The beacon fire that filled Kyushu did not affect the singing and dancing of the capital.

This 700-year-old capital has experienced too many ups and downs in the long river of time.

Even the people living here have exuded a calmness and superiority that goes deep into the bone marrow.

In the eyes of the people of the old capital, no matter how chaotic it is outside, anyway, as long as the thief army has not yet reached the root of the imperial city, it will be peaceful in the world!

On the streets of the market, there was talk of the war in the northwest of Yan.

Open your mouth "Huo Reverse".

Shut up "old man".

The contempt in his words seemed to be as long as they were given a gun, and they could flatten the 400,000 sandman vanguard army in the northwest of Yan by riding alone!

The ancient, heavy, and sung city seems to be a paradise......

Inside a local teahouse.

The storyteller held a startling wooden hand, and splattered his spittle about the newly compiled script of Huo Qing's defeat in Xuanbei Prefecture, which won bursts of applause.

On the elegant seat facing the street, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with long hair tied in a bun and fixed on the top of his head with a hairpin sat quietly behind a bamboo curtain.

He listened to the storyteller's wonderful storytelling, staring at the street scene of people coming and going outside the window in a daze, two slender fingers, unconsciously plucking the white porcelain tea cup in his palm, and the hot air was slowly steaming in front of him......

Because of the existence of middle-aged people in Tsing Yi, in the small and noisy seat, there is a bit of the elegant taste of the Zhilan tea room.

A handsome white-clothed young man wearing an ancient silver forehead and a face like a crown of jade walked through the noisy lobby, gently lifted the bamboo curtain, bowed in, lowered his hand and whispered: "Emperor, the news has been reviewed, eight days ago, Xuanbei Taiping was closed, and there was indeed luck and the golden dragon rose!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said casually and softly: "Really?"

The young man in white stood with his head down, his eyes did not squint, and his breath was soft and even, like a stone and wood sculpture, without half a wave.

"On that day, was Huo Qing in Taipingguan?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi asked lightly.

The young man in white replied respectfully: "Back to the emperor, Huo Qing was in the vanguard army of the Western Regions that day. ”

"Huh...... Things that don't work, fighting back and forth, actually made wedding dresses for others. ”

The face of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi finally showed a shallow mocking smile.

The young man in white looked at his nose and his nose and his heart, and he thought he was blind, deaf, and dumb.

"Go down. ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

"The minister retired ......"

The young man in white bowed to the end and bowed out of the bamboo curtain.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi finally turned his head and looked at the turquoise tea soup in the tea cup in his hand, which was as calm as an ancient well, and his eyes seemed to pass through two hundred years, and he looked at the pair of violent and unruly eyes.

"The new dragon has become a trend, the old thing, isn't it coming back?"

......

The clear sound of the eagle pierced the gloomy sky.

On the vast earth, a majestic man with two arms and wearing golden armor rushed out of the pale palace complex, grabbed the eagle whistle hanging on his chest, and blew it vigorously.

The goshawk galloped down.

The majestic man stretched out a majestic arm as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, and calmly caught the half-human-tall goshawk.

The eagle's talons, which were as sharp as blades, failed to leave a white mark on his arm!

The majestic man took a palm-sized piece of bloody fresh meat from the hand of the eagle slave who followed him and fed it to the goshawk's mouth, and then untied the bamboo tube on the eagle's talons and handed the goshawk to the eagle slave.

"Smack. ”

Two iron-like fingers crushed the bamboo tube sealed with molten iron.

The majestic man took out the cloth in the bamboo tube, unfolded it and looked at it, his face changed suddenly, he hurriedly put away the cloth, turned around and hurriedly ran to the depths of the palace group.

Go deeper.

The lower the temperature.

Soon, the hot breath exhaled from the mouth and nose of the majestic man condensed into a white breath that was more than a foot long.

It's a kind of cold that is different from the ice and snow.

The cold of the ice and snow, the first dry cold, the cold on the surface.

The thick and warm clothes, and the surging blood of the warriors, can resist this cold.

