Under the full moon, Feng Jiuxuan's white clothes were better than snow, the phantom swept by, the long hair on his sideburns swayed gently, and his side eyes showed a touch of surprise.

Xu Yuan stared at the scene not far away.

Phantom

Wrong.

Compared to the phantom, the "meaning" that swept the tips of Feng Jiuxuan's hair just now was more like an indescribable thing.

Xu Yuan with a hint of excitement:

"Old man Luo, I felt it just now"

The remnant soul of the saint snorted coldly:

"The old man borrowed the "meaning" used by your body, and you can naturally see it. ”

"What do you mean?" Xu Yuan frowned.

"Don't make a noise yet, you're almost dead."

Hearing this,

Xu Yuan was puzzled by the other party's words, but he still did it honestly.

watched under the custody of the old man Luo's "AI", and fought against his uncle on the opposite side.

The moonlight is like a waterfall, and everything around is extremely quiet.

And soon, Xu Yuan understood the meaning of Old Man Luo's words.

He could only sense the "will" revealed by the saint's remnant soul controlling his body, and he had never sensed the "will" released by Feng Jiuxuan from beginning to end.

It is not that he can see, but through the medium of the remnant soul of the saint.

Xu Yuan sighed slightly in disappointment.

And after the moment when the remnant soul of the saint counterattacked, the battle quickly turned one-sided.

Feng Jiuxuan stood in place without moving, looking at the remnant soul of the saint opposite and thinking with his eyes open.

However, the remnant soul of the saint controlled Xu Yuan's body and constantly flickered and moved in embarrassment.

Old man Luo, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Xu Yuan looked at it and complained in his heart:

"Hey, old man Luo, why are you so embarrassed?"

"Shame?" Old man Luo replied angrily: "Why don't you try it?" ”

Xu Yuan didn't care at all:

"I'm just a condensed soul piled up in a jar of medicine, are you embarrassed to compare with me?"

“.”

Old man Luo was quiet for a moment, and coughed lightly:

"Ahem, if it was in its heyday, it wouldn't be like this, but now it's really not your uncle's opponent."

Xu Yuan saw that the defeat was decided, so he teased and said:

"You know it's not an opponent, you old man still pretended like that before?"

Old man Luo took a breath:

"Boy, what did the old man pretend to be just now?"

"I'd like to see how strong the young lads of today are."

"yes, just to see how strong it is, now I see it."

“.” Xu Yuan.

"Alright."

The remnant soul of the saint smiled: "I can't stop the old man, you can enjoy it yourself." ”

“.” Xu Yuan.

Regaining control of his body, Xu Yuan immediately put himself on full alert, grabbing the Qingyu Sword and preparing to meet the enemy.

And then

The field of vision went straight to black.

It turns out that Xu Yuan is not a genius.

Waking up from the despair of utter death again, Xu Yuan sighed and prepared to continue training.

Although the world is unfair in many places, there is a certain fairness in becoming stronger.

If you want to become strong in a short period of time, you have to endure this kind of pain that ordinary people can't bear.

It's like wanting to get the cultivation blood element heart trick in the first place.

As soon as he got up and picked up the Qingyu Sword that had fallen to the side, Feng Jiuxuan suddenly spoke, but the words were not said to Xu Yuan, but to the remnant soul of the saint:

"Luo Daofan, come out, I have something to ask you."

“.” Xu Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged Confucian floated out of the soul ring very honestly, as if he had long known that the other party would call him out:

"If the Sword Master has something to say, he can ask directly."

Feng Jiuxuan's eyes scrutinized:

"Why can you borrow my nephew's body to release your mind? ”

Separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, they looked at each other for a moment.

Old man Luo pretended to sigh:

"Those apprentices in the past were all masters who liked to cause trouble, in order to help them solve their troubles, the old man could only find a way to improve his ability to help them save their lives, and in ten thousand years, the old man could understand a lot of things."

Feng Jiuxuan's eyes flashed, and he seemed to understand something:

"There is a sense of sluggishness in your "mind" because you can't adapt to Changtian's body? ”

Old man Luo lowered his eyes and chuckled, straight to the point:

"This baby bump of your family has not practiced the old man's exercises, and he can't give full play to my abilities at all."

Feng Jiuxuan's dark eyes narrowed, and his voice was indifferent:

"No wonder you're so desperate to find someone to inherit your mantle."

After a moment's pause, Feng Jiuxuan's fingertips pressed on the Jingyuan Sword, with a hint of strong killing intent:

"I remember Changge said, you first wanted to take Changtian as a disciple?"

“.”

Feng Jiuxuan's rich killing intent seemed to be condensed, even if it wasn't for Xu Yuan, it still pressed him almost out of breath.

The remnant soul of the saint seems to have already spoken, saying:

"It's just for self-preservation, I don't dare to give up on him."

And at this point, Xu Yuan also reflected the conversation between Old Man Luo and Feng Jiuxuan, as well as what the previous air battle between the two represented.

