Thinking of this, thousands of people can't help but feel a little ashamed, they have been living too smoothly recently, and they actually start to care about fame, which is ridiculous. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he is a thousand people, but not a cat or a dog, he has always been a bright and uninhibited person, in the face of all people, everything, is to rely on his heart to behave in the world, even if the old man really has a honey-bellied sword, set a trap and wait for himself, what is he afraid of?

"Okay! The seniors are bold, but Wan is disrespectful!" Thinking of it, he immediately sat back on the wide and soft Taishi chair, replaced the wine with tea, and raised his glass to the old man, one old and one young, laughed at the same time.

The so-called "chattering" is the Wenbi in the study of divine skills, or "talking moves", relying on the description of professional terms, to recruit with the people present, the two are called "Wenbi", and the two above are "polemics". According to the tradition on the Fengyuan Continent, the wins and losses of "Wenbi" are floating clouds, because the person who loses the most will inevitably get the greatest benefit from the discussion, and on the contrary, he is the biggest winner, so the wind of Wenbi is mostly an elegant thing for relatives and friends to gather for fun, and sometimes even go to the poetry meeting as fascinating.

When will the river elder rest, and the sword god will go to it. These two people, one is the crown of the world's divine skill realm, the highest cultivation, the other is the god of swordsmanship in the world, the sword skills are almost unmatched, the two of them rolled together and said, it was really thunder and earth, and it exploded all of a sudden, and even the beautiful prostitutes who served tea and sent snacks back and forth turned a blind eye, as for what the two of them said, it was even more cloudy and foggy, so profound that it was the same as quantum introduction, without the cultivation of the Yuan Infant level, it couldn't even be understood, let alone plagiarized a little bit. To the outside, that's really:

"Every word is so clear and clear that you can't understand it at all!"

The two of them talked unhappily, and an hour passed quietly. They didn't know, or they didn't know, that in the backyard of the Cardinal Tower, in a quiet room, there was a gloomy mist.

“...... That's the truth of the matter, the truth of everything, that's what you want. I don't know if I'm telling you this, because when I knew the truth, I was suspicious of what I did last night. I even think that if you are kept in the dark for the rest of your life, maybe you will be happier because you don't think of yourself as a monster. Silver Dust's voice was low, and there was a dark sadness rolling in his tone, "I only know that from now on, you are no longer qualified to question your father, to question any decision of Lord Zhenwang, whether he is wise or not, he can be criticized and scolded by the world, but it is never something you can accuse at will, you are not worthy." ”

"I know......" Zhao Soul, no, it should be called Zhao Lingfeng at this moment, held back his crying, but he couldn't hold back his tears at all, the man didn't flick when he had tears, just because he didn't get to the sad place. A sixteen-year-old boy, who had never encountered any danger behind the high walls of the palace, suddenly ushered in the first shock in his life. He would never have thought that he was actually a monster crawling out of the [egg], an ominous "demon fetus" in the eyes of the world, and he never thought that his own life, his own life, and his current privileged life would be so hard-won.

His life, his status, his honor, his title, all his power and background that he can squander are actually two people, two people who are the best in the world, with intertwined flesh and blood, with accumulated white bones, with their own lives and even the meaning of existence, in exchange.

"I'm Zhao Lingfeng, not Zhao Soul, Zhao-Ling-Feng, to me Zhao Lingfeng!

"I'm a monster, yes, but so what? My father and mother have paid so much for me, what else do I have to complain about? Monsters are monsters, and I'm not stupid, what's wrong with monsters? At least I won't let my father down in this life. ”

Zhao Lingfeng muttered to himself, as if he was mentally ill. Yinchen ignored him, because he knew that at this moment, it was Zhao Lingfeng who overcame the depression in his heart, defeated the old self, and welcomed the moment of new life, which was the most disturbing, so he silently drank a pot of light wine, silently licking the bloody wound in his heart that was corroded by homesickness, he couldn't let Zhao Lingfeng see his vulnerability, it was meaningless, as a friend, he should share more with this boy with a bizarre background but innocent nature, instead of letting him share some more pain for himself.

