In addition to the graceful and luxurious imperial city, the imperial capital also has official residential areas and residential areas, one quiet and the other noisy, which happens to form a very clear contrast. Of course, the market is also indispensable.

There are large and small shops in the market, there are rural farmers leading cattle and horses timidly through the streets and alleys, their eyes are wandering and wondering whether they should enter the restaurant in their hearts; there are merchants who walk past the shops with a straight face, examining and inquiring about the market of different goods; and the enthusiastic shop guys shouting loudly and their loud voices attract people to turn their heads to look.

All kinds of people release all kinds of hustle and bustle, adding a number of people's breath to the market, this is the market, the noise is a little annoying, and it is indispensable.

Fang Tiange led Ma Bu and followed Cui Siju's side, all kinds of hustle and bustle in the fang market came into his ears, and these voices that he didn't usually take to heart suddenly became annoying. He looked at the few people next to him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the royal guards he had cultivated since he was a child were really different.

The mentality is different. The royal guards are equivalent to selling their lives to the royal family, and they are cultivated by the royal family since childhood, and they are the bodyguards of Tie Tie. This is what Fang Tiange is upset about, he likes to cultivate, and it is better than being a bodyguard for others.

Cui Siju seemed to have an insightful eye, stretched out his hand to pat Fang Tiange's shoulder, and said, "Brother Tiange, Master Cao, I bother you to protect me temporarily, just get through this while." ”

Fang Tiange sighed helplessly, the person who died as a confidant, he was recruited by the Seven Princes when he became famous at a young age, and he naturally had to thank the Seven Princes for being able to have this day. Then let's get through it.

Anyway, just survive the past half a year, and when the Seventh Prince ascends the throne, there will be no trouble.

Cui Siju smiled slightly, he attached great importance to Fang Tiange, just because Fang Tiange had a talent worth looking forward to. Turn your head and look at the shops in Fang City along the way. Paying a cursory eye to the situation, and occasionally sending someone to ask a few questions.

The Dusk Blood Emperor's capital is very large and vast, and some of them have roads. When he came and went to the city, he sometimes deliberately took the road of Fang City, just to see the situation of Fang City, from small to big.

In Cui Siju's eyes. Fang Market is a condensed bottom environment. It would be unrealistic to know the real life of the people at the bottom of the road with his identity, and it would be more realistic to speculate and understand the bottom environment from the market.

Cui Siju didn't want to be a mediocre emperor.

Passing through the most lively market, I walked through the streets and alleys to a relatively quiet long street. Without the annoying hustle and bustle and pyrotechnics, it seems that people are also extraordinarily elegant.

The group talked about the autumn hunt with great interest, and everyone was in high spirits, and there is no doubt that the harvest in the autumn hunt is often satisfying.

Everyone talked about passing the time. While gradually coming to a relatively quiet long street, Cui Siju, who was in the lead, smiled and listened to the laughter, and his eyes suddenly stared at the distance.

On the eaves stood a man dressed in black.

The man in black stood on the roof, embracing his arms as if he was embracing the world, and looking down on the sky like the heavens overlooking the common people.

The warm autumn breeze is not strong, and you can only roll up the corners of your clothes and flutter in the simple hair tie in the chaotic wind. Messy, and chaotic has a unique charm.

The horses of the group did not stop, but walked slowly through the long street. Getting closer and closer to the house, and to the man in black, who didn't seem to be very old.

The sound of the horse's hooves tapping and tapping implies some kind of strange rhythm. There is a "clicking" sound on the stone pavement. Cui Siju's eyes closed, and he looked at it again thoughtfully, this time he saw it very clearly.

The man in black was a dignified young man, handsome and with a stiff aura.

Fang Tiange and Cao Jinpei sensed one or two carefully, and found that the man in black was full of qi and blood, giving people the feeling of the rising sun. Qi, blood and vitality have not yet reached the peak stage of life, but are in a strong upward stage.

This shows that the other party is young, maybe very young.

With experience and eyesight, the two of them, plus Cui Siju and others, can only judge. The cultivation of this young man in black is not bad, as for what kind of cultivation it is, it is difficult to make a specific judgment before the other party makes a move and does not expose his true qi.

But, the most important thing is that Fang Tiange recognized this person, and said softly: "Your Highness, I know this person." ”

"He is talking about chasing the son of the husband and wife, talking about the future. ”

Is it the guy he used to care about too much?

Cui Siju's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but look up, Tan Weiran was standing in the backlight, the sun was shining, and layers of halo shrouded him, which seemed to be Buddha light, and it seemed to be murderous.

Tan Weiran's fingers swayed gently, a sword jumped in his hand, and the slender and soft five fingers had thick calluses, which were obviously practiced by sword practice. At this time, this hand was pressing on the hilt of the sword, slowly drawing the sword, and a sword like black jade appeared in the sun, refracting a trace of unique ghostly light.

The sword seemed to emit a trace of black gas in the sun, like smoke and mist, and wisps lingered on it.

Tan Weiran's eyelids moved slightly, staring at the approaching group, and his words were particularly clear in the air: "Cui Siju?"

