Perhaps it was the bustle of Shenjing City rising into the sky, which dispersed the dark clouds that shrouded Xiongcheng, so that after the night completely fell, Shenjing City actually appeared extremely bright moonlight.

The bright autumn moon hangs high above the towering Sitian Pagoda in the middle of Shenjing City, and the silver light pouring down like water drapes one of the landmark buildings of Shenjing City with a layer of white veil, forming a spectacle that anyone who passes by will stop and watch.

The tower points to the moon, and the spire is as high as the moon, which makes people wonder if they can take off this millstone-like bright moon with their bare hands if they stand at the top of this Sitian Tower.

The moon is still bright tonight, but the world is full of jubilation!

The nine-story Si Tian Pagoda, as the center of the entire Great Xia's monitoring of the world's information, was still brightly lit at this time, and there were a large number of Si Tian Jian officials who had just finished dinner, greeting each other and walking into the main hall together.

Then these priests saluted respectfully to a girl in a wheelchair in the center of the main hall, and said in unison:

"I've seen Lord Si Cheng. ”

"You have worked hard, and I have bothered you to monitor the mountains and sea charts tonight. ”

A cold and calm voice came out of the girl's mouth, and then Xia turned around in the wheelchair under him, revealing a pretty face that was a little more mature than before, and at the same time, in the girl's eyes, there seemed to be a huge picture looming, unconsciously with the majesty of insight into everything.

Then in the main hall, the officials who came to take turns on duty once again bent down and saluted:

"We are waiting for our responsibilities, and we dare not say that we are hard. ”

After the neat response fell, a young female priest beside Xia bent down and asked the former:

"Please Si Cheng, the lower official will send you to your residence to rest first?"

This question fell, but the girl in the wheelchair shook her head, opened her mouth and responded:

"You send me directly to the seventh floor of Sitian Tower, and I'll wait there first. ”

As soon as Xia said this, all the people around him who heard the words changed their faces slightly, and then they glanced at each other, and they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

The Lord of Great Xia descended on the eighth floor of the Sitian Tower.

On the eighth floor of Sitian Tower, as before, there was a blue and white aurora falling straight down from above, illuminating the entire eight-story hall extremely brightly, but one difference was that the huge coffin quietly placed in the center of the hall at this time was no longer one, but two.

After Zhao Yu returned from going deep into the sea of the giant god that year, Great Xia had the second Supreme Treasure Lock Yuan Coffin, but now this second Lock Yuan Coffin was empty, and no one was lying in it.

Then outside the coffin shrouded in the aurora of the mountain and sea charts, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Daddy, the child and Yu'er have come to see you. ”

After the voice fell, the figures of Zhao Yu in dark golden imperial robes and Huang Ting in green shirts instantly appeared outside the aurora, and both of them carried a wine jug in their hands, and after they appeared, they sat directly cross-legged on the ground and placed the wine jug in front of them.

In the next breath, the Suoyuan coffin in the aurora of the mountain and sea map seemed to sense the arrival of the two, and began to tremble slightly, and at the same time, wisps of emerald green knife qi, accompanied by bursts of piercing knife whistles, overflowed from the coffin and spread outward.

The Sitian Hall, which was originally extremely quiet, became vibrant because of the sudden sound of the knife, and in the ears of Zhao Yu and Huang Ting, the sound of the knife whistle was like the angry roar of the old man lying in the coffin.

Asked if you had brought any alcohol?

Then the middle-aged Huang Ting's face showed a trace of helplessness, patted the wine jar in front of him, and responded:

"Bring wine, one jar per person, I guarantee that you will drink enough. ”

After finishing speaking, Huang Ting stretched out his hand to open the mouth of the peach blossom wine jar in front of him, and suddenly the rich mellow fragrance swept outward with the words he continued to speak:

"And it's the peach blossom wine of the Dao Palace, you can't drink it on weekdays, not only that, Your Majesty also brought a jar of Xuantian wine, the top two wines in the entire vast land of Shenzhou, this time I brought it to your father. ”

As soon as Huang Ting's words came out, the green sword qi overflowing from the coffin was strong for several minutes in an instant, and the whistling sound of the sword qi in the eighth-story hall of the entire Sitian Pagoda was even worse, making people feel a strong excitement, which was enough to see the Huang Zhao in the coffin of Suo Yuan, the desire for these two jars of fine wine.

"My grandfather is still the same, and he is a heavy drinker. ”

After the young emperor's faint voice fell, Zhao Yu grabbed the few Xuantian spirits in front of him that even the entire White Emperor Palace had, got up and slowly walked to the front of the mountain and sea map aurora, only a line away from the frosty luster Suo Yuan coffin in the light, and then continued to speak:

"Grandpa, Yu'er and Uncle are here today with good wine because of a happy event, a happy event that deserves everyone's joy. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu mentioned Xuantian wine, and Emperor Yin continued to say:

"I'm a father, and I'm also a father of two children, and it's not long before you can listen to those two little guys call you grandpa. ”

As soon as Zhao Yu's not loud voice fell, the howling sound that originally resounded throughout the eighth layer of Sitian Pagoda suddenly stopped abruptly, and in the next breath, the lid of the Suoyuan coffin in the aurora of the mountain and sea map in front of Zhao Yu jumped directly upward, as if the old man lying inside was trying to break out of the coffin, making a deafening loud noise.

"Boom!"

Under the loud noise, the lid of Suoyuan's coffin jumped violently again, and then Zhao Yu stretched out his left hand, directly penetrated into the aurora and pressed the trembling coffin lid, and the voice then came out:

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll bring the little ones to see you another day, and today Grandpa, you can have a good drink. ”

After the sound of the Rolling Emperor came out, the light of the mountain and sea chart, which could almost be called the extreme cold in the world, only took a few breaths to form a thick layer of ice on Zhao Yu's entire left hand.

Zhao Yu shook his left hand inward, and the silver light appeared, directly blasting the solid ice glowing with dark blue light into powder, scattering into a blue mist in the sky, and then the young emperor raised the Xuantian wine in his hand and poured it on the Suoyuan coffin below.

The amber elixir liquor turned into a downward trajectory in the void of the eighth layer of the Sitian Tower, flowing into the aurora of the mountain and sea map, and then the emerald green sword qi in the Suoyuan coffin that had already been impatient, even before the Xuantian wine froze, it gathered inward to form a lifelike light deer, opening its mouth and sucking it.

With the sound of a knife whistle that resounded throughout the void, the pot of Xuantian wine in Zhao Yu's hand was directly sucked up by the giant deer in one gulp, without leaking a trace, and then this light deer seemed to be still unsatisfied, and urged Zhao Yu to quickly pour another jar of peach blossom wine down with a louder knife whistle.

"Let your grandfather have a good drink today, if it is not enough, I will send someone to fetch all the Xuantian spirits stored in the palace!"

The rolling emperor sound came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, and then Zhao Yu opened his hand, and Huang Ting next to him took most of the remaining peach blossom wine in his hand, and continued to pour it down at Suo Yuan's coffin.

The pink elixir continued to streak across the void, and on the autumn night of August in the ninetieth year of the Great Xia Calendar, the mellow aroma of wine on the eighth floor of the entire Sitian Pagoda filled the space for a whole hour, and the priests who brought wine from the White Emperor's Palace came in eight batches.