"The Grand Duke of Imperial Dragon Castle and the Emperor Fu have arrived outside the fortress, please show me."

In the quiet cave, a somewhat cool woman's voice with a hint of tenderness suddenly sounded.

In the very center of the cave, there is a simple bronze tripod, the blue flame rises in the ding, the ghost fire jumps quietly, the flame light churns, and the cave is illuminated into a strange place.

"If you have a guest from afar, you should welcome you."

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, thousands of miles away from the rivers and mountains, and floated out of the ghost fire.

Bronze Ding, in front of the dark blue ghost fire, kneeling on the ground, "piously" to meet the soft woman, bowed slightly, indicating understanding, a slight groan, and then said: "In addition, the new castle master of the Royal Dragon Castle has left the Royal Dragon Castle, and it seems that he is also rushing towards the outside of the Saiwai. ”

The cave suddenly fell silent, the mysterious ghost fire seemed to fall into silence, and as if thinking about something, the soft woman just sat there quietly, bowing her head slightly, waiting for the voice in the dark blue ghost fire.

Half a sound, an ethereal and mysterious voice just came, only three words, but it revealed a bloody killing intent, majestic and terrifying.

"Hong, kill!"

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a touch of surprise suddenly appeared in a pair of ice blue eyes.

One second ago, he just said "There are guests from afar, it is advisable to greet each other", and the next second he said that he began to call killing and fighting, although the object of the statement is different, but is this the surface, the always mysterious "Immortal Heaven", the young man who recently unified the Dragon Castle and suppressed the Mingfeng Pavilion, has a little fear?

Is it finished......

"Yes," a cold and soft voice sounded, the soft woman bowed her head, and at the moment of bowing, the faint blue flame was reflected, a fleeting, inexplicable flash.

The ghost fire in the bronze tripod was immediately extinguished, and the charming woman in a strange dress slowly withdrew from the cave.

The cave returned to darkness, and the quaint bronze tripod stood in it, and everything was as usual.

It never happened.

……

Dragon Castle.

In a side room, a group of people from Mingfeng Pavilion are gathering here.

But it was Yuen Long, Tuhetu and Moyu.

"How does it feel?" Mo Yu wrote down a scroll and showed it to the two of them.

Yuen Long and Tu He Tu both shook their heads slightly.

"The twin knives have been returned, but the true qi of the body has been affected by the Imperial Horse Poison Skill, and the ten layers can't play three layers," Yuen Long sighed, although he was a little unhappy, but he was not too resentful.

"My ghost clothes and three acupoints are specialized in the poisonous skills of the imperial horse, so in addition to the restriction of true qi, I can exert the strength of the sixth or seventh layer a little," Seeing Mo Yu looking over, Tuhetu grinned.

The first cave of the three caves of the ghost clothes is the Shenque acupoint. After being stabbed, it can make the whole body full of yin qi, and it is a secret technique that is the most restrained against the poison of horses.

In this regard, Yuma has no choice but to strengthen his vigilance.

"Solution?" Mo Yu wrote.

"No," Tugatu shook his head.

"Why?" Mo Yu was a little puzzled.

"Miss said it's better to keep it," Tuhetu touched his head and smiled, Miss said that since the poisonous skills of the Imperial Horse were useless to him, he could eliminate them at any time, so it was better not to move them yet, lest the people of the Dragon Castle be overly vigilant and cause conflicts.

This level of poison skill really didn't have much effect on him.

Hearing this, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly, and after groaning slightly, he immediately wrote down three words: "Why not do it?" ”

"Do you want to disobey Miss Wenjing's orders?" Yuen Long's brows furrowed suddenly.

Mo Yu shook his head and wrote, "I'm here for Mingfeng Pavilion." ”

"But now Miss Wen Jing is the owner of Mingfeng Pavilion......"

"It hasn't been announced, and the clan elders are not the same," Mo wrote.

Yuen Long was slightly silent, he understood the meaning of the ink language, Miss Wen Jing was indeed the first candidate for the succession of Mingfeng Pavilion, but if those clan elders in the southern Xinjiang knew that Miss Wen Jing planned to marry and make peace with Yulong Castle, I am afraid that she would not agree, and Miss Wen Jing's position may not be stable at that time.

It's just that......

"Miss Wen Jing wouldn't want to see you like this, Mo Yu," Yuen Long sighed, as Miss Wen Jing's personal bodyguard, he knew Miss Wen Jing's character too well, so kind, he didn't like to fight, he didn't want to die, Miss Wen Jing didn't want them to die or be injured in the struggle between the two families in order to get married.

Now that the situation has basically stabilized, if a struggle is provoked again, there will be no possibility of reuniting.

"Besides, what do you think we're going to do with Dragon Castle now?"

Ulu must be on Miss Wen Jing's side, Yue Wuying has been dug up by that Wan Yan Hong, and now they are on their side, Tuhetu and Moyu, and with their current strength, it is basically equal to nothing, so it is equivalent to only two people.

"Actually, it's pretty good now, it's like going back to the old days in Mingfeng Pavilion," Tuhetu said suddenly, with a sincere smile on his honest face.

Hearing this, Yuen Long was slightly distracted, and there was a flash of remembrance in his eyes, if everything hadn't happened, there was no twenty-year period, there was no blood chasing order, there was no struggle, he was still Miss Wen Jing's personal guard, everyone was still fine, that would be good.

The room suddenly fell silent, Mo Yu glanced at the two of them deeply, and quietly retreated.

After choosing several paths between the corridors, Mo Yu came to Wan Yan Zheng's residence.

At this time, Wan Yanzheng was not as handsome and extraordinary as before, the whole person looked sloppy, his hair was scattered behind him, and he was holding a jar of wine in his hand, so drunk lying on the stone table in the courtyard, the altar of wine was placed in a mess, and a few fell directly to the ground.

Seeing Yan Zheng's appearance, Mo Yu couldn't help frowning, and immediately walked over and called him up.

Awakened by Mo Yu's movements, Wan Yanzheng raised his head, looked at the person with some empty eyes, focused slightly, moved away, grabbed the wine jar in his hand, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

"What is this?" Mo Yu restrained his hand and wrote on the scroll.

Wan Yanzheng's eyes widened, and it took a long time to see clearly, and said, "Drinking, can't you see it?" ”

"Why do you drink?" Mo Yu asked.

"Dispel sorrow," Wan Yanzheng's voice was undisguised, revealing an inexplicable sentimentality and desolation, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but glance at Mo Yu, "But I drink my wine, what do you care about me?" ”

"Why did you abandon Miss?" Mo Yu finally asked, staring into Wan Yan Zheng's eyes, trying to see something from them.

Seeing the question of Moyu, Wan Yanzheng smiled bitterly, with a bit of desolation.

"I didn't abandon her, but my life is impermanent, and some things are not what I want......" Wan Yan Zheng muttered a little distractedly, he never knew that his father was not Wan Yan Zang, but Zong Shuai.

Himself, was he called Zongzheng......

The relationship between Zong Shuai and Wen Jing's grandfather, Wan Yan Zheng also learned from Ning Rong, although he knew that this would become an obstacle, but if it was just like this, Wan Yan Zheng would still be desperate and choose to wander the world with Wen Jing, however, ......

Until now, Wen Jing still hasn't come to him, even once......

When we meet occasionally, it's like a stranger, and we pass by in a hurry.

He didn't know why, only that he had lost his most precious thing.

"It's better not to see each other than to embarrass each other."

The breeze carries the aroma of wine, slightly drunk.

After Yan Zheng left, he was alone, without the slightest ......