When Zhulu City broke through the thumb-sized sky cave, the fog rose on the Zhulu Mountain Road, where the sun had not yet shone.

On this mountain road not far from the outside of Zhulu City, there is a restaurant that has been shrouded in a layer of fog.

The faint light of the fire floated out of the restaurant, dancing wantonly on the mountain road with the morning mist, and there was a movement that was not too loud from the restaurant.

Through the hanging lantern, you can barely see two dark figures flickering in the morning mist restaurant.

Their movements could no longer be described as fast, and after a while, they were still flashing on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they were in the void, and in the void, it was only a breath of time, and they ran to the mountain path again.

The entire mountain road seemed to be full of them for a while, and in this early morning fog, only the sound of continuous breaking through the sky could be heard.

This strange scene lasted until the early sun cleared the clouds and the sun blew away the morning mist, and the two men could be seen clearly.

Most of his clothes were wet, and the second prince Zhao Wuwu, who had not been so active for more than half a year, shouted happily at the restaurant. His face was flushed, and the usual calmness between his eyebrows had long since disappeared, and now he was full of raging fighting intent that had not yet been exhausted.

Li Mochou on his side felt the same way, the long sword tied to his arm was faintly whining, and so did it.

It's a pity that their fighting intentions are not worth a dime in Suyang's proprietress An impossibility, a sentence of impossibility, has given a death sentence to this morning's practice. This beautiful proprietress crossed her waist, and her face was not particularly good-looking.

She really endured enough, from night to early the next morning, and from the early morning of the next day to the third watch of the day. How could the proprietress who was about to be numb in her ears not be angry, her willow eyebrows furrowed, and there was no room for negotiation.

However, she also glanced at Zhao Wuwu more.

The second prince in front of her, if she remembers correctly, this year is only thirty years old.

Reaching such a state at the age of thirty, and fighting with her own man for so long, the proprietress of Suyang only knows one person.

The lord of the Shen Mansion, Shen Yitian.

But unlike the mansion owner, Zhao Wuwu was chased and beaten by his own men from beginning to end. As for the lord of the house, sometimes he is chased and beaten by Limochou, and sometimes he can turn over and make a draw.

This is the gap between the Shen Mansion and the Zhao family, Su Yang nodded, turned around and went back to the building. With a sigh of relief, thinking that she must make up for her beauty sleep, she closed the door and did not forget to glance at it to warn these two dishonest people.

Li Mo sighed, seeing his daughter-in-law's attitude, he had to put down his fighting spirit and glanced at Zhao Wuwu, Zhao Wuwu nodded very knowingly.

But he was a little curious. Aunt Suyang's temper hasn't changed much, but this uncle who used to kill decisively and say nothing has changed.

What has changed, Zhao Wuwu smiled slightly in the sun.

Becoming a little afraid of your wife?

Zhao Wuwu shook his head, maybe he had always been like this.

The fighting spirit went away with the wind, and he sat at the dining table outside with Li Mochou. Looking at the copper plate hanging in the sky, Zhao Wuwu asked, "Presumably my uncle has seen someone." ”

Limo said a sigh, and Zhao Wuwu returned it.

The two of them sat like this, and they talked like this, but they had been talking for a long time in their hearts.

The cultivators who are also in the Chengxi Realm, in the process of colliding with one move and one style, they can know what the other party is thinking.

The air of leaving the Mo Mo is full of a feeling as if he has been imprisoned for a long time and is about to be reborn and free. And this feeling, which used to come from one place, now comes from one person.

Shen Fu, Shen Qingwen.

Taking a sip of the cup handed by Li Mochou, Zhao Wuwu glanced at his uncle. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Your Aunt Suyang won't let him drink in the morning."

After taking a sip, Zhao Wuwu felt funny again.

To be honest, he was very envious of the Shen Mansion, and he had been the same since he was a child. The Shen Mansion is different from other countries, most of them come from the forces of the rivers and lakes, and they are full of enthusiasm and brotherhood on the rivers and lakes.

This kind of affection is the affection that can be born and died for the other party, and it is the affection that a cold big country like Zhao State can't exchange.

Zhao Wuwu filled the cup by himself, took a sip, and drank it all in one gulp.

Perhaps there are ministers in the kingdom who have done their best, but how many of these are few. In the court, gang up, I can call you a brother today, and I can behead you tomorrow.

Zhao Wuwu envied the Shen Mansion, this was only one of many. Counting carefully, Zhao Wuwu felt that there were countless counts.

A sigh at the future, envy to envy, reality is here.

Li Mochou knew what Zhao Wuwu was thinking, and seeing that he was so embarrassed by his own family, he was also a little sympathetic to him.

Coming out of the concubine is a topic that the royal people can never avoid.

Compared with the crown prince of the dynasty, Zhao Wuwu is not bad, maybe he is a little stronger in some places. But where is their mother's identity, it is like a shining phoenix in the nine heavens and a pheasant running all day long, competing for beauty, which is incomparable.

Zhao Wuwu is a smart child, he knows that he can't fight his imperial brother, so he left the court early when he was an adult, sat on the border, and made a great name.

However, the emperor's art of mastering people can be said without emotion.

Seeing that the power of the crown prince of the current dynasty is growing, the emperor of Zhao State finally can't sit still. Thinking about it, among his several princes, Zhao Wuwu is the most powerful, but it is a pity that he has an identity, so he has to be a sword.

