"Who of you is not afraid of me, you all say that a companion is like a tiger, but I ...... Worthy of our ancestors and ancestors! The man in the bright yellow dragon robe sat in the emperor's banquet tent, his broad shoulders and back were full of sunlight, and in the blurred shadows, he could still see that his eyebrows and eyes were strong and sharp, his face was cold, and his handkerchief was stained with a few mouthfuls of blood when he spoke. Cai Xingzong, Yuan Cang, Chu Yuan, Liu Mian and other powerful ministers served on the side, and the court was lifeless, while the family of the Northern Dynasty Xiuzhen Ancestral Court heard the news that Emperor Song was young and the prince was young, but they were already sharpening their knives.

The lonely cold light, the lonely night was bright, and the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the fine dust floating in the air. The candle flame flickered, serving the Ruan tenant on the side, and the shadow was stretched tall and slender.

"Aiqing, you are my most trusted minister, this body, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter, prince...... It's a pity that I'm still young. You are Song's humerus, and I have entrusted my young son and the country to you. Liu Yu was already in shape at this time, and his body was filled with a strong smell of herbs. When Xu was about to go to Huangquan, the fierce and majestic emperor in the past had a trace of clear consciousness at this time, and he told the future in an orderly manner.

Seeing this scene, Ruan Tenant was choked up for a while, and felt a huge burden on his shoulders, "Your Majesty, you have your own true dragon protection, and your blessings are endless, and you grow with the sky." ”

"Aiqing, don't laugh at me, the fate of life and death is up to the sky." Liu Yu chuckled and waved his hand, he was already looking down on life and death at this time, and it was naturally unintentional to listen to this compliment.

Ruan Dianfu was about to say something, Liu Yu seemed to recall the heroic young man he observed on the city tower in the battle of Jiankang that day, and said, "Ruan Qing, Tao Hongjing, a disciple of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, I watched his immortal wind bones, and the Qinglong appeared that day, and there may be an innate magic weapon to help him, in addition to Xiao Daocheng is a masterpiece, there is also that Xiaolang Xiao Yan, the swordsmanship makes it superb, I sent a secret guard to test this son's skills, and he still has a slight upper hand." These two people have a literature and a martial arts, and they have been tempered for a long time, and they are also the generations of the dragon and phoenix in the world. Aiqing, after you assist Yu'er, you may be able to take the two of them under your command for their use, if they are both in the climate at that time, but they are not by the prince's side, they can also be killed. ”

Ruan Dianfu had some impressions of these two, and he thought in his heart that this was training a team for the new emperor, the so-called "one son of heaven and one courtier", nothing more than that. After being reminded by the emperor, he was naturally in his heart and planned to be the first to enter the door.

In the first year of Taiyu, the emperor could not survive the spring of this year, and in the late spring, the drizzle and breeze. Emperor Song Ming, a generation of strategic heroes, Liu Yu was ill for a long time and died at the age of 34.

The first emperor Bintian, the ten-year-old prince Liu Yu hurriedly ascended the throne under the worship of hundreds of officials. With the establishment of the new emperor, the changes in the court situation this year are even more turbulent and turbulent.

On the day of the enthronement ceremony, Liu Yu sat on the dragon chair, looking left and right, and the bead curtain of the crown swayed back and forth, making a crisp sound. He was at the age of playfulness, and at this time, as if he had thought of something funny, he pulled the eunuch on the side and muttered and spoke, not caring at all about the civil and military officials kneeling down to see him.

"Cough-" Ruan Dianfu clenched his fists with both hands and coughed violently, reminding Liu Yu to pay attention to the prestige of the Son of Heaven and not to be frivolous. Liu Yu pursed his lips, and was about to take a closer look at what was not a long-sighted thing, intending to ask someone to drag it down to play the board, but seeing that it was an auxiliary general who held the power inside and outside the palace, the young emperor was angry for a while, so he had no choice but to give up.

In Su Rili, what he fears the most is this Ruan Fuzi! Everything is in order, so much so that when I see his bearded and glaring eyes, and his face that is blue and red for a while, I feel unappetizing and lose interest.

Ruan Dianfu felt his eyes, helpless in his heart, but extremely obedient to his duty as a minister, even if Liu Yu showed his impatient and cruel temperament since he was a child, he felt infinite emotion in his heart, if the first emperor was strong and healthy, the Song Dynasty would be able to dominate the world in the near future.

