When he changed his route again, boarded the Fantasy Sea Hall of the Tianpin Sect of the Middle Tang Dynasty, and invited his descendants to the first disciple to no avail, the building boat went straight to Chang'an City in Kyoto.

The grand auction once every ten years is a routine event of Tongbao Trading Company on the surface, but how can it not be an exchange between the various forces in Shenzhou by default, and even an opportunity to test each other?

The exchanges and exchanges between the new generation of disciples and the testing of each other's fresh blood are also looking at the depth of each other's heritage, and deducing the future direction of the other party from a little clue.

In this way, you can plan in advance and prepare, whether it is to make friends, or to prepare to cut a piece of meat from the interests controlled by the other party, or to deal with various problems that may arise.

All of these are things that those in power need to consider, and now, there is one more.

Because, that person is coming!

Although it has not yet arrived, it is already on the way, and it is unstoppable, attracting the attention of countless top forces.

And back then, that person had also come, but he fled in a hurry, and it was even more harmful, a strong man with supreme kendo art and a name for himself.

Therefore, many people laughed at him, ridiculed him, and spread all kinds of cool words.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that no matter what these people say, they can't change the fact that that person is the first person in the world who can escape with his whole body when the world's first sword immortal makes a move.

Throughout Shenzhou, whether it is a human demon, or a demon, even if a saint is powerful, he has never done it.

Now, this person has come back in a grand manner, and with the invincible momentum, countless Tianjiao in the Tang Dynasty under constant pressure has come, making those people hesitate, frightened, and jealous.

No matter how you arrange that person, you can't change the fact, and they will never be able to compare to that person.

It is precisely because of this that they will do everything they can to slander to cover up their weakness.

But there is only one exception.

This place is very contradictory, it is a place where the most bad things are said about that person, but it is also the place where the most good things are said.

Pingkang Fang, one hundred and eight squares in Chang'an, the most prestigious, make people linger, whether it is a literati and ink writers, or martial arts Tianjiao, all like to come here to the Goolan Washe.

The spring breeze is proud, and the Chang'an flowers are read in one day.

Five years ago, that person was still the king of Wu in the Eastern Song Dynasty, a young man who was proud and unscrupulous, and under the premise of being a copyist under no one, he hung and beat all the talented people of Chang'an.

It is also in one day, connecting 12 stunning Oiran invitations, and successfully ascending the flower building, watching the beauties play the piano, taste fragrant tea, grind ink with plain hands, make spoons with jade hands, and sing and dance with beauties, which is enviable, and I hate to replace each other.

For a time, countless people rushed to follow suit and regarded him as a model for my generation.

Even if he was listed as a wanted criminal in the Tang Dynasty, the thorn in the side of the royal family still could not hide the enthusiasm of literati and celebrities for his pursuit.

It is said that literati are inferior to each other, but in this world where martial arts are prevalent, many depressed literati and writers are excited every time they mention the name that is taboo for the nobles of Chang'an.

is the only person who can suppress so many martial arts Tianjiao, and he has never despised the literati, thinking that even if he achieves great Confucianism and attracts the aura of Haoran, he can only sit in the city and deter demons like a mud puppet.

As for the famous Oiran, he hated that person to come again, and he could use it to double his worth and spread his fame far and wide, just like the twelve Oiran back then.

Of course, now that things are wrong, the twelve oirans are not there, and that person is not the young prince of the year, but the pride of the sky in Shenzhou - King Yaoyao!

Now, the man is coming again!

In Pingkangfang, countless celebrities looked forward to it, opened the dressing box, and tried the neat and cherished gauze skirts and jewelry, rouge and fragrance powder, as if they didn't need money, in order to show the best side.

The unmath student, the Merry Ink Artist, also clenched the folding fan in his hand, scavenging every bit of ink in his stomach in order to compete with the legendary man.

No matter how bad it is, you have to fight for a good reputation.

But more people are sharpening their knives, ready to retaliate for revenge, stepping on one foot at a time.

"Sister, the secret messenger, that person is about to arrive in Chang'an in the near future!"

In a certain show building, a pretty maid came to the show building to sell her art and not sell her body, and she had a superb Oiran backyard to report it.

"That thief ......"

A shadow smashed the teacup, tore up the half-painted ink painting, and the silver teeth rattled, as if they wanted to eat the man alive.

"The sword master has an order, not to move, in addition, fully cooperate with that person to act in the capital!"

But at this moment, an inconspicuous house finch flew into the courtyard, and the black eyes the size of sesame seeds flashed with extremely humanized agility, and they spoke out people's words.

"What? How could the sword master give such an order? Is the sword master confused? That man killed Changqin and several other sisters......

The woman couldn't believe it.

"Pay attention to your words and identity, don't make an example, otherwise you know the consequences!"

The house finch glanced at the woman coldly, spread her wings, fluttered softly, and flew away in an instant.

"How so?"

The woman was unwilling, her beautiful eyes were misty, crystal tears crossed her cheeks, and her nails pierced her palms, but she couldn't do anything.

The maid was distressed, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

......