The prince of the royal armor returned to Beijing, and the original feelings were no longer there. Standing on the towering city wall in front of him, looking at the place where his relatives lived, he experienced hundreds of battles, and every time he charged, the prince felt a little weak.

This is three years.

Zhao Wuwu and Li Mochou clinked glasses, but there was nothing to say, only this heart-to-heart tea. With a crisp sound, a melodious piano sound came from the sky, and the two of them put down their wine glasses together.

Looking at the ripples of the tea in the teacup, listening to the frightened cries of birds in the mountains and forests, the calm lake set off huge waves.

Li Mochou and Zhao Wuwu stood up at the same time, this is the emperor sound!

For a while, the whole world seemed to be still, and Zhao Wuwu secretly scolded and couldn't hold his breath. He exclaimed the shadow of the outside.

The breeze blew through the solemn faces of the two, and there was an extra figure in the restaurant. He was like a shadow, and even when the sun was shining, he could not see him clearly. Su Yang also opened the door, and unlike before, she changed her clothes.

Seeing Su Yang, who had faded into the ordinary and changed into the clothes he wore in the Shen Mansion in the past, Zhao Wuwu's heart ached, and he stretched out his hand towards the shadow. As soon as he heard the sound of the piano, the shadow knew that the situation was serious, and without too much hesitation, he took the token in the carriage to Zhao Wuwu.

Zhao Wuwu gave the token engraved with the word Zhao to Li Mochou, he could think of the scene when Li Mochou and his wife rushed to Zhulu City, and only this token could ensure that they entered the city safely.

Seeing the two of them leave without hesitation, Zhao Wuwu couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea in his heart.

If you are in the Shen Mansion, even if you are a tea servant, you will be happy.

Because of his identity, he will not be able to participate in this battle for deer, and the second prince who is the temporary owner of this restaurant will open the door of the store.

Sitting in a chair, he closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of the first guest.

In Zhulu City, on this heavenly spiritual tree, the grandmasters seem to be meditating, but in fact, they have been communicating with their hearts for a long time. They repeatedly asked Dean Xiang if the person who stroked the qin was surnamed Ning, and on this topic, Zhao Lian left a faint smile and did not participate in this kind of topic.

Among their group, perhaps only Qi Lin Zhenguo Gong didn't react much. He drank tea leisurely by himself, looked at the young man who was still standing on the spiritual platform where many tree roots gathered, and looked forward to a good show in his heart.

After communicating with each other for a long time, they did not get a satisfactory answer, and even the master of the academy forgot to get down to business. They forgot for a moment to see who was the champion of the music battle.

In fact, there is no doubt about this, let go of the identity, this young man in Tsing Yi's piano intention is indeed higher than Li Muxue, who ranks first in their hearts. Put his identity, if this young man's surname is really Ning, even if he sings better than Zhang Qian before, they have to give him this first.

So, under the expectation of everyone and everyone knows the answer, they solemnly announced to the world that the top of the battle of this moon sound is Shen Qingwen.

Su Xiaoxiao clapped her hands happily, and with her taking the lead, this Zhulu City turned into a sea of slaps for a while. Shen Qingwen, bathed in glory, remained motionless.

The next thing is the cultivation dao battle, and Shen Qingwen has no reason not to fight.

Under Li Changan's brief introduction, Shen Qingwen stood on the spiritual platform, and warned everyone with the strength that he had reached the late stage of the courtyard before he reached eighteen, and this spiritual grass had a master, and they must not snoop on it.

As for the people present, they are about the same age as Shen Qingwen, and their cultivation is not high. is higher than Shen Qingwen's cultivation, and he is older than him for half of his life, they are all face-saving people, and it is impossible to put down their identities and compete with a junior to compete for things.

Li Muxue became everyone's focus for a while.

It's a pity that the fairy in white always sits on her green leaves, closes her eyes, and doesn't say a word. It's like the woman in the painting has returned to the painting, and the fairy has returned to heaven, which has nothing to do with her.

For a time, the battle for the deer road fell into an unprecedented stalemate.

Everyone is waiting for someone to break this embarrassing situation, but time does not intend to give them face.

This is an afternoon.

During the afternoon, some people also took the stage, but unfortunately they were all forced back by the young man in Tsing Yi. There was a cold glint in his eyes, maybe he would really kill them.

This afternoon, Shen Qingwen just sat in place. Like Li Muxue, he closed his eyes.

The sunset came out late, and the guests left one after another, and they had mixed feelings. Compared with the fierce battle of music and music before, this battle can be regarded as a joke when everyone chats after dinner.

At the moment when the sunset alternated with the moonlight, at the moment when Zhulu returned to calm, at the moment when there were already many disciples and ten thousand flying swords outside the giant spirit tree, at the moment when the dean of Zhulu fell from a high place.

The young man who was sitting on the spot opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, the green hair also instantly turned back to the gray silver that was full of sorrow.

The moonlight was on the silver thread, and Shen Qingwen smiled at his uncle, who was only a hundred steps in front of him.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing urges gray hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

This smile fell, and the originally calm Zhulu City, a handful of firelight rose into the sky, and the living fire came with a monstrous momentum.

Under Zhao's complicated expression, Shen Qingwen drew his sword and pointed at Zhao's heart.

In the city, the Qi Lin forces surrounded the giant tree, and they drew their bows and full strings, and in the next second, they could fire ten thousand arrows in unison.