Three years.

Taixuan goes to the palace.

The clouds and mist are vast, surging and churning all the time, and the calm that has long since disappeared is gone.

"Taishang Order, the Tribulation of the Divine Mystery Heart Demon is a Heart Tribulation, you must not sink into it, otherwise you will be even more powerless to break out of the Tribulation, the true spirit will slowly pass in the lost, and eventually it will completely disappear between the three days and the Nine Realms," Yunfu Shangjun's tone had a hint of indignation, "Because you did not deliberately suppress it, it has only been a few years since you broke through the pre-tribulation realm, and you are about to enter the tribulation, if you prepare a little more." ”

Xu Disheng shook his head and said: "My calamity, no matter how much preparation I make, it is almost useless, even if I enter the calamity a thousand years later, it makes no difference." ”

Yunfu Shangjun glanced at Xu Disheng with complicated eyes, nodded and said, "Good." ”

......

Yunling Xuandian.

The spiritual power cultivation of the pre-tribulation realm gradually stagnated, and the purple-gold Taixuan spiritual power no longer flowed and surged, falling into an incredible stillness.

The Nine Dao Yuan Gods in the Jiang Palace slowly fell silent, and the light white brilliance that lingered around the young man's body also collapsed and disappeared, and even his natal Gu Zhong Yuan Shen no longer emitted a faint golden halo, and gradually returned to quiet.

The incomparably powerful and complete Divine Soul Origin was also completely sunk into the golden true spirit, and was completely enveloped in it by the incomparably strange golden light.

Only a trace of noble purple qi still flowed like a clear spring above the golden true spirit, which contained incomparable supreme immortal power, faintly imprinted into its golden true spirit and divine soul origin.

A reddish band of light swirled from his wrist.

Suddenly.

Under the induction of heaven and earth, the gods and demons reached the heavens.

Between the surges of the power of the rules, in just a few moments, the Yunling Xuan Hall was completely calm, and there was no longer a trace of waves.

A few days later.

The azure light surged and appeared, condensing into a slightly trembling void vortex.

The green jade smoke stepped out from the azure whirlpool, standing alone in the huge Yunling Xuan Hall, sensing the familiar aura that slowly disappeared within the origin of the divine soul, and was stunned for a long time.

......

It is difficult to be clear, into the red dust, looking for no return to the end.

In the dream, a song of green songs, like the heart of heaven in the morning and twilight.

......

Tick.

Tick.

He barely opened his heavy eyelids, and what caught his eye was a gray stone wall, and at the very high above the stone wall was a solid skylight surrounded by several wooden fences, and wisps of sunlight shone through the gaps between the fences, rolling up a small light and shadow of countless dust.

I struggled to sit up, but there was a weak ache all over my body, and I had to lie back on the hard wooden couch again.

It's a cell.

Tick.

He slowly turned his head to look at the source of the staccato sound of water.

The wall on which the cell door stood, enclosed entirely by a thick iron bar, and a jug with the aroma of aged wine hung diagonally from the iron lock of the door, dripping drop by drop, and even forming a tiny puddle on the uneven greystone floor.

A hand suddenly reached over, took the flask off, put it in its mouth, and drank it a few times, and its form appeared outside the cell door.

"Gongzi Zhou, do you want to drink?" The tall jailer shook the empty wine jug in his hand, and there was a hint of deliberate ridicule at the corner of his mouth, "I have always heard that the eldest son of the Zhou family is addicted to alcohol, and he is not happy when he drinks without alcohol, but he is imprisoned this time, but he can only smell the aroma of wine, which is really ridiculous!"

Zhou Gongzi?

He stared in amazement at the swaggering jailer outside the prison door, but there was chaos in his mind.

The jailer stared at his face deadly, but he didn't find the color of longing he wanted to see from it, his eyes were slightly cold, and he took out a slightly smaller heavy wine jug again, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Zhou Gongzi, you really don't want it?"

Want?

What do you want?

He looked at the small flask, and could already smell the rich aroma of wine emanating from it.

The pain in his body was not as severe as it had just been, and he reluctantly sat up, shaking his head imperceptibly.

The jailer's face changed slightly, and his mind was turned silent.

This is completely inconsistent with what the noble man said!

Moreover...... Even according to the rumors, it is well known that Zhou Gongzi is addicted to alcohol, even if he has no wine for a day, he can't stand it at all, but at this time, he has no reaction to this small pot of expensive osmanthus aging, which is really weird.

Seeing that this kind of temptation seemed to be unworkable, the jailer instantly changed his face, and immediately took out a bunch of keys from his waist, picked one of them, opened the iron fence and walked in quickly, lowered his body and put the small pot of osmanthus wine on the wooden couch, and said with a smile: "Zhou Gongzi don't blame, I was just joking with Gongzi before, and this small pot of osmanthus aging is my gift of reparation." ”

"I ......"

As soon as the hoarse voice came out, he and the jailer were stunned.

After a moment, he did not speak again, but reached out and picked up the wine jug beside him, lifted the lid of the jug, and in an instant, there was an incomparably thick aroma of osmanthus mixed with the aroma of aged wine, wafting out throughout the cell.

Obviously, this small pot of osmanthus aged is much more precious than the large pot of wine that the jailer had drunk.

"Zhou Gongzi has not drunk alcohol for a full day now," the jailer came back to his senses, not paying any attention to his hoarse voice, "I can't hide it, this pot of osmanthus aged wine was specially sent by a noble person for Zhou Gongzi to enjoy." ”

In his mind, Zhou Gongzi not only did not drink for a day, but also did not eat or drink for a day, and it was common for his voice to become hoarse.

Under the gaze of the jailer, he picked up the flask and took a deep breath of the wine, an indescribable sense of restlessness rising between his lips and teeth, as if he would get the greatest satisfaction if he drank it with his head up at this time.

"Wait," the jailer saw that he seemed to have something to drink, and stretched out a hand to stop him, and took out a piece of paper behind him, and said with a smile, "Before Zhou Gongzi drinks, he still needs to admit this matter first." ”

He put the flask back on the wooden couch and looked at the scribbled piece of government paper in the jailer's hand.

There are three characters at the bottom of this paper, which are deliberately left blank so that they can be dipped in red.

Zhou Mujin.

It turns out that my name is Zhou Mujin?

He pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the jailer who was looking at him, his voice no longer hoarse as Fang Cai: "Dip in the red painting...... It's not that I can't, but I don't know what sin I've committed."

The jailer was stunned again, looked at Zhou Mujin with strange eyes, and was silent for a few breaths before pointing to the piece of paper and saying, "Is Gongzi Zhou joking with me?"