"Yinchen, Master, I, Zhao Lingfeng, beg you to help me, help me. After another quarter of an hour, Zhao Lingfeng suddenly lifted a pot of wine, and dried it in one breath before he said to Yinchen in a dumb voice. Yinchen raised his head and looked at Zhao Lingfeng with a little puzzlement and a little pity, not knowing what he was suddenly begging him to do, could it be to apologize to the true king for him?

"What's the matter?" asked Silver Dust.

"Help me, help me do things for my father, help me be an excellent son, an excellent true king!" Zhao Lingfeng suddenly became excited: "Before today, I had many goals in life, many goals, knowing that my mother's life experience is the biggest one, and there are others, that is, to eat thirst and have fun, to be richer than the prince of the king, to be richer than the prince of the king, to write poems with the prince of Chongwang, to play the piano with the prince of Xianwang, and to ...... In short, I want to compare all those sons and sons of the world, to put it bluntly, they are jealous and be the leader of everyone...... Now this leader is the tyrannical guy of the prince...... But from now on, I Zhao Lingfeng has only one goal, there is only one meaning of life, that is, not to disappoint my father, not to let my mother's spirit in heaven be disgraced!! I have a very hard mother, and a father who is almost very hard, I, I really don't want them to be disappointed for me anymore, shed tears for me, and bear something for me! I want them to be proud of me, and feel worthy of having worked so hard to raise me as a person! But I know that I can be an honest official, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, and even be a powerful master, I can do it, but I want to be a prince, a prince who holds military power, this, I'm really afraid that I can't do it well, so I beg you to help me! The army of the northern country is pressing, God knows what is happening in Miyagi every day, this situation, even my father is worried, I really don't have the confidence to bear it alone, I don't want to mess up, so, you come to help me, okay?"

"Yes! Because this is not something that can be done by one person, you are the real king, to put it mildly, you may even be a king in the future, and be a person who is responsible for the people of the world! This is by no means something that can be done by a single person with a sword, I can help you ......"

Yinchen exhaled heavily, and then suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand: "Come on Zhao Lingfeng, just at your sentence 'Don't let your parents down', you are so helpful, I will help!"

Yinchen was inexplicably excited, because Zhao Lingfeng's words touched the softest place in his heart, yes, people live in the world, no matter whether their parents are still watching or not, they must live as a person! No matter how many thousands of reasons a person has to work hard, a sentence of "don't let your parents down" is enough to become a reason to go forward bravely and never give up.

"Okay! Cheers to not disappoint your parents!"

"!"

The violent sound of glass claming, the splashing of wine, the flying of broken porcelain, the young hands, clasped together, the temple of civilization that rises between heaven and earth in the future, may not have many famous masters and predecessors, but it is just a blueprint spliced together by a group of young people with ideals and aspirations, but it is enough to become the core of the power to promote the leapfrog development of the whole world. Young blood is always hot, and young hearts never conform to conventions, and never think that the ignorance, chaos, and evil of the world are the rationality that should exist.

......

Magicians are poor creatures who are overwhelmed with alcohol, except for low-alcohol champagne and cocktails, and even some red wines, all other white wines and even some red wines are just lying down in a bottle.

No, Yinchen had just drunk a few glasses of expensive liquor with Zhao Lingfeng, and he was a little delirious, and Zhao Lingfeng, a noble son with the style of "Lingyun Battle Heavenly Decision", was only slightly reddened in his eyes. He simply helped Silver Dust up, rattled the bell and called the young prostitute maid to clean up the messy ashram, and gave thirty silver coins as the cost of using the ashram, and finally ordered a maid to slowly walk out of the ashram with him to help the drunk Silver Dust.

