The sky is full of faint clouds, and the heavy eaves Feiyu is covered with a piece of gold.

Under a towering old tree in the prince's garden, the old man with fluttering hair stopped and looked up, looking at the sky through the layers of leaves, and the long figure on the ground was lonely and desolate.

When Mu Zisheng followed the emperor into the prince's garden, he saw his father, his eyebrows trembled, his face was calm, and his hand holding the sword was blue. Early this morning, the noble concubine Niangniang went to Fahua Temple to enter the incense and announced that her mother was accompanied, and he didn't even have the opportunity to talk to his father alone, let alone pass on the message outside the palace.

"Greetings to the emperor" The eunuch drove to the courtyard that broke the silence in the dusk, Mu Liancheng turned to look at the gate and knelt down, Nalan Yu was wearing a vermilion dragon robe, embroidered with turbulent golden waves under the robe, with a purple belt tied around his waist, one hand behind his back, one hand on his raised lower abdomen, and he looked up at the canopy that Mu Liancheng was looking at just now. "The old branches are luxuriant and towering to the sky, and the old marshal looks up every day, which shows that the marshal and martyr are in their twilight years and strong heart. ”

"Back to the emperor, the old minister is already old and twilight, looking up at this tree every day, just envy the tired birds on this tree to return to the nest" Nalan Yu did not announce his life, Mu Liancheng could only kneel and bow down to answer, his words were cautious, remembering that the first emperor could sit on the ground with him in the Xuande Palace, discuss the mountains and rivers with him, and rush to the side, not vulgar and courteous, and keep the world in mind, and now......

"Oh, let's live, the old marshal entered the palace Pope's art of war is really hard, I was negligent, let's go back to the house today to rest. Nalan Yu helped Mu Liancheng with a hand, "It will be the queen's birthday in two months, and I also ask the marshal to bring Princess Murong and Xiao Ziyan into the palace for a banquet together, and the emperor will officially apprentice at that time" The tone was sincere but his eyes were gloomy.

Mu Liancheng saw that gaze, remembered the dying words of the first emperor, and sweat oozed from his palms, the first emperor, for your long-cherished wishes, for the sake of the common people in the world, the ministers are brave and loyal, and they will definitely do their best to protect your country. He suddenly felt that he had been imprisoned in the past few days, and it was not a matter of humiliation to teach the ten-year-old prince Nalan Zhe the art of war, if he could teach the prince to be as ambitious as his grandfather, the benevolent and enlightened generation of monarchs was also the most loyal guardian of Xuanxia. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. ”

A few hours ago, three poles on the sun, Zi Yan was covered in sweat, kneeling on one knee on the floor of the secluded room, holding a short sword in his right hand, supporting the ground with his left hand, half of his hair was scattered in front of his shoulders, his face was a little pale, for a few days, even sleeping would be suddenly attacked and forced to practice swords, but he only ate some fruit and porridge, and those images had been accurately hit by her in the center, killing six, and only one was left.

may be the last reason, she is always worried that it is the real Sister Xin'er, who repeatedly can't bear to be hit, so that she is attacked by the other party again and again, in fact, Xin'er has already left the dark room, and only sends porridge and fruit once a day, and as long as she is completely lax or has a little attack power on the contrary, those images will attack.

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and settled down, she was not Sister Xin'er, no, she suddenly opened her eyes and jumped up, jumped to the hanging lamp on the top of the dark room with all her strength, and then quickly dived down and pointed the sword in her hand at Xin'er's heart, and then turned over and knelt down on one knee to face the image. Yu Guang looked behind him and showed joy, it was so good to hit. Suddenly, there was a heat in her hand, and the short sword let out a low roar, growing an inch, glowing with light red light, and her whole body felt much more relaxed.

At the same time, the ten teenagers who were training in the polar region of Beisang Country were also feeling that the weapons in their hands were all whispering like golden feathers, and different words flashed on their swords. Thirty-two-year-old Cheng Yue faced south, looking at the sky, mist rose in his eyes, almost fifteen years, he can finally go back, from the time Mu Ziyan was born, his "Yin" word sword returned to his hand again, he was once the youngest of the Red Feather Twelve Wings, so he was ordered to run to the end of the world, with the sword dripping with Xiao Ziyan's blood, looking for the remaining eleven people in the Twelve Wings, and leading them to train together, but there is still one person missing, where is he.

And in a quiet courtyard in Huadu, under a blooming peach blossom tree, Yin Chuan, who was holding the piano with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, looked fixedly at the side of the case and whispered, and a red sword with the word "Zi" flashed, and reached out to catch a petal, if I smell it, or, ignore it? Once, he also wanted to follow the instructions of the sword and go to find its companions and his fateful comrades, but thinking of the scene of a sword piercing his chest and those eyes that kept appearing in his dreams, he retreated.

Zi Yan removed the seven-colored fine brocade rope from his neck, and the rope buckle passed through the oval hole at the hilt, and the sword slowly shortened when it touched the fine brocade rope, and became a transparent feather-like jade pendant.

At this time, her eyes were shining, and she jumped to the stone gate, embedded the jade pendant in the switch, and the door slowly opened after a while.

The first thing I did when I came out of the secluded room was to go to the kitchen to find food, and I saw Fan's mother napping on the table, sleeping soundly, and couldn't bear to disturb, so I took a few snacks and thought about going to Xin'er to show off, but I saw that the two little guys in the corridor were also napping, so I felt that something was wrong, and looked up carefully at the eaves and bushes, and there was no shadow of a secret guard in the house. She jumped to her mother's room, but there was no figure of her mother and Xin'er, thinking that something must have happened, so she hurriedly ran out. Thinking of his mother's words, he returned to his yard, but Mu Yan was cleaning the room without doing anything, and he was very happy to see her come back.

"Mu Yan, where is my mother?, has anyone been here in the house?" Zi Yan asked anxiously without waiting for her to speak.

"Madame went to Fahua Temple early in the morning to make incense, and no one in the house has come. Mu Yan didn't understand why she was so anxious, "By the way, Miss Leng sent a letter yesterday, you can take a look." ”

"Sister Leng will leave at noon today, and she will also go to Fahua Temple to make incense. Zi Yan opened the letter and took a look, she must have something to do with me in such a hurry, thinking that it was also Fahua Temple, Zi Yan made up her mind: "Yan'er, change my men's clothes, I want to go out, you hide in the dark pavilion after I leave, don't come out." ”

Mu Ziyan, who changed into men's clothes, remembered his mother's words before leaving the house, and after thinking about it, he turned back to the secluded room and took the ancient sword, and muttered in his heart: "It's broken, it's a sword, since you can't use Akabane, use you."