Li Shengyang then told the grievances between Yinchen and the Shengyang faction, although it was old news in the righteous path, but everyone's nature was still very high, and they didn't care about the dull and boring people in the demon path who were sitting solemnly at the few tables in the distance.

The door opened and closed, closed and opened, and the masters of the rivers and lakes took their respective sects as units, and they came to the scene one after another, this time the White Dragon List was released, although those who came did not refuse, but in fact, there was also a threshold, this threshold is not a family power, the prestige of the sect, the reputation of the rivers and lakes, is just a realm indicator: "The following will not be accepted." ”

Even if it is a list of young masters, it is required to at least turn into a heavy qi, otherwise it is really difficult to get on the stage, as a result, those small shrimp sects that do not have a master of qi are completely hopeless, but they still rushed all the way to come without fear of the cold, because there is a rumor released, this time the white dragon list in addition to the main list, there is also a sub-list.

The so-called second list is also called the lower list. refers to the list of small and medium-sized sects ranked 100 miles away, this list naturally does not receive as much attention as the White Dragon List itself, however, the imperial court still gives silver every month to "carry", and the word is the head, and naturally a large number of ordinary good players are flocking to it. There are a total of 300 sect places on the list, and there are only two kinds of lists, the sect list and the master list, which are changed every ten years like the White Dragon List. And the sub-ranking competition that these small sects and small retail investors are keen on is held in another place not far from the Tongshen Pavilion.

Yinchen followed the maid out of the Tongshen Pavilion, and saw two rows of small pavilions composed of wood and thick quilts in front of the gate, extending from the gate to the end of the official road. The maid in a thick red flag dress walked gently on the light blue snow, leaving a series of small footprints, while the silver dust behind her walked through the snow without leaving any traces.

The two of them walked silently through the official road, avoiding groups of majestic and high-spirited Jianghu guests. Most of these people couldn't enter the Tongshen Pavilion, so they could only be shouted at by the soldiers in armor in the small pavilion and sent to other places.

They walked silently and carefully through a short snowy road, and when they arrived at a lonely small building less than five hundred steps away from the Tongshen Pavilion, Yinchen looked up at the surroundings with a little surprise, and found that on this lot, which is said to be an inch of land, it is actually possible to erect a small building with four independent courtyards.

There were no plaques in these four small buildings, obviously some kind of mysterious place, Yinchen glanced at the cornices that were even more cold and sharp under the blue snow, did not speak, and turned his head to look at the maid.

The maid took out her waist card and shook it in front of a certain iron rod erected in front of the door.

A little blue ice mist came out of the waist card, and it fell on the iron rod, and the iron rod immediately formed a thin layer of frost, and then, a crisp bell rang from the small building, and at the same time, the courtyard door was pulled open from the inside.

A girl wearing a thick cotton flag suit walked out, and the two looked exactly the same in terms of clothing and temperament, and even looked a little similar. The maid who came out saw the little maid and Yinchen, did not hesitate, did not have any superfluous nonsense, and did not even communicate with the little maid, and directly blessed Yinchen.

"Childe is here, please inside. ”

Silver Dust's gaze fixed on the top of her head, and for a second, moved away.

He seems to be interested in the maid's headdress.

The maid pushed open the corner door, which was considered by many to be quite rude, because a noble guest like Silver Dust should go through the main door.

But Silver Dust obviously didn't like to go through the front door at this time, because then he would be public. He glanced around quickly in the snow, but no one was staring at him from afar. His face was expressionless, his steps were steady, and he even walked into the corner gate with a little impatience, and the moment the corner door closed, a sound of blowing and blowing swept through the misty light snow in the distance.

It was the "Indoctrination Song" of the Poison Dragon Sect, and the senior members of the Poison Dragon Sect would play such a song along the street when they traveled, like running to mourn, but fortunately, their instruments or the people who called the instruments knew that they were restrained, and the sound was not loud, and it was not a disturbance to the people.

The voice came from the light snow and the breeze, and only told Silver Dust one thing, the people of the Poison Dragon Sect had arrived.

Silver Dust walked through the small courtyard, as if visiting his own home, and entered the hall with the door wide open.

"Childe, second floor, please. "There are maids serving inside, and Silver Dust doesn't seem to have much defense against these maids.

