The Holy Heavenly City, the largest city in the Celestial Empire, is the most prosperous city, the city that everyone yearns for, but it is also the most complicated city. The so-called, the authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, and only when they are in it can they know the sinister and deceitful in it, which is disgusting.

The city is full of flowers, high-rise buildings, red bricks and green tiles, white stone walls, houses and pavilions are very beautiful, and the market is very lively.

The biggest feature of Shengtian City is that it is big, Shengtian City is very large, within one day, it is impossible to walk from the east of the city to the west of the city, there are many routes, the structure is intricate, and it is easy for outsiders to scratch their heads when walking in the city.

The carriage entered the city, and when it found a random place in the city, it stopped, and the wolf got out of the car. When they were separated, Ling Xuan gave Ah Wolf some gold and silver money, without which it was difficult to survive in the city.

When he took the money, Ah Wolf was also stunned, he didn't expect Ling Xuan to look a little lonely on the outside, but he was so careful on the inside. Actually, Ling Xuan knew that Ah Wolf was a simple person, not a bad person, he didn't hate him, but he annoyed him very much.

Annoyance is an expression of emotion, not a prejudice of character.

Immediately after, the carriage drove in the direction of King Xuan's Mansion.

King Xuan's Mansion is in the south of the city, the south of the city is relatively deserted, and there are not many people coming and going, which follows Ling Xuan's wishes.

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Coming to the gate of the palace, Ling Xuan got down from the carriage, looked up, and the first thing he saw was an iron lion, the lion opened its mouth wide, grinned its teeth, and raised its head to the sky, showing a fierce state, but it looked lifelike.

Ling Xuan stood in place and looked up at the plaque in front of the door with the two big characters "Wangfu" written on it, motionless, his eyes full of emotion. Ling Xuan was both familiar and unfamiliar with everything in front of him, this was once the place where he lived, the place where he grew up, but now he couldn't lift his feet.

Eight years have passed, Ling Xuan has been away from here for eight years, although it is only eight years, but the current feeling of Ling Xuan is unfamiliar to this place, or everything here is unfamiliar to Ling Xuan's arrival.

Relieved, Ling Xuan started and walked towards the palace. Entering the palace, Zhou Qing directly led Ling Xuan towards the hall, because at this time, there were people waiting for Ling Xuan in the hall.

The palace is very large, very rich, the whole is a small palace, on the eaves, carved animals like living things, white marble floor, graceful and luxurious flower ponds, and people walking around, giving people a feeling of being a superior person.

But Ling Xuan didn't like this feeling.

The gorgeous houses in the palace, the beautiful furnishings and carvings, looked worldly everywhere, seeing all this, Ling Xuan unnaturally compared it to the two-sleeved villa. The villa is surrounded by natural scenery, which looks simple and elegant, the scenery is elegant, and the air is fresh.

Ling Xuan preferred the latter, perhaps because he had been staying for a long time.

Walking in the palace, the subordinates who passed by saw Ling Xuan bowing his hand, but Ling Xuan didn't care, or he didn't feel comfortable, he didn't know whether these subordinates saluted him, or to Zhou Qing behind him, he didn't know if these people still recognized him, and he didn't know if these people would talk about him behind his back.

Ling Xuan didn't know, he really didn't know, but he didn't care.

After rounding several temples, I finally came to the hall.

In the hall, there was no one else, only a middle-aged man sitting and drinking tea. The man has a slight beard, some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a few gray hairs between his sideburns, giving people a feeling of going through the vicissitudes of life and finally returning to peace.

The man raised his eyes and raised his hands, his movements were elegant, and he looked a little bookish, but his body was very strong, there was no lack of heroism, and he was domineering on the side, and his eyes were full of Weining, but if he looked closely, there was also a rare gentleness. There are all kinds of things in the world, maybe this is the trace of the passage of time.

The man was none other than the master of this palace, the Lord Xuan of the Celestial Empire, Ling Xuan's father, Ling Wu.

"Lord Wang, who do you see coming back?"

Approaching, Zhou Qing shouted in his old but not old voice. Hearing this, Ling Wu put down the teacup and turned his head to look over, and in an instant, Ling Wu stood up.

Ling Xuan slowly walked towards him, and Ling Wu immediately greeted him, "Xuan'er, you're back." ”

Ling Wu's words were only a few simple words, but they were so true, Ling Xuan also heard them truthfully, Ling Wu's eyes were full of soft waves, looking Ling Xuan up and down, "They have all grown so big." ”

Ling Xuan saluted and called out "Father" flatly, his tone was a little stiff, or strange, seeing Ling Wu again, Ling Xuan no longer had the joy of being around Ling Wu when he was a child.

As the years go by, people are destined to grow.

Some things have also changed invisibly.

Ling Xuan's simple two words made Ling Wu's eyes glisten with tears, and they triggered emotions. The people who saw Ling Xuan and heard his voice, Ling Wu was satisfied, relieved, and happy in his heart at the moment.

The flowers climbing in the corners of the walls are in full bloom, and the bright sunlight is reflected by the glazed tiles and casts the eaves on the eaves.

Ling Wu and Ling Xuan sat opposite each other in the hall. There was no one else, just the two of them, just their father and son, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

Ling Xuan likes to drink tea, not because he likes the taste of tea, but because of the process of drinking tea. He feels that drinking tea can calm his mind and keep his mind at peace. When he was in the Two Sleeves Villa, Ling Xuan was either meditating and practicing in the pavilion at the top of the peak, enjoying the breeze, reading a book in his room, or drinking tea in the courtyard, reminiscing about the tranquility of that moment.

But at this moment, the tea Ling Xuan on the table did not move, nor was he ready to touch it, because he was not in the mood, and his mind was not on it. He looked at Ling Wu and asked, "Father, what are you calling your son back?"

Ling Wu didn't speak, picked up the tea, took a sip, put down the teacup, his face was very relaxed, and said, "Xuan'er, has your madness gotten better in the past few years?"

Ling Xuan said: "Occasionally, when the heart is calm, the number of times is much less, there is no anger, the heart is not affected, and the explosive qi in the body will not be restless." ”

Ling Wu nodded, didn't say anything more, Ling Xuan didn't speak, his eyes were on Ling Wu, he was waiting for his answer.

Ling Wu glanced at Ling Xuan, he felt that Ling Xuan's temperament had become cold now, different from when he was a child, just like a pine tree in spring that had become a cedar in a snowy mountain, very cold and resolute.

With a light sigh, Ling Wu stood up, put his hands behind him, looked up at the sky, and looked at the white clouds in the sky, his eyes deepened.

"Xuan'er, when you're back, don't leave. ”

"Why?"

Ling Xuan also stood up, puzzled.

"Father told you about a family matter, it is your Uncle Murong's daughter, Murong Yiyi, you are now fifteen, not too early. ”

Ling Xuan was surprised, he didn't expect this to happen at all, on the way back, he had imagined a lot of possibilities. Maybe my father has found a cure for madness, or maybe my father missed me and came back to stay for a few days, or maybe my eldest brother got married and my second brother came back..... , but I didn't think of this possibility.

At this moment, Ling Xuan's heart was in turmoil, not that he was unwilling, but that he hadn't tried to accept everything now, it was all coming too fast.

Ling Xuan asked, "Father, why is it so sudden?"

Ling Wu sighed, "The Holy Heaven City of today is no longer the Holy Heaven City of the past, the sky has changed, and the wind is about to rise." ”