You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky.

"The throne of the Western Regions can be regarded as sitting firmly. ”

I don't see the blade, I don't drink the blood, just one person, without spending a single soldier, let those remnants of the old era bow down.

"Bei Liangyu, my good father, this is a generous gift for your sons. ”

Miao Jiang's Gu technique, just quietly, can make people compliant, it is really a little terrifying. Those who know the times are handsome, and if they kill you, it's just that it's not time yet.

The back garden of the Western Regions Royal Court, this is the place where the king of the Western Regions relaxes, except for the eunuchs and palace maids who usually take care of it, where do ordinary people dare to approach here.

The fragrance of flowers comes from itself, and it is beautiful like a fairy roll.

The back garden is large, the north pavilion bears the hand, standing proudly in the white jade pavilion, he is dressed in a gold coat, on the clothes, a giant python, meandering and entrenched, the golden scales are distinct, lifelike.

This is the golden python robe, which many people dream of.

"Teacher, what did you gain when you went to the mountain gate of the Sword Sect?"

Before letting it go, the status of the Sword Sect was like the python robe on the body of the Northern Pavilion. It's just a breeze blowing, carrying the fragrance of flowers to the face, blowing a strand of hair between the temples of the North Pavilion. He stared at him, now, he is the king of the Western Regions, and this sword sect is just an unsheathed sword.

But it's just hurting others, it's still hurting yourself.

"Your Majesty, the mountain gate of the Sword Sect is very easy-going, and the old body enters as soon as he goes, and he takes good care of himself. However, the master of the Sword Sect is really a little slippery, there is the containment of the Wutong Villa in the Middle Continent, and the Northern Desert is also eyeing the tiger, and the Sword Sect does not dare to reappear under this edge. It's just that before the old man left, the master of the Sword Sect had made it clear that the Sword Sect would be the main force in breaking the Martial Emperor City. ”

The Jing'an monk sat upright at the stone table, and with her hands swinging, she did not make tea, but only warm wine. Her expression is calm, her movements are elegant and calm, this warm wine, but there is some talk.

"The first cup of wine is to the king, and to the king's power. ”

The wine was warm, and the north pavilion turned around and came to the stone table, reached out and picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all. This wine, hot in the throat, rolled into the lungs again, put down the wine glass, the north pavilion clenched his fists, he closed his eyes, the kind of piping hot, can be described as hearty.

"The second cup of wine, the Western Regions, get this master. ”

When the wine was full, Jing'an Jushi reached out and put the wine glass in front of the North Pavilion.

"Good. ”

The words of wine, the words of wine, only know after drinking. The second cup of gentleness in the throat, like a river flowing to the limbs, not unrestrained, very comfortable, this is a kind of generous mind.

"The third cup of wine, toasting the Sword Sect, has this king. ”

The wine was also full, and the Jing'an monk hung his hands and waited.

"Haha......... It's a good three glasses of wine, and the three glasses are all different, but the cups are related to me, and they are very good. ”

The North Pavilion laughed heartily, but here he was young, and only Jing'an lay people could figure out his thoughts.

The third cup entered the throat, cold as ice, like ice cubes in the mouth, making people instantly sober.

"Teacher, three glasses of wine have been toasted, and it is time for the student to toast one in return. This glass of wine has no other meaning, hard teacher. ”

The North Pavilion presented the wine glass full of wine, his hands were presented, and his expression was sincere and sincere.

"The king doesn't need to do this, these are just the things of the old body. ”

After Jing'an finished speaking, she took the wine glass with both hands, and she knew that this glass of wine was of extraordinary weight. She raised her head and drank it all, and as the wine glass was lowered, two touches of red stood out on the cheeks of the Jing'an monk, which was beyond the strength of the wine.

It's just the outline of her face, and these years have never defeated the beauty.

"Although the king quickly unified the government and the opposition with the power of thunder, he sat firmly on the throne. It's just that people's hearts are separated from their bellies, and there are not a few people who want to rebel, and they can't be killed, if the city gate is on fire, I'm afraid it will affect the pond fish. ”

When the wine was finished, the Jing'an monk stood up and came to the stone pavilion, looking up at the beautiful scenery in the back garden.

"As long as I sit firmly on the throne, the Northern Desert can only watch. And those ministers of the DPRK and China, how can I not know their thoughts. The Western Regions is sick, and I need to heal it slowly. ”

The north pavilion came to the stone pavilion and stood side by side with the Jing'an monks. The pattern and placement in this back garden are all out of everyone's hands, watching the stars and measuring feng shui.

It's beautiful, it's not impeccable.

"As soon as I entered the court, it was as deep as the sea, and since then old friends have become passers-by. The king, Bei Liangyu seems to be innocent, so generous to give up the throne of the Western Regions, I am afraid that he wants to reap the profits. ”

The eyes of the Jing'an monks are as clear as water, and they see things thoroughly.

"Looking at the world, who can give up the throne at their fingertips to others. The words of the teacher are well known to the students. ”

The eyes of the north pavilion have become deeper, and as far as the eye can see, you can see some wind and grass. For him, Bei Liangyu is of immeasurable value, and if he raises a tiger by his side, he must take precautions.

"Your Majesty, if your mother were still alive, she would have supported you in doing so, and for him, power would be above all else. ”

The breeze blew through the willows by the stone pavilion, and the quiet monks sighed quietly.