The remnant soul of the saint followed him for more than half a year, and he almost forgot about it.

Old man Luo is taking this opportunity to ask them for a reward from the Xiangguo Mansion.

Although it was semi-coercive at the beginning, in the final analysis, the relationship between them and Old Man Luo was only a cooperative relationship, not a superior or subordinate.

Now Old Man Luo has escorted his three sons back to Beijing as agreed, and the secret realm resources have also been given, but there is no news from his father's side.

The capitalists are not so exploitative.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan chuckled in his heart.

Hawkers, capitalists can't, but feudal dynasties can.

However, when this old man Luo raised this at this time, he should have sensed that something was about to happen, and he was ready to roll up and run away.

The night breeze caressed, and Feng Jiuxuan suddenly glanced sideways in the direction of the inner court.

And then

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe with a gold rim and a black background landed in the open space in front of the Sword Pavilion in the moonlight.

Xu Yinhe looked around, and first fell on Xu Yuan, whose fingers trembled a little because he had just experienced death.

An imperceptible touch of concern flashed away.

Without saying anything concerned, Xu Yinhe silently looked at Old Man Luo's translucent soul body, and his voice was steady and low:

"I heard what happened just now, senior, don't worry, I have found the apprentice candidate you want."

Hearing this, Old Man Luo's soul body eyes froze, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he arched his hand:

"I know that Lord Xiangguo will not forget this matter, but I don't know when I will be able to meet my future apprentice, old man?"

Xu Yinhe did not answer immediately, but instead said:

"The Jiantian Pavilion was born, they have already announced to the world through the communication circle, and the mission sent is already on the way to Beijing to be canonized by the imperial court, and according to the information currently held by the Xiangguo Mansion, their strength is very large."

Old man Luo's eyes changed, and he pretended to be confused tentatively:

"I don't know what Xu Xiangguo means by this?"

"Old man Luo, can't you figure it out so simply? You are the Holy Venerable of the Heavenly Pavilion~"

Xu Yuan interjected at this time, and praised you appropriately: "Tianyan knows that when you are here with me and send an embassy to Beijing to be canonized, is there a possibility that you still want to "welcome" you back by the way?" ”

“.”

Old man Luo didn't speak, looking at Xu Yinhe, he knew that Xiangguo's Mansion was the hall of Xu Xiangguo's words.

Xu Yinhe didn't speak, and simply motioned to him and Xu Yuan to talk about it with his eyes.

“.” Old man Luo's heart sank, and he began to scold his mother in his heart.

Xu Yuan, the weirdness of the little king and eight calves, he has seen it along the way.

After saying goodbye to Ran Qingmo, on the way north to Beijing, there were three secret realms along the way, so he wanted this kid to go inside to hunt for treasures, and by the way, he secretly took some things he needed to prepare for the seizure.

Every time you make a suggestion, Xu Yuan, this kid, doesn't speak, just looks at you with a smile on his face.

It makes your scalp tingle.

This gave Old Man Luo an illusion, and this kid knew him better than him.

Thinking of this, the remnant soul of the saint glanced at Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan winked at him and smiled shyly.

“.”

The corner of the saint's remnant soul jumped out of his eyes, and his face sank like water:

"I'm not going to talk to this kid."

Xu Yuan was about to speak when he saw this, Xu Yinhe raised his hand and signaled slightly, and Xu Yuan closed up helplessly.

With a wave of Xu Yinhe's robe, the soul ring fell directly from Xu Yuan's fingertips and flew to his palm:

"Since you don't want to talk to Changtian, then ask your seniors to move to the main hall for business."

After that, Xu Yinhe nodded at Feng Jiuxuan:

"Big brother, Wu Yuan will visit the Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow, Changtian needs to see her, you see tonight and tomorrow"

At night, most of the area of Xiangguofu is not lively during the day, and it is quiet and quiet.

Xu Yinhe walked in front calmly, and Xu Yuan walked quietly behind.

After a long time, Xu Yuan, who finally left the hellish Sword Pavilion Dojo for the first time, was not much relaxed, and after thinking about the words for a long time, Xu Yuan still asked:

"Father, about the Heavenly Pavilion"

Xu Yinhe seems to have known that the third son had this question:

"The mission of the Heavenly Pavilion will arrive in the imperial capital in about two months, and it is said that their holy daughter will personally meet the emperor, and you should know Changtian."

“.” Xu Yuan.

After a moment's hesitation, Xu Yuan asked slowly:

"Isn't the Heavenly Pavilion afraid that the imperial court will detain its holy daughter if it marches like this?"

Xu Yinhe glanced at him:

"The vast majority of the sects in the two continents of Southern Xinjiang do not have any objections to the appearance of the Jiantian Pavilion, and many originally hostile sects have also put aside their disputes."

