Jinling City, Ningwang Mansion.

King Ning's birthday has long become the focus of attention of all people.

In recent days, both high-ranking officials and nobles and Jianghu sects have sent important figures to come with heavy gifts.

It's unprecedented.

Thousands of people gathered in front of the palace, looking forward to it.

Until a crunch.

A man who looked like a butler stepped out on his toes.

He looked arrogant, his eyes were wide, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he swept everyone and said loudly: "King Jinning has a great birthday, inheriting the luck of heaven and earth, and receiving the blessing of the people, so he rejoices with all the people." ”

"Since you have received the grace of King Ning, don't forget the prince's hard work."

"Long live King Ning, we will never dare to forget."

Someone in the crowd shouted like this, which immediately attracted countless people to follow suit.

The corner of the man's mouth hooked, and with a wave of his big hand, the mountains of copper coins behind him were sprinkled downward.

The crowd was in an uproar, and they all rushed forward.

Compared with the hustle and bustle inside and outside, the inside of the door is a different scene.

This is a courtyard, the courtyard is very wide, and now there are several wine tables on the table, and dozens of Mei Ji shuttle back and forth, helping to entertain and serve.

"Gang Leader Xiao, are you here too?"

"If you Tiger Gang can come, why can't I be from the Qinghu Gang?"

The two of them were staring at each other, murderous, and tense, with the intention of doing something.

"Don't be impulsive, King Jinning has a big birthday, but you don't want to see blood, if you anger the prince, you know what the consequences will be."

When the two gang leaders heard this, a fear crossed their eyes, they snorted coldly at each other, and sat down stupidly, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.

The person who persuaded hooked the corners of his mouth, flicked his sleeves, and walked away to the depths of the palace.

There are mostly three religions and nine streams, small gangs and small factions, and they can't be put on the stage. It was through various relationships that I got this method of entry.

The purpose is to take the opportunity to attach to the palace and seek an opportunity for development.

But how difficult it is to enter the eyes of the prince.

Even if he enters, he only has the qualifications to be cannon fodder, so why do he need to be personally received by Zhou An.

After a few tosses, another courtyard unfolds in front of you.

It is extremely quiet here, the scenery is extremely beautiful, rockery flowers, small bridges and flowing water, and even there are meandering waters, dancing pavilions and song platforms.

It's just that Mei Ji's appearance is not the same as that of the front yard.

There are many fewer people in the atrium than in the front yard, only more than 100 people.

Most of them are high-ranking officials and nobles, martial arts masters, and there are also giants in the literary world and the heads of big families.

"Brother Nagato, it's been a long time since the last goodbye, and it's okay to come here."

"It's rare to go down the mountain, and this time you must drink and talk happily, and you will rest when you get drunk."

Huashan Li Changmen, Chongshan Wei Xianzhi, are all famous masters of today's martial arts!

In addition to these two, you can also meet many strong people from other sects.

"Xiao Chen has seen Master Qu."

"Lord Lai, you and I are in the palace, there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority, we are all doing things for the prince, and we don't need to be polite."

"No."

Lord Lai's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have a deep meaning: "After that, I still need more attention from adults." ”

"Well said, well said."

Zhou An caught a glimpse of this scene, the light in his eyes flashed, he walked to the front of the stage, and said loudly: "Let you wait for a long time, the prince will be here later, everyone eat and drink well, don't be polite, if there is any neglect, please Haihan." ”

"Lord Zhou is serious."

"The prince is well versed in hospitality, how can we be dissatisfied?"

Zhou An bent down and bowed, and then stayed for a while, opened his legs, and walked towards the inner courtyard of the palace.

The main hall of the inner courtyard.

"Erchen congratulates his father, blessings to the sky, and longevity!"

A person is dressed in a python robe, sitting on the throne, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a beard like a god, but now he is fifty years old, but he does not see the old age.

This person is none other than King Ning!

"Haha, let's get up quickly."