Ten years ago, the young emperor was born, and some masters said that this baby and child's demonic spirit lingered in the eyebrows, and it was not a long-lived appearance. He didn't believe the words of these warlocks at the time, but now that he can rule the country by cultivating himself and governing the country, how should he go far in the face of this naughty child.

His heart turned a thousand times, and he was extremely depressed.

*

With the defeat of the whole line in this battle of Jiankang, Murong Zheng retreated to the north and returned to Murong's house. The century-old foundation of the Murong family, the huge family mansion, with a strict central axis symmetry to form a three-way multi-entry quadrangle courtyard, with a regular layout and orderly ends. Pavilions and pavilions, eaves and green tiles, coiled and staggered, twists and turns, exquisite elegance and magnificent.

The head of the family, Murong Hang, sat on the Taishi chair made of Nanmu, and was sitting in front of the hall, Murong Zheng knelt on his knees, quietly waiting for the hair to fall. Murong Zheng looked at the person in front of him, his brown eyes revealed an indistinct emotion, his face was sickly pale, but he couldn't hide the rebellious momentum on his body.

"Murong Zheng, do you know how many monks died this time because of your misjudgment? How much elixir treasure did it cost? Arrogant things, really can't be made! Murong lowered his hand and held a cup of hot tea, his eyes were fierce, his lilac lips were pursed into a straight line, and his fair and excessively thin skin was almost transparent against the background of his inky black hair.

"Father, the child is convicted. But this trip was not without gain, and the child had already discovered the shadow of the magic bead. Murong Zheng hasn't slept in recent days, the whole person looks thinner, the cheeks and cheekbones are towering, the two eyes seem to be deep in it, a pair of pupils scattered like black mist, embedded in the two slender phoenix eyes, the tone is indifferent, as if he doesn't care about the lives of those monks and those yellow and white things.

"Oh? Tell me about it. Murong Chui shook the celadon teacup, his eyes were arrogant, and he looked at Murong Zheng condescendingly.

His eyes were like a sharp sword hanging from Murong Zheng's neck, and once he was dissatisfied with his answer, he would turn this son into an abandoned son of the family.

Murong Zheng suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said with a look as usual, "Back to my father, Tao Hongjing, the son of the Tao family, and Sun Youyue of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, can actually have an induction with the magic bead and transform into a green dragon. ”

Green Dragon? Murong remembered the vision of the Asoka Temple many years ago. The immortal cultivators in the north, led by the Tuoba family, have set out to find the whereabouts of the magic beads, but they have not been found for many years, and they don't want to fall into the body of a child in the Southern Dynasty.

"Can you be sure it's a green dragon?" A dark glint flashed in Murong Chui's eyes.

"The child has personally confirmed that it is correct, and asked the father to let the child go once, and this time he will not return empty-handed." He swore by it.

The superior pondered for a moment and said slowly, "You continue to secretly go to the Southern Dynasty to find out the whereabouts of the magic bead. If you do well, you can make up for it, and if you don't do well, you can go with your big brother! Murong droop's eyes were deep, and his innate luxurious momentum combined with coercion made Murong Zheng's knees seem to be nailed to the floor, unable to move for half a minute.

Murong Zheng is Murong Chui's second son, and he has a brother in front of him, Murong Xi, who is now dead in his legs and forgotten in a border town, becoming a waste son of the Murong family. And sitting on the sidelines at this moment is the third son of the Murong family, his treasure in the hands of his father and mother-Murong Jue. Although he is still a Huangkou child, he is gifted in cultivation, and in the convent of the ancestral court, the scenery is immeasurable. It is rumored that the eldest son, Murong Xi, was also so talented when he was young, but now he is unknown to everyone. When Murong Chui was crowned as a child, he said to the rest of the clan, "With this Lin'er, Murong can enjoy five more generations of glory!" ”

Murong Zheng had to practice hard again and again, so that his father could face himself. And in the face of this brother-in-law who has not yet become a climate, his heart is extremely complicated, but he is never willing to follow in the footsteps of his eldest brother.

Murong Zheng turned his fingers, pinched out a magic trick, and turned into a thin silver thread to drill into Murong Zheng's body, Murong Zheng suddenly knelt on the ground in pain, his eyes were full of desolation, he looked at Murong Trai with a look of disbelief.

"Father, what do you mean by that?"

