Du Yun was stunned, he didn't care about the size of his voice at all, and with an angry roar, it had already spread to the Longque Hall while he was scolding the attendants of the inner court, and the courtiers were in a low voice.

"What happened?" Emperor Ming leaned forward slightly, propped his arms on the dragon case, and asked with a slight wrinkle on his forehead.

Du Yun walked straight past the ministers, walked quickly to the side of the purple dragon case, and whispered, "The inner court attendant lost Yun Ruowu's sword, and the old slave has already sent someone to investigate." ”

Emperor Ming's expression stiffened, he glanced at Du Yun's nervous expression, and put his right hand into a fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, signaling the ministers to be quiet.

King Yong's demeanor was calm, he stood in place with his hands in his hands, and let several Shangshu adults behind him whisper, but he ignored them. When he entered the hall, when he was talking with the inner court attendants at the door, he ordered someone to hide Yun Ruowu's sword in case of emergency.

"What's wrong?" From Du Yun's strange look, Du Pingye understood in his heart, although he knew it in his heart, he still hoped that Du Yun could say it himself.

Du Yun didn't know how to explain, after all, the sword blade kept by the clan was lost outside the Longque Palace, and this matter was a big deal, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He looked at Du Pingye, who was looking at him with his eyes under the hall speechless, and didn't know how to answer, so he had to walk down the stone steps with a wry smile. "Elder Du... This..."Du Yun stood beside Jian Mingyue and Yun Ruowu, and explained softly, "The old slave really doesn't know how to bring up this matter... You can rest assured..."

Although Du Pingye didn't want to let him go at all on his face, in line with the principle of establishing one less enemy, he endured it and did not make a difficulty, and stood in place with a gloomy face.

"You lost the White Cloud Sword?" Yun Ruowu looked at Du Yun's shriveled face with a strange expression, which he noticed from the expression on his face when he had just entered the hall.

After all, he was not Du Pingye, and he didn't mean to hide for Du Yun at all, so he exclaimed directly.

It's okay not to say it, as soon as Yun Ruowu's words came out, everyone in the eight tribes of the hall was extremely excited. The sword of the tribe was lost in the Longque Palace, and if this matter spread to the Luofu realm, I am afraid that it would cause the northern realm to covet it.

"You..." Du Yun originally planned to make a big deal small, but he didn't expect to be messed up by the stinky boy in front of him. He just entered the palace to face Emperor Ming directly, and only after getting the emperor's acquiescence did he hurriedly walk down the purple pier.

Du Pingye had been hinted at by him with a look, but he didn't expect Yun Ruowu, this kid, to exclaim in surprise, instantly detonating the court, forcing Emperor Ming, who was lying on the dragon case, to turn pale.

"You kid..."Du Yun snorted coldly, and walked to the outside of the hall gate with a straight face. Seeing that everyone from the eight tribes looked at him one after another, Du Yun quickened his pace and disappeared outside the palace gate taking advantage of Emperor Ming's residual power.

"Xiao Wu, don't say much." Du Pingye reminded in a low voice, and then bowed to Emperor Ming on the purple dragon couch and said, "Your Majesty, it's not urgent to say that Yun Ruowu's identity is in a hurry, it's better to..."

Before Du Pingye finished speaking, Emperor Ming understood his meaning and said loudly, "I think the same way, you Aiqing should retreat first." Emperor Ming said awe-inspiringly, and was about to get up and walk down the purple pier with the support of all the attendants.

The courtiers of the full hall were ready to bow down to the emperor, but they were unexpectedly interrupted by Yun Ruowu.

"Baiyun Sword can't run!" Yun Ruowu shouted loudly, "Don't you all want to verify your true identity? I'm going to show you the White Cloud Sword today. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yun Ruowu's right hand turned into a strong claw, and a strong wind surged rapidly from the palm of his hand, instantly spreading throughout the entire Longque Palace, rushing towards the corridor outside the hall.

An attendant hiding in the corner of the temple suddenly stirred his robe, and the hem of his lower skirt continued to rise. Du Yun, who was standing in the corridor and checking one by one, noticed that the attendant's expression was abnormal, and walked up quickly, only to see a cold light rushing from under the attendant's robe, flying past his eyes, and rushing straight into the Dragon Que Palace.

"Du's father-in-law spares his life... Spare your life..."The attendant hurriedly knelt down at the foot of the stone steps of the temple and pleaded with Du Yun.

"Say, who told you to do this?" Du Yun asked sharply, and ordered someone to set up the attendant and pull him towards the Dragon Que Palace. I was secretly glad in my heart, if this guy could be recruited by King Yong, I couldn't help but be happy in my heart.

Unexpectedly, the attendant who was erected by everyone suddenly had a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the attendants on the side who were frightened scattered one after another. Du Yun turned his head to stare at the attendant in the pool of blood, and said coldly, "What's the panic!" ”

A cold arrow behind that made Du Yun shudder, he didn't think that the opponent could actually control the armor-breaking army guarding around the temple, could Yang Zhentian also participate? Thinking of this, Du Yun endured the panic in his heart, waved his hand and ordered someone to carry the corpse down, and walked quickly into the Longque Hall by himself.

On the hall, Yun Ruowu was holding a long sword in his right hand, which startled the courtiers around him to retreat one after another. Du Yun walked quickly to his side and reminded in a low voice, "Don't you present the White Cloud Sword to Your Majesty?" ”

"Oh!" Yun Ruowu waved the Baiyun Sword in his hand, presented it with both hands, and handed it to Du Yun.

Du Yun took the Baiyun Sword with both hands, and felt a trace of cold air slowly emanating from the blade, convinced that this sword was the Baiyun Sword. Just as he was about to turn around and present it to Emperor Ming, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the dragon pattern fetal mark on Yun Ruowu's left arm.

He stayed there all of his body, staring at the faintly visible dragon mark under the sleeve of Yun Ruowu's right hand, and exclaimed, "You... You... No way... How could it be! ”

When Emperor Ming first ascended the throne, Du Yun was ordered to go to Jinding Mountain to pick up the queen and her newborn child back to Longcheng, but was ambushed in Mangyuan Peach Valley. The queen was assassinated on the spot, and he fell into the valley with the prince in his arms and escaped.

Du Yun held the blade of the Baiyun Sword with his left hand, and grabbed Yun Ruowu's right arm tightly with his right hand, and suddenly remembered King Yong on the side. He was going to flee all the way back to Dragon City with the crown prince, but in Wasteland City, he met the Wu brothers who had just built the Xuan Wolf Army at that time and the group of assassins who robbed and killed the queen secretly interacted.

He originally planned to tell Emperor Ming about this, but there was no evidence, and King Yong was Emperor Ming's right-hand man, and he was the emperor's own disciple, so he was deeply trusted. In order to protect the safety of the prince, he absconded all the way to Tianyun Mountain and handed over the infant prince to Yun Wenxin, hoping that one day, the prince could grow up safely.

"What's wrong?" Emperor Ming looked at the blood oozing from Du Yun's left hand and said in surprise.

Du Yun woke up from the past, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his right hand, shook his head and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay." Your Majesty, the old slave is fine, really fine. He no longer dared to look at Yun Ruowu, for fear that King Yong on the side would notice the clue, so he came to the dragon case on the purple pier with the white cloud sword in both hands.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon couch, his eyes carefully looked at the quaint white cloud sword on the dragon case, the sword still exuded a faint cold air, which reminded him of his old friend, Yun Wenxin, who was dressed in a bone fairy style, seemed to be in front of his eyes.