In the twentieth year of Kaiyuan, Pei Chengfang, the king of the side-by-side, has been ordered to garrison Yunchuan Prefecture for more than ten years. Yunchuan Prefecture is the gateway of Dayu, with mountains in the west and the sea in the south. 100,000 miles of desolate jungles, water after water, mountains next to mountains, demonic spirits, monsters and beasts are rampant. Millions of miles of vast sea, with no end in sight, water monsters haunt and make waves.

Side by side in the palace, in a quiet small courtyard.

"Lord, your majesty has a letter. An old man with a long beard buried his head slightly, holding a letter in his hand that was not like an ordinary person's house.

"Read. ”

The letter said that now the little prince is six years old, and His Majesty wants the prince to send someone to send the little prince to the palace and enter the saint's workshop with the little princess to study. ”

"Hmph, is he trying to catch my family Hao'er as a proton?"

Side by side Wang Pei Chengfang, who is nearly middle-aged, tall, with white temples, and deep starry eyes, full of coldness.

"Lord, Your Majesty knows that you are still haunted by the events of the past, so in the second half of the letter, I also mentioned that let the prince relax and stop hurting his mind every day for this matter, so as not to damage his body. The old man turned the letter in his hand to the second page, and after ten lines at a glance, he continued: "Your Majesty also said that he was really helpless about the matter of the eldest prince back then, since the eldest prince did something wrong, of course, he wanted to correct the law and behead the eldest prince, and His Majesty himself was like a knife. ”

"Fart! He is jealous that my Pei Chengfang has a son!

As soon as the eldest prince was mentioned, the king was furious, and the temperament of the superior cultivated for decades was instantly thrown out of the clouds.

The letter also said that the little princess is five years old this year, and she has no playmates. ”

"Enough, I'm not rare for him to be a big country, and my son won't be an aunt in the future. ”

"You reply directly, just say that my family Hao'er is still young and doesn't know how to be polite, if you enter Beijing and cause something, won't you end up beheaded again?"

"Also, if he Mu Feng Tianyang really wants to capture my son as a proton, let him personally make an order!"

Peng Chengfang didn't take Emperor Yu's letter from Mu Feng Tianyang as a matter at all, and directly rejected Mu Feng Tianyang's request.

"Lord Wang, it's not appropriate to write like this, right?"

"What's inappropriate?

"Yes, the old slave is gone. The old man bowed slightly to Pei Chengfang and left alone.

In the city of Yujing, in the palace.

"Hey, second brother! What are you doing here? Big brother has never been jealous of you from the bottom of his heart, and his achievements are high! What happened back then, I blamed those ugly and sour people! Tao'er's death, the eldest brother really didn't mean it!"

Mu Feng Tianyang looked at Pei Chengfang's reply in his hand, touched his forehead with his hand, and was heartbroken.

"Your Majesty, if you really can't do it, you will directly issue a holy decree and order him Pei Chengfang to send his son. At this time, a sweet and crisp voice came, Mu Feng Tianyang stood beside a woman wearing palace clothes, closed moon and shy flowers, the charm still exists, at a glance, giving people a kind of atmospheric beauty of women's eyebrows.

"Shut up! In the future, the matter between me and my second brother, you better get involved less as a woman!" Mu Feng Tianyang was furious when he heard this.

"Yes, the concubine knows her mistake. The beautiful woman in the palace costume hurriedly asked for sin.

"The king side by side is an important minister of the court, and in the future, the harem will be strictly ordered not to discuss it behind his back! Okay, you go down. After Mu Feng Tianyang reprimanded the perfect woman, he sent the beautiful woman back.

"Father, don't be so fierce to your mother, Yue'er is afraid. The little girl who had been hiding in the dark outside the hall and peeking quietly ran into the hall at this time, her skin was snow-white, pink and jade, and her big eyes were shining.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Xiao Yue'er. My little pearl, it's good, my father is not cruel to your mother. Seeing the little girl running in, Mu Feng Tianyang's face finally eased, and he forgot about his troubles for a while and made a mess with the little girl.

Mu Feng Tianyang, the emperor who has experienced bloody storms and wandered on the edge of life and death, as soon as he saw his only daughter, the iron-blooded killing aura on his body instantly dissipated, and the only thing left was full of fatherly love.

Yunchuan City, side by side in the palace, in the study.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates have already investigated the specific situation of the Eight Thousand Miles of Qinchuan. A person covered in a black robe was kneeling on the ground to report to Pei Chengfang.

"Speak. Pei Chengfang's face was expressionless.

"The subordinates have verified that the eight thousand miles of Qinchuan was ravaged by the demon dragon half a month ago, and now there are ruins everywhere, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, it can be said that the white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crying for thousands of miles!"

"Hmph! Damn!" Pei Chengfang was furious, and smashed the agarwood table in front of him with one palm, and the debris was knocked away by a huge force, and some of the wood slag was deeply rooted in the wall.

"The prince is angry!"

"It's sad, I'm so good! Since I'm helpless in the face of a few long worms! One day, I, Pei Chengfang, want to peel off the skin and cramp these ugly worms!"

Although Pei Chengfang kills people like hemp, he also cares about the people of the world. is a very popular minister, and he is named the king side by side, so it can be imagined that Pei Chengfang is a person with great ambitions.