King Ning laughed heartily, stroked his beard and nodded, looking at the four children below, very relieved.

"Father, Yun'er has specially prepared a congratulatory gift for you."

After a delicate woman got up, she jumped forward, grabbed King Ning's arm and said coquettishly.

"Then I want to see the congratulatory gift prepared by Yun'er."

"Someone."

After saying that, he saw the maid holding a wooden box, moving her steps, and walking slowly.

After Xu Ziyun took it, she took out a roll of cloth from the box, and then spread it out carefully.

Then I saw a portrait embroidered on the cloth.

Everyone looked at it, and the portrait was King Ning.

King Ning took a look at the body, and saw that the subtleties were meticulous, even if the color processing and size control were just right, impeccable, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Yun's children have improved a lot, this image is quite rare, and I am very happy for my father." ”

"If my father likes it, it's fine." Xu Ziyun smiled brightly.

"Don't dance knives and guns in the future, you're not too young, it's time to get married."

"Yun'er is not married, Yun'er has to guard her father, queen and mother for a lifetime." Xu Ziyun pouted.

"You-" King Ning's eyes were full of pampering, and he shook his head and sighed.

Xu Ziyun stuck out her tongue, stepped aside, and sat down next to her mother.

"Father, the son has also prepared a congratulatory gift."

A young man stepped forward, he was handsome, his figure was slender, and between his eyebrows, there was an unbeatable demeanor and arrogance.

He is the eldest son of King Ning, Xu Ziyi!

As he spoke, Xu Ziyi took out a sword from the wooden box beside him.

"Light Feather Sword!"

King Ning's pupils shrank, he stood up in surprise, strode over, held the light feather sword in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it carefully, overflowing with words of love.

Light Feather Sword, the third divine soldier in the divine weapon spectrum!

The people in the temple are all amazed!

Even Xu Zifeng, who had been prepared for a long time, couldn't help but show surprise on his face.

Some of the top five divine soldiers in the divine weapon spectrum have been lost, some have been sealed, and some are controlled by peerless masters.

And this world's third light feather sword has been lost for many years with the fall of a peerless powerhouse.

Unexpectedly, he was found by Xu Ziyi!

"Good sword, worthy of being the third divine soldier in the world!"

With a bang, the sword roared softly, and when it was unsheathed, it saw a touch of snow white, exuding a sharp edge, like a feather.

"The ancients, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, your father's swordsmanship is exquisite, and you naturally need a divine soldier to accompany you, with this divine sword, your father is bound to be like a tiger with wings."

"Yi'er has a heart."

King Ning took the light feather sword, returned to the throne, and placed the sword beside him.

It can be seen from this that it attaches great importance to this sword.

Xu Ziyi bowed his hand, and then said, "I heard that the second brother went to the capital and specially bought a congratulatory gift for his father, and the brother is very curious, what is worthy of the second brother to be so prosperous?" ”

"Oh, and that matter?"

King Ning couldn't stop looking sideways, and his gaze moved to Xu Zifeng.

The corners of Xu Zifeng's mouth curled slightly, and then disappeared in an instant, his face was as usual, and he bowed his head and said, "Back to my father, as the eldest brother said, it is true." ”

Xu Zihong, who was beside him, listened, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he stared at Xu Zifeng secretly, and the hatred in his heart was surging.

Xu Zifeng glanced at Xu Ziyi, a dark light crossed his eyes, and he slowly took out a book from his arms.

Xu Ziyi's pupils shrank into a needle, and his complexion changed suddenly.

He is not far from Xu Zifeng, and the words on the cover of the book are clearly visible.

He swallowed, his face full of shock.

"Second brother, is your congratulatory gift a book?"

Xu Ziyun blinked her eyes and asked with a pout.

Xu Zifeng didn't care, but looked at Xu Ziyun with soft eyes, "What the little sister said is good." ”

"Father, this book is a congratulatory gift for you."

"The title of the book is called, Guo Mo's Travels!"