Walking in the darkness step by step, there is always a little indelible light ahead, Dongjun knows, that is the East Emperor Palace, which was once the most noble and sacred place in the Yin and Yang family.

The originally dusty door has been opened, and sword marks have been left around the hall, but it is still difficult to hide the splendid and brilliant he once had.

The inner pillars of these halls are supported by a number of giant red pillars, each of which is engraved with a swirling and lifelike golden dragon, which is particularly spectacular.

This place is not only wide, but also gorgeous, it can really be described as carved beams and paintings, and it is splendid. The four corners of the hall are raised high, beautiful like four swallows with wings ready to fly, reflecting the clear crystal pearl light like tears, ethereal and illusory, the beautiful scenery is like a flower across the clouds, so that people can not distinguish where is the real scene and where is the reflection.

The crystal bead curtain pours out, behind the curtain, it seems that someone is wearing a veil to caress the qin, the sound of the piano flows between the ups and downs of the fingertips, or virtual or real, changeable, like a quiet stream dripping spring clear and ethereal, exquisitely clear, and then the water gathers into a gurgling strong current, with tenacious vitality through the mountains and mountains, reefs and shoals, and merges into the rolling rivers and seas, and finally tends to be calm, only the overtones remain, like the waves that the fish jumps over the water surface and splashes occasionally.

Dense as silver quills rain silk light veil shrouded the world, a bend of green water like a green Luo jade belt around the forest, the distant mountains are invisible. The rain and dew blow the very slender phoenix tail bamboo, gather into beads, slide down along the elegant and unique leaf tail, the crystal breaks the line generally, knocks on the oil paper umbrella, intermittently, Qingyue is like a lady striking the chime.

Such a magnificent, gorgeous place, although dazzling, but the moment you step into this place, your heart, your eyes will be unconsciously attracted by something.

It was a sword, a dazzling sword, and the word Chixiao alone was enough to fascinate all the warriors in the world, because it was the sword held by the world's number one master.

This is a sword decorated with colorful beads, the cold light of Jiuhua jade, and the blade is like frost and snow. The body of the sword is engraved with two seal characters: Chixiao.

Donghuang Taiyi, it is this sword that swept the world and subdued the heroes, Dongjun held it in his hand, and his eyes gradually turned from cold to soft.

The confusion in his eyes was gone, as if this was no longer a simple sword, and he seemed to see the teacher who had always made him look up to the mountains standing in front of him, although it was out of reach. But there is always a trace of innate peace, and the king's bearing is inclusive, not angry and self-assured.

――Qiang――

Chixiao let out a hum, as if acknowledging his new master, suddenly came out of Dongjun's hand, circled in midair, and landed firmly behind Dongjun's back, which was before, the golden black sword scabbard. Now it has its new partner.

"From now on, you can stay with me, maybe I can only believe in you."

Backhanded, he gently patted the scabbard. Man, sheath, sword, trinity. Closely connected, no longer separated from each other.

For a good swordsman, the relationship between people and swords is often closer than the relationship between people.

Whereas. Chixiao, not just a sword, it represents a kind of potential, a kind of Tao, this is a legacy left by Taiyi to future generations, a wealth, which requires Dongjun to slowly understand, in order to be able to understand, gain.

The sword, there is a new owner, then there is no need to save zài here, one step out, the East Emperor Palace, which was once as majestic as a pilgrimage site, collapsed, and then the entire Taiyi Palace suddenly collapsed.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and it does not meet the urging of the years.

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At the foot of the mountain, through the hazy shadows of the trees, the two parties finally met.

"It's okay, you kid didn't make a mess, and no one came out."

"Don't worry, I can't do anything when I go out, but you still have to thank the one over there, I heard that the one in Shu, I have something to bring to you."

"You kid...... You're it! ”

The person who came was the Crow, and the person standing next to him was the director of the Dark Night Organization's operation.

Behind the two of them, there were two carriages parked.

"Yan Gongzi...... My son-in-law has a letter, and if you want a small one, you must hand it over to Yan Gongzi. ”

"Okay, bring a message to Zixu for me, act cautiously, don't be reckless, her safety is higher than Yiqiē."

"Yes, the little ones will stay."

"Yes."

"Retire below."

Zhang Xu's people left, but Yan Hong was a little uneasy, it seems that that girl still can't let go, let's give her some more time.

"Mo Crow, how are their injuries in the Yuzi period?"

turned around, but asked about the situation of the two brothers and sisters in the carriage, it was Yu Ziqi and Yu Miaoge (Shi Lan).

"The injuries are not light, and I have to recuperate for a while, but fortunately, these two have a good foundation, and they have been locked up by the Yin and Yang family for so long, Shi Lan can still recognize me when she sees me."

"That's good...... Just go back and let Rong'er give them a good recuperation, when will they wake up? ”

"At least after three days, this person suddenly relaxed from a state of high tension, but it was not so easy to ease up." Mo Crow said cautiously.

"Okay, then use these three days to quickly move out of the hometown of Qin and go east to Hangu, so that the road in the future will be easier."

"Okay."

"Did the Snow Maiden and the ovary withdraw?"

"It's been withdrawn, you can rest assured."

"By the way, there's one more thing I almost forgot."

"What?"

"I just received inside information that Ying Zheng's eastern tour may be delayed." Mo Crow thought for a moment.

"This is normal, in the last battle with the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Yingzheng can't be intact, he is stabilizing the situation, and he is also stabilizing the injury."

"What about us?"

"We have about a month of respite, and we have to make good use of it."

"How do you use it?" Ink Raven asked.

"Go back to Songhai first, think about it in the long run, send a message, and let everyone who should come back go to Songhai."

"Good!"

"The plan can't catch up with the change, and I originally said that I was going home, but it seems that I will have to delay it for a while." Yan Hong glanced apologetically at the lady beside him.

"It's okay, there's a place for you, you can go anywhere!" The Great Priest stepped forward immediately, carefully relieved, and her state of mind had also changed for the better since the flaw of the injury had healed.

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Xianyang, the imperial study.

Ying Zheng put down the battle report of the night and said to all the courtiers.

"You all go and arrange it, and implement it according to the plan just deployed."

"No! Ministers obey orders. ”

When everyone dispersed, Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Gaodao, who was standing quietly.

"You should also take the first step, when I answer Songhai, what I hope to see is a peaceful world."

"Yes, the minions obey."

Zhao Gao's figure slowly faded, and finally disappeared into the invisible, empty study, but there was a violent coughing sound from Ying Zheng.

On the white silk, wisps of red blood are shocking! (To be continued......)

PS: Confucianism, Confucianism, should the ovary die?

Does the second master want to die?