This year's winter seems to be colder than usual.

In Yujing City, under the eaves of almost every household, there is a long ice edge that is as thick as a child's arm, crystal clear, and as sharp as a sword, which can be seen how cold it is.

On this day, the heavy snow has just stopped, and the Yujing City has resumed its liveliness and prosperity, the streets are full of people coming and going, and all kinds of large shops are even more lively, such as the restaurant of "Juxian Building", the girl of "Yicui Building", the pen, ink and paper inkstone of "Moyixuan", the silk of "Jinxiuzhuang", the jewelry of "Baoyutang", etc., are the most lively places in Yujing City.

Especially at this time, it has reached the month of Layue, close to the end of the year, the emperor not only wants to sacrifice to the sky, but also to receive the envoys of various countries, such as the eastern Yunmeng country, the Western Regions Huoluo country, the northern Yuantu country, the southern kamikaze, Liuzhu and so on, the envoys of various countries have lived in the annex of Yujing City, these strange costumes often come out to walk around, watch the prosperity of Yujing, the first city of Daqian, but add more excitement to Yujing City.

Since more than half a year ago, the Great Qianjing Border Marquis was born, in the sea area of the Kamikaze Country, the Yunmeng Naval Division was broken, and the Yunmeng Taishi Yuwenmu was defeated, and the two sides made an alliance at the border pass and never fought again, the Great Qianjing Dynasty shocked the countries of the Quartet, and there was no more war in the surrounding areas, and the people were able to recuperate.

Nowadays, on the bustling streets of Yujing, you can see the flow of people shuttling at any time from morning to night, and the noise is endless.

"Brother Xia, since you forced back Yunmeng and defeated the Oneiroi machine, now the four seas are peaceful, and Yujing City is even more prosperous day by day, it is really indispensable, why don't you let me make a proposal to the emperor and transfer you back to Beijing, how about it?"

On the side of the street, in the box of a teahouse, Hong Xuanji's face moved, and he looked at Xia Yang with a complicated face: "Brother Xia, you should know that Your Majesty and I plan to restore the hegemony of the Ancient Holy Emperor Era and dominate the entire world. As long as the restoration of the Ark of Creation is completed, nothing in the world will be able to stop our pace! If Brother Xia comes out of the mountain and helps me and the emperor to help, we will definitely be able to achieve half the result, and then it will be a beautiful thing for the three of us to divide and rule this world?"

And in the window of the teahouse, there is an extremely young man in Tsing Yi, who is Xia Yang who has not returned to Yujing for a long time.

After listening to Hong Xuanji's words, he picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, looked outside the teahouse, and said with a faint smile: "Brother Hong, now the great cadres are peaceful all over the world, and the national strength is thriving, as long as it can win the support of the people, it is the will of the people, and the world is peaceful." With your and Your Majesty's eloquence, it is naturally not difficult to realize this ideal, but Xia is still the same sentence, my ambition is not here, the emperor and Brother Hong's ambition can be slowly figured out. ”

"Brother Xia really doesn't think about it anymore? If you have your help, our monarchs and ministers will work together to repair the boat of creation in the future, don't say that it is not impossible for you to achieve the supreme martial arts realm of shattering the vacuum, even if you cross the other side one day!"

Hong Xuanji said in a deep voice.

"Let's not talk about it. Xia Yang shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "By the way, Xia hasn't congratulated Brother Hong yet, the title of the gold list, high school Tanhua, was named Taishi, and married the first talented girl Dream Girl in Yujing City as a concubine, and I heard that Dream Girl just gave birth to a Lin'er for Brother Hong, which can be described as three joys, congratulations!"

After speaking, he took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it over: "In the bottle are three drops of the 'blood of the evil god' of the Jingyuan Temple in the Western Regions, which should be Xia's belated congratulatory gift!"

"The blood of the evil god?" Hearing Xia Yang's words, even Hong Xuanji couldn't help but be slightly moved.

The blood of this evil god is a thousand-year-old divine wine in the Jingyuan Temple, it is said that in ancient times, the Yuan Qi God killed an evil god and made wine with its blood, this kind of wine, every drop is the elixir that martial arts practitioners dream of!

"Well, then the mystery is disrespectful. Hong Xuanji arched his hand slightly, since Xia Yang had already declared that it was a congratulatory gift, if he refused, it would be a loss of courtesy.

After accepting the gift, he said: "Bingyun usually mentions Brother Xia, if you have time, Brother Xia might as well come to my mansion as a guest, I think Bingyun will be very happy." ”

"Xia has leisure, and he will go over to the house to disturb. Xia Yang smiled, now that Hong Yi, the son of destiny, had been born, he was also interested in taking a look.

"By the way, Brother Xia, I don't know what you think of the sudden rise of the Martial God Sect in the Western Regions?"

Receiving the blood of the evil god of the former Jingyuan Temple, Hong Xuanji immediately thought of the mysterious "Martial God" who killed the Yuan Qi God and replaced him. During this period, they didn't know how many spies they sent to the Western Regions to inquire about the news, but unfortunately they never found anything!

