In less than half a day, Murong Yunfan and the others were already standing at the door of Yanfeng Pavilion, and a trace of emotion flashed in their eyes. At that time, it was one of the greatest dependencies of the empire.

Lan Jiu didn't speak, just looked at Murong Yunfan quietly, and the rest of the people remained silent. Although Murong Yunfan didn't say it explicitly, everyone could see from his eyes that the story between him and this Yanfeng Pavilion was definitely not shallow.

Murong Yunfan exhaled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Junior Murong Yunfan, I have come to ask to see the old pavilion master, and I hope that the old pavilion master will meet for a while!"

Quiet, deathly quiet, without the slightest sound. Everyone was not worried, Murong Yunfan's words, but after deepening their cultivation, if there were people in Yanfeng Pavilion, they would definitely be able to hear it clearly. And now, they naturally have no other way, they can't force their way in, they can only wait for death.

At this moment, a hissing sound came, and I saw a buzzing sound on the Yanfeng Pavilion. The voice of vicissitudes came, "You go back, I said many years ago that I will never meet the people of the Murong family again in this life!"

Everyone was shocked, no one thought that this old man would be so strong, but it was Murong Yunfan who continued to say in a low voice, "Old Pavilion Master, I know that you are still angry in the imperial capital all these years, but now, we have important matters to discuss with the old Pavilion Master, which may be related to the safety of you and Yanfeng Pavilion!"

"Hehe, Yun Fan, in the entire Murong family, you are the only person I don't hate, but it's just that I don't hate it!" The voice turned, extremely cold, "You still don't know me after all, do you think I will still be afraid of death? From the moment my relatives and heirs and this Yanfeng Pavilion disciple died, I was already bent on death!"

Murong Yunfan was a little anxious, and hurriedly said, "But the old pavilion master, you are kind to me, I can't let you have an accident in front of me like this!"

"Go back!" said the old voice, ethereal, and then there was no more sound.

Lan Jiu and the others were helplessly stunned in place, and after a long time, they asked, "Master Hou, that... Then what should we do? Do we want to retreat here? Or break in? Calculate the time, I'm afraid that the people of the demon clan are already here, and they can't continue to drag it on!"

Murong Yunfan sighed slightly, and said in a low voice, "There is no way, although the old pavilion master drove us away, I can't leave after all... As for breaking in, it is impossible to get it, after all, he is me and the great benefactor of our empire! Just stay in front of Your Excellency Yan Feng, I think with our perception, no matter how strong the demon clan is, it can't fly in from under our noses!"

Lan Jiu nodded, then turned his face and asked, "I don't know, the old pavilion master of Yanfeng Pavilion has any grievances with the imperial capital?"

Murong Yunfan sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "Back then, when this old pavilion master was the master, I was still a child... At that time, the Yanfeng Pavilion had many disciples and great prestige...."

Without the slightest concealment, Murong Yunfan slowly explained the story of the year, a very distant story. In the tone, there seem to be a variety of incomprehensible emotions, and the joy and worry in them are just afraid.

At that time, in the Yanfeng Pavilion, an old man with vicissitudes of life knelt down in front of a tablet.

His eyes were full of tears, and his long gray hair covered his face, making it impossible to tell his age. I saw his mouth trembling and said, "Is it right or wrong for me to do this? Well, it should be right, I already have a premonition that my limit is coming, if I really let them come in to protect me, I am afraid that it will drag them down!"

When the words fell, his whole person became extremely lonely, and his palm lightly crossed a token that had long been rusted, and he muttered in a low voice, "I am weak and incompetent who hate the demon clan and the imperial capital, but the Murong family has not done anything wrong after all!"

When the words fell, the old man sat down, and his thoughts gradually drifted into the distance, and there was no sound.

That token, called the Heavenly Order, is a token that can only be issued by the royal family of the imperial capital. As the name suggests, the holder of the token is the so-called Heavenly Palace, and the ability to cast iron is the strongest person in the empire. And the person who holds the Heavenly Decree has the power of the official worship of Yipin, and the power he has is far greater than that of the Yipin general.

For thousands of years, there has only one place for the Heavenly Order, and that is Yanfeng Pavilion. And in fact, Yan Feng Pavilion can indeed enjoy this glory, after all, every year, the human beings' high-grade armaments and weapons and complex instruments are all from the hands of Yan Feng Pavilion.

Even the Wang Sword was created by the Pavilion Master of the Yanfeng Pavilion back then, and almost all the weapons and swords of the imperial relatives came from here.

The glory and aura, until the pavilion master of this generation, turned directly into a disaster. In that cold winter, it suddenly came here, and it fell on Yan Feng Pavilion and all the disciples. Overnight, this prestigious place of heavenly craftsmanship did not fall to this point.

On that day, the current pavilion master was still in the imperial capital, discussing with Murong Han the military needs of the year.

