Even if Shang Shuling was Lord until the end, he didn't know why Kamigawa suddenly abdicated.

But everything is a foregone conclusion, Liu Qinghe, who holds the bow of Dayi, holds the Heavenly Hell, and is a great cultivator in the world, even if this is a premeditated usurpation, in the face of such a situation, they have to accept it.

Shenhe is not there, Tiangong Si is silent, and the army is also going north, for Huaidu, Liuqinghe is probably indeed the sky.

The palace, where the courtiers had dispersed, was quiet again.

Only Liu Qinghe and Song Yingxin were left.

The former lightly dusted off his robe and stood in front of the main hall smiling silently.

The latter stood there thoughtfully holding the black silk roll.

It has been a long time, until the dusk gradually thickened, gradually deepened, just like the end of a vast and prosperous era, must have a magnificent and brilliant background, the twilight of the Huaidu, as if there has never been such a vast, between heaven and earth, endless smoke and clouds, from the sky intersecting, in the boundless meeting.

Liu Qinghe walked down step by step, until he stopped at the bottom of the staircase, and then sat down very customarily, although the emperor had only begun to dust off his body.

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, and then held the black silk in his hand and bowed.

"Song Yingxin, Tiangong Division, has seen Your Majesty."

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted the empty space next to him.

"Sit down."

Song Yingxin was silent for a while, walked over, handed the roll of black silk to Liu Qinghe, and then sighed and sat down on the side.

The two sat side by side, probably as if they were still the original prison master and master.

It's just that after all, it's still a little bit apart.

Song Yingxin may have known for a long time that the stories of those pear blossom courtyards are not the stories of the prison master and the master.

"Your Majesty.... The first emperor didn't talk to me about it at the beginning. ”

Song Yingxin looked up at the sky, and there were magnificent purple air currents in the sky, as if there were many unspoken secrets.

The Master of the Heavenly Crafts Division said and laughed again.

He even only said that he had abdicated and went to the East China Sea, and he didn't even explain who would take the throne. But I guessed it. ”

Liu Qinghe just sat aside with a slight smile, as usual, as always. Song Yingxin was looking at the unpredictable deep and heavy colors in the sky, while he was looking at a white cloud that was very rare in a certain twilight, like torn cotton wool.

"It's probably related to the incident I found when I looked through the historical books of the division not long after I took over the Tiangong Division."

Song Yingxin sold it, and Liu Qinghe asked very cooperatively, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Yingxin lowered his head, looked at the wear and tear of the years on the stone slab under his feet, and said softly: "A thousand years is too long, and the world can only see the morning and the night." The history is ethereal and thick, so they don't even know how long His Majesty has been in Heaven. ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "There have been dozens of masters in the Heavenly Works, but there has only been one one master in the Heavenly Prison. ”

"Why aren't you a mountain or a river?"

Song Yingxin sighed very much.

"It's just that some rivers are above the sky, and everyone is looking at them, and some rivers like to flow under the quiet green mountains, laughing at the white flowers, laughing at the white flowers."

"But I'm curious....."

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe very seriously.

"Your Majesty, who is it?"

Liu Qinghe looked at the east side of the world and laughed softly.

"Of course Your Majesty is Your Majesty."

This is real nonsense.

Song Yingxin patted his ass and stood up.

"Your Majesty doesn't say it, the affairs of the department are busy, if it weren't for the first emperor Tuogu, I wouldn't want to take this trip more."

Liu Qinghe waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

So the master of the Tiangong Division walked along the huge empty palace road, towards the outside of the palace, but he walked slower and slower, and finally stopped, turned his back to Liu Qinghe, and stood at the end of this palace road for a long time.

"Your Majesty!"

Song Yingxin stood there and shouted loudly.

Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

It took a long time for Song Yingxin's next words to sound in this palace city, which was a little lonely for some reason.

"Emperor Xian, is he really not coming back?"

The voice was clear, just a little shaky.

Liu Qinghe stood up, turned around and walked towards the top of the temple steps.

"I'm not coming back."

Liu Qinghe walked very freely, I don't know what I remembered, and looked back at Song Yingxin, the master of the Tiangong Division stood there very hesitantly, as if he wanted to look back at this long palace road.

So this new majesty in the world said very embarrassedly: "Don't look back, Lord Song, continue to walk with the Tiangong Division." ”

Song Yingxin may or may not have heard it, but in the end, he did not look back, his body shook a little, and then quietly left the palace.

The first time that the monarch and the minister of history were right, it ended in this way.

.......

The sword fell into the green hills.

After passing through the Cong Blade Formation, the residual sword intent that was still strong fell in front of Chen Huaifeng.

It's just that this sword was not taken by Chen Huaifeng.

Rather, the mountains shine on the water.

At the end of the story of a certain Huaidu, this sword cultivator with green mountains and rivers met a Taoist who was full of rivers and snow.

That sword had just begun to pass through the sword intent and the broken green mountain, and the sword behind Shan Zhaoshui, who was sitting at the foot of the mountain, was already unsheathed.

As a sword cultivator with the same door and a similar realm.

Zhang Xiaoyu's sword naturally did not be able to wreak havoc in this green mountain.

Even because Shanzhaoshui is a pure sword cultivation, the sword he sent out was extremely sophisticated, and Zhang Xiaoyu's sword began to appear in front of Chen Huaifeng, and a cold light had already followed, hitting the weak point of the sword's sword intent very accurately, so the long sword came back in vain.

It's just that the three of them didn't have any joy, but they all frowned, and in the green mountains, quietly watched the traces brought by the sword through the world.

If there is a gentleman from the Hanging Courtyard here, he can probably control the error within three feet with extreme accuracy, and calculate the place where the sword comes from.

It doesn't matter if you just don't.

The sword apparently came from the coast of the East China Sea.

Maybe it's in a green mountain, maybe it's on the edge of a sea cliff.

Jiang Shanxue looked at it for a long time before she lowered her head and said softly, "What does this sword mean?" ”

Shan Zhaoshui retrieved his sword, stood up by the stream below the mountain, and said softly, "Probably, he is ready." ”

Chen Huaifeng remained silent, holding the senior brother's sword, and didn't say anything.

Just the next moment, many sword lights swept over the green mountains and headed towards the East China Sea.

It was someone from the East China Sea Sword Sect.

Jiang Shanxue hesitated a little, looked at the mountains and rivers, and asked slowly, "Are you going?" ”

Before the mountains could speak, a voice came from the upper reaches of the clear stream.

"The people of the East China Sea Sword Sect have gone, of course we have to go."

A few people turned around and saw a black-robed Taoist walking there very calmly.

"Chen Qingshan?"

Shan Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows and asked.

Chen Qingshan said very embarrassedly: "Yes, the junior brother has caused trouble, of course the senior brother can't ignore it, of course..."

The young Taoist looked at Chen Huaifeng on the mountain.

"I'm talking about you. After all, Zhang Xiaoyu is no longer a disciple of Shanheguan. ”

Chen Huaifeng, who had been silent for a long time, didn't say anything, just stood up, turned into sword light, and swept away through the green mountains.

Chen Qingshan was stunned, looked at the distant sword light, and said very melancholy: "You are trapping me in injustice, Chen Huaifeng." ”

After all, the Human Sword Sect expelled Zhang Xiaoyu from the sect earlier.

And this sword cultivator didn't say anything.

Shan Zhaoshui patted him on the shoulder, and then disappeared as a sword light.

Chen Qingshan didn't say anything more, and followed Jiang Shanxue.