Thousands of steps long street, iron locks are horizontally sealed.

Although there are some teahouses and restaurants on both sides of Lingjue Street, they were fully booked as early as four or five days ago, and any table in the middle has risen to five or six gold baht each. Today, you can't buy a seat even if you have money.

There were many people who came to watch the battle, and there were all three religions and nine streams.

Such as Bai Shanhe, a genius martial artist and son of a family who is famous in the southeast region.

There are strange people like Liu Xiaoxian.

There are also many princes and nobles, relatives of the king.

Even the Qijing Chamber of Commerce also came to many people, and Jun Changge, the protégé of the richest man in Hexi, attracted the most attention.

However, more of them are still crowded outside the iron locks on the long street, and the young martial arts cultivator who wants to watch the battle up close but can't buy a seat.

"Why don't you let us in!"

"That's it, let us in, this Lingjue Street is not your home!"

"Get out of the way, there's still a teahouse there, I'll charter it, sir!"

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The martial cultivators pushed and shouted, buzzed, and quarreled.

The palace guards in charge of guarding the long street are the brightly armored palace guards, all of them are powerful, and the essence of the eyes is faint, and the strength of cultivation is not inferior to these martial arts. Obviously, the Lord of Qi Yue was also extremely concerned about this battle, and was worried that there would be chaos in the city, otherwise he would not have dispatched all the palace guards and deputies to maintain order. Not to mention that in Qiyue, all the vassal states of Tianque for several days, such a decisive battle with such a large formation is really rare, which means that it is qualified to be recorded in the history books.

"What's it called, the teahouse has already been contracted." Zuo Huan rolled his eyes and said lazily with his arms folded.

has only been a seven-rank petty official for a few days, and Zuo Huan has been exposed to it, but he has also developed a bit of an official tone.

"Wrapped? Why didn't anyone come under the wrap? "The one who is shouting to charter the venue is a chubby martial arts cultivator, I think it is the son of the brother who learned the kung fu of the two-handed and three-legged cat, and he is a false name.

Squeezed to the iron lock by the crowd behind him, the fat man glared at Zuo Hou with a red face, and panted: "Little guard, do you know who my father is?" Tell you, my dad is ......"

"Stop!" Zuo Huan scratched his ears and turned his mouth to the teahouse facing Zentou Temple: "If your father's identity is comparable to her, Lao Tzu will let you go." ”

The fat man smiled proudly, looked at it, and after a blink of an eye, his expression froze, and while laughing at Zuo Huan, he drilled back with a disgraced face.

Surrounded by a group of tigers and wolves, Tang Yuchen and Dugu Peacock rode two fast horses and stopped in front of the teahouse.

When the rumbling horses' hooves were subdued, Lingjue Street was also silent.

Tang Yuchen said that it is extremely rare to wear a silver-white embroidered double phoenix warrior uniform, her legs are tightened by smooth silk trousers, and her slender, round and fat legs are fully displayed on the back of the horse, not to mention her heroic posture on horseback, just the wonderful long legs that loom under the big haze made the vast majority of the men present dizzy, their hearts swayed, and the limelight overwhelmed the Dugu peacock who was half a horse behind her.

Princess Yueyu actually came.

But also, she had plenty of reasons to come and watch the fight.

The two protagonists of the battle on Lingjue Street, one is the little holy monk of Dazentou Temple, the sky monk, who had a scandal with her five years ago. The other is Liu Yun, an overseas prodigal son who is said to have voluntarily entered the palace as a guard because he fell under the peerless grace of the eldest princess.

In the mouths of the storytellers of these Tianqi Jing Bookstores, the cause of the battle on Lingjue Street was that the two wanted to compete for the heart of Princess Yueyu, and now the eldest princess came to watch the battle, which seems to indirectly confirm this.

"I don't know that the eldest princess has arrived, and the grass people have missed the welcome, which is really a sin. Fortunately, the grass people carried a strange thing with them, which was used as a greeting gift, and I hope His Highness can like it. If you don't like it, Your Highness can give it to anyone as you like. ”

A warm and mellow voice sounded, breaking the realm of Lingjue Street.

The man who spoke sat in the middle of a group of pot-bellied, well-dressed merchants, who sat on the third floor, with a round table facing the window, and the whole restaurant was at this table. The man was dressed in a golden silk shirt, but he did not look vulgar at all, and he was generous and decent. He sat next to each other with the giants of the Qijing Chamber of Commerce, but he was not contaminated with the smell of copper. His smile is warm, natural and easy-going, his words are full of confidence but not annoying, and his handsome face is the kind of man who can easily move a woman's heart.

And in his hand he held a wooden box inlaid with pearls, and when the box opened, a snow-white nightingale appeared, opening his mouth and singing, melodious and lifelike, but unfortunately it was made of wood.

"This is made by my famous craftsman in Hexi, and what the nightingale sings is also my famous song in Hexi, "Memories of Beauty". I hope His Royal Highness will smile. ”

Soon he was recognized.

Jun Jianghai's protégé, Jun Changge, a young businessman who had just arrived in Qijing for a few days.

Tang Yuchen didn't look at it, let alone ignore Jun Changge, and got off the horse and entered the teahouse. Dugu Peacock glanced at the guard beside her, and the guard ran up to the restaurant where Jun Changge was, took the nightingale box, and re-entered the teahouse.

Jun Changge didn't show frustration because of Tang Yuchen's ignorance, he smiled as usual, and didn't forget to bow his hands to the surroundings when he sat down.

His exaggerated but unassuming actions soon won the applause of the do-gooders.

Dare to be courteous to the eldest princess at this time, faintly revealing the intention of pursuit, this Hexi businessman is really bold.

