He stood on the chariot, and the three Yan brothers rode on horseback. All eyes were on him, including the three Yan brothers opposite. In front of the three Yan brothers wearing armor, he looked so weak and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, but his demeanor was awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"Put away your swords, this is the place where the Xuanniao has descended, and you are all my vassals."

Yan Eighteen said lightly, his eyes were also very flat, and even a little lazy, as if he was looking at Yan Wuxian opposite, and as if he had jumped over Yan Wuji's shoulder, and floated lightly towards the Xuanniao banner. Such a gaze gives people the illusion that everything is not in his eyes, including the 60,000 army. This is an indifferent and arrogant gaze. Where it envelops, no one is small.

The three Yan brothers on the opposite side did not speak, Yan Wuxian held the Qingli Sword and stared at Yan Eighteen, Yan Toe and Yan Wu stared at Lao Qingxiang.

Yan Eighteen waited quietly.

Che Jing secretly raised his throat and was about to speak, when Yan Shibai glanced at him, and he couldn't help but close his mouth.

The old minister was also waiting, full of white hair and dressed in black.

Sixty thousand troops are also waiting.

The wind blew over the black sea, unable to blow any waves, but the heavy wheezing sound became stronger and stronger, and the atmosphere of oppression and slaughter filled the place.

The war horse under the seat began to be uneasy, it bent its neck, snorted, and stepped on its hooves with Yan Wuxian on its back, and the Qingli sword slapped the armor leaf on the horse's belly, making a slight 'neighing' sound.

Yan Wuxian bent down and stroked the neck of the war horse to calm it down: "Rouge'er, tell me, is the Yan Kingdom still the Yan Kingdom?" ”

Hearing the three words 'rouge'er', Yan Eighteen was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, this is the nickname Yan Wuxian gave him, when he was a child, because of his timidity and cowardice, Yan Eighteen was often bullied by other Hou clan's children, whenever he felt wronged or very angry, his face was like a layer of rouge. Once, the fat third brother pressed him to the ground and wanted to peel off his pants to see if he had ***. Just when he was struggling desperately but unable to resist, Yan Wuxian fell from the sky, he jumped down from the wall, knocked the fat third brother to the ground with a fist, and kicked the fat third brother's ass again.

Yan Wuxian saved the precarious Yan Eighteen.

Two little ones lay under the wall.

The fat man was beaten away, rubbed his ass, and went to move the rescuers.

Yan Wuxian smiled nonchalantly and said, "Rouge, are you afraid?" ”

"Seventh brother, I'm not afraid." Yan Shibai blushed like a little girl and clenched her fists.

After more than ten years, when he heard the rouge, Yan Shiba's eyes had a trace of sourness, but a warmth surged in his heart, he looked at Yan Wuxian who was touching the horse's neck, and said: "Yan Guo is still the Yan country, and the seventh brother is still my good seventh brother." If someone bullies me, Seventh Brother will definitely stand in front of me and protect me, right? ”

"You have grown up, you are the king of the Yan Kingdom, where do you still need my protection. Now you have come to me with my father-killer so that I may worship you as king, and bow down before your horse, right? ”

Yan Wuxian still didn't look up, and his hand in the armor stroked the horse's neck over and over again.

"Yes." Yan Eighteen swallowed his saliva.

Yan Wuxian stroked the horse's neck with his left hand trembling, raised his head with the Qingli sword, and looked at Yan Eighteen coldly. Yan Eighteen looked at him and looked at him like he had done more than ten years ago: "Seventh brother, Yan Guo can't shed any more blood, this is a senseless war." ”

"The Yan people need to shed blood, at least, the blood of one man."

In the eyes of the 60,000 army, Yan Wuxian turned off his horse, put the Qingli sword in front of his eyebrows, faced Yan Eighteen on the chariot, and then knelt on one knee and put the Qingli sword on the ground: "Wise king, thank you for bringing my father-killing enemy, the Longshan Yan clan will always be loyal to you." ”

Yan Toe and Yan Wu knelt on one knee with their swords.

The retainers of the Longshan Yan clan knelt on one knee.

The army of 60,000 also knelt down, and the black pressure was boundless.

The banner of the Xuanniao is flying in the wind.

……

Luoyu City is a great city, it is the origin of the Yan people, the city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, behind it is the Longshan Mountain Range, in front of which is a winding Shenyu River, so the old legend, Xuanniao once bathed in this river, accidentally lost a feather for a while, the Yan people drank the river water soaked in feathers, the blood flowing was as hard as iron, and along the Shenyu River to all directions.

This is the place where the Xuanyao descended, but the whole city can not see the traces of the Xuanniao, a towering ancient tree stands in the center of the city, up to twenty zhang, standing under the tree can not see the top of the tree, because it has no tree top at all, this is a broken ancient tree, legend, when the Xuanniao came, the whole world was dark, it pierced through the darkness and came, the red eyes brought light, and it came to the world with the thunder and the earth's fire, it looked at the ancient tree, the ancient tree began to burn, it dwelt in the flames, The vigorous cry spread all over the land of Zhongzhou.

