After the lights were lit, there was a hint of warmth in the dark room.

Chen Sinian motioned for Yang Guang to close the door, while he moved his somewhat stiff body.

Although he is fifty or sixty years old, Chen Sinian's body is still strong due to his perennial martial arts practice.

Chen Sinian, who was originally practicing in the room, suddenly felt someone approaching his room, so he forcibly suppressed the exercises he was running, and instantly arrived behind the person who came.

Even if Yang Guang was lucky, if he had come earlier, he was afraid that Chen Sinian, who had lost his mind by immersing himself in the exercises, would die along with those subordinates.

And just now, when Chen Sinian arrived behind Yang Guang, Yang Guang had a slight movement, and I am afraid that he would also be killed by Chen Sinian, who had not completely restrained his heart.

At this moment, Chen Sinian, because of the hurry of going out, was just hastily draped in a long coat, accompanied by the movement of his body, and the angular muscles were extraordinarily coordinated.

"How's Wu'er doing lately?"

Chen Sinian used the activities of his body, and at the same time, the qi and blood in his body were constantly returning to normal, and the violent aura brought by the Tidi Clan's exercises was gradually hidden.

Yang Guang looked at Chen Sinian, who had completely recovered, and finally remembered his precious son, so he opened his mouth to tell Chen Pingwu about his alcoholism all day.

Yang Guang said while not forgetting to carefully observe Chen Sinian's demeanor, as it was before, hearing that Chen Pingwu was so decadent and not angry, I am afraid that he would have been irritable like thunder.

But now Chen Sinian did not have the slightest irritability, and after hearing Chen Pingwu's decadence, he seemed extremely indifferent, just nodded coldly, as if he was as indifferent as talking about killing those subordinates.

Yang Guang didn't know that now Chen Sinian had completely practiced all the exercises of the Tidi clan, and he had already ignored Chen Pingwu's affairs.

Listening to Yang Guang talk about Chen Pingwu, Chen Sinian kept thinking about how strong his current strength was in his mind.

Until he finished practicing all the exercises of the Tidi tribe, Chen Sinian seemed to fall into an endless ocean, and after his first full practice, the exercises began to be out of his control, frantically absorbing the energy between heaven and earth, but every time he felt that his body was about to be torn apart, those energies would be immersed in the blood, as if they had never appeared.

In the past few months, Chen Sinian has been tormenting himself in this feeling.

Chen Sinian looked at his hands, and the unprecedented sense of strength made him understand that he had now reached the strength of the peak of the Sage, and Chen Sinian believed that even if the Sea Saint Murong Hai stood in front of him at this moment, he would have the ability to defeat him.

It's just that with the continuous improvement of his strength, Chen Sinian's ambition is getting bigger and bigger.

In the dark, he seems to have a feeling that is more and more different from before, that is the feeling of tearing, and now for Chen Sinian, it is not just torture, but more like a kind of enjoyment, he has a hunch, the sage is not the peak, as long as the tearing feeling lasts until the end, he will definitely be able to break through the sage and become a god-like existence.

It is precisely this kind of thinking that everything in the world is no longer in Chen Sinian's heart.

"Huh?"

Just as Chen Sinian was thinking about how to break through, he suddenly turned his head and opened the door, looked out of the door, stared quietly at the far north, and muttered softly.

"What's that?"

A strange feeling in Chen Sinian's perception was unusually distant and vague.

"What did the prince find?"

Yang Guang now looked at Chen Sinian, who was so indifferent to everything in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart, although Yang Guang's original character was completely wiped out by the current Yang Guang's character, but the current Yang Guang is just a little bloodthirsty, and he likes to simply like killing and freedom, and his heart is still flesh and blood.

At least for his own life and death, there is a thirst.

And at this moment, Chen Sinian seems to be indifferent to the point of being like a monster, and his strength is even more bottomless.

Chen Sinian looked at the late night in the north and stared at it for a long time, then he retracted his gaze and closed the door again, and replied.

"It's fine."

Seeing that Chen Sinian didn't say anything, Yang Guang naturally didn't dare to ask more, the current Chen Sinian was a monster that would explode at any time in Yang Guang's heart, and he just hoped to get out of here quickly.

"Then is there anything else that the prince needs to do? At present, the garrison of Kyoto is empty, and there seems to be an abnormal movement on the side of King Beichang. ”

Yang Guang asked softly tentatively, just hoping to find a reason to leave here soon.

"Wei Siyuan?"

Chen Si laughed young, as if he didn't pay attention to this former brother Wei now.

For a while, the heroic spirit in his chest surged, and he suddenly sighed, isn't this exactly what he has been pursuing?

After the real strength is strong, in the face of all the schemes, it is just a joke.

"You go back, these jumping clowns, let them jump for a while, and when this king finishes answering the last doubts, he will naturally tell you what to do."

Chen Sinian said, he couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Fang Cai again, but he was sitting there, and the doors and windows were closed, as if he could see thousands of miles away through the barrier of the door.

After hearing this, Yang Guang still bowed briefly, and then turned around and hurriedly left this place that made his heart palpitate.

... ...

To the west of the Ye Dynasty, the deep sea was furious day and night, and the huge waves were wrapped in merciless coldness, invading the embankment of the Xiyue King's territory again and again.

In the Xiyue Palace, Qian Jingxi's family sat together very peacefully, the two children just finished eating, and went back to the room accompanied by the servants.

And Qian Jingxi also finished eating at this moment, and the people were busy cleaning up the tableware in front of them while pouring tea for the prince.

The princess got up slowly, took a leisurely walk with Qian Jingxi, who was holding a teacup, and thought about walking to the main hall.

"Lord Wang, my father has been worried these days, do you know why?"

Qian Jingxi listened to his wife's words, took a sip of tea, and frowned slightly: "I also found out in the past few days, but my father-in-law has never mentioned anything to me, maybe he is worried about the affairs of Northern Xinjiang." ”

"No, it won't."

The princess did not hesitate, she shook her head very decisively, for her father, the princess knows too well, Murong Hai has fought endlessly for the Ye Dynasty all his life, and after he is old, he has cultivated generations of heroes, although the affairs of the northern Xinjiang are tricky, they may not be seen by the old man.