This fortified city is bustling with traffic during the day, and at night, only a Hessian silhouette remains, and all the prosperity is swept away by the night.

As the owner of this city, Zhao Mingying's face was the same as that of this city at this time.

He looked through the window at the full moon hanging high in the sky, watching the moonlight sprinkle over the city, and I have to say that the moonlight is bright and beautiful tonight.

It fell like silver like water, on the eaves, on the street, on the vigorous trees, on the latticework in front of him, on his eyes, leaving two silver-white bright spots in his eyes.

But Zhao Mingying's mind is not on admiring the moon.

He wondered if the moon in the far north would be so bright.

He is on the throne and has monstrous power, although he knows the affairs of the world in the deep palace, but there are some things that he can't be sure of, and he needs to find someone to discuss carefully.

He already knew that his baby daughter had been injured, that she had been to the Divine Arrow Tribe, where she was not treated, that she was going over that snow-capped mountain, to the ice field that the world revered as an unknowable place, where he had been with Princess Huanyu, extremely cold and barren, leading to darkness, as if there would never be an end.

What a similar scene, as if what happened more than ten years ago is about to happen again, at some point, putting aside personal grudges, he will treat that kid as his own shadow, but she is his little padded jacket, he doesn't want this shadow to exist, so he is trying to erase him from her, but thinking about it is easy, it is a little difficult to do.

Even if he has millions of soldiers, he still feels more than capable of dealing with this matter, especially now that he is getting stronger and stronger, in addition, there is another reason, he doesn't know what she will think if he kills her beloved with his own hands.

This concern stems from his understanding of her, she is the softest place in his heart, he owes her a lot, and he has not had time to remedy it, how to do hurtful things again.

The snowy region was once the place where he was haunted by his dreams, where his best memories were left.

He suddenly remembered that the moon could not be seen in the far north.

Smiling to herself, Zhao Mingying pushed open the window, and a wisp of night wind wrapped in a chill came to her face.

The cold wind interrupted his reverie.

Zhao Mingying is admiring the moon, and someone is admiring him at this moment.

His back was shrouded in darkness, he was tall, the silver moonlight passed through the sides of his cheeks, as if bathed in the moonlight, he should still be so handsome, the only pity was that he had not yet reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and his temples were white.

Over the years, he has never seen Zhao Mingying smile, even if he laughs, it will be a short time, what about the monstrous power, isn't he also living in his own cage?

After a low sigh, someone said slowly: "Your Majesty, the moonlight tonight is very beautiful, in fact, it is not suitable for talking about things, you can enjoy the moon." ”

Zhao Mingying replied: "Is it beautiful, it should be pale and weak." ”

The man laughed dryly twice and said, "Yesterday, I made a hexagram, the world will not be peaceful, what does Your Majesty think?" ”

Zhao Mingying said lightly: "Does the national teacher mean the land of the extreme north? After the death of Wushan, there will naturally be a new master in the snowy region, and many people will die, this is the principle of the cycle of heavenly principles, and there is nothing to sigh about." ”

The national teacher said: "Your Majesty, do you know why Wushan died and who killed him?"

Zhao Mingying shook his head and asked calmly, "National teacher, please speak." ”

The national teacher smiled: "Because of the little princess, I was killed by Xiao Jiansheng." ”

Zhao Mingying suddenly turned around, looked at the old figure, and asked after a few breaths: "The news from the national teacher, is the news accurate?"

The national teacher said slowly: "That guy from Chongyang, he also went that night." ”

Maybe it's because of Liu Mubai, when Zhao Mingying heard the name of Chongyang Lao Dao, he was very unhappy, but it didn't affect the night talk on the nine-story tower, the national teacher was a little inconvenient to move, and his body had reached the limit when he climbed the ninth floor just now, so Zhao Mingying held the arm of the national teacher, and the two sat down next to a tea case, made a pot of good flower tea for the national teacher, smelled the fragrance of the tea, and asked calmly: "The national teacher just talked about a hanging, you might as well talk about the hexagram." ”

The national teacher poured two cups of tea, returned a cup to His Majesty, and then took a sip of his cup while it was hot, and said with a smile: "There is turmoil in the direction of Bijia country, I have never been able to think of how a country without qi can present a hexagram, thinking about it, maybe there is only one possibility, the old national teacher Sui Weimo may still be alive, or that there are still people in the Huan clan or, in this way, the possibility of Huanyu alive is also very high." ”

Zhao Mingying was about to pick up the teacup and drink tea, but suddenly the teacup fell down heavily, the tea spilled out, poured on his hand, he was unconscious, the teacup made a loud sound, making a heavy sound.

Zhao Mingying said excitedly: "National Teacher, tell me quickly, who should I send to pick up Huanyu?"

At this moment, Zhao Mingying was in a hurry, ecstatic, his eyes were shining like never before, this behavior seemed very inconsistent with his identity and status, his words could even be described incoherently, but he didn't care about this, her figure had already begun to appear in his mind.

At this moment, the national teacher smiled and said: "Your Majesty doesn't need to be so anxious, for so many years, has Your Majesty searched for it less, why did things improve when the princess appeared in the snowy region, time, fate, and luck, all three are indispensable, and you can't rush it." ”

Zhao Mingying consciously lost her temper, rubbed her hands as if to quiet herself, pecked a few sips of flower tea, and smiled in front of the national teacher for the first time: "The national teacher is right, but I don't know ...... Xue'er and her mother."

