The sky is blue in August.

The white-haired boy in a wheelchair quietly looked at the tall and majestic city.

This ancient city with a history of hundreds of years has written all the vicissitudes of life on the city wall, and the traces of the splicing of bricks from the old and new cities bring the imagination of blood and fire.

Behind Ye Changsheng, everyone in the Ye family looked solemn and excited, looking up at the Cloud Dragon City bathed in the morning light.

They traveled all the way, from the small town of Sanchuan to the heart of the empire, and also experienced blood and fire.

Soon, they will follow Childe and walk into the heart of the empire with their heads held high, and finally complete this gorgeous transformation.

The Ye family will no longer be the Ye family of the past, and the Wenjian Hall will no longer be the Qianjiantang of the past, and they will no longer be the same as before.

Woohoo, woohoo!

A loud trumpet sounded, and the two closed gates slowly opened.

Everyone was in high spirits, the sledgehammer straightened his waist, and his solid hands grabbed the push hand of the wheelchair and strode forward.

Anyone can coax him, but he can't coax him!

Because at this moment, he and Childe are one.

The former rural boy has long since transformed into a mighty warrior.

The height of the sledgehammer has exceeded two meters, the lumpy muscles are bulging, the bronzed skin, and the bronzed face are like a copper-plated King Kong.

He was wearing a dark colored robe, which was in strong contrast with Ye Changsheng's white clothes.

He has short hair, black and hard, which contrasts strongly with Childe's flowing white hair.

Behind his broad shoulders, two hammers were held in place with black bandages.

The two crossed hammers are not only for aesthetics, but also as a deterrent for guardians.

Between two rows of solemn soldiers, wheelchairs move smoothly across the pontoon bridge, through deep doorways, and into the interior of the city.

On the wide square, the little prince Zuo Ciyun was dressed in a costume, with his hands behind his back, and looked at Ye Changsheng who was slowly driving away.

Behind him were the royal forbidden army and several officials of the Ministry of Rites, as well as the inseparable Fang Wuxian.

Outside the square where the forbidden army was isolated, there were countless greeters who came spontaneously.

They were mainly teenagers, all dressed in white, with long swords around their waists, and on the hilt of the sword, there were blood-red maple leaves.

Although they were not crowded, they stood neatly and densely, revealing Ling Ran's momentum.

Such a formation surprised everyone in the Ye family.

They didn't know that these people were not arranged by the little prince, but came spontaneously.

The city is full of red maple swords, and the fame of white-haired immortals is much greater than they imagined.

Among millions of people, there are many more white-haired and immortal supporters than they imagined.

How could the sword-forging genius of the Cloud Dragon Principality, who had not been born for hundreds of years, not be sought after by them?

How can a genius boy who started from the end of the empire, but walked into the center of the empire and treated him as a national soldier, not be respected by them?

The legends of forging swords, roaring the west wind with swords, and dominating Sanchuan have long been spread throughout the city and even the whole country, how can such a legendary teenager not arouse their curiosity?

In an era when martial arts were in vogue, every teenager prided himself on being a swordsman, and now what they are wearing is the long sword of Wenjiantang, and it is an extremely sophisticated long sword.

Ye Changsheng, as the founder of the Sword Hall, how could he not arouse their natural kindness?

Countless pairs of eyes are looking at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair, and countless people let out exclamations in their hearts.

Gray hair is immortal, and it really lives up to its name!

The wheelchair slowly drove in front of the little prince and stopped.

Ye Changsheng stood up from his wheelchair, bowed down and said, "Grass people Changsheng, I've seen the little prince!"

Zuo Ciyun laughed, and hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Ye Changsheng, you are not a grass citizen now, you are the senior advisor of my Royal Military Creation Bureau, although you have no real power, but you are also a seventh-rank official rank!"

Zuo Ciyun looked very happy, and today he deliberately wore the Yinchuan sword that Ye Changsheng forged for him.

Ye Changsheng is a talent he discovered, and Ye Changsheng's performance in the Nine Winds Province also proves that he is not wrong.

Ye Changsheng is still his life-saving benefactor, with this layer of relationship, no matter how he looks at Ye Changsheng, he is more pleasing to the eye, and he is more of his own than his own people.

Several officials of the Ministry of Rites behind the little prince were shocked, probably not expecting that the little prince would value Ye Changsheng so much.

Thinking of the young swordsmen they saw on the road who came specifically to welcome Ye Changsheng, how could the officials dare to put on a shelf, and they all stepped forward and took the initiative to salute Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng was neither humble nor arrogant, returned the salute one by one, and then sat back in the wheelchair quietly.

Woohoo, woohoo!

The horn sounded again, and the wheelchair continued to move forward, but next to the wheelchair, there were more people from the little prince.

The teenagers in the square began to get excited and rushed forward.

More than a dozen teenagers from the Nine Winds Province looked at the wheelchair that was coming, their faces were flushed, and they shouted: "White-haired immortals, the sword roars the west wind!"

The sudden shouting startled the little prince, and Fang Wuxian stepped forward nervously and blocked in front of the little prince.

After a short silence, the entire square erupted in an earth-shattering roar: "White hair is immortal, and the sword roars the west wind!"

"White-haired immortals, sword roars west wind!"

"White-haired immortals, sword roars west wind!"

The earth-shattering shouts stretched from the square to the road leading to the city, shaking the whole city.

Zuo Ciyun and the officials were shocked, and under countless pairs of hot eyes, they also straightened their waists.

They sighed in their hearts, yes, the fortune of the Yunlong Principality is not good, it has been squeezed, and it has been a long time since a genius has appeared.

Especially at the moment, the Glory Federation is eyeing the tiger, and the people living in the capital have already felt the depression and solemnity of the mountain rain coming.

And at this time, the emergence of a local genius is not catering to their inner expectations?

Zuo Ciyun and the officials instantly understood, why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent them to greet Ye Changsheng, including the previous momentum, wasn't it just to boost the morale of the countrymen?

Today's Yunlong Principality needs a hero too much.

White-haired immortals, sword roars west wind!

The earth-shattering shouts made everyone's blood boil.

The line behind the wheelchair was getting longer and longer, and it was countless teenagers wearing red maple swords, spontaneously following behind.

On both sides of the street along the way, there were countless teenagers in the middle of the road to greet them, and when the wheelchairs passed, they also stood at the back of the line.

What started as a simple welcoming ceremony turned into a parade that swept the city.

Hundreds of people flocked here, and the teahouses and restaurants on both sides of the street were crowded, and there were even girls screaming loudly, throwing fruits and flowers towards Ye Changsheng.

Everywhere the wheelchair goes, the streets are crowded, and the Chinese people compete to see the gray hair and longevity.

Countless big people can't help but sigh secretly, for hundreds of years, Yunlong City has ushered in many extraordinary characters, including many genius teenagers who have moved the continent.

However, none of these people can cause such a sensation like the white-haired immortal!

(End of chapter)