And this kind of coldness in the palace is a kind of coldness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and makes people feel hairy at the bottom of their hearts.

With a strong man shirtless, he can ignore the eagle claws, at least the strength of the eight-rank martial artist, but he is frozen to goosebumps......

But it was so cold, but the strong man slowed down his pace and walked lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up something.

He was indeed afraid of his own footsteps.

disturbed the fathers and fathers who were sleeping in the earth.

Not much.

When the majestic man arrived at an ice hall carved with black ice, the two heroes knelt down and kowtowed: "Ancestor, grandson Ji Tai asks to see." ”

"Click......"

The two ice gates slowly opened, and an old voice came from inside the Ice Palace, "Tai'er, come in!"

The majestic man bowed in.

Inside the Ice Palace, it is not a scene of ice and snow.

Instead, it is planted with many exotic flowers and plants that like cold and shade.

A trickle of cold air flowed on the ground.

It's like a fairyland.

The majestic man is not strange, accustomed to it, familiar with the strange flowers and plants, under a huge snow plum like a banyan tree, found the person he was looking for.

An old man with a white beard and a thin head and bones remaining, with an imperial crown on his head, lying quietly on a rocking chair, wrapped in a thick snow bear fur, with sleeves hanging out, and vaguely distinguishing that it was a dragon robe.

The emperor's costume can no longer add imperial majesty to this old man.

When the strong man saw it, he only felt sad.

As the most favored great-grandson, he knew that his ancestor had not taken off the imperial crown and dragon robe for nearly two hundred years.

It's not that the ancestors are unwilling to unload.

but can not be unloaded.

His old man's life was all supported by the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven and the remnants of the ancestors and ancestors.

For others, the imperial crown and dragon robe, which represent the supreme power and majesty, are just shackles that cannot be broken free from the ancestors......

The old man opened his eyes, which were so cloudy that he could barely distinguish between the pupils and the whites of his eyes, looked at the choked majestic man, and reluctantly smiled: "Tai'er, why do you want to see me?"

The majestic man knelt in front of the old man's knees, took out the cloth from his arms, and replied: "Ancestor, Kyushu returns, and there is a golden dragon of luck in Xuanbei Prefecture!"

The old man let out a faint "oh?" and asked, "Is the new dragon potential coming?"

The majestic man replied: "It's not Huo Qing, but a reckless man named Zhang Chu!"

"Zhang Chu ......"

The old man recited the name softly, and he was not surprised, but chuckled: "There are talented people in the country...... It's time to go home! If you don't come back, you really won't be able to go back!"

When the majestic man heard this, he hurriedly said: "Old ancestor, why don't you wait? Now that the national strength of the Ying clan against thieves still exists, and a new dragon has been born in Kyushu, you will go back now, won't you be attacked on both sides?"

"Good boy, that's not how things look that way!"

The old man stretched out a dry palm from under the bear's skin, stroked the top of the majestic man's head, and said slowly: "The birth of a new dragon means that his winner has been abandoned by the luck of Kyushu, this is the general trend, let him win and have a thousand means, and can not be changed, at this time do not return, when the old and the new alternate, the master and slave are transposed, our clan, will really decay in this thousand miles of yellow sand!"

"Besides, he won Yi at the expense of his own national fortunes, and laid out such a big game of chess, isn't it just to lure his grandfather into the game?"

The old man smiled: "He has the spirit of 'my life is up to me, not to the sky', grandfather, he can't shame his ancestors and ancestors......"

"But, it's your body'......"

The majestic man looked at his oil-depleted body with tears in his eyes, and couldn't say a complete sentence.

In order to maintain their clan fortune, the ancestors have held out for too long and too long.

The old man smiled comfortingly: "Idiot, why bother to be this little daughter, when he won the destiny of heaven, grandpa can still win half of him!"

"Now everyone is an outcast, no matter how high or low, but they are all over again...... Grandpa, how could you ever be afraid of him to win!"

It was only at this time that this old man, who seemed to be like a candle in the wind, finally revealed a trace of the domineering spirit of a generation of emperors who defied the world!

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