"Damn, this beast has lost the Eight Horses Map, and he is no longer qualified to compete for the throne, so he must die!"

In Yankang Fang, a young man with a disheveled hair, but quite rich, white and bearded, dressed in a python robe, smashed the precious porcelain in the room with a hideous face, and discounted many strange flowers and plants.

The sporadic guards, servants, and maids outside the door were even more silent, and no one dared to say anything.

"Rifle!"

The young man vented for a while, took a deep breath, and let out a low snort.

"Lord Wang!"

Before the voice fell, in the shadows in the corner of the room, a figure suddenly walked out, it was a thin middle-aged man, but his body was full of feminine taste.

"Go and tell the man, this king agreed, in addition to the previous agreement, there is also a condition that the head of the dog bastard must be exchanged!"

The young man said viciously.

"Slaves obey!"

The middle-aged expression remained unchanged, as if he was a sound worm, and the words did not fall, but the person disappeared strangely.

"This king wants your life!"

Soon, a low, demonic roar and ping-pong sound sounded in the room.

......

In the Silver Hook Gambling House, the underground martial arts arena, in a secret room, a young man had a different color on his face, playing with a piece of jade slip, which was a communication jade talisman.

"Hey, I didn't expect to make a loss-making deal back then!"

The young man rubbed his eyebrows, seemed to have a headache, and muttered to himself, "Agui, you say...... Do you want to accept this deal?"

The shadow in the corner of the secret room twisted strangely, and a thirty-year-old young man with a white face and beard walked out silently, who also had a feminine aura, and respectfully owed and said: "The prince is a genius, where does the slave know this?"

"You've always been such a ghost!"

The young man pointed and laughed, and his face suddenly solemnized, "You tell me the truth, with your cultivation, if you are against that person......"

"Lord Wang!"

The young man's pupils shrank, and his feminine face, which had no deterrence, was even more rare to interrupt the master's words, and said solemnly, "If you want to do it, the slave will never give up, even if he fights hard, he will not hesitate to do it, but ...... ...... by the man's nature"

Although the words have not been finished, the meaning of the words has been clearly expressed.

"If you can't do it, then everyone else can't do it!"

The young man squinted, and the cynicism on his face rose again, "Okay, this deal is done, no matter how bad it is, it is better than my eldest brother and second brother!"

With his ability, he didn't know how strong that person was now, but he knew that the people around him were strong, even he couldn't do it, and the tone was almost certain to die, which had already made him make up his mind.

......

In the forbidden place in the backyard of Zheng Guogong's mansion, a middle-aged man knelt down in front of a rockery, his forehead was red, and his tiger eyes were full of tears, which was clearly a posture that he couldn't kneel for a long time.

Beside her, a middle-aged woman was weeping, her eyes red, her face pale, and her face resolute.

If anyone who is familiar with the magnates of Chang'an is here, they will inevitably find that this is the son of the contemporary Zheng Guogong, and the current lord and wife of the Wei family.

"Hey!"

I don't know how long it took, an old sigh came from the rockery, and at some point, an old man dressed as white as a mountain appeared in the flickering light.

"Idiot, why are you doing this?"

The old man looked at his eldest son, and a touch of sadness flashed on his face.

"Ancestor, Jingtang's death is wronged, he is the most outstanding Tianjiao of the Wei family, and he is your great-great-grandson, you ......"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, the beautiful woman was already crying and wiping away her tears.

"Jingtang has evil thoughts in his heart, he takes people as dragons, and wants to kill the dragon to become enlightened, but he eats his own body, this is the reincarnation of heaven, and he has his own theorem, and he can't complain about others!"

Thinking of his great-great-great-grandson with excellent talent and talent, although the old man was remorseful, he was also sensible.

"Ancestor, even if that person is a dragon, he is also an evil dragon, count the life of that person, you see what he has done, forcing his son to kill his father and brother, turning his back on humanity, causing chaos in China, one by one, one by one, it is difficult to write, it is against the way of heaven, and it is against the purpose of my Confucianism to cherish the world!"

The middle-aged man prostrates.

"You...... This...... Hey!"

The old man was stunned, pointed to the middle-aged, couldn't speak for a long time, and finally closed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "That's it, give up this old face......"

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman prostrate in ecstasy.

......

In the depths of the palace, in a quiet and elegant courtyard, a beautiful and unparalleled girl was sitting cross-legged, not knowing what to cultivate.

Suddenly, the girl stood up, appeared in the courtyard with a smile, looked at the handsome man who came and said, "Brother Prince, what did you do to make your father unhappy?"

"Little sister, in your eyes, is my brother and I such an ignorant person?"

The handsome man's face collapsed, and he exaggerated.

"Giggles!"

The girl smiled coquettishly, and glanced at the other party, as if she was too lazy to expose the other party.

"Good sister!"

Seeing this, the handsome man hurriedly stepped forward with a shy face, and said again and again, "It's really none of my business this time, it's that person who came back, my father was angry, I just said more, and the result was ......."

Smack!

The porcelain cup in the girl's hand was shattered, the blood on her pink face retreated, her delicate body shook, and the bluffing man hurriedly stopped talking and didn't dare to speak.