Hearing him ask, Xia Yang naturally couldn't admit that he was the Martial God, and said in a condensed voice: "Xia also wants to know the details of that Martial God, who can kill the Yuan Qi God and is also known as the 'God of Martial Arts', must be a strong person who cultivates to the sky! These three drops of the blood of the evil god were obtained by me from a fugitive from the Jingyuan Temple, and according to him, no one knew the identity of the martial god, or even the people of the Martial God Sect. ”

"Before the Martial God Sect has not invaded the Great Qian, it is better for us to act rashly, it is better to wait and see what happens. After a pause, Xia Yang said quietly: "But if there is a chance, Xia also wants to understand the power of that martial god and see if his name as a martial god is worthy of the name!"

I didn't hear any news from Xia Yang's mouth, and Hong Xuanji didn't care. The place where Xia Yang is guarded is in the east of Daqian, and the Qingzhikou that is connected to Yunmeng is thousands of miles away from the Western Regions, so it is not surprising that he does not know.

After chatting for a while, at the invitation of Hong Xuanji, Xia Yang also went to the Taishi's Mansion and saw Meng Bingyun, who had not been seen for a year, and Yi Zi, who was still in infancy.

Seeing Hong Yi, who was still a baby, Xia Yang smiled calmly, then took out a piece of green and lush, carved like a ghostly jade plate, and handed it to Meng Bingyun, saying that it was a meeting gift for the child.

In addition, Xia Yang was also in the Hong Mansion on this trip and met Hong Xuanji's original wife Zhao.

Maybe it's because Meng Bingyun and Hong Xuanji are in a good relationship now, but this Mrs. Zhao hasn't shown her ugly side yet, she looks like a virtuous and virtuous wife, looking like a family and beauty.

sneered in his heart, Xia Yang suddenly felt a little more disdainful of Hong Xuanji.

Although this guy is a handsome gentleman on the surface, advocating the preservation of heavenly principles and destroying people's desires, and paying attention to poetry and etiquette, he is actually a lustful villain in his bones.

The family has a wife, not to mention, and hooked up with Meng Bingyun, the saint of the Taishang Dao, and Yan Zhenzong of the Da Luo faction is commensurate with his brother, but he secretly hooked up with other people's wives, and later the saint daughter of the Da Luo faction, Zhao Feirong, is his illegitimate daughter. After more than ten years of intercourse, Yan Zhenzong's hat has been green for more than ten years!

There is also Yao Qinghui, the sect leader of the Yaochi faction, who was deceived by him of money and sex, not to mention the exercises of other people's sects, his daughters gave birth to two, but he didn't have a name. Such a character, but dare to stand on the court with righteousness and awe-inspiring, govern the world, and is also known as a family of poets, saving heavenly principles and destroying people's desires, Xia Yang also admires Hong Xuanji's face very much.

After a period of unappetizing, he didn't bother to stay in Hongfu for long, and he didn't even eat dinner, so he found a reason to leave.

All the way to his mansion in Yujing City, when he strolled on the street and raised his head slightly, he could see the purple air rolling in the sky, and his luck was like a dragon, subduing the four seas and shocking all directions.

Looking at the true dragon of luck above the nine heavens of Panhuan, enveloping the entire palace, the vast purple qi, and I don't know how far it radiated, Xia Yang's expression was extremely calm: "The prosperity of Daqian's national fortune, looking at the many worlds I have experienced, there is no one that can compare, but Hong Yi has been born, and it won't be long before this luck will flourish and decline." ”

Sensing this huge national fortune, Xia Yang used the technique of looking at qi, and this time, he saw it as an imperial spirit. As far as he could see, above the huge palace, there were streams of golden air, floating up and down, flickering. These golden currents contained endless majesty, making the entire palace seem to be shrouded in a layer of brilliance, like the Heavenly Palace Holy Realm, with faint brilliance.

These golden currents are the imperial qi, and they are the admiration and convincing thoughts of the people for the imperial power in their hearts.

Admiring the majesty of the dynasty and obeying the legal system of the dynasty, these thoughts merged together, and they became the imperial spirit, entangled in the imperial city, so that ordinary ghosts and ghosts did not dare to approach. However, the imperial spirit is extraordinary, ordinary people can't see it, and only a master of cultivation can use his divine soul to find out and see.

In fact, this is quite similar to the belief in the gods, people fear the imperial power, obey the jurisdiction of the imperial power, and unconsciously produce a kind of thought, this kind of thought gathers, just like faith, yes the royal palace is shrouded in a faith. It's just that this kind of thought is not a prayer to the gods, but a natural reverence for imperial power.

"It's a pity, even if the emperor is like a rainbow, he can't return to the Holy Emperor Era after all, how can I cooperate with you?"

With a sneer, Xia Yang quickened his pace and returned to the mansion.

Then, he entered the secret room and faced the Divine Stone Spirit Fetus, which had been waiting for a long time

Shaking his head and sighing lightly, he immediately stepped forward and walked towards the palace, and the eunuchs and guards patrolling around him all seemed to have not seen his figure, and let him walk over.

Stealth is not a profound spell, but it is very rare to be able to reach Jiang Chen's realm, even if it is a martial arts immortal, it may not be able to see through it, let alone these eunuchs and guards.

Crossing the palace gate, there is a long avenue in front of him, towering palaces, houses, and many patrolling guards and eunuchs, Jiang Chen walked slowly, while enjoying the scenery of this palace, I have to say that this palace is indeed extraordinary, geographical distribution, palace layers, faintly like a big array, not to mention mortals, I am afraid that even if the cultivation master comes, there is a danger of getting lost in it.