A sudden messenger broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere, it was the demon clan, the chaos demon king rashly attacked the Yanfeng Pavilion with an army of 100,000. Including the relatives of Yan Feng's disciples and the pavilion master, more than 100 people were trapped in it, and many of the children had died in the war.

The messenger was deliberately proposed by the Chaos Demon King, and she wanted a negotiation, a negotiation with the survival of the Yanfeng Pavilion as a bargaining chip.

At that time, the demon clan was not as powerful as it is now, and the resources were not abundant, and there was an urgent shortage of equipment. The demon clan said that they could not threaten the Yanfeng Pavilion, but the human side must give 600,000 armaments and weapons, 100,000 sophisticated weapons, and 50,000 large weapons.

That's a huge number, almost three years of humanity's armaments budget, but it's a little insignificant compared to the entire Yanfeng Pavilion.

Murong Han did not hesitate at all, and transported all the equipment to the border of the demon clan according to the requirements of the demon clan. But at this moment, the demon clan chose to go back on its word, directly robbing the batch of armaments and materials, and even killed more than 100 people in the entire Yanfeng Pavilion.

The human soldiers are naturally not weak, and after killing countless demon clans, they finally escorted back most of the supplies.

However, tens of thousands of armaments still flowed out, which were taken away by the demon clan, and more importantly, when the demon clan withdrew from Yanfeng Pavilion, there was already blood everywhere and there was no survivor. The pavilion master seemed to be crazy, and frantically pounded the ground with his hands, which was a pain that far exceeded the pain of the skin.

The pavilion master of that year was over seventy years old, and after this blow, it was finally a vicissitudes overnight.

Originally, these things were all done by the demon clan, no wonder Murong Han. But after this disaster, the pavilion master resolutely relied on the identity of "heavenly craftsman" to transfer 800,000 troops in an attempt to avenge Yanfeng Pavilion.

After the first war of armaments, the human side was already at a loss, and the armaments were taken away, and the stocks were even more empty. Murong Han knew the importance of this, holding the Wang Sword in his hand, blocking in front of the army, and was stunned to stop this revenge plan with his own strength.

The pavilion master pointed his sword directly at Murong Han's chest, but he still didn't put it down after all, and the Heavenly Order in his hand also fell to the ground.

On that day, at the gate of the imperial capital, the Lord of the Yanfeng Pavilion and the King of the Eastern Empire, Murong Han, argued for a long time. No one knew the result, not even Murong Yunfan didn't know, but watching the back of the old pavilion master riding away on a fierce horse was filled with countless sadness and desolation.

Later, Murong Han told him that Yan Feng Pavilion had completely broken with the empire from that day on.

With reluctance and hatred, the old pavilion master chose to return to the Yanfeng Pavilion and no longer interfere in anything in the imperial capital. And Murong Han's last request to him was to hope that he would not make any more senseless sacrifices, that he would not seek revenge against the demon clan alone, and that he would be able to live well.

The old pavilion master didn't understand Murong Han, but Murong Yunfan could understand that Murong Han's feelings for Yanfeng Pavilion were not much worse than anyone else.

The empire's heavenly order, Murong Han did not take it back, he asked the old pavilion master to throw it away if he didn't want it. Because he knew that with the old pavilion master's loyalty to the empire, it was impossible to abandon that small token.

Since then, Murong Han has not bothered the old pavilion master's comfortable life again, and he has not even sent a single gold or cloth. Since then, the imperial capital has set up its own Ministry of Industry, but the equipment that can be manufactured has completely dropped a notch compared to Yanfeng Pavilion.

As for Yan Feng Pavilion, it also slowly disappeared above the Flame Immortal Mountain, and was gradually forgotten by the world.

In the distance, in the imperial capital of the Eastern Empire, Murong Han sat quietly on the throne. With the palm of his hand, he gently brushed the sword in his hand, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Old man, do you remember him?" After all, I also lost him back then, I hope that Brother Yunfan, this time I can resolve the depression in it!"

The voice was not loud, but it unexpectedly caused a burst of brilliance in the saber in his hand, as if he was sentimental and seemed to be sighing.

The corners of Murong Han's eyes revealed a bitter smile, more than half of the objects in this palace were carved with the word Tiangong. It's just that these things have been many years ago, and over the years, no new ones have been added.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps, and a soldier hurriedly broke in.

Murong Han's gaze froze slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, why are you so flustered!"

The soldier hurriedly knelt on the ground and hurriedly reported, "Your Majesty, something is wrong! The Snow Demon Clan is announcing that it has settled in the Demon Clan, and it is preparing people these days, and now the entire Ning Xue Immortal Mountain has invaded our northern border in the name of revenge!"

A trace of cruel brilliance appeared in the corner of Murong Han's eyes, and then he clenched the sword in his hand as soon as he held it in his hand. His lips opened slightly, and a cold voice came, "Hehe, even if you steal the king's sword, you still dare to invade my territory now? Isn't it true that we are no human beings? Spread my orders, and the first army is fully ready! I want to drive the expedition in person and completely annihilate this group of snow demon clans!"