The national teacher did not solve the puzzle for His Majesty this time, but suddenly said another thing, he must say this tonight, I am afraid that he hesitated, the national teacher said: "There are thousands of knots in the world, there is naturally a perfect strategy, the world is like this, and the state affairs are also like this, the prosperity of the country lies in the hearts of the people, and the people's hearts are together, the national fortunes can be prosperous, the people's hearts are scattered, and the gods are not saved, in fact, Your Majesty can change this matter, remember to tie it to one person, such as ......"

Zhao Mingying also interrupted the words of the national teacher for the first time, and said with slight displeasure: "The national teacher hopes that I have acquiesced to the matter of that kid and Xue'er, and acquiesced to the kid's embezzlement of my Fengtian Dynasty's national fortune, this matter is completely impossible, I want to kill him, I won't look at anyone's face, Xue'er is the same, she is still young now, and she has no mature consideration for emotional matters." ”

The national teacher smiled and said, "I still remember that when I picked you up, Princess Huanyu was not very big. ”

Zhao Mingying snorted coldly, staring straight at the old man.

The national teacher took a big sip of the teacup, and said slowly: "What should be said, I have already said it, how to act Your Majesty takes it yourself, I just provide a reference direction, the wind is strong in the middle of the night, Your Majesty take care of the dragon body, and retire." ”

The national teacher got up and walked away.

There was still a sip of undrunk tea left on the tea table, which gradually cooled down.

Silver moonlight shone in through the window, spilling right on the white porcelain teacup, dragging a long black shadow behind it.

Zhao Mingying was full of anger when he thought of this, and he didn't get up to send him, but when his eyes inadvertently fell on the white porcelain teacup, he was suddenly shocked, and there were wisps of bright blood hanging on the teacup used by the national teacher.

When Zhao Mingying came back to his senses and chased under the nine-story tower, he saw that the lonely old man was swaying in the night.

At this time, thousands of miles away from the Fengtian Dynasty, the three figures are also walking aimlessly under the night, there is no moon in the night sky, only a little star sprinkled on this vast blue ice field, leaving a bright shadow on it, giving people an illusion that heaven and earth are one, extremely illusory, people seem to be walking on the sky, beautiful.

But this is also the coldest place, even if they are wearing two warm clothes, they are still frozen, but fortunately, the three of them are all cultivators, and they are not really frozen.

The three of them had already crossed the snow-capped mountain after noon, and had been walking until now, their bodies had long been frozen, but they didn't see the lamp that Ning Tieshoe said, according to the meaning of the big porcelain bowl, they should give up as soon as possible, maybe it was the old man who made the three of them poor.

But Zhao Lingxue felt that it was impossible, since the old man pointed out the maze, naturally there was no reason to lie, Xiao Jiansheng also thought so, although Ning Tieshoe was greedy for wine, but after all, he was an old-timer, and he couldn't make this frozen joke with a few juniors.

As the three of them went deeper, the temperature became colder and colder, and every time they lifted their feet, it became a difficult thing, as if they were frozen as soon as they landed, according to the current speed of travel, they were hundreds of miles deeper, but there was still an endless night sky ahead, and if you want to find a well in this environment, it should be about the same as looking for a needle in a haystack.

In order to pass the long time, the two girls pestered Xiao Jiansheng along the way to explain his past, which was tantamount to revealing his scars, but Zhao Lingxue wanted to hear it, and he couldn't bear to refrain from it, although his mouth was already a little dry, but after passing through an ice pack as towering as a mountain, Xiao Jiansheng suddenly remembered a trend.

He remembered that there was a story in Mujingkou, the story came from the mouth of his adoptive father, since the death of his adoptive father, few people have mentioned it, Xiao Jiansheng was still young at that time, and he had the right to listen to it as an interesting story, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't think it is a ridiculous thing.

That year, the adoptive father drunkenly went up the mountain to chop wood, and met a pair of old men playing under a tree at the location of Jiandao Ridge, an old man in black and a white cloth, as if it was the legendary black and white impermanence, however, the adoptive father drank wine, and naturally was not afraid of these, so he looked for the sound of the falling son and walked over, and when he got closer, he found that there was no chessboard between the two at all, let alone chess pieces, only a stump after being burned.

It was such a bland story, but Zhao Lingxue listened to it with relish, after Xiao Jiansheng finished speaking, Zhao Lingxue thought and said: "According to this, those two old men should be very great cultivators, they have reached the point of thinking about things in the void law, I heard the master say that only the legendary Nine Realms can be like this, and they are close to the realm of ascension." ”

Xiao Jiansheng nodded and replied: "I think so too, but I can't figure out why those two old men chose a poor mountain and a remote place, and what attracts them." ”

Zhao Lingxue smiled: "Maybe it's because of you, aren't you just the living treasure of the mud well?"

Xiao Jiansheng was just about to pinch Zhao Lingxue's nose as punishment, but at this moment, the big porcelain bowl suddenly screamed, pointing at a flame-like beam of light above the night sky.

Xiao Jiansheng and Zhao Lingxue looked at the past together, the initial flame-like beam was still light red, that is, in the blink of an eye, the beam began to spread in the sky like a dragon, like smoke and mist, swaying and swimming, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a cloud above the nine heavens, and finally turned into a dragon shape that crossed half of the night sky, dazzling, illuminating the entire ice field.

Xiao Jiansheng blurted out: "Candle Dragon!"