When he entered the house, he slowed down and went to the mausoleum. He didn't seem to think about what he was about to meet, let alone whether there would be a prince who favored him, he knew that Zhao Jiyue still had no children under his knees, and Nano would have several sons in the future, but except for Nano Xuantian, the others were still at the age of playing with mud.

At such times, only the heirs of the senior officials of the DPRK and the Central Committee would send maids to invite people, and the process of negotiation was not bloody, but there was also an undercurrent.

But Yinchen knew that this time he was not going to the Hongmen Banquet.

He went up to the second floor and came to a side hall, and it was strange that the owner of this place did not see him in the main house, and he failed as much as not letting him go through the main door, which was not something that a noble son who invited guests could do.

When he entered the side hall, what he saw was not a high-ranking young man, but a soft and generous girl.

He had seen the girl, and he knew that the side of them had been very, very unpleasant.

When the girl saw him and was about to make a big salute, Yinchen immediately stretched out her hand, her fingertips were breezy, and a little transparent soft wind held her up and didn't let her kneel down directly. But the woman still gave him three times.

Everyone else stepped back and guarded the door. The woman's tone was very tough, but her voice was very soft, and her pretended to be a very imposing command really did not have any momentum.

The maids whispered a "yes" and retreated, the curtain behind Yinchen was gently lowered, and the door was wide open.

That "yes", echoing in Yinchen's ears, had a real special meaning, he knew that it was not the word used by the slaves of Jianzhou, they should say "huh".

Of course, it may also be "sigh" only a man can say, but Yinchen still feels that this pure Jianzhou-style small building is full of weirdness.

There is no murder in this weirdness, from the moment he entered the courtyard door, Yinchen felt that there was no trace of killing intent in the small building, it was amazingly clean, this kind of cleanliness does not mean that the ground is clean and the walls are clean, but the eyes of each maid are clean, starting from the maid who called him to come, there is no longer a little humility of being a slave in these colorful eyes, only calm, as if they were born between heaven and earth, long between heaven and earth, leisurely. This kind of cleanliness, this kind of freedom, and the shell of Jianzhou slaves are the real weirdness.

After the maids retreated, the girl turned around and lightly pressed on a toy device, of course, her main action was not pressing, but emitting a war flow like ice mist, and the war flow drilled into the toy, and the toy spewed out a blue, soft cloud, enveloping the whole room, and there was a thin layer of water droplets on the wall and the ground on the incense case, but the candlelight did not move at all.

"Childe, please be seated. The girl gestured to the Taishi chair with thick embroidered velvet cushions on the host and guest seats, but she stood in front of the main seat and refused to sit down. Silver Dust sat down in the guest seat, and the woman leaned down at lightning speed and kowtowed to him.

Silver Dust almost jumped to his feet, twisting his body vigorously and receiving most of the courtesy.

"What is this?" he asked, his tone full of displeasure and no doubt.

The woman stood up, and her soft voice contained an unshakable determination: "The great grace of the family's life, you should receive this gift!"

This woman was none other than Yehverin Winting.

After Silver Dust was defeated by the Ice Battle Spirit Qi for the first time, the Nano Pit Viper once sent her and many other girls to lure Silver Dust, hoping to control Silver Dust's body and mind through a woman's body, and it was best to take the opportunity to leave the bloodline, and at the same time control Lin Xuanchen through the Battle Spirit Ritual, but that was all unsuccessful.

Wen Ting, like Arreli, had seen Silver Dust at that time, and after a long time, many things had happened before Arelli saw Silver Dust for the second time.

But at that time, they were partners who supported each other and helped each other.

And now, this Arelli's sister is here, seeing silver dust in this typical Jianzhou-style small building, I really don't know what the purpose is.

The mist she had just released was "Sound-Absorbing Mist", something similar to a soundproofing enchantment, and this fog had nothing to do with poison.

What is she going to do? Continue with the last plan to seduce Silver Dust? Silver Dust himself didn't believe that this woman could be so stupid.

He looked at Wen Ting fixedly, and after Wen Ting saluted, he seemed to relax a lot, showing a sweet soft and warm smile at Yinchen, and then slowly sat on the main seat, with a dignified demeanor, and his gestures were full of the demeanor of well-informed ladies.