"Boom ........."

A flurry of footsteps disturbed the tranquility in the back garden, and the north pavilion frowned, a ghost in black, and Su Yuchen, who looked a little down, looked hurried, and more, revealed a touch of sadness.

"Your Majesty, the old man has retired first. ”

Seeing the person coming, Jing'an Jushi gave a salute, then turned around and walked out of the stone pavilion, but her eyes stayed on Su Yuchen's body for a while, and she walked out of the back garden with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty. ”

"Senior brother, the master was killed by Chong Wufeng in the peach forest, I am incompetent, I failed to bring back the master's body, and I hope that the senior brother will punish me. This is a big revenge, and I, Su Yuchen, will inevitably take revenge. ”

The ghost figure stood on the side of the North Pavilion, and Su Yuchen knelt at his feet, regardless of status, Su Yuchen was like this, it was not polite.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I have already investigated who killed the master. However, now that the situation is unclear, the three of us can only endure it, even the master's spirit in the sky doesn't want us to be so rash. ”

Under the embattlement, there are enemies in all directions, although they are eager for revenge, the North Pavilion has to think about it in his heart. He bent over, stretched out his hands, and helped Su Yuchen up, and the two sat opposite each other on the stone bench.

A spear, the ghost shadow held tightly in his hand, it was a relic of Huang Laoxi, and it was also his lifelong friend.

"In this matter, the three of us senior brothers still have to think about it in the long run, the person who killed the master is someone from Xin Haige, and this person should have died twenty years ago. And his appearance is not just as simple as revenge. ”

The North Pavilion locked his eyebrows, in this world, there is only Huang Laoxie who can hollow out his heart for it.

"The master is gone, and I am all sent by my brother. ”

Su Yuchen's expression was lonely, and his heart was also like Huang Laoxi, doing whatever he wanted. It's just that he is alone, and he is under someone else's roof, how can he not bow his head?

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Fighting the sword world, happy and enmity, this river and lake is no longer pure rivers and lakes.

"Senior brother, from the peach forest to the Western Regions, you must have suffered a lot along the way, and you lost your soul, I'm afraid you haven't had a good rest. Ghost, take your second senior brother to rest first, and I'll visit you later and talk in detail. ”

Huang Laoxi's death disrupted the plan that had already been deployed in the North Pavilion, and the only way to pull out the trees and bring mud was to let Su Yuchen fill in the hole first.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"Senior brother, I'll retire first. ”

Su Yuchen got up, hugged his fists, and then left the back garden with the ghost.

"Alas!"

No matter how big or small, how can it be regarded as a missing thing! The North Pavilion, whose expression was gradually gloomy, was clenched with a little white palm. Bei Mo broke his arm, and he could only swallow bitterly.

When I was young, I always felt that I was a person, and I knew that it was difficult to start a business.

Northern Desert.

Sitting on a tall building, sipping the white painting of fragrant tea, looking at the pedestrians coming and going downstairs with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Young master, the king of the eastern earth is dead, the Northern Pavilion has stabilized the throne, Zhongzhou is in the midst of war, and the Southern Wilderness has also broken his hands and feet and disappeared. The water began to clear up, and the fish sank to the bottom one after another, and the fisherman returned in vain, and he held back a wave of resentment. ”

Xiao Aoi, who was dressed in white, covered her face with a layer of tulle, just a pair of eyes, which were extraordinary.

"It's not for nothing that when the water is clear, there are no fish. Although I am sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai in the North Desert, the North Pavilion is unwilling to see me so leisurely. ”

Accompanied by the wind and accompanied by tea, the folding fan is held in the hand and shakes gently, looking calm and calm, quite in this troubled world, free and comfortable.

The tranquility between this storm, how could the white painting be wasted in vain.

"Young master. The queen of Zhongzhou naturally appeared now, and she did not shy away from it at all, laughing and talking about the wind with the desolate sky, and the greetings of the ministers of Zhongzhou were huge. ”

Aoi moved her body, reached out and picked up the teapot, and poured pale yellow tea into the teacup.

"This is a strange woman, the former king of Zhongzhou had no choice but to calculate Tu Mo before he died, and Tu Mo is hers, how can she stay out of the matter. Let them make trouble, the bigger the movement, the better, her appearance, some people are afraid that they can't bear it anymore. ”

Bai Hua smiled indifferently, he didn't take this matter to heart. It's just a casual glance of his eyes, but it is deep, and the smile on his lips is getting stronger and stronger.

An old man who looked like a dead tree, his hair was scattered, and his face was not visible. It's just that he holds a sword in his right hand and carries a wooden coffin behind him, and he walks silently, like a soul-hooking messenger from hell, which really frightens the pedestrians on the road, and suddenly becomes a bird and beast, and scatters in a hurry.

The noisy streets were silent for a moment, and the ground was a little messy.

The old man with the coffin on his back raised his head, looked at it similar to the white painting sitting on the tall building, and then raised his feet and walked into the tall building.

The first floor was full of diners, who forgot to chew the food in their mouths, and the wine spilled onto the table and wet their clothes. The scene here seems to be frozen, just a few breaths, the sound of collision is endless, and the diners sitting high in the hall are running out of the tall building.

The first floor was in a mess, and the shopkeeper and the child hid behind the wooden cabinet, trembling, not daring to make the slightest sound.