Noon had passed, and there was still half an hour before the national war ended, and Zhang Xiaju on the Jinshui Bridge outside the imperial palace looked a little anxious.

Generally speaking, she had confidence in her senior brother, but after such a long time, the direction of the imperial palace was silent, which made her a little worried.

Zhang Xiaju regretted a little, she should have recommended herself to Gu Panxi.

Although her personal combat power is not as good as Gu Panxi, she and the senior brother are the best partners in terms of matching.

Last night, the senior brother showed his sword, and he was likely to become the target of the public, and he was very willing to be able to target the Yuezhou team during the national war.

With her there, Gu Liya can stealth the Great Dream Cave Heaven to provide healing support at any time, and Xiao Jiu's big killing weapon can also fly out of the Cave Heaven at any time, and she Zhang Xia is an army behind her.

Zhang Xiaju didn't know that the national war was being carried out in a cave like Little Shenzhou, and even if she went, she wouldn't be able to open a big dream cave in Little Shenzhou.

Director Yang comforted Zhang Xiaju beside him, but Zhang Xiaju sounded just some painless words.

The snow was still drifting, not as big as before, and the goose feathers were flocculent, but the sky became more blurry, and no one knew what God meant.

Zhang Xiaju couldn't help but think again, maybe she shouldn't wait outside, but should meet with Song Que and make soup for those homeless people in the imperial capital. However, Zhang Xiaju couldn't do it, so she could only wait.

In addition to the official entourage of other countries, there were many people waiting outside the Jinshui Bridge, there were watchmen from the gambling house, and there were record officials from the library, and the expressions on their faces were also at a loss, because there was not the slightest news since the beginning of the national war.

This year's imperial capital is really different from previous years.

The national war is not lively, but the shrine on the west side of the imperial palace is constantly in and out of the priests, and the legend says that one hundred and eight divine knights are neatly dressed and riding horses to guard the outside of the palace, murderous in the sky, not even a single snowflake falls on their heads.

Both the lookout and the recorder could clearly see that the divine light above the shrine was two or three times brighter than usual, so that it looked like a world with lights on in the snowy climate.

Jingu apparently made a move as well.

As an imperial capital native who grew up under the roots of the imperial capital, he has a stronger sense of curiosity and novelty than other capital people.

Some bookstores couldn't help but mention the shrine a sentence or two when they really had nothing to say about the national war, which immediately whetted the appetite of the idlers.

At the crossroads of the various streets and squares in the imperial capital, the Wulei Gate propped up a huge canopy, in which steaming soup was boiling, and many people lined up just to drink a bowl of hot soup.

I didn't drink it, and the people before I was trembling, and after drinking, I raised my chest and walked away on the snow.

Song Que was no longer as surprised as he was at the beginning, just a bowl of hot soup could make hungry and cold people not afraid of the cold, and the effect of this hot soup was really comparable to some pills.

When Song Que was bowed and bowed by others, he also returned the salute, and he also bowed when he knelt, and the grateful people in the back only dared to bow.

There is not much other feeling in this process, everything is very natural, everything holds the word "li", as for the true qi in the body is getting more and more pure, and even the abolished central channel has faint signs of repair, Song Que didn't care.

He no longer cares about whether the boss won the first place in the national war, nor does he remember the "merits" that the boss said, he just blends in with everything around him, the streets, the ragged people, and the snow.

Doing what you need to do for a lifetime is easier said than done.

Song Que is doing what he should do now, and he feels from the bottom of his heart that it should be so, so there is a faint joy in his heart, no worries, and no extravagant hopes.

Wu Changsheng was boiling soup ten miles away from Song Que, he was originally a little unhappy that he was sent here by the Five Thunder Sect to do completely meaningless things, but after seeing Tang Fang and then seeing the changes of those ordinary people, he immediately devoted himself to the research process of Tang Fang.

It's amazing that such a simple soup recipe can make ordinary people no longer afraid of the cold. And what is even more amazing is that the materials on the soup recipe are very cheap, Wu Changsheng can't describe it, he suddenly thought of the scene that night when he saw the master walking around happily like a child on the Danfang, and what the master was holding in his hand at that time was the Buque Dan Dan prescription written by Wang Ming of the Five Thunder Gates.

Master once said that the world is too complicated, the human heart is too complicated, only the world of Danfang is pure, and the final result is good is good, and bad is not good, and every time you open a new furnace to refine the pill, it feels like creating a world.

Wu Changsheng boiled the soup and drank the soup, smacking it carefully, and the whole person was immersed in it, and he didn't feel that the snowflakes were all over his head.

At this time, the imperial capital gambling house and bookstore were far from being as noisy as expected, and the room was steaming, but people were staring at each other one by one, and the news came from there every other day and a half.

I didn't fight in the arena and entered the Imperial Palace.

There was no sound of fighting near the Jinshui Bridge, and I guess it was covered by some means.

After noon, there were a few dry lines, and the storyteller used to cushion the field with all the small paragraphs, the eyes of the people below were getting bigger and bigger, and they were getting redder, and the scene was really a little embarrassing.

Finally, the news came.

The storyteller was startled when he saw the note, his expression was in a trance, and he was stunned for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "The national war is in Xiaoshenzhou." ”

Almost all the bookstores in the imperial capital got the news at the same time, and they waited until others rushed up and grabbed the collar without saying half a word;

If it is a storyteller from other countries, he really doesn't know what Little Shenzhou is, but the storyteller in the imperial capital is the most favorite to search for curiosities, and he knows a little.

"Little Shenzhou has always been in legends, but I didn't expect it to really appear. ”

"I've never heard of someone being able to open up a small cave, and Xiaoshenzhou is the cave that the royal family has always wanted to open. ”

"It's groundbreaking. ”

"Little Shenzhou's power is incredible. ”

......

While the major bookstores were telling about the magic of Little Shenzhou, the national war in the imperial palace was finally over.

A large ball of light appeared in the sky above the Square of the Four Seas, and then a group of people came out of the ball of light, and fewer people came out than those who entered.

The people of the teams of various countries were in a trance, until the big round ball disappeared in the end, and then a majestic voice sounded in the sky: "In this national battle, Yuezhou is the first, Zhongzhou is the second, and Yanzhou is the third......"

The sound was so loud that the people waiting outside the Jinshui Bridge outside the Imperial Palace could hear it.

Almost everyone was stunned when they heard this, Yuezhou is the first?

The lookout officials of the gambling house and the recorder of the library were dumbfounded.

Zhang Xia's face was overjoyed, and she was relieved, the senior brother is the senior brother.

"What? I heard you right?" the official in Yuezhou shouted.

Director Yang said loudly: "That's right, we are the first!"

Zhang Xia pursed her lips and suddenly felt like crying.

At this time, the sky is no longer snowing.