Hearing the sage's laughter, Han Jiangyue was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "That sage, the minister doesn't mean this, the minister is saying that the eldest prince is really not an ordinary person." ”&1t;/p>

"Haha, okay, okay, I know. ”&1t;/p>

Han Jiangyue scratched the back of her head with some embarrassment, and the tension in her heart was gone. &1t;/p>

This answer sounded unrelated, but of course Yi Yang could understand the meaning of what he meant by the fact that he was still a young man in front of him. &1t;/p>

Most of them are facing the countless messages that come and go in the whole world every day, and the second son, who has no eldest son and needs to deal with the entire Yuliangxiao incident by himself, is a little in a hurry. &1t;/p>

That's when 'the eldest prince is really not an ordinary person's sigh'. &1t;/p>

"It's also an experience, you can only grow if you know your shortcomings, and everything is gradual, and you shouldn't be in a hurry. Yi Yang said with some seriousness, sooner or later, he will let the person in front of him really take charge of himself, after this incident, he will probably be able to dispel his usual arrogance, a good thing, a good thing. &1t;/p>

"Well, I understand. The second son, Han Jiangyue, replied solemnly. &1t;/p>

"Okay, let's talk about the battle over the West Sea that day that Yu Liangxiao collected, don't miss the slightest detail. Yi Yang pressed his hands on his knees and asked very seriously. &1t;/p>

"Yes!" Saying this, Han Jiangyue also looked extremely formal. &1t;/p>

Han Jiangyue is not only the second son of Yu Liangxiao, the minister of the Han Dynasty, but he is also a cultivator, and he talks about Chen Banyang between his words, maintaining a very respectful attitude. &1t;/p>

The words of the second absolute immortal Chen Banyang, no matter who came out of his mouth, his tone and expression were like this. &1t;/p>

These words carry the respect of cultivators all over the world, and naturally they can also carry the weight of history. &1t;/p>

It took nearly half an hour for Han Jiangyue to tell everything he had collected, what he wanted to say, what he thought, and what he had left behind. &1t;/p>

After speaking, there was some silence in the tall little red pavilion. &1t;/p>

Another quarter of an hour passed, the saint was silent, just thinking, his heart turned around the calculation of tens of millions, his fingers lightly tapped the stone table table, and unconsciously used some strength, leaving a shallow pit. &1t;/p>

"How is he?" these were the first words of the Holy One after a long silence, with a soft countenance, and a longing and fatherly love in his words. &1t;/p>

After dealing with the affairs of the world, Yi Yang revealed his uncontrollable concern for his son. &1t;/p>

The second prince instantly comprehended who he was referring to, and immediately replied: "There is news that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince disappeared in Xizhui with the two peerless immortals, most likely to go to the north. ”&1t;/p>

After speaking, the second prince remembered something, reached into his arms, and took out a white and pale yellow envelope, with a vermilion circle on the envelope, and a light moon left, "There is a secret letter directly handed over to the Holy One." ” &1t;/p>

Yi Yang didn't say a word, reached out to take it, and opened the envelope in front of the second son, but obviously the second son couldn't see the content of the letter, even if he could, he didn't dare to read it with any guts. &1t;/p>

It didn't take much time for the Holy Admiral to read the contents of the letter back and forth three times before revealing a shallow smile, and finally the letter paper spontaneously burned into ashes in Yi Yang's palm. &1t;/p>

"Okay, Jiang Yue, you go and get busy, and then focus on Xitui, specially, pay close attention to the West Sea Dragon Palace. When the letter paper burned out, Yi Yang whispered to Han Jiangyue. &1t;/p>

"Yes, sir. Han Jiangyue got up and clenched her fists, and then walked out of the pavilion. &1t;/p>

The sound of Da Da's footsteps became farther and farther away, until it completely disappeared, and Han Jiangyue's people had already left the main hall here. &1t;/p>

Shengshang stood up again with a contemplative expression, walked to the corner of the little red pavilion, looked at the green mountain from a distance, and saw that his eyes were moist, and two lines of tears quietly slipped from the corners of his eyes. &1t;/p>

His lips squirmed, "Ling'er, I don't want to leave it to our children, but how can I care about the people of the world in vain and push this matter forward for no reason, I can't do it, I can't do it." The voice was extremely low and slight, but his hands were stubbornly pinching the handrail on the side of the pavilion, and the green tendons on the back of his hands appeared. &1t;/p>

People can't be resurrected after death, Yi Yang naturally didn't get any response, only the green trees on the green hills gently shook their branches in the breeze, and everything had to be decided by himself. &1t;/p>

The entire palace seemed very deserted, and without those two children, the palace was so bleak in Yi Yang's opinion. &1t;/p>

It is obvious that the world-shattering war over the West Sea is not only in the palace and in the residences of major high-ranking officials. &1t;/p>

Even if these places are talking, they seem to be so quiet. &1t;/p>

If you want to say that it is lively, it is still the folk, in the restaurant and tea shop, the more lively place is the world building in Leyang City. &1t;/p>

Just look at the location of the two-story small high-rise building, the door is full of people, even under the small window where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stayed when he was a child, he has not been let go, it can be said that it is surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. &1t;/p>

Listening to the shocking wood beat, the collision of silk plum wood and red sandalwood wood, there was a crackling sound, and the storyteller stood behind the table: "Today, let's talk about the thundercloud storm and hurricane in the West Sea, talk about the four masters of the extreme list going down to the West Sea, and talk about the 108,000 swords of the sword immortal Chen Banyang, fighting alone! ”&1t;/p>

After speaking, the sound of the startled wood and the applause of the audience were connected and rippling. &1t;/p>

Coincidentally, this is naturally not the only place, away from the rest of the restaurants outside the world, more is talking, but there are a few spare money guests who prefer to come to this world to talk about the building, listen to the truth, not hearsay, ambiguous. &1t;/p>

After that battle, Chen Banyang's three words are really known to everyone, and the words he made in the Xihai Crystal Palace that day were so carefree and heroic, and the 108,000 swords that roared with their mouths came out over and over again through the mouths of countless people. &1t;/p>

With the passage of time, gradually the good deeds found more of Chen Banyang's masterpieces of poetry a few years ago, and all of them were the best choices. &1t;/p>

Gradually, people kept up with the word Shixian in front of the Sword Immortal and Jiuxian, and the name of Chen Banyang, the three peerless immortals of the Shijiu Sword, spread, and I don't know if this is a change that Chen Banyang is willing to see. &1t;/p>

From the dignitaries of the imperial city to the common people of Limin, no matter how different they are talking about the direction of this battle, they are all talking about this person. &1t;/p>

How many years have passed, since the death of the sword saint Ye Xuan, who drew the mark of heaven with that sword, there has not been such a grand occasion in the world, and countless beautiful words are only because of one person. &1t;/p>

The unruly old man. &1t;/p>

...... &1t;/p>

"Get out of the way, fucking Lao Tzu get out of the way, don't miss the big thing I helped. ”&1t;/p>

His Royal Highness the Prince, who had just entered Liuzhou City, put the unridden horse at the stagecoach station in Liuzhou City, and when he left the gate, he saw the scene in front of him. &1t;/p>

More than a dozen people galloped on the long street, scolding and scolding without scruples. &1t;/p>

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