"Swallow one pill a day, 30 pills per small porcelain bottle, and you need to return to the main house every month to report to me before you can get the antidote." Murong Chui threw out a small white jade bottle in Murong Zheng's arms.

Murong Zheng had fallen to the ground at this time, his breathing became more rapid and difficult, and when he heard this, he hurriedly took out one and swallowed it first.

There was hatred in his heart, thinking that he had made great achievements in the frontier, and the Tuoba Hong family was originally dominant, such as Helian, Murong, and Fuqu, the three major families were all constrained, and it was he who beat the Song court back again and again, and played the prestige of the Murong family, so that he gradually broke away from the restrictions of the Tuoba family.

And even though he had gone to the soup, his father was still not at ease with him. Even had to take out medicine to control him, lest he find the magic bead and not know the way back, such a painstaking effort really ironized Murong Zheng's eyes.

*

The capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, inside the Pingcheng Imperial Palace.

I saw that the cloud top sandalwood in the dormitory was made of beams, the crystal jade was the lamp, the pearl of the East China Sea was the curtain, the fan gold was the pillar base, and there was a huge night pearl hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining brightly, like the bright moon.

"Your Majesty, let's report that the Murong family and Liu Xiufan have rebelled, and they have all been defeated." Tuoba Shao, the head of the Tuoba family, stood respectfully on the side and reported to the emperor Tuoba Hong, who was reviewing the folds.

"Heh, the Murong family is ignorant, but when there is no one in the ancestral court, he is reflected." Tuoba Hong put down the red pen and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty is exactly what you said. In addition, our people found traces of the magic bead, Tao Hongjing, a disciple of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, was actually carrying a green dragon, and it seemed that he could sense the magic bead, and the Murong family was very concerned about this. Tuoba Shao said with a solemn face.

"The dragon soul has finally appeared, you must send someone to follow you, and I will also provide support here, the matter of the dragon soul will be in the future." Tuoba Hong's eyebrows stretched, the things he had been looking for for many years finally came to an end, and he couldn't help but laugh at the thought of using the power of the green dragon to take his exercises to the next level and stabilize his throne.

"Yes, Your Majesty will do so."

*

Southern Dynasty, Song Imperial Palace

In a deep palace house, Liu Zhener placed Tao Hongjing here, sent a doctor to diagnose the pulse and prescribe medicine every day, and the maid took care of it, Tao Hongjing's muscles and bones are getting better day by day, and he has gradually been able to get out of bed and walk around in the past few days.

Suddenly, a voice came from my head. "Apprentice, hurry up and go to the Shangqing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, the three Xiuzhen sects of Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Dao, Gesoap Mountain Lingbao Sect, and Lushan Donglin Temple have arrived from Jiangxi, and there will be major matters to discuss."

Covered by the bead curtain, inside the curtain of the cloud brocade bed, Tao Hongjing woke up from his dream, which was the messenger of Master Sun Youyue. Messengers are made from the fusion of the blood of two people who have a heart to communicate, and they are scarce in number, and each time they are used, they will plunge the other party into a slight nightmare and trance. Sun Youyue never uses it easily, and once it is used, something big must happen.

Tao Hongjing secretly said that it was not good, he had been recuperating in Beijing for too long, and his young mind was a little indulged in the prosperity of the capital and the companionship of the princess, and he slacked off his cultivation.

During the Battle of Jiankang, he had heard his master mention that the Shushan Dao Conference of the Sixty Years One Jiazi would be held soon, and each faction would select elite disciples to go, which was an opportunity for the sect to win the cultivation realm and show its strength.

Master's transmission of this voice must have the meaning of mentioning something, and with this in mind, Tao Hongjing prepared to say goodbye to the princess and Xiao Yan.

After recuperating for more than three months, Xiao Yan and Liu Zhen'er came to visit him every time, the two were of the same age, their views on the political situation overlapped strikingly, and the cultivation of exercises complemented each other, whenever Tao Hongjing couldn't control the power of the green dragon in his body, Xiao Yan used his own water system exercises to help him relieve it, and the three of them gradually became friends, but Tao Hongjing had more love for the princess.

Recently, his depressed breath has gradually stabilized, and the time of meditation is getting longer and longer, and the sense of heaven and earth vitality is more symbiotic and interconnected, and every time he learns from Xiao Yan, he has gained a lot of skills from Xiao Yan's sword thirteen techniques, and he has improved his swordsmanship.