The carriage seemed to be walking alone, but in fact, all the respected and powerful people in Hanyi City were silently watching the movement of this carriage. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the hearts of many people, it is not only carrying the two famous sword masters of the Nine Swords Sect, but also carrying the topic of dynasties and sects that have been disputed in the world for many years, although it has represented a lot of meaning since it appeared, but they still want to see all this happen with their own eyes.

The carriage avoided almost all the main roads and made its way through the lanes.

The alleys of Hanyi City are dense and numerous, and they have been connected to each other into a net, like an uncomplicated labyrinth, and the yellow carriage is like an ant in this labyrinth, scurrying forward.

The scorching sun hangs high, and when it hangs overhead, it carries a scorching temperature, announcing the arrival of noon. People start eating lunch, and then after a short break, they start their afternoon work.

This carriage finally came to the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial Palace.

The red wall and yellow tiles stand tall, and the scorching light inlays a golden edge on it, just like the neckline of the dragon robe on Emperor Shenwu. The high Dawu banner flutters on the platform of the wall of the Suzaku Gate of the Imperial Palace, standing under the wall and looking at it, this flag seems to be spreading to the sky, and the word "Wu" on it asks the sky and fights.

The white stone path stretched out beneath his feet, and with the last slight roll of the wheels crushing a wind-blown leaf, the carriage came to a complete stop, and was still fifty or sixty paces away from the palace wall.

In the empty square, only their yellow carriage with white ground was like a poached egg scorched by the scorching sun.

The person driving the car didn't know when he became Tang Huan wearing Mu Li.

Her white boots stepped lightly on the jade-like ground in the sunlight, and her normally plain face lifted slightly, looking at the fiery red Suzaku on the top of the attic of the city wall, her beautiful eyes flashed a different color, and then she opened the curtain of the carriage.

The second of the nine great sword masters of the Nine Sword Sect, the two masters of the five hundred and twenty-first generation disciples of the Nine Sword Sect, Huang Xuemei and Lu Wuqin, got down from the carriage in turn and stood quietly on both sides of the jujube red horse.

The sun shone so that Huang Xuemei's face, which was often as red as rouge, was even more ruddy, if she didn't consider her own strong strength and the coercion she exuded at this time, she couldn't help but make people want to kiss Fangze.

Lu Wuqin's expression was still solemn, and the dazzling sunlight made his eyes look at the empty city wall half-narrowed and half-closed.

The three people outside the majestic palace are like three climbers facing the peak, but the three of them did not come with the intention of climbing today.

The three of them remained motionless, just like the red palace wall in front of them.

The palace may never have been so quiet, and the walls may never have been as guarded as they are today, just lone rune heavy weapons.

The whole city of Hanyi was somewhat quiet today, like a storm, with this silent confrontation as the eye of the storm, sweeping the entire city.

……

This kind of foothold lasted for an hour, and the three of them never moved their steps.

Some people watched from afar, looking at this scene and expressing their suspicions, but just as they did not dare to approach the palace, they were not willing to look too much at the things directly related to this palace, and to show suspicion on the surface.

"He's going to embarrass us?" Huang Xuemei murmured.

For a cultivator as powerful as them, there is nothing wrong with being exposed to the scorching sun for three days, but for a cultivator like them, the different meaning that such exposure represents is extremely different.

Tang Huan held up a blue bamboo umbrella and covered his and Huang Xuemei's heads.

Lu Wuqin looked at the shadows of the two of them, and said coldly: "Since it is for us to bow our heads, then it will naturally make us lower significantly." ”

Tang Huan's fingertips were gently twisted in the palm of his hand, and he turned his head to look at the east of the city, feeling a little impatient and bored in his heart, and these emotions naturally appeared on his face, and his willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"The sword master drinks water. She handed the umbrella to Huang Xuemei, walked back to the carriage and took out two water bottles, and handed them to the two sword masters in turn.

Huang Xuemei shook her head and said that she didn't have to, while Lu Wuqin raised her head and took a sip slowly as if she was tasting wine.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the wall of the palace.

The faces of the three of them froze at the same time.

A drop of spilled water dripped from the corner of Lu Wuqin's jaw and smashed on the hot ground.

The sun shone brightly on the Suzaku Gate like gold, and the man slowly walked to the top of the Suzaku Gate, which was far brighter than gold. He put his hands behind his back and looked at them silently, at the majestic city behind them.

Huang Xuemei thought about how he would appear, but she didn't think it would be so plain and natural.

Tang Huan's eyes showed an extremely faint killing intent, and his fingertips were gently pinched together.

…… Under the light, he has an ordinary face, ordinary as the owner of a certain shop in an ordinary shop, a wandering middle-aged man in a gambling hall, so ordinary that he will never be found again if he is thrown into the pile, and his face has shallow scars one after another, which are extremely shallow to prove that these scars seem to have passed a long time since they appeared.

The golden dragon robe on his body reflected the rising sun in the sky, and it seemed to be brighter than the red sun, so that people couldn't see his appearance clearly.

His eyes were full of eyes, which were the real meaning, as if all the people and things in front of him were just sand and dirt piled up by him. The hand behind his back is not holding the hot air, but ...... The whole of Midstate.

The eyes of the people who were originally standing in the distance and secretly watching Lu Wuqin and the three of them were attracted by the bright figure on the city wall, and after taking a look, they were shocked, and they fell to the ground in an instant.

That is, they live in Hanyi City, but they, the people of Hanyi City, have never seen the emperor of the dynasty in their lives.

"My emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"My Emperor's ......"

The majestic voice, after coming from the mouths of one or two kneeling people, spread little by little, and finally came out of the streets and houses.

All who heard this stopped what they were doing, and fell on their knees, shouting and flowing with the waves.

Inside the palace, there was also chanting.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The voice seemed to come from the earth, and the voice seemed to come from heaven.

Emperor Shenwu looked up at the sky.

It seems that a nine-sky cloud dragon rises into the sky.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live......" Lu Wuqin muttered this sentence, with a trace of vigilance and bitterness in his eyes.

The sound seemed to be tangible, striking on his trouser leg and his thunderous sword, causing both of them to vibrate slightly, and the feeling of weakness in his heart that followed these shouts made his resolute body feel deeply tired.

Huang Xuemei's real fire sword on her back seemed to be a little hotter, listening to the shouts of the landslide and tsunami, her red face was pale for no reason.

Lu Wuqin turned her head to look at her, and reminded in a low voice, "Senior sister, remember what we have to do." ”

Huang Xuemei nodded, holding the sword across the rivers and lakes for decades, the hand that she thought was already like steel, at this time, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Although it is said that I proposed to bow my head, and the sect I persuaded temporarily bowed my head, but ...... Still unwilling. She sighed.

"Just temporarily. Lu Wuqin closed her eyes.

"Well, only temporarily. ”

After speaking, the two sword masters untied the swords behind them, and then, at the same time, they lowered their heads at the same time.

The five major sects, for more than a thousand years, have never bowed their heads, and now this hanging head is destined to go down in history, and someone has waited for ten years.

Tang Huan secretly took a deep breath and lowered his head.

Hang your head, kowtow, will it be far away?

"Once you enter Hanyi, you will lock the palace city for ten years.

Now that it has appeared, I know who the emperor is. ”

Shenwu Emperor Li Linsheng looked at the lonely three people, without the slightest smug expression, so everything should be like this, shook his head, and muttered slowly.

"It's a pseudo-dragon after all. Tang Huan said silently in his heart.