In the Holy Heaven City, the marriage between the Xuanwang Mansion and the Murong family has spread, and the court knows about it, and the people feel that this is a happy event and a good thing.

But that's not the case with insiders.

The relationship between the five major families and the Xuanwang Mansion and His Majesty today is closely linked, and the slightest change will affect the entire court situation, especially the interests of the five major families. Among them, the Zhao family, the head of the family, Zhao Chuan, is the government of the country, and he has great power, and he is at odds with Prince Xuan, and his words often collide. The Murong family is also an official of the dynasty, and once the Murong family and the Xuan Wangfu are united, it will definitely affect the status of the Zhao family.

Although the Murong family is weak now, and Murong Chong, the head of the Murong family, is not in good health, once the Murong family has the support of the Xuanwang Mansion, it will be different.

For such a situation, the Zhao family and other families wanted to speak, but they did not dare to speak. They have neither the right nor the ability to stop this, because His Majesty has not spoken about this marriage, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

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Murong Yiyi is going to marry Xuanwangfu, and now he is a household name, but there is one thing that everyone doesn't know, that is, who is Murong Yiyi going to marry to?

This is a problem.

Everyone was speculating, but they couldn't guess why.

Prince Xuan has three sons, and the prince of Xuan Wangfu is the one who will take over the position of Prince Xuan in the future. Although he didn't say it on the face, everyone knew in their hearts that King Xuan's Mansion and Murong Chong were on good terms, and the marriage was just an excuse for King Xuan's Mansion to support the Murong family, so King Xuan's Mansion had no reason to borrow the identity of the prince. The second prince is now far away in the frontier, and there is no news of returning to the city, it seems impossible, so it can only be the little son of Xuanwangfu, but the little son has not heard from him for several years, and after the madness of the year, there is no news of the little son, as if the world has evaporated, and most people think he is dead.

Could it be that the little boy didn't die?

The people talked a lot, but the result of the discussion was that there was no result.

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After Ling Xuan talked to Ling Wu in the hall, he left the palace alone, wearing very simple clothes, the same clothes as when he was in the villa. Walking in the city, no one will know him, and no one will care, just like an ordinary person drowning in the vast sea of people.

Walking on the road, Ling Xuan searched with the remaining memories in his mind, he remembered that there was a garden in the Holy Heaven City, not far from King Xuan's Mansion, it was a good place, the environment was quiet and quiet, and he used to play when he was a child.

Ling Xuan didn't pay much attention to family affairs, at this moment, he was thinking about another thing, opening his pulse.

At present, opening the pulse is the most urgent thing for Ling Xuan, and it is imminent.

This year, Changqi Academy is about to enroll, and Ling Xuan must succeed in opening his pulse before the academy enrolls, of course, this is an unknown quantity, but he must give it a try.

This is a challenge, a challenge that Ling Xuan has to himself.

Now Ling Xuan urgently needed a pure place to cultivate and make a breakthrough.

Ling Xuan walked in the direction of the garden with his memory.

Looking at the environment on both sides, a familiar feeling came to my heart, there has not been much change here over the years, and it is still the same as before. At this time, Ling Xuan frowned, he suddenly remembered what Ling Wu said that the Holy Heavenly City was about to change the sky, but he didn't understand what this meant, he didn't know much about the current Holy Heavenly City.

Ling Xuan loosened his eyebrows, shook his head, stopped thinking, and walked towards the garden along the familiar path.

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The sunlight shines through the leaves, flickering and darkening, hitting the body, there is no stinging feeling, but a warmth.

After a while, Ling Xuan came to the garden.

The name of the garden is called: South Garden, South Garden is named because it is located in the south of Shengtian City.

Ling Xuan looked up at the plaque with the word "South Garden" written on it, which hung on the high wall next to the entrance of the garden, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ling Xuan stood in place and was silent for a moment, his eyes foggy, and then walked in.