Obviously, at least for a while, she didn't have the slightest intention of seducing Silver Dust.

"What a great grace. I just wanted to transform the ecology, save a river, and benefit thousands of people along the river, I didn't think about who would repay the favor, if everyone who lived there wanted to see me and make a big gift, I ......"

"Childe doesn't have to be so humble, even if it is really a tribute to the people, everyone kneels down when they see Childe, and they can afford Childe's great kindness to the people of the world. What's more, near the Yaske River in Qinben, there is only one tribe left, and there are no so-called thousands of people at all. Wen Ting interrupted Yinchen's words softly, and complex emotions rolled in her soft voice.

"How do you say it? Isn't the Qinben Yaske River the legendary land of fish and rice? Isn't it said that it is rich and beautiful? I heard that there are at least tens of millions of people there, which is about the same as the population of Jiangnan. ”

"That was hundreds of years ago, Silverdust. Wen Ting's tone was filled with a heaviness in the face of the abandoned home: "The Yeheweilin family received the great favor of the son, and they didn't dare to complain that the son came too late, but in fact, it was true. It started with the river breaking a hundred years ago. That place is getting drier and drier, originally part of the grassland, but now, it has become a special desert, the most terrible and dries area in the whole world, after a great drought a hundred years ago, the Qinben Yaske River began to break down, the time is getting earlier and earlier every year, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger every year. The history of countless families fleeing with blood and tears also began from this. A hundred years ago, there were more than 800 tribes there, and now besides us, who else wants to stay there? We and the Lord Fengjia Temple are all in our place, and we girls are even called the daughters of the Qin Ben Yaske River, no matter where we first came from, we are now the people there, born there, raised there, buried there after death, you go and cut off the stream, we have no way to escape, we can only be buried with our civilization and the river!" she said with a cry at the end. Every word in the soft tone reinforces the mountains.

That is the feelings of family and country that have been engraved in the blood and bones, and even the only sign of their birth, they have left the arid Qin Benyaske, they may still be alive, but they will definitely degenerate into slaves.

Yinchen didn't know how many of the slaves in Jianzhou had become slaves because their homes were broken and their civilization was lost. He knows that the so-called great talent slave is probably to destroy people's spiritual home, and turn independent cultural individuals and independent thinking into slaves like the walking dead.

He was silent for a breath. Only then did he say slowly:

"Do you invite me here today to give me this great gift? I don't really need such a grand thank-you as your brother and sister have thanked me, and the relationship between me and you has eased, and you don't have to worry about the unpleasantness in Pershing anymore. ”

"Yes, Childe, otherwise?" Wen Ting chuckled: "Could it be that I am thanked, and I should tell you that there is no so-called fairness at all in the White Dragon Pound this time, everything has been decided a long time ago in the temple? No matter how hard you try." The first place on the list of young masters can only be produced between Wang Shenhai and Liang Yunfeng after all, the most powerful sect in the world can only be produced between the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Divine Sword Sect, and even the Poisonous Dragon Sect can't get a piece of the pie, not to mention the Civilization Temple under your command? Could it be that for the sake of gratitude, I should tell you that the real driving force behind the birth of the White Dragon List this time is the Nano Pit Viper, not what you always thought, the emperor?"

"Indra?" Yinchen's pupils suddenly constricted: "Shouldn't it be the various rituals that Emperor Yue made in order to complete the Spirit Emperor's will?"

"Do you know how the White Dragon Pound is produced?"

"A man-made artifact?"

"Nope. It was actually a man-made magic weapon that had been handed down since the time of Emperor Niren. 30 years ago, Mowei Pavilion was charged with inexplicable profit-seeking. Surrounded and suppressed by the Blooddrops, they did not encircle the headquarters of the Demon Pavilion, but a rudder that was said to have defected. The blood droplets killed all the people and took away all the copies of the secret books of the gods, and soon after that, the corruption case in the northern province was discovered, and the Emperor Ren ordered that the ten clans should be punished, so tens of thousands of people were implicated in the deaths, and all the officials who fabricated charges against the Mowei Pavilion were involved, and no one ever pursued the charges of rebellion against the Mowei Pavilion. Sang Tianliang may not understand to this day that what the emperor needed at that time was just a copy of the "Remnant Soul Sutra". ”