Nowadays, there is no such thing as a bird in this world, and perhaps it is just a myth, but this ancient tree has stood here for thousands of years.

From the window, it was so tall and vicissitudes, the body of the tree was full of mottled cracks, which were the traces of time, its branches were brown, and the leaves were also brown, as if it were ashes tempered by flames, and it seemed to be a lifeless iron tree. Flocks of swallows surrounded it, some looked up and muttered to themselves, some prostrate under it, and their devout gazes made people shudder.

The window was small, but large enough to clip its huge figure.

Yan Eighteen stood under the window for a long time, he was still wearing the dress of the King of Ten Thousand Vehicles, the room was a little dark, the bronze maid lamp spit a faint fire light on the side of his face, it was a sickly paleness, he was sick again, just when Yan Wu put the sword on the neck of the old Qing Xiang, he fell ill, and lay on the bed for seven days, I don't know what happened. Just when everyone thought that he was very likely to be cordially summoned by the Great God of Haotian, he woke up again, and as soon as he woke up, he questioned his vassal, Longshan Yan's Yan without a trace.

Yan Wuxian ignored him, but invited him here.

This is the lord's mansion of Luoyu City, and the lord of Luoyu City is also Yan Wuxian's retainers, they invited him here to treat him with delicious food and drink, however, this is not a good place, it looks more like a cage.

Yes, it's a cage.

It was only eight steps from the low doorway to the dark back wall, and it was only seven steps from the window to the bed covered with gorgeous brocade carpets, and the space was very narrow, but Yan Eighteen didn't like to move too much, but he could barely bear it. The room was windowless, its walls were two feet thick, made of a single line of bluestone, and the only vent was a fist-sized hole in the door. Afraid that he would be bored, Yan Wuxian specially ordered someone to dig a window for him on the wall, so that he could see the great ancient tree outside the window.

Before leaving, Yan Wuxian said to him earnestly: "Rouge'er, I'm waiting, and the 60,000 troops outside the city are also waiting. ”

What is Yan Wuxian waiting for?

Of course Yan Eighteen knew, but he shook his head firmly.

The incense was a little strong, the aroma was mixed with the damp rancid smell, it was an indescribable taste, just like the smell of the blazing sun roasting the stinky ditch, Yan Shibai's nose was very smart, he couldn't stand this torture anymore, turned around and walked to the desk, lifted the exquisite incense burner, and threw it out of the window.

"Ouch."

"Ouch, ouch."

"Bang, bang."

"Quick, quick, quick......"

A miserable cry sounded outside the window, followed by a chaotic sound, Yan Shibai walked to the window, stood on tiptoe to look, and almost laughed.

Aside from the ancient tree, this room is the highest place in the city, and it is located at the top of the Lord's Palace, and if the tower-like Lord's Mansion is like a sword soaring into the sky, then this room is the tip of the sword at the top.

Under the window is a curved and narrow staircase walkway, the three Yan brothers walked in it, coincidentally, the incense burner thrown out by Yan Eighteen happened to hit Yan Wuji's helmet, it bounced, and jumped on Yan Toe's shoulder, the incense burner was still burning, and the spark splashed on Yan Toe's face, he was taken aback, and shook his shoulders suddenly, so it flew up again, swirled, and fell on Yan Wu's back, Yan Wu was draped in a big spark, and the sparks that splashed out ignited the corners of the big fro, Yan Wu was startled, I hurriedly untied the collar, however, the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't untie it. Seeing that the big sword was burning more and more violently, Yan Wuxian pulled out the Qingli sword with a 'bang', and slapped the soaring flames with the sword back, Yan Toe was stunned for a moment, and also pulled out the sword, slapping it hard.

An incense burner that fell from the sky caused the three Yan brothers to be in a mess. At first glance, it looks like the three brothers are in infighting.

Yan 18 saw exactly this scene.

"Who, who threw the censer!!"

The brothers worked together to break the gold, and the fire was finally extinguished by the three brothers, but Yan Wu's hair was scorched by the flames, and he shouted angrily with his messy hair that was still smoking.

No one answered him, and the initiator smiled and left the window.

The three Yan brothers left in a huff.

Yan Eighteen knelt behind the desk, holding a slender bamboo spoon in his hand, and in front of him was the tea soup that was boiling 'gurgling', this is ginger tea, which can both dehumidify and deodorize, much stronger than the incense burner. The steaming heat enveloped him and pounced on his face, adding a little more blood to his pale face.

"Puff puff ......"

Heavy footsteps rang out, getting closer. After a while, there was a 'clang' sound from the doorway, the sound of chains falling to the ground, and someone pushed open the heavy iron-clad wooden door and entered.

"Brother Seven, you go, I won't agree."

Yan Shibai took a spoonful of strong tea soup with a bamboo spoon, put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously, only to feel that the 78,000 pores on his body were open together. He didn't look back.

The person who came didn't speak, and stood quietly behind Yan Eighteen.

Yan Eighteen took a sip of tea soup and said, "Yan Country is still the same Yan Country, and I am still the original rouge, but Seventh Brother, I can't let you kill my prime minister." ”

"Your Majesty."

An old voice sounded behind him.