If Yun Sheng was present at this time, she would definitely recognize these two teenagers, Cheng Bai and Bu Jiuxiao, whom she had met earlier at the Royal Academy of Magic.

It was already around midnight, but Bu Jiuxiao was still practicing hard, but his name as a young master of the Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion was not false.

"I practice in the morning and practice in the evening, but I still can't catch up with one of other people's toes. Even if someone is lying down and sleeping, he is several times more sophisticated than me," Bu Jiuxiao already had a poker face, and as he spoke, he glanced at the wall not far away with thick eyebrows.

I saw a five-meter-high courtyard wall, a corner of clothes hung up, a long black-robed young man lying on the wall, his long hair fluttering in the night breeze, and his handsome facial features were shining like the most dazzling jewels even in the dark night.

The hard work on the training ground seemed to have nothing to do with him at all.

The young man's eyes were straight, his thin lips were like knives, and under his velvet purple robe, his muscles were distinct, and a lazy and charming aura emanated from him invisibly.

Bu Jiuxiao twisted his eyebrows, shook his wrist, and a spear set up next to him flew up like a spiritual snake out of a hole, flying in the air, and with a "sudden" sound, it stabbed straight at the wall not far away.

The young man lying on the wall, the young man seemed to be sleeping soundly, and he didn't notice the spirit spear like a dragon going out to sea.

Just as the spear was about to stab the boy, the boy rolled over.

The spear changed direction and stabbed the ground.

Suddenly, on the ground, a metal spark was stirring, and iron bricks several inches thick, like tofu, were pierced with a large hole and made a piercing sound.

The sound was too loud, and the boy opened his eyes.

A pair of pale gray eyes, in the dark night, emitted a deep light.

"Jiuxiao, your accuracy is getting worse and worse," the young man's whisper wandered over the empty training ground.

The voice was not high, but it was very powerful, and Bu Jiuxiao only felt a tightness in his chest.

In a flash, the young man was already standing on the training ground.

"Beiming, Jiuxiao was forced by you, tell me, how many times have you gotten together with our brothers since you returned to Yujing? Finally, Jiuxiao wants to call you over to practice a few tricks with him, but it's good for you, as soon as people come, they just care about sleeping," Cheng Bai stroked his palms and laughed.

Ye Beiming, Bu Jiuxiao, and Cheng Bai were friends when they were children.

Before the former prince Ye Beiming was deposed, he studied in the imperial study, and Bu and Cheng were both reading children at that time.

Although Ye Beiming was abolished after that, and his status plummeted, Bu Jiuxiao and Cheng Bai did not have anything to do with him because of this.

After Ye Beiming was deposed, he was imprisoned in the cold palace for nearly five years, during which only the deputy hall master of the Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion went to the palace to teach the princes, princesses, and the heirs of some high-ranking officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty to learn some basic martial arts.

After the death of Ye Beiming's mother, those old palace people were also executed one after another.

The palace people in the cold palace are also bullying, they know that the former prince has no one to support him, and he is a blind man, so he has deducted his salary many times, and he does not even give winter clothes and bedding.

Although Bu and Cheng were still young at that time, they were people who valued love and righteousness, although their parents and the princes and eunuchs who studied art in the same hall all said that Ye Beiming was an ominous person, but they didn't care about this.

When they were a little younger, the two drilled the dog hole in the cold palace and went to visit their friend Ye Beiming.

They hid from their parents at home and secretly sent their bedding and winter clothes into the cold palace.

After the death of Ye Beiming's mother, he once became silent, and he was blind, so he lived a really boring life on weekdays.

Bu and Cheng tried to teach the martial arts they had learned to Ye Beiming, wanting him to have more pastimes.

How do you know that Ye Beiming is extremely talented in martial arts, although he has not studied martial arts systematically, in just a few years, he has surpassed the cultivation of Bu and Cheng.

Bu and Cheng really had nothing to teach, so they told the truth of the matter to the deputy director of Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion, Zhan Li, who accidentally discovered that Ye Beiming was a martial arts wizard.

The combat power took an opportunity, like the suggestion of Emperor Da Zhou, to teach the abolished prince Yebeiming martial arts.

Emperor Da Zhou was in a good mood that day, and he caught up with General Yun and others to intercede for the abolished prince, so he agreed to the combat power, allowed him to enter the cold palace, and taught Ye Beiming to learn martial arts.

Five years of cold and helpless life in the cold palace, accompanied by Bu Jiuxiao and Cheng Bai, made Ye Beiming survive like a weed.

The relationship between the three has long gone beyond the concept of childhood friends.

About a year ago, ten-year-old Ye Beiming suddenly disappeared.

In the palace, no one cared about the whereabouts of the abolished prince, and the palace people who took care of it did not dare to tell him, so the matter was concealed.

After Bu and Cheng found out, they made every effort to find out, and their combat power also allowed the forces of the martial arts hall to search for the whole country.

I thought that Ye Beiming would never come back, but who knows, just a few months ago, Ye Beiming came back.

Not only did he come back, but he was cured of his natural blindness.

What's even more surprising is that Ye Beiming's martial arts cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds, and he has become the youngest martial artist in the history of Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion.

Eleven-year-old Wuhou was a full year earlier than Cheng Bai and Bu Jiuxiao turned twelve.

This news was not officially announced in the Great Zhou Dynasty until three months ago.

The military attaché headed by the Marquis of Weiyuan took this opportunity to ask the Great Zhou Emperor to revoke the six-year-long ban on the cold palace.

The former crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ye Beiming, officially joined the Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion and became the head of the Wuxuan Wuji Pavilion, and the other two were Bu Jiuxiao and Cheng Bai.

Although he never mentioned it in front of people, where he had gone in the past year.

But the tacit understanding that they grew up together since childhood still gave way to Jiuxiao and Cheng Bai to find something unusual.

After returning this time, Ye Beiming was a little different, his face was still handsome and flawless, but there were more complicated things in his gray eyes that had regained his sight.

He's a lot taller, and he's even more aggressive.

And his cultivation has made an amazing breakthrough.

Bu Jiuxiao can be sure that today's Ye Beiming is by no means just a martial arts cultivator.

He no longer makes a move easily, but when he does, it must be shocking.

The deputy director of combat power once said that only people who have really experienced the vicious battle of life and death can hone that kind of temperament.

Ye Beiming, he is now a sword in the belly with a hidden edge, and it will bloom with a deadly light at any time.

"You invited me over, wouldn't it just be for me and Jiuxiao to feed me," Ye Beiming smiled a little, only in front of his friends could he completely relax.

Sleeping on the wall, it was only in front of his two friends and her that he could get a good night's sleep.

Bu Jiuxiao and Cheng Bai didn't know that he hadn't slept peacefully for a long time.

"Of course not, Cheng Bai and I met the crown prince Ye Beilian and Chen Lian'er at the Royal Academy of Magic," Bu Jiuxiao carefully watched Ye Beiming's demeanor.