At this time, Zhao Lingfeng only felt comfortable and a little tired. In addition to the important things in his heart, he unexpectedly learned that his father was a hero who dared to love and hate. There's nothing more exciting for any sixteen-year-old than knowing that his father is a hero to be worshipped. While he was in a good mood, he also kept his vigilance of his surroundings to a minimum, because he didn't think anyone in the Cardinal Tower would dare to make trouble. After all, since the establishment of this place, there has never been a situation where someone has made trouble and cannot be cleaned up.

But he didn't know that at the moment when the bell in his hand made a penetrating sound and summoned the maids from ten zhang away, the sound of the bell mobilized not only those young prostitutes and maids, but also a few killers with sinister intentions.

The moment he stepped out of the threshold of the ashram. The other quiet room buildings in the back garden opened at about the same time, and several people dressed in black and a swordsman dressed in plain white walked out almost at the same time. Those black-clothed people were summoned by a secret organization after the real king's car stopped at the door of the Cardinal Tower, and the white-clothed swordsman, dressed in an elegant but extremely valuable long-distance run, hung a slender and gorgeous long sword with a golden green shape hanging from his waist, a five-black messy hair was still combed into a visually impactful killing Matt shape, and a pair of black eyes with a little blue flashed from time to time with a breathtaking cold light.

His sharp and cold aura made Zhao Lingfeng and the maid beside him shiver at the same time, and also made this true prince vigilant, of course, he was only vigilant, he hadn't realized the real danger yet, or rather, he hadn't realized that this danger was coming at him.

After all, he has lived in the palace for a long time, rarely fights with people, and is still very inexperienced in battle. "In these days, there are really people who don't want to die? In such a place, they dare to play assassination and vendetta? Do you think that the guards here are the heads of the noodles that eat soft rice?" This is what he really thinks in his heart at the moment. He hasn't been able to tense his nerves immediately like an old Jianghu and silently use his magic skills.

But fortunately, the people who wanted to kill him didn't sell the sneak attack as soon as they came up.

The white-clothed swordsman naturally outflanked him from a path in the back garden, walked a few steps closely, and then turned around as if inadvertently, and went around in front of the true king's son, blocking his way.

"Who are you? What are you locked?" At this moment, Zhao Lingfeng could no longer maintain a relaxed state of mind, after all, a person suddenly came out from behind a tree, and one hand was still holding the sword on his waist, as long as it was a divine martial artist who was fighting on the Fengyuan Continent, he knew that this was not good.

"You are the true prince?" the man said coldly, his dark blue eyes flashing with unmistakable killing intent.

"Not bad!" Zhao Lingfeng stupidly admitted, in his mind, the only true prince in this world is himself, right?

"Then put him down, and we'll fight fairly. The white-clothed swordsman's voice was as cold as an abyss, and there was a sharp coldness in his dark tone, and he stretched out his free hand and lightly pointed at the still somewhat confused silver dust.

"A fair fight, did I provoke you?" Zhao Lingfeng's tone also suddenly became indifferent, he knew that this person was here to seek revenge, but he didn't know who he had provoked, after all, so far, most of his life has been spent in the True King's Mansion, and he is also cautious and cautious on a few trips, where can he provoke any enemies?

"Why, don't you dare to fight?" A trace of disdain flashed on the white-clothed swordsman's face: "Sure enough, the heirs of the prince are all pampered, and they are like pigs......

"Shut up!" Zhao Lingfeng burst out, gently pushed away the silver dust, took a step forward, and took out a delicate small axe from his sleeve with a shake of his hand, and the axe was wrapped around a scorching and solemn wind like thunder, and there were bursts of low buzz in the air. On his body, a pale blue whirlwind slowly emerged.

The white-clothed swordsman raised his thick and tough black eyebrows: "It's hidden." He sighed without being salty, and with a slight mention of his vitality, a pure white storm suddenly burst out of his body. That is the power of the wind, the purest and most essential power of the wind element, the power of being pure, determined, tough and sharp without any other impurities such as cold, heat, poison, ghosts, etc. The silver swordsman hadn't drawn his sword yet, and just by relying on the coercion that naturally generated when a gust of wind was running, he forced Zhao Lingfeng to retreat again and again.