"Uncle Xiaohuang, you are really here. ”

Xia Yuxue's eyes were smiling like a crescent moon, all the coldness was gone, she didn't call the heavy armor giant, she carried a jar of wine in her left hand and right hand, and strode forward.

On a snowy day, Uncle Xiao Huang was still wearing a hat and sitting by the lake, but the lake was frozen and he couldn't fish, so he just sat and didn't see him for a long time, his height seemed to have gone up, and he didn't wear a python robe at this time, but just covered a black robe and looked at the distance on his knees.

Contemplation.

Time stops the world, the speed of building aging is too fast, at midnight, even if the door is locked, the door is becoming more and more dilapidated, as if the slightest wind and grass will fall in, think about a few days later, it will be scrapped directly.

When the time comes, you need to face those terrifying existences again, right?

We need to find a way between the world and dust.

In addition, he did not forget that outside the territory of the Great Zhou, there are still things that do not belong to the category of martial arts at all, during which he also tentatively asked the imperial sister who is the son of Heitian, and the imperial sister said that she went to investigate, but then found nothing, it seems that the spider old woman in the oasis like a grave before, the maid who lured the caravan to go, and the boulder island where the black sheep are located, are all imagined by himself.

In the palace, Zongdong Pavilion was already open to him, so Xia Guang returned here and sat in the middle of the lake.

It's just that there is no long-winded little palace maid to bring him food.

He began to use his fourth talent, "Shenhe", which was said to be possible to directly derive higher-level exercises and comprehend a full-level talent.

Originally, there were not a lot of exercises in the Zongdong Pavilion, accounting for about half of them, and Xia Guang picked a few books that were not of low grade, that is, they entered a similar state of "retreat".

About a month later, a self-evident thought came to his mind: he only needed to retreat for fifty years, and he had a high chance of obtaining the mythical-level martial arts Eight or Nine Xuangong.

Eight or nine Xuangong, Daomen Xuanfa, there are infinite changes, and the magic method is endless.

In this way, if you obtain the exercises through the Divine Combination, you can directly comprehend the highest level, and although the deduction after that will take an unimaginable amount of time, it must be much faster than your own cultivation.

It's just that fifty years is too long, and Xia Guang directly dispelled this idea.

With an experimental mentality, he tried several more times, but he was not satisfied.

Either it takes too long, or the exercises are messed up and not even practiced by humans.

The Divine Conjunction cannot be interrupted, and it takes at least half a day a day to carry out this "special realization", otherwise it will fail.

Another month, this time, he took the incomplete ancient book "Sand Waterfall Divine Method" directly as the material of the divine combination, and took some other exercises, but he got a hint in his mind, saying that he only needed to contribute nine more grandmaster exercises, a peerless exercise, and he could find another way, without the lack of soul fixing nectar, and a tail of sand, directly crossed this hard threshold, and obtained a complete legendary-level exercise: "Sand Waterfall Divine Method".

The time is two years.

On a little thought, this is acceptable.

There was a lack of everything in the Zongdong Pavilion, that is, there was no shortage of exercises, Xia Guang quickly picked out nine Grandmaster Exercises, and the remaining one of the peerless Exercises made him a little embarrassed.

He knew that there was a copy of "Eight Desolations Exclusive Exercises" on the third layer of the blockade, but he still couldn't enter it through normal channels, after all, it was the royal supreme martial arts.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to try again the only book in the Zongdong Pavilion that he had not learned, which was later named "Mortal Exercises".

I didn't expect it to be successful.

More than a dozen exercises quickly lost their original spirituality and became ordinary words and images, while Xia Guang sat in the middle of the lake every day, or fishing, or in a daze, in fact, he was walking the progress bar of "Shenhe".

Now that two years have passed, he has already comprehended the Sand Waterfall Divine Method, but the level is only nine layers, if you want to go any further, the self-evident information is that it will take him a week to reach the tenth layer.

As for the ninetieth layer of the remaining three peerless exercises, it would take six months.

Xia Guang thought about it, but still chose the latter, after all, he really wanted to see what it would look like after the eighty-ninth floor.

If he understands it well, the ninth layer is the pinnacle of mortals, while the tenth to eighty-ninth layers are a strange accumulation of quantitative changes, and the ninetieth layer is the real qualitative change.

So, he chose Zhongzheng Ping's "Eight Desolations and Duzun Gong" for comprehension.

In this way, sitting by the lake every day, fishing for fish, looking at the clouds, and in his spare time, he would go to find Wang Jiuying and talk to her, but how to untie her heart knot, Xia Guang had no way.

Hatred and hatred, faith and family affection are superimposed, and it is the most incomprehensible, but everything has been cast, and Wang Jiuying does not want to be assigned to take care of the palace maids.

Xia Guang can only try to make his later palace maids know how to paint, and Zhiyun will take care of her more, such as what delicious food the concubines send, they will divide half of it, and whatever reward they have, they will also send it to her.

Eat well, use it well, wear it well, but Wang Jiuying doesn't care about these at all, what she cares about, Xia Guang will never give it.

Because she wants the life of the Son of Heaven, she wants all the royal family to go to hell, to comfort the souls of the dead family in heaven, to comfort the failed fifty-year White Lotus plan, and then she will commit suicide, this is what she wants.

After chatting a few times, although she didn't say it, Xia Guang also roughly understood, so she avoided talking about these things, just saying something like "there is an extra sugar gourd seller under the overpass in Beijing", "Nancheng Restaurant has a genius chef and launched a limited edition dish", and some interesting anecdotes in the capital.

In the past, the little palace maid was afraid that he would be withdrawn, so she didn't stop talking, telling him gossip in the palace every day, but now it's his turn.

Xia Guang doesn't like to talk too much, there are actually only a few stories that can be told over and over again, when he spoke, Wang Jiuying wrapped himself in the quilt and listened quietly, and after listening to the words "Little prince take care of your body, go back early" and so on.

It's not about estrangement, it's about their respective positions.

The little prince's behavior made the princes and princesses feel that he was even more unapproachable, and he was even more alienated because he did not participate in many gatherings and poetry meetings.

Even the guards who gradually added up to the palace also knew that the little prince and the children of the same age could not play together, he always sat alone among the water clouds, sitting on the shore of the lake in spring and autumn, or in the Zongdong Pavilion, staying for most of the day, for several years, never changing.

Just like the summer rain and snow who is also incompatible with the princes and princesses, it will be more than half a year after leaving the capital, and it will never change.

But now, Xia Yuxue is back, she carried two jars of "Mingyue Invitation" wine, walked across the pontoon bridge covered with snow, sat on the side of the little emperor, wrapped in small boots with long legs stacked together, and then smiled and patted the mud open, "The Son of Heaven should soon give you a fief... When you go to the fiefdom for a few years, I'm afraid you will have to choose a beautiful princess and pass on the lineage. ”

She said this, but she didn't seem to be too happy, so that after she finished speaking, she raised her head and gulped down, letting the crisp and mellow wine flow down her long snow-white neck into the black robe, and did not care.