Cui Siju reined in the horse's head, with a bit of solemnity on his slightly square face, and said, "It's me, Your Excellency has something?"

"Something. Tan Weiran wiped his finger on the body of the sword, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be three points of sarcasm, but as soon as the words came out, he became calm again.

The royal guards were about to rush up, Cui Siju signaled with a hint of caution not to move, and he stepped forward a little more, and said lightly: "Please speak." ”

Tan Weiran didn't know what politeness was: "I want to borrow someone from His Highness, and that person is called Wang Qian." ”

Cui Siju's expression was calm, looking at Tan Weiran, he suddenly smiled, couldn't tell whether it was mockery or pity, and said, "I don't hand over people." But Your Excellency, since you are here, I will borrow something from you. ”

"Borrowing my life to blackmail my father?" Tan Weiran laughed.

Cui Siju nodded seriously: "That's right, sacrificing one of you will save the war, and if there are fewer deaths, there will be fewer military disasters." ”

Tan Weiran couldn't help but laugh loudly, and the laughter shook in the air, faintly spreading: "If His Royal Highness refuses to lend Wang Qian to me, then I have to borrow His Highness's head for use." As for the reason...... According to what His Highness just said, in order to avoid war, there should be fewer soldiers. ”

Before the words fell, the conversation disappeared.

I saw a brilliant light, drawn from the sun into the sky, the fierce aura seemed to cover the heavens and the earth, and where the sword light was obscured, the house and the door wall suddenly disintegrated, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and disintegrated into countless pieces.

"Presumptuous!" Fang Tiange jumped up, and a volley punch slammed into the air, a fluctuation turned into a shock, and it actually released an amazing explosive power!

Those brilliant sunshines were unexpectedly destroyed by the punch that enveloped the air.

Several royal guards blushed, shouted violently, and kicked out an amazing concussion sound, and in the blink of an eye, they pounced like fierce beasts. Fang Tiange couldn't help but instinctively slow down for a moment, he was a monk after all, and he was somewhat scruples about his face, unlike the royal guards who only wanted the result and did not care about the process.

As soon as he slowed down, he gave the conversation a chance to retreat, and a series of movements were full of beauty.

The tip of the sword condenses a trace of the unique true meaning of the move, and the sword body has a streamer floating. When several guards came like lightning, in the shadow of the sword light, Tan Weiran unhurriedly swung his sword, and the most brilliant sword light shone in the sky, almost making people feel that they lost their vision as soon as they saw it.

It's shiny, it's bright, it's sharp!

The sword intent is swayed, just like a ripple of water ripples caused by a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and everywhere it goes, regardless of flowers, trees, houses, doors and walls, it is all cut off from the waist or two. Several guards snorted, and several blood flowers erupted from their waists, and they flew away involuntarily.

It stumbled into the house like a meteor, and the pillars of the door wall of the house broke and collapsed. If you look closely, you can see that these door wall pillars all have an amazingly smooth incision, which is obviously broken by the sword intent.

"It's really amazing!" Cui Siju couldn't take his eyes off it, and spoke approvingly. The young man holds the true realm, and condenses the sword intent, and in most places, he is indeed an outstanding talent.

That being said, none of them dared to take it lightly. From Cui Siju to Cao Jinpei, they all know that if this talk only has this ability, they are really not qualified to force Fang Tiange back.

Falling on the roof again, Tan Weiran raised the sword in his hand slightly, and the faint sword intent flowed, pointing to the person surrounded by everyone below: "Your Royal Highness Cui, do you want to hide for the rest of your life under the protection of the strong people around you?" Why bother shrinking your head and hiding behind others, how about standing up and picking me up for a few moves. ”

Cui Siju stretched out his hand to suppress the anger of his subordinates, and looked at Tan Weiran with interest: "I am not a martial artist, how can I bless me, why do I have to take action in person? ”

He is worthy of being a dying king who loves Shili and does not love fame.

After a series of events such as the Huangquan War, Cui Siju's characteristic gradually became widely known and once aroused criticism from the world. Confucianism is at odds with it because of this, so few Confucian disciples work for it.

The general failed, but Tan Weiran was not disappointed, rubbed his chin and said: "You have a point...... you have a point", he clenched his fists sideways, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, you must have heard it, this is not called bullying the small, please!"

Suddenly, a starlight burst out in the distance. It seemed to pierce the sky, and it flew faster than lightning.

Cao Jinpei, who was always smiling on the side, changed his expression greatly at this time, jumped forward with a shake, and pulled the wind and clouds with a single shot, and instantly collided with the light of the stars. It is as if an invisible force has been released, giving people the feeling of a strong impact.

This person is so strong! A little sword spirit was staggered, Cao Jinpei's hands were shocked and cracked open for a while, and with a muffled snort, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. The body involuntarily flew out of the dungeon, striking a deep straight trench throughout the residential area.

Almost at the same time, Tan Weiran's expression condensed, and he burst out at the fastest speed and turned into light and rushed through the gap just right.

The sword is like black jade, and a trace of thunder and lightning sword spirit is condensed at the tip of the sword, as if the body and sword are united in a touch of sword light.

Fifteen zhang forward, it is Cui Siju! (To be continued......)