When darkness descends on this earth, above the firmament, a cold moon sprinkles the clear light on the heavens and the earth. The hustle and bustle of the day is hidden in dreams.

Under the cold moon, the moon is like water, shining on a shadowy body, extremely lonely.

Looking up at the sky, I saw a cold moon, hanging on the edge of the sky. Today, Tang Jinlong suddenly felt a pang of confusion in his heart, he was right or wrong, and for the first time he was extremely entangled in his heart.

His own brother died, he died in front of his eyes, originally he thought he would be happy, but at that moment his heart seemed to be broken at that moment, but he didn't feel any pain, his whole heart was empty, the moon was cold, illuminating the entire continent, but it couldn't shine into Tang Jinlong's deep heart.

The sound of footsteps sounded behind him, "Brother Tang, according to what you said, I have buried Brother Ling's clothes with that girl named Huixiang in the back mountain of Xishan, where I have found a quiet and beautiful place, and I think it is enough to make these two people blind!"

The visitor didn't know how to comfort the friend in front of him, so he just stood silently behind him and shared the sadness with him.

For a long time, "Thank you, Brother Yang, you go and rest first, I want to be alone!" Tang Jinlong's voice was a little hoarse.

The people who came only felt that Tang Jinlong was too sad, and he didn't say anything, because at this time, it was meaningless to say anything.

After the people left, reflecting the clear light in the sky, a pair of bright red and hideous eyes looked extremely terrifying in the moonlight.

A crimson light burst out from Tang Jinlong's eyes, and then an incomparably powerful aura suddenly erupted, but the momentum that instantly soared into the sky was forcibly suppressed again.

Immediately, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and then Tang Jinlong buried his head and coughed violently a few times, blood stained his clothes, and then raised his head, the hideousness in his eyes was no longer there, and he looked down on everything in the world coldly, and his whole body exuded coldness. Although the aura on his body is a little sluggish, the outstanding cold arrogance on his body, and the aura that is not mixed with half of his emotions all show that his cultivation has made great progress!

"Zeng Zichen, I'll kill you sooner or later!" Tang Jinlong's eyes shot an extremely cold light......

The explosive news made by Tianji Mansion is still fermenting, and then it spreads rapidly to the whole continent at an extremely exaggerated speed, and King Suyu's birthday has also arrived, and today will also be the day when Zeng Zichen will see his uncle again. It's just that what kind of ability does this Wang Shuyan have, maybe he can also spy on it today!

At this time, the second son, Zeng Wenjie, surrounded by several guards, went to the courtyard to invite Zeng Zichen and others to the table. It shows that Su Yuwang's means are very.

Zeng Zichen and his cousin chatted along the way about the secret texts on the temple, or the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes. It is quite harmonious to outsiders, but what the parties think in their hearts is another matter.

After about half a pillar of incense, the group finally came to the courtyard where the palace held the birthday banquet, and the courtyard plaque was impressively written with the three big characters of "Lingyun Pavilion". This is the second time Zeng Zichen has seen such exquisite calligraphy, under one stroke, it looks like a loose horse soaring into the air and disappearing, and it is like a dragon flying in the sky, coming from nothingness and returning to the void, this almost violent impulse contains infinite domineering.

Zeng Zichen stopped and stood, his eyes swept at his cousin beside him, Zeng Wenjie saw this, smiled slightly, and said with a little pride, "This is written by my father, and in the entire palace, only this plaque of 'Lingyun Pavilion' was written by my father!"

"Uncle Wang's Wen Taowu really makes me admire!" glanced at Zeng Wenjie and said meaningfully.

"Lingyun, Lingyun, hehe, isn't it just a metaphor borrowed from the famous mainland poet Xun He Xiaosong's poem?" At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high. And all aspects of his Uncle Wang show his majestic ambition.

When everyone passed by the courtyard gate, Zeng Wenjie whispered to the guards guarding the door: "Escort Qin, has my third brother arrived?"

Guarding Qin was stunned when he heard this, thought for a while, and then replied: "Second son of Qiyu, the villain has been here since the early days, and he has not seen the figure of the little prince!"

When Zeng Wenjie heard this, he couldn't help frowning, "It's not here yet, won't it be sleeping again!?"

Turning his head to Zeng Zichen and arching his hand, "Cousin forgive me, the younger brother is estimated to be asleep again, you and you go in first, and I will arrive later, but I must drink three cups first to make amends!"

"What are you doing?!" At this moment, a calm voice came from the front.

Zeng Wenjie's body stiffened, and Zeng Zichen had already vaguely guessed the identity of the person, "King Suyu, did your uncle Wang finally appear?"

"Father?" Zeng Wenjie turned to look at King Su Yu, Zeng Zixuan.

The person who came was dressed in a dark golden robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and a crown of purple and gold hair on his head, his face was red and purple, but his face was not angry but threatening; his eyes were as bright as a mirror; and his two eyebrows were as bright as red. The whole person gave Zeng Zichen the feeling that it was contradictory and unfathomable. Compared to Emperor Daqian, from him, what Zeng Zichen saw was a kind of anger and domineering!

"You are Zi Chen? I didn't expect to say goodbye, you are so old! I heard about you, it's very good!" Zeng Zixuan's tone was a little embarrassed, and then there was something strange between the lines.

Zeng Zichen touched his nose, his eyes moved away from Zeng Zixuan without a trace, and he bowed slightly, "Uncle Wang, it's over!"

"Hmm!" Zeng Zixuan smiled slightly, did not refute or say anything else, just glanced deeply at the nephew in front of him, and then turned to Zeng Wenjie, "Wenjie, take care of your cousin, don't neglect your brother." Zeng Zixuan meant something.

Before Zeng Wenjie could reply, Zeng Zixuan nodded slightly to Zeng Zichen, leaving a sentence, "See you at the banquet!" and left!

staring at the back of the departing Uncle Wang, he silently thought in his heart, "It's been a long time, Uncle Wang!"