Following.

Just came to the town prison department.

met the commander Qinglong at the door, and before he entered the prison, he was pulled aside.

With a solemn expression, he reminded: "Brother Wang, if you see the third prince coming to the prison in the past few days, you must tell me the news as soon as possible......

"What happened?" Wang Hao said curiously.

The third prince was seriously injured last night, and he didn't look like he had committed a crime.

How could the commander of the Dragon Protector Villa come to the door to greet him in person......

"Yesterday, the envoys of the Northern Yan Dynasty have come to the capital...... However, under the influence of the demon monks of the Baihua Temple Fair, he went to the court early this morning to meet the saint to discuss peace and marriage. Qinglong leaned his head and explained in a low voice.

As a result, the envoys of the Northern Yan named and asked the third prince Xia Xin to marry the eldest princess of the Northern Yan and canonize him as the imperial concubine...... Only then are they willing to negotiate peace, and for this reason, they will use the sixteen states of Yanyun as a dowry to compensate me for the land of Great Xia. ”

"Isn't that a good thing! It can not only recover the country, but also allow the two countries to marry and avoid ......war," Wang Hao smiled.

The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, located at the junction of Great Xia and Northern Yan, have been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times.

It originally belonged to the northern territory of Great Xia, but it was lost in the hands of Xia Wenzong sixty years ago, and it has been occupied by Northern Yan.

And this time the war between the two countries was a dispute over the historical ownership of the sixteen states of Yanyun.

In addition, the Netherworld Sect is deeply rooted in the sixteen states of Yanyun, and its power is intertwined, and it is in turmoil all year round, which makes the Northern Yan Dynasty a headache.

Taking advantage of this battle, Beiyan endured the pain of cutting his flesh, and wanted to join forces with Great Xia to eradicate the tumor of the Netherworld Sect.

For this reason, with the marriage of the two countries as a link, the sixteen states of Yanyun made a dowry, and concluded the good relationship between Qin and Jin in one fell swoop.

"A good thing is a good thing! The saint Longyan Dayue agreed to the marriage on the spot...... But when the third prince heard the news, he disagreed and insisted on opposing it! Qinglong said with a bitter face.

Shaking his head and sighing, his face showed a look of regret, and explained: "What kind of woman did His Highness say will only affect him to draw his sword...... He only had the sword in his heart, and nothing else could be accommodated. ”

After that, he quietly disappeared into the Infinite Temple, and the Holy Lord sent many people to find no trace of him.

"The third prince, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, ran away from marriage like this?" Wang Hao grinned.

Qinglong nodded and said, "Hmm! Now the Holy Lord Long Yan is furious, and he has issued a holy decree to search the whereabouts of the three highnesses all over the city, and the situation is very serious, and it is very likely that the situation on the border between the two countries will be affected again because of this incident. ”

"I know, there is news from the third prince, and I will definitely inform you." Wang Hao said.

She tapped him on the shoulder, signaling that she would pay attention.

After speaking.

He turned around and walked towards the prison.

"Senior Wang, I'm very relieved!" Qinglong smiled.

Looking at Wang Hao's disappearing back, he left the prison with satisfaction.

Enter the dungeon.

Wang Hao went to the eighth floor of the prison to inspect the scholars who were imprisoned last night.

Then go to the ninth layer of the heavenly dungeon to inspect the situation of the young master of the netherworld.

According to Zhou Prison's instructions, these two prisoners with special identities should be treated specially.

Can't afford to lose!

Strengthen prison patrols.

Come to the eighth level of the dungeon.

Standing in front of the Confucian Son.

"This prison master, are you here to see me on my way?" Confucian saint Meng Ran said.

Seeing Wang Hao coming, he stood up from the ground, calm and calm.

The chains rattle.

"Routine, patrol prisons." Wang Hao said with a straight face.

Expressionless!

looked at each other carefully for a few moments, and turned his head to look at the Tsing Yi scholar next door.

It was found that everything was fine and there was no problem.

Then he left with peace of mind and walked towards the ninth layer of the prison.

Looking at Wang Hao's gradually disappearing footsteps, the scholar in Tsing Yi stuck to the wall and whispered: "Holy Son, are you okay!" ”

"I'm fine." Meng Ran replied.

"Holy Son, the student has come to retrieve the holy relics of the school palace on the order of the dean...... Please also hand over the Confucian precept ruler to the students. The scholar in Tsing Yi lowered his voice.

Hearing this, there was no movement in the cell next door for a long time.

Just when he was about to lose his patience...... There was a sigh from next door.

Moaning for a long time.

Meng Ran finally spoke, and said in a hoarse voice: "The holy object is not on my body. ”

"What? How could it not be on you? The scholar in Tsing Yi was shocked.

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes showed an unbelievable gaze, and he whispered: "Back then, someone saw you holding a ring ruler, forcibly breaking into the Great Xia Palace, standing on the Jinluan Palace, and angrily denouncing the Emperor of the Apocalypse. ”

Immediately.

He said to himself: "After all these years, the Academy Palace has continuously sent into the Great Xia Palace to investigate, but the whereabouts of the holy relics have not been found. ”

"In the battle with the old thief of the Apocalypse, the ring ruler was broken into two parts, one of which I handed over to Ling'er, and the other was suppressed by the old thief of the Apocalypse with the jade seal ......of the country," Meng Ran recalled with a smile on his face.

Speaking of this, his emotions became very emotional.

Even after 18 years, I can't forget this humiliation!

The talent around his body was surging and boiling, constantly impacting the iron chains on his body, and the words on the wall bloomed with golden mangs, echoing the talent in his body.

His voice was hoarse, and he roared: "But how can the Confucian holy thing be destroyed so easily, the old thief of the Apocalypse was attacked by the holy thing, and he also paid the due price. ”

At the end, laugh out loud.

The voice was filled with sadness and joy......

As if he could make the Emperor of the Apocalypse injured, he felt very happy.

"Although I am in prison and trapped for eighteen years, the old thief of the Apocalypse will not feel good, and every day I will suffer the pain of the recurrence of old injuries, tormented day and night!" Meng Ran gritted his teeth.

"Holy Son, before I came to the prison, I had already met with Bai Ling'er, but she didn't mention the matter of the half-cut ring ruler." Tsing Yi scholar said.

"What? Have you seen Ling'er? How has she been lately, how has she lived in the past eighteen years? Meng Ran said excitedly.

After a moment of silence, the scholar in Tsing Yi organized the language.

He explained again and again: "Bai Ling'er has become the queen of Great Xia at this time......

As soon as this statement came out.

Meng Ran broke out in an instant.

The hatred of taking his wife is not shared!

The anger and anger accumulated in my heart can no longer be contained.

Although he forcibly cultivated himself and recited Confucian classics in the past eighteen years, he could not eliminate the resentment and worry in his heart.

Now.

Once it broke out!

"Apocalypse thief, you deserve to die!" Meng Ran looked up to the sky and roared.

The sealed cultivation in the body ran wildly, breaking through the seal on the pipa bone in an instant.

Rumble!

At the same time.

The poems and songs on the walls shine brightly, blooming with an infinite fierce atmosphere.

Verbal and verbal criticism!

"I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit......" Meng Ran muttered.

Referring to the sword, he slashed into the air at the surrounding chains.

Raise my swordsmanship!

A terrifying momentum suddenly burst out from his body, and the cold iron chains bound to his body were all broken.

Merge Realm Cultivation!

Eighteen years to raise a sword, just now out of the sheath......