personally invited the ancient brother.

The vehicle galloped all the way, and it took two hours to reach the palace of the Southern Regions.

Cheyenne personally took his children out to greet him.

"Come in, two of you!"

I haven't seen him for many days, but Xia Yan took advantage of the gap to look at Yanchen a few times, back then this Yanchen was still a hairy young man with a sharp head, but at this time, he felt that he had restrained a lot, including the fierce murderous aura on his body.

"Come on, come on, sit down! You're welcome!"

Along the way, the great masters have seen clearly, this Southern Regions is really extraordinary, and it is exactly the same as what has been spread in the mouths of everyone, this place is indeed extremely rich.

looked at the sons beside him again, all of them were polite and polite, and there was no trace of domineering at all.

I couldn't help but cast a touch of contempt for this old man, with such good resources in his hands, but he did not achieve a royal business, such a person is full of poetry and books, and he can stick to it so well for a hundred years, which shows that the sky has the virtue of a good life.

The strangest thing about Yanchen on the way is this ancient brother, usually he is not like this, every time he sees himself, he always dedicates the best Yunding tea, and treats Yanchen as if he is his own brother, but today is a little weird, and he didn't say a word along the way.

"Since the two of you are here, let's try the specialty of our Southern Regions, rice wine, which is rarely encountered in other places!"

Cheyenne, the king of the Southern Regions, entertained the two very warmly.

During the banquet, no one mentioned the return of the Southern Regions, but they were all chatting about other interesting things, as if the few people present were like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, talking and laughing, and there was no trace of tension at all.

"Brother Gu, have a drink!"

Yanchen glanced at it a little strangely, today's ancient brother is definitely the strangest one, there are very few words during the banquet, just quietly tasting wine alone and staring, completely lacking the hospitality of the past.

There's something, there's definitely something in the old one.

After everyone left, Xia Yan, the king of the Southern Regions, drank a sip of sobering soup and came to his senses, "De'er, what have you learned at the wine table this day!"

The reason why I called my sons at the wine table today is to learn how others talk and survive.

"Back to my father, I, I'm a little dizzy!"

After speaking, he hurriedly ran to the side, and his mouth was already uncontrollable.

Just as Xia Pound came back after vomiting, Cheyenne on the high seat was still waiting for this person to say a reason.

"Father, at today's banquet, my son learned the word hypocrisy!"

While everyone was chatting just now, their faces seemed to be covered with a mask, even Yanchen, who he had always admired, as if there was something in the words, and it seemed to be extremely sincere, which was really elusive.

"Great Master, you didn't see anything!"

Cheyenne's tone was noticeably raised.