Twenty years have passed.

With the death of the leaders of the three major forces in the world, the world began to be in turmoil.

However, the change in the situation did not go as some people imagined, and the chess players who were hidden behind the scenes were a little unable to sit still.

After receiving the news from Sikong Ming and Sikong Qi, as well as the rumors of entering the alliance between the Dragon Fort and the Ming Phoenix Pavilion, Sikong Yujiu's calm and waveless state of mind couldn't help but become turbulent at this time, like a boulder thrown into the lake, and the ripples disturbed the lake were restless and unsettled, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.

After the death of Zong Shuai, the Sikong family has become the number one strength of the Zong family, although there are still Mrs. Ning Wei and Zong Shuai's son Zong Sheng, but the former is short-sighted and ambitious, and the latter is lustful and useless, wine bags and rice bags, all of which are difficult to achieve big things.

To be exact, it's him who is empty-handed.

As for Ning Wei and Zongsheng, Sikong Jiu didn't take it to heart from beginning to end, because no matter what they did, they were on top of his Sikong Jiu's chess game, and they had already calculated it, and they couldn't jump out of it, and they couldn't turn the game.

However, Wan Yanhong, a waste boy who had never been calculated, suddenly turned into a chess player and competed with him on the same stage, which made Sikong Yujiu's heart quite uneasy.

This world is really chaotic......

Standing quietly in the courtyard for a long time, Sikong Jiujiu walked out slowly on crutches.

On the side of the main hall of the sect, through a heavily guarded place, Sikong Jiu entered an underground secret passage.

As soon as you enter the secret passage, the light suddenly becomes dimmed, the secret passage is spacious and deep, every short distance, there is a burning flame lighting platform, releasing fiery red flames, illuminating the secret passage slightly brighter, but still not clear and bright.

Compared to the large stone chamber, the fires were somewhat insignificant.

In the quiet secret passage, except for the slight footsteps of Sikong Yujiu and the sound of crutches hitting the ground, there was the crackling sound of flames, and the silence was a little weird and terrifying.

Walking straight down the secret passage, in front of the largest secret room at the end, Sikong Yujiu stopped.

The entrance to the secret room is not like the usual door that opens on both sides, but a sluice gate that pulls upward, because of the thickness of the stone material, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to break through, and the end is extremely closed.

Instead of opening the floodgates, Sikong Jiu spoke to the imprisoned people in the secret room through a window the size of a man's head.

It was a middle-aged man in a white monotonous undershirt, with a disheveled head, a somewhat sluggish face, and the whole person was paralyzed in a wheelchair weakly, as if he was suffering from some kind of dementia, and his lower body was not successful, otherwise how could he sit in a wheelchair?

Standing in front of the window, Sikong Jiu looked at the demented man in white fixedly for a while, and then the old man's voice came slowly: "The situation is unknown, I need your words." ”

And as Sikong Jiujiu's words came, the white-shirted demented man who had been sitting in a wheelchair and motionless finally had some movement, his body was still not moving, but his mouth was open and moving, and then he spit out hoarse and slurred words, laborious appearance, as if he was squeezed out of his throat.

If it were an ordinary person, where could he hear what the ghost was saying, I am afraid that he would have lost his patience a long time ago, but Sikong Yujiu is different, he knows his son's fault, but he knows even more that his son has what kind of extraordinary ability, so for the next action, for the proverb, he is willing to listen patiently and distinguish.

That's right, this white-shirted man who was imprisoned in the secret room is the son of Sikong Yujiu, Sikong Xian.

"Dragon and Phoenix...... Finish, finish...... Sky...... "......Although the words were very vague, after repeating them a few times, Sikong Jiujiu still heard the proverb that Sikong Xian said and understood the meaning.

Really......

Sikong Jiu suddenly sighed, his brows tightly locked, a little solemn.

Originally, the three families were divided and could still maintain the balance of the world, and he also had the opportunity to slowly erode and seek the real power of the three families, and then control the entire world and come to the throne of the lord of the world, but now, he had such a task as Yan Hong, and seeing that the Mingfeng Pavilion was about to be annexed, with two to one, the Zong family fell into a disadvantageous situation.

Trouble......

Sikong Yujiu began to think about countermeasures, now the Royal Dragon Fort and Mingfeng Pavilion still only have a tendency to unite, as far as he knows, the marriage is only the plan of Wan Yan Hong and Wen Jing, those old guys in Southern Xinjiang did not agree, but if they continue to let the two of them join forces like this, it is only a matter of time before those people in Southern Xinjiang succumb.

It must be stopped!

Otherwise, Si Kongxian's proverb is likely to come true.

After so many years, although he is still wary of his son, Sikong Yujiu has been convinced of his prophecy, which is the trust brought by countless proverbs.

It seems that we have to send someone to contact the southern Xinjiang side, Sikong Jiujiu thought in his heart, glanced at Sikong Xian through the small window, and then turned around and left.

And for a period of time after Sikong Jiujiu left, Sikong Xian, who had been silent and sluggish because of the proverbs, suddenly moved again, and his dull eyes suddenly became divine and profound.

"Wan Yanhong, it's a little interesting...... The light in the black pupils flickered, and Sikong Xian's interested voice suddenly sounded, perhaps because he was used to the state when he said the proverbs, and his voice still seemed a little hoarse.

Obviously, he didn't really suffer from some kind of dementia, but deliberately pretended.

In fact, the reason why he has fallen to this point is really due to his good brother Sikong Ming, of course, the old guy Sikong Jiu also made a contribution, not only did not investigate Sikong Ming's guilt afterwards, but even though the other party was the other party, and then imprisoned himself in this dark place.

"Heh, the situation is unknown, let's let you fight for a while, now, it's not the time for me to show up," Sikong Xian muttered in a low voice, closing his eyes and returning to his original half-dead dementia state again.

A faint murmur, as if from the Nine Hells, suddenly floated through the dark chamber.

"Old fellow, wait, what you inflicted on me, one day, I will return it......"

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Royal Dragon Fort, Green Dragon Residence.

In a bamboo forest courtyard, Ning Rong and Wen Jing sat opposite each other.

Holding the teapot in her hand, Ning Rong first poured Wen Jing a cup of tea, and then poured it for herself.

"Mrs. Ning Rong, do you have anything to do with me?" Wen Jing asked a little stiffly, although she had been in the Dragon Castle for a while, and she and Nangong Ling'er had become familiar with them, she had never been able to maintain a normal heart in the face of Ning Rong.

Picking up the teacup, Ning Rong first took a sip with a graceful attitude, and didn't care about Wen Jing's cautious attitude, and then lightly opened her lips and said, "I want to ask about the matter over there in Mingfeng Pavilion, so does the old guy have any reaction?" ”

I don't know why, Wen Jing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

What she was most afraid of was that Ning Rong suddenly told her some bad news.