"Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. ”

"The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra. ”

......

In Feiyan Zhai, a woman in green yarn holds a pipa in her arms and sings shallowly.

In front of him, a middle-aged man who was sloppy was sitting on a low couch holding a glass of sake, shaking his head and looking intoxicated.

"I haven't listened to it for several years, but Tsing Yi's singing voice is still so beautiful. The middle-aged man sighed sincerely.

It's not a particularly harmonious picture.

Whether it is the man's unkempt appearance or his dirty clothes, they are incompatible with this specially decorated room and the beautiful and moving appearance of the woman in Tsing Yi.

Zheng.

The woman's fingertips wandering on the strings suddenly stopped, and a harsh sound sounded on the strings.

The woman raised her head and looked at the man with an inexplicable expression.

"The boy is already in the urn, how long are you going to wait?"

The woman asked, her tone tinged with undue concern and anxiety.

The man smiled disapprovingly, and he raised his glass again and shook it at the woman.

"Aren't you going to be in the urn too, and how do you still have the leisure to talk to me here?"

When the woman heard this, the look on her face froze, and then her eyes became gloomy, "It seems that over the years, we have experienced many things that the other party could not think of. ”

The man sighed and said, "Tsing Yi, I really can't see through you." ”

The look on the woman's face became more and more gloomy, she didn't speak, but the cold light reflected in those eyes fell straight on the man's body.

"You know that Xiao Han is not a real dragon, and you also know the method of dragon and snake twins, but you don't tell Zhu Xianyan, but lure him all the way into the urn, who is behind you? What do you want to do?"

The woman smiled faintly and played with the lute in front of her again.

"You are all chess pieces in the game, and no one will know how big the game is until the end. ”

......

The night was getting darker.

After a night of revelry, Chang'an City fell silent again.

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly on the streets of Chang'an City, and the wooden wheels pressed against the bluestone slabs of Chang'an Street, making a reverberating sound that echoed in the silent long street.

In the carriage, a white cloth was tied to his right arm, and the naked boy sat down, his head bowed, his expression grim, not knowing what he was thinking.

Opposite him, an old man in a red robe was sitting precariously, his eyes narrowed, as if he was closing his eyes.

"The mansion master's cultivation is progressing rapidly, but it is surprising to the old man. After a long silence, the old man suddenly spoke.

The young man smiled bitterly when he heard this, Mr. Lu's cultivation had almost touched the edge of the realm of immortals, and his little three-legged cat kung fu might be able to deal with others, but in front of Mr. Lu, it could only be described as devastating, and he was defeated after only touching him slightly.

"Who is the real dragon?" Xu Han thought for a moment before asking in a deep voice.

"Who the real dragon is, does it really matter?" the old man asked, looking up.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"So this time it's my turn, isn't it?"

Mr. Lu didn't understand the meaning of the young man's words, he thought about it, and then said sincerely: "Actually, the lord of the mansion is very good, even when the master is here, with the situation of the mansion today, it may not be better than the lord of the mansion." ”

Hearing this, Xu Han raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, and he said, "But these are actually not important. Right?"

"Whether it's defending the Great Yellow City or bringing down the Gu Zhao family, none of this matters. It doesn't really make any difference to you what I do or what I don't do, all you want from the beginning is my life, right?"

The young man looked straight at the old man at that time, his eyes were so clear, he couldn't find half of the anger or hatred that the old man expected. Yes, it's just puzzled, it's just confused.

The old man's heart was tingled at that moment, and the coldness he had disguised with all his might showed signs of melting in that moment.

He didn't understand why the master would find such a young man to be the abandoned son of the dragon and snake twin method, maybe Xu Han was more wanton and indulgent, and the guilt in the old man's heart would be reduced a little at this moment.

But in fact, Xu Han did so well that people couldn't find any fault, so good that the old man couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

But at this point, there is no turning back.

Between the peaceful and prosperous world and the chaos of the common people, these sacrifices are worth it after all.

So the old man suppressed the softness in his heart, lowered his head again, and said no more.

The carriage came to a halt suddenly.

Xu Han looked out the window through the gap in the carriage, they came to the door of Tiance Mansion, Mr. Lu did not mean to get out of the car, but the door of Tiance Mansion was slowly opened, and a figure came to the gate of the mansion surrounded by many Tiance Mansion troops, the night was too thick, and everyone wrapped it too tightly, so Xu Han couldn't see the person's face clearly.

Then another carriage slowly stopped beside the carriage Xu Han was riding, and then the man was sent to the carriage.

So, the two carriages moved again.

Xu Han knew that the direction they were going to this time was Putian Palace in the Great Zhou.

This moment is finally coming.

Xu Han retracted his gaze that fell outside the window, looked at the old man beside him again, and asked, "The one sitting in the car is the real dragon, right?"

The old man nodded and replied softly, "Hmm." ”

After such a simple conversation, the two fell silent again, and the soft sound of two carriages forcibly echoed in the city of Chang'an.

......

At the same time, in front of the palace gate of the Putian Palace, an old man in black stood proudly with a scarlet long sword in his hand.

Zhu Xian, who held the military and political affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, led everyone to bow respectfully to the old man, "This trip is dangerous, and all the people in the world are tied to the Sikong Immortals. ”

When the old man in black heard this, he nodded lightly.

"The first lord rest assured, after today, this great Zhou world will be surnamed. After saying this, the old man's gaze was strong on everyone, and finally fell on the purple-robed young man in the crowd.

The old man looked at him deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak.

He turned around suddenly, ignoring the crowd, and walked in the direction of the towering palace gate.

"This is the Great Zhou Palace, and those who trespass are dead!"

There was an angry shout from the palace wall, and the forbidden army rushed out of the palace gate like a tide.

The old man in black, who was moving forward alone, didn't seem to hear such angry shouts, and he still walked on his stomach without hurrying.

The leader of the forbidden army, frowned, only heard a crisp sound, the long knife on his waist was unsheathed, and hundreds of soldiers of the forbidden army behind him also drew the swords on their waists at that time.

The sparkling sword shone with a terrible chill in the night, like the eyes of a demon crawling out of hell.

At that time, the eyes of the old man in black glowed with a bloody light.

A black dragon suddenly poured out of his body and roared away.

So hundreds of forbidden army armor soldiers turned into a rain of blood in the sky at that time, dripping and falling, dyeing the outside of this Putian Palace into blood red.

The old man stepped on the corpses all over the ground, bathed in the rain of blood in the sky, and walked to the depths of the palace of the Great Zhou.

"Linglong Pavilion is blank. ”

"For the sake of peace and anger, for the salvation of the common people. ”

"Your Majesty, please ride the dragon!"