Entering the South Park, the first feeling that greeted him was that it was very patterned, the design was novel, and the scene in front of him made the childhood memories constantly reappear in Ling Xuan's mind, and nostalgia suddenly came to his heart.

The main road winds around, lined with rows of maple trees, the leaves fall with the wind, the breeze blows, the leaves "rustle", and the ground is full of dead leaves, revealing a kind of beauty in the mess. With your eyes closed, facing the wind, a fragrance of flowers is blowing in your nose, and in the flower garden next to you, flowers are blooming, butterflies are fluttering their wings, and bees are "buzzing". Walking forward, there is a pool, the pool is embedded in the rockery, and the water flows down to the top, like a waterfall in the mountain range.

Ling Xuan skipped the pool and walked to the side, heading straight for a green shade.

It was a large banyan tree, very old, dark in color, thousands of years old, and its bark was full of traces of time.

Ling Xuan looked up at the dense foliage covering the shade and nodded with satisfaction. It's a good place, a good place to cultivate.

Ling Xuan walked to the shade of the tree, sat cross-legged, took a few deep breaths, and then calmed down and closed his eyes. Absorb the aura of heaven and earth, lead the meridians into the veins, go straight to the bottom of the dantian, and turn the qi into a whirl.

The slight sound of the leaves swaying in the wind, as well as the crisp sound of the clear stream in the pool, did not affect Ling Xuan. Ling Xuan likes to be quiet, but for Ling Xuan, the sound of nature is a comfort for the soul and a relaxation of the spirit.

Time passes,...

I saw that beads of sweat gradually rose on Ling Xuan's face, his eyebrows moved slightly, and the fingers on his knees were also trembling slightly, Ling Xuan was trying hard to suppress the explosive qi in the depths of his dantian.

This explosive breath was the cause of madness and the source of his inability to open his pulse. Since he was a child, Ling Xuan's body had abnormalities, Ling Xuan asked Ling Wu, and Ling Wu was always silent, as if it was a secret in Ling Wu's heart. Before the age of six, Ling Xuan didn't care, just when he was six years old, Ling Xuan found that this explosive qi suppressed the aura, making it impossible to open the pulse, Ling Xuan was unwilling, and when he was seven years old, he forcibly opened the pulse, that is, in that year, madness broke out.

Since then, Ling Xuan has not given up on opening the pulse, but he didn't dare to touch that explosive qi again, put it aside, and avoided opening the pulse, but the result was failure.

Ling Xuan used his internal breath to control the aura circling in the dantian, the cyclone became smaller and smaller, and the dantian gradually lit up. Under the light, a black mist appeared at the bottom of the dantian, looked closely, emitted outward, ready to move, a domineering aura spread out, and the slowly forming aura cyclone was affected by it, trembling slightly, this was the root of the inability to open the pulse, Ling Xuan forcibly suppressed the black mist.

With the change of age, Ling Xuan's suppression of the black fog also showed its effect.

The beads of sweat on Ling Xuan's face slid down and hit his clothes.

The cyclone is getting smaller and smaller... , the pulse point is about to take shape, Ling Xuan suppressed the joy in his heart, at this time, there can be no mistake.

The light shone, the pulse center was about to be formed, and the breath in the dantian was also stronger, and at the same time, the black mist became more and more agitated, as if it had been provoked by the pulse point.

Suddenly, the black mist rushed out like a flood beast, rushing towards the pulse point, at this moment, Ling Xuan was shocked, could it have ended in failure again?

Ling Xuan was unwilling.

There's always light behind the darkness.

At this time, I saw that around the dantian, there was a sudden flash of lightning, and it suddenly rose in all directions, gathering towards the pulse point, blocking the black fog.

The black mist is like a fierce black dragon, and the sudden electric light is a hunting tiger, and the two beasts are facing each other, and the victory or defeat is not clear.

The violent fluctuations generated by the confrontation spread out from the dantian, along the various veins, and overflowed out of the body.