Under the city of Chang'an, a young man stood on his sword, raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, and fell into contemplation for a while, motionless.

The young man wore brocade boots and was dressed in a cyan dress, dressed like this, with his immature and delicate face, which attracted countless curious and envious eyes from time to time.

At this time, it is the afternoon, the sun above the head is scorching, the general passers-by walk in the sun, all of them are sweaty, it seems extremely hot, just look at this young man, but still independent in the breeze, free and natural, there is no sweat stains out of the embarrassment.

The sword in the young man's hand is about three feet long, and upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that the appearance of this swordsman is really not strange, and it can be described as ordinary and mediocre. It's just that in the eyes of others, although this sword is ordinary, the person holding the sword is full of extraordinary temperament, which cannot be despised by people.

Under the city of Chang'an, the noise of cars and horses all around, accompanied by the coming and going of pedestrians, seems to be extremely lively and noisy.

"You kid, why are you waiting here? Didn't I tell you to wait in the small building in the city!"

At this time, among the passing carriages, a BMW incense car suddenly came to meet him, and went straight to the young man.

Hearing this, the young man finally came back to his senses, and when he saw a handsome young man with a jewel coming down from the car in front of him, he smiled even more.

"Brother Lin has an appointment, how dare you slack off in the future! What's more, Brother Lin came from Jinlin thousands of miles away, how can the younger brother drink water and wine alone in Xiaolou, so that you can suffer from this wind and cold alone!"

The young man's eyes narrowed lightly and greeted him.

The young man who got off the carriage was stunned for a moment, and then looked up at the scorching sky above his head, and couldn't help crying and laughing; At this moment, it was a bright spring, and the sun was just right, so how could there be any wind and cold infection, and it was unbearable? This kid simply regarded his son as a soft guest in the room, the body of a weak girl!

"You kid, you're still so poor! This son can't say you, go quickly, go to that small building, although I can't speak as much as you, but this amount of alcohol, you are really not my opponent! Haha!"

The young man was stunned, and immediately remembered the scene when he was once drunk, and immediately smiled bitterly, shook his head, and then got into the carriage with him, and then the carriage and horse started and walked towards Chang'an City.

"This Chang'an Flower Festival, it is rumored to be the most lively event in the empire, once a year, it is said that this year's princess will also participate, I don't know if it's true or not!"

In the curtain car, the young man looked at the bustling scene outside the wooden window, and suddenly said with a smile.

When the young man heard the voice, his interest was mediocre, he loved to cultivate, and he generally didn't know much about these trivial things. However, although he doesn't like this kind of wind and moon, he has also heard of this Chang'an Flower Festival.

Chang'an City is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, its prosperity can be said to be famous all over the world, and this Chang'an Flower Festival, the history of the source is incomparable, every year will attract a lot of strange people from all walks of life to participate.

This year is especially lively, the reason is that I don't know when it was rumored that Her Royal Highness the Imperial Princess will also participate, no, it is because of this factor that Lin Xu came from Jinlin City thousands of miles away.

Seeing his lack of interest, Lin Xu couldn't help but hold his forehead and smiled bitterly, and said: "As the saying goes, there is no time for cultivation, Jiang Fan, you are dedicated to cultivation, how do you know that this world is the greatest paradise in life?

Touching his nose, Jiang Fan shook his head helplessly, for a prodigal son like Lin Xu, Fengyue is naturally a treasure, but in this world, there are many things that he will never understand, if you don't have the strength to be in your body, you may not even be able to choose your own life and death fate, let alone protect yourself and your family.

Although their Lin family is from Jinlin, although their family has a great business, they are just a mundane loess after all! In the eyes of those immortal masters who are at ease, such a rich family is like an ant, and life and death are at their disposal.

And these truths have long been buried deep in Jiang Fan's heart, which made him practice so hard.

After all, the declining Jiang family is an example, the former Chang'an Jiang family, there is only one left, Jiang Fan! If he doesn't work hard, how can he be worthy of his parents under Jiuquan?

The former Jiang family, rooted in the imperial capital of Chang'an for hundreds of years, not only has the protection of immortal masters in the clan, but also has both civil and military skills in the court, and is deeply favored by the dragon, but such a powerful Jiang family, but in just a hundred years, it began to decline.

It wasn't until Jiang Fan was born that the entire family disappeared completely overnight, and even his parents and parents had completely lost their traces.

Jiang Fan, who has been an orphan since he was a child, grew up in the Lin family, and it was not until he was nine years old that he came into contact with the cultivation of the Immortal Dao before he decided to say goodbye to the Lin family and came to the imperial capital Chang'an alone.

Five years have passed, he is trying his best to improve his cultivation, if it weren't for Lin Xu's letter inviting him to participate in the Chang'an Flower Festival this time, he is afraid that he is still in retreat in his residence now, sensing the existence of the Heavenly Dao!

The relationship between Jiang Fan and Lin Xu has been like brothers since childhood, so Jiang Fan, who has not seen Lin Xu for a long time, can't bear to refuse his invitation, so he can only agree in the end.

Yesheng Xiaolou is the most famous restaurant on Chang'an Street, where all kinds of fine wines and wines make you taste inexhaustible and fascinated!

Legend has it that the sword fairy was also famous, and he stayed here for one night, and drank the wine of the entire Yesheng Xiaolou thoroughly, and finally left satisfied.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Chang'an is still so lively!"

On the small building, after the two drank with each other, Lin Xu suddenly turned his eyes to look at the Chang'an street downstairs, and after seeing the mundane scenery of the busy traffic and the crowds of people, he said with some emotion on his face.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Fan smiled: "The prosperity is gone, the voices are gone, and in the end, what is ushered in is just another extreme silence!"

"Oh, when did you kid get so sentimental?"

Lin Xu was stunned for a moment, then took a sip of the wine in the bottle, and looked at Jiang Fandao inexplicably.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from downstairs, and three young men dressed in extraordinary clothes came up. The three of them walked all the way, Gu was talking and laughing, there were not many guests in the small building at the moment, and as soon as they came up, they saw the location of Jiang Fan and the others.

"Yo, old acquaintance! Isn't this our Lin Xulin? Why, if you don't lie down in your Jinlin, how dare you come to Chang'an?"

Hearing this, Jiang Fan and the others couldn't help but turn their heads and look away, and after seeing the appearance of the three people, Lin Xu's face suddenly changed subtly.

Jiang Fan, who saw all this in his eyes, was still drinking a little wine by himself, watching the changes.

Surprisingly, Lin Xu didn't pay attention to them, but turned his head back to drink, as if he regarded the three of them as nothing, completely ignoring them.