"Okay, you go down, and the spirit of the wind will come to me. ”

"Yes, my lord. The man in black bowed and retreated.

After a while, a person with a fairy wind bone and a sword walked into the study.

"Lord Wang, who are you?" The person who came was the wind spirit in Pei Chengfang's mouth.

"Feng Lingzi, how much cultivation do you immortal cultivators have to go to kill the demon dragon?" Pei Chengfang didn't explain the matter of the wooden table, and went straight to the point.

"Returning to the prince, I am really ashamed to be in Xia, I have not made any progress in my cultivation for so many years, and I am not the opponent of the demon dragon at all. "Feng Lingzi is deeply ashamed of the dragon slaying.

"Isn't the innate realm of your immortal cultivators the same as the martial saint realm of our martial artists? you are now a cultivator of the innate realm, and the flying sword in your hand can't kill a dragon?"

"Lord Wang, although the flying sword in your hand can take people's lives thousands of miles away, it is all for mortals. My Dayu is really a bitter cold place in this desolate continent, and the immortal cultivation faction is not prosperous, and there are not many high-quality materials that can refine flying swords. Therefore, this flying sword with mediocre qualifications in the lower hand cannot break the dragon scales and hurt the demon dragon. ”

"Oh, by the way, it is rumored that your Haotian Sect Founding Patriarch Yuan Daozi is not our Dayu people, but from the outside world. How big is the outside world?" At the mention of the flying sword, Pei Chengfang remembered the rumors of Haotian Sect.

"I really don't know this. ”

"The classics left in the sect only record that the ancestor is not a native and does not mention the outside world. ”

"Hey, that's good. I'm just curious. ”

"Oh, yes. Hao'er is six years old this year, you go and check if he has the potential to cultivate. When it came to cultivating immortals, Pei Chengfang immediately thought of his son Pei Zonghao. Because the earlier you start your cultivation, the better. As you get older, the spiritual roots in your body will naturally disappear.

"Okay, I'll go find the little prince. With the qualifications of the little prince, presumably the spiritual root should not be bad. After Feng Lingzi finished speaking, he left and went to find the little prince Pei Zonghao.

"Little Wangye, Little Wangye, slow down, be careful of falling!"

A sixteen-year-old child, at this time, was attached to the back of a tall horse, holding the reins in his hand, with an excited face, and kept shouting "Drive, drive, drive!"

The horse is pitch black all over, with a long, dense mane on the head, tail and hooves. As soon as he ran, his mane swayed in the wind, majestic. When the speed is the fastest, a mane is close to the body, just like a black cloud, coming and shadowing, leaving without a trace, the child is fresh and angry at this time, so unhappy.

Behind the black horse, a group of people are galloping after him. With the speed of this horse, the people behind him can follow closely behind, and it is conceivable that everyone is a great master of martial arts cultivation, at least at the level of a martial artist.

"Hoohoo!" As the voice in the child's mouth landed, the big black horse stopped leisurely.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect horseback riding to be so fun!" said the little boy excitedly.

"Little prince, come down quickly! You sit on horseback, and I'll lead you around. But you took the opportunity to snatch the reins and rode away yourself!"

"If you let the prince know about this, your subordinates will shed their skin if they don't die! Come down quickly!" said a middle-aged strong man among the guards to the child.

"Hmph, Uncle He, look at you're nervous. If you don't say it, they don't say it, how will the father know about this, and what are you afraid of?"

The child is the only male under the knee of King Pei Chengfang, the little prince Pei Zonghao. Pei Chengfang had a son and a daughter under his knees, but in the sixteenth year of Kaiyuan, his son Pei Zongtao went to Yujing to play, and on the shore of Splendid Lake, he met Zeng Pingzhi, the son of Zeng Chenglin, a university scholar, bullying the weak and flirting with talented women.

At this time, there was a stormy wave in Yujing City, and the little prince Pei Zongtao injured people after drinking, and died of serious injuries. However, relying on his father's merits, the court ignored it, which is really a good etiquette.

Zeng Daxue was above the early dynasty, with his forehead, sued for his unjustly killed son, his head was broken and bleeding, and he vowed to seek justice for his dead son, and through the words of the saint who broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people, he forced the saint to decree and kill Pei Zhengfa!

As soon as this matter involved the words of the sage, the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty echoed each other from afar, knelt down to the emperor, and issued an order to behead Pei.

After Pei Zongtao's death, Pei Chengfang had another son, named Pei Zonghao. The little prince has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he has won Pei Chengfang's love and regards it as a treasure.

"Hao'er, come here, go with Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng has something to do with you. "Feng Lingzi came with a sword, a fairy style, envious of everyone.

"See the Immortals!" Pei Zonghao's guards greeted Feng Lingzi one after another.

"Hmm. Feng Lingzi just hummed softly, which was considered a return gift.

Feng Lingzi was the great elder of Haotian Sect back then, and Haotian Sect was in charge of supporting the former dynasty Daqin and helping Daqin suppress Dayu. But Feng Lingzi had long been unaccustomed to the evil government of Great Qin, defected from Haotian Sect, joined Pei Chengfang, and made great contributions to Pei Chengfang.

The guards' visit to worship is not only because Feng Lingzi has made great achievements for Pei Chengfang, but too much because Feng Lingzi himself is an innate realm cultivator, which is equivalent to a martial saint among mortals.