Just one protégé is like this, and the demeanor of the richest man in Hexi, Jun Jianghai, can be seen.

"This Jun Changge is really good at picking the time."

"Businessmen, it's all about vision and timing. Jun Changge revealed his intention to pursue Tang Yuchen at this time, and invisibly raised his identity and fame to the same height as the two influential figures of the Sky Monk and Liu Yun. For businessmen, the greater the fame, the more benefits they reap. This Jun Changge has a bit of a trick, it seems that the young richest man in Hexi is not simple. ”

"In the land of Qijing, Bai Gongzi has one more person to appreciate. However, the time when he appeared in Qi Jing was too coincidental, could it be that he also came to that. ”

"Don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say it. You are a golden hexagram, a prophecy. ”

On another restaurant near Chantou Temple, Bai Shanhe and Liu Xiaoxian sat by the window.

One is from Yongjing's Wang Bai family, one of the four young masters of Qijing. The other is the only female heir of Xiangtian Jingluntai for more than 1,000 years, and Liu Xiaoxian, the golden hexagram who has been very popular in Qijing.

No one knew why they were sitting together, just as no one knew why they came to Qijing.

Liu Xiaoxian Yanjun Changge appeared coincidentally, but she and Bai Shanhe came unfortunately.

"Sister, this little nightingale is a fake."

"Well, naturally it's fake."

"Sister, what do you think of that Jun Changge's character?"

"It's just a businessman, how can it be."

"Sister...... Why are you absent-minded, do you think peacocks are verbose. ”

"Little finch, you're thinking too much."

In the Accord of the teahouse, Tang Yuchen responded numbly to the lonely peacock.

Last night was the only time in five years that she hadn't slept well.

From the third watch to the early hours of the morning, she couldn't close her eyes, and finally Suo surnamed Suo put on a robe and climbed to the high pavilion of the Moon Palace, looking at the huge palace, but her heart was empty.

Five years ago, she thought she would soon forget.

Five years later, she still hasn't forgotten it.

The pain caused by emotional trauma will last for two or three years at most, and who can love a ruthless person for so long in this world, and occasionally there will be a few fools, but it will never be Tang Yuchen. Tang Yuchen knew that what she suffered was not only emotional intelligence, but also the "poison" he carefully configured. In Master's words, it was a kind of inner demon, and there was no medicine to cure it, so you could only rely on yourself.

That man gave her a demon, but she couldn't help herself. Many attempts have been made, including shifting interest to women, but they have failed. She also wanted to kill that man, but he was quite powerful in both the government and the opposition, Qi Jun in the court, and the Great Chantou Temple in the martial arts world, even Tang Yuchen couldn't do anything. It wasn't until three months ago that she finally found a clue, and vaguely, that clue pointed to a place she didn't expect—the Izumo River family of the four great families of the Southeast Evil Dao.

In the dark, there seems to be a hand, which has been laying out the southeast since many years ago, affecting the fate of Qi Yue.

Tang Yuchen then used the name of marriage, which was both a temptation and a confuse of Tang Yuzhen. This matter is very important, she can no longer trust others, so she enters the Jiang family in person, wanting to lure out the black hand hidden behind the scenes.

Who wants to meet Jiang Jiazi and ruin her plans.

Half a year later, I went to Qijing, looked for him, and beheaded him.

When they were separated, Jiang Jiazi said like this again.

If three or four years ago, Tang Yuchen, who was particularly thoughtful about the girl, might have believed it. But three or four years later, after experiencing the treacherous situation in the court, people's hearts are unpredictable, and he has fallen into a quagmire of filth and is difficult to pull out, how can Tang Yuchen believe the words of a man who is lighter than himself.

Unexpectedly, he actually came.

In less than three months, he had fulfilled half of his promise.

Go to Qijing, look for the sky.

Tang Yuchen tried his best not to be disturbed by what he did.

But the love field is like a battlefield, an inch of land is lost, and the city collapses.

Tang Yuchen unknowingly fell into the "war" suddenly launched by Liu Yun, and she fell deeper and deeper, and now, it is difficult for her to pull it out.

For the battle of Lingjue Street, Tang Yuchen's mood was extremely complicated.

She hoped that Liu Yun would be able to kill the sky and relieve her demons. But she is worried that once Liu Yun is killed by the sky and her hopes are disappointed, not only will her inner demons not be lifted, but may even worsen. When she can't resist the demons, she doesn't know what will happen, maybe she will return to the arms of that person and become the laughing stock of the world, or she will kill herself decisively at that moment, leaving the world that has disappointed her so much, and ending it all.

In the windless and cloudy morning, the quiet but depressing long street suddenly heard a deafening cheering and cheering.

Just like a ray of sunshine to dispel the haze, it makes everyone's hearts feel relaxed and comfortable all of a sudden.

"Look, sister, he's coming."

The sound of surprise sounded in the ears of the lone peacock.

He...... Which one is he......

Tang Yuchen took a deep breath, pulled out of the gloomy mud precipitated by the years, looked up at the east side of the long street, and saw the man in white who was striding forward.

In fact, he is only a seventeen-year-old young man, but in the eyes of everyone, he is not a teenager, and there is no trace of a young man's ambition or impulsive enthusiasm in him, which was not in the past, and even less now.

Although there is no sunlight shining, his eyes, face, and even his whole body seem to exude a dazzling brilliance, and his temperament is like the wind, dusty and refined.

Tang Yuchen retracted her gaze, and she heard a sound, so crisp that it seemed as if the glass was broken.

In her heart, the ice fence that had stood for five years had finally broken a crack. (To be continued)