Xu Yuan asked tentatively:

"What do you mean by this that the two continents in Southern Xinjiang have been actually controlled by the Heavenly Prison Pavilion, and the battles between those sects are all for us to see?"

The power of the sect is all over the world, but there is no area near Di'an City, which is the result of Li Yaoxuan and this father's decades of operation.

In Cangyuan, the description of this war is very vague, but from the general details, it can be seen that the imperial court basically fought from the north to the south.

In the end, when the reunification was about to be reached, the Xiangguo Mansion collapsed because of the plot.

In this way, the Prison Heaven Pavilion, which occupies the two continents of southern Xinjiang, should indeed have made a lot of efforts.

Xu Yinhe's footsteps did not stop, walking beside the lake, and the lake reflected the full moon:

"Yes, the Jiantian Pavilion sent people to Beijing this time, and they accepted the canonization of the imperial court on the surface, but in fact, they put pressure on the military operations in the northern border of the imperial court."

"Pressuring?" Xu Yuan muttered.

Xu Yinhe squinted his eyes, meaningful:

"It is impossible for the Prison Heaven Pavilion to stand on the side of the imperial court, the position, interests, and motives are impossible, and coming here to put pressure can be regarded as a vote for the sect of the world."

"Vote?" Xu Yuan frowned: "The attitude of the sect towards the Prison Heaven Pavilion is unlikely to be too good, will they accept the nomination?" ”

The sect is both an individual and a whole.

The big brother of the Prison Heaven Pavilion 10,000 years ago suddenly appeared to enter the whole sect, and it will inevitably contradict the current eldest brother of the sect, and it is unknown whether it will accept the Prison Heaven Pavilion.

In the plot of the previous life, the Sword Sect was gone as soon as the war started.

The sect needs a leader, so the Jiantian Pavilion has plenty of space to do things in the dark, but now the Sword Sect is fine, Ran Jianli is still a national teacher, and now that the Jiantian Pavilion has come out, it will inevitably cause a split within the sect.

One faction is pro-Sword Sect, and the other is pro-Prison Heavenly Pavilion.

In such a situation, the imperial court can be said to have a lot to do in the meantime.

Xu Yinhe sighed, turned his eyes back at Xu Yuan, and calmly spit out a sentence:

"Changtian, what if the Heavenly Prison Pavilion uses the name of calamity?"

“.”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes widened slightly.

Thousands of thoughts suddenly came to mind, complicated and incoherent.

Because of the particularity of the Heavenly Jue, the position of the Heavenly Pavilion was very embarrassing, and it could even be said that it was naturally opposed to any other force.

What it says, what it holds, there won't be too many sects to follow.

But if it's beneficial to the sect, it's different.

The words of the impending catastrophe, whether it is edited by the Prison Heaven Pavilion or not, the sect will unanimously sit on it.

Xu Yuan frowned and walked out more than a dozen feet:

"If the Prison Heaven Pavilion is allowed to arrive in Beijing for a visit, the catastrophe will make the imperial court lose the righteousness of occupancy."

It's useless to say that this thing is useless, but it's very useful to say it's useful.

Today, Dayan is still a whole, and within the rules, righteousness is an excuse for action, which can win the hearts of the people and stabilize the morale of the army with legitimacy, so that people cannot oppose it in the open.

And now the Great Yan Imperial Court's use of troops against the barbarians is to occupy absolute righteousness.

Although the sect did not want to see it, at most, it was through some mouthpieces in the court to admonish "labor and money", or obstruct it in the way of "self-explosion" before, and it was impossible to oppose it on the surface.

But the catastrophe.

The top-level sect of Great Yan should know about such a thing, and even if they don't know, the sect that knows will send a message.

In this way, using the calamity as an excuse to preserve the strength of the Great Yan to deal with the impending calamity will become a greater righteousness than the elimination of the alien race.

Xu Yinhe stood still, looking at the south from afar, his eyes were gloomy:

"Let the imperial court lose its righteousness in exchange for a vote to enter the sect, that Prison Heaven Pavilion Lord is a good means."

Xu Yuanmo held the Sumeru ring on his fingertips:

"With such a conspiracy, it will be difficult for the imperial court to deal with it unless it completely tears its face, but now we should not be suitable to tear our faces with the sect."

Xu Yinhe bowed his head and suddenly asked:

"Changtian, do you have any countermeasures for this matter?"

Xu Yuan didn't think about it, and spit out a word directly:

"Drag."

"Drag?"

Xu Yinhe muttered, his heart was clear, and he looked at Xu Yuan with a smile in his eyes: "Why?" ”

One glance at each other,

Xu Yuan spread his hands and smiled in his voice:

"The emperor has lived in the palace for a long time, and your father is busy with government affairs, even if the words of the prison heavenly pavilion will be known to the world, it is inevitable that there will be some treacherous villains who will deceive the emperor and your father.

"Neither of you will know about this until the Heavenly Pavilion mission arrives."

Promises that cannot be fulfilled become shackles

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