"I'm back, lady. ”

Gongsun Shitong looked at Luo Feiyu who had just stepped into the door with a solemn face, and called out in a playful voice: "Xianggong, you are back." ”

Luo Feiyu was a little incredulous, surprised and suspicious: "What did you just say? What did you call me? I can't hear it!"

"Xianggong, you're back!"

"Louder, what do you call me? I can't hear you!"

"Xianggong ......"

"Hey, I still can't hear you!

Gongsun Shitong finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said helplessly: "Hurry up and close the door and come in, don't catch a cold there." Also, don't keep calling me 'lady', the pimples are all up......"

"Okay, lady!" Luo Feiyu called out loudly, bolted the door, and then leaned against the door and sighed.

In fact, he wanted to call each other "Lady and Son" with Gongsun Shitong, which was a crooked idea and the idea of the Yan family's twilight sword. He felt that Gongsun Shitong was the deceased of Yan Jingchen's sister, and Jingchen seemed to treat Gongsun Shitong respectfully, and with such an "intimate" identity with Gongsun Shitong, he could walk freely in Yanfu, and everything could be solved easily. But now it seems that it doesn't seem to matter too much, you just need to push the boat with the water.

However, if you don't take advantage of it, you can't take advantage of it......

Gongsun Shitong seemed to have expected it, and said with concern: "Touched a nose of ash again?"

"Although your 'again' makes me very unhappy, ...... Well. Luo Feiyu frowned, went straight to the table, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all.

As soon as the tea was eaten, a strong bitter and astringent taste spread, lingering for a long time. Luo Feiyu couldn't help but smack his mouth a few times, and the appearance of the singer arguing with reason couldn't help but appear in his mind, and he was uneasy for a while.

At this time, a faint white fluorescence swept across Luo Feiyu's chest, as if using the spring breeze as a boat, shaking away a river of ice and snow, making Luo Feiyu's already boring mind become dull.

The ancestor of the Gongsun family inherits the internal strength, and the West River blows the snow.

Luo Feiyu looked at Gongsun Shiyun and said in astonishment, "What are you doing here?"

Gongsun Shitong said: "You don't have to panic. My snow blowing in the West River also has the effect of calming the mind and clearing the mind. ”

Luo Feiyu lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Gongsun Shiyun glanced at Luo Feiyu in astonishment, but quickly calmed down: "No matter what, it's better to be foolproof." The snow in the West River can also melt away the remaining clutter in your body, so don't move around. ”

Luo Feiyu looked at Gongsun Shitong's serious appearance of calming him, and sighed silently.

The Gongsun clan of Xihe Sword Weapon, since the first landlord Gongsun Auntie, has been following the right path of "guarding the right and eradicating the evil". "Kindness" is what they have observed for generations. The country will change, and the hearts of the people will also change, but the Gongsun Sword Building has been inherited for thirteen generations, and the original intention is that the thunder will not move. Whenever there is an injustice in the world, and the people in the rivers and lakes are unable to solve it, the owner of the sword building will go out of the building with a sword and cut the injustice.

If she knew about her deal with Yan Jingchen, according to the ancestral teachings passed down by the Gongsun clan, she would definitely stop it.

However, Luo Feiyu also felt an inexplicable sense of affinity from Gongsun Shitong, which made him have a great affection for this girl.

After a while, Gongsun Shiyun withdrew the internal force of the snow, and suddenly swept out a piece of paper towards Luo Feiyu, Luo Feiyu took it with his hand, and after seeing clearly what it was in the candlelight, he said with a sad face: "This is ...... Not so good. ”

But Gongsun Shitong was full of worries, as if he hadn't heard his words. Soon, her face calmed down, and after a little thought, she said tiredly, "I'm sleepy." Rest early. I'll talk about that tomorrow morning. ”

"Oh, okay, okay. Luo Feiyu retreated to the bed on the other side in horror as if he had seen a ghost, and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, no matter how serious a person is, he will have strange hobbies......"

When the time comes, people are fixed, also known as fixed dusk. By this time it was late at night, and most people had already rested and fallen asleep. But there is still a place where the lights are still as bright as day, and people are talking.

Or rather, the dark tide is surging.

The dragon is magnificent, the power is inclined to the government and the opposition, the heavenly capital of the gods, and the flower city of Luoyang.

The huge imperial capital is majestic and majestic, and the walls made of rigid rock are like an endless twilight black mountain range, lying on the horizon, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. And in the majestic momentum, what stands out are clusters of amazing flowers.

Luoyang, Zhaoyao Palace.

Two young men of about 20 years old sat under the moon in front of the flowers, one wearing a green shirt, and was drinking soju. The other man was handsome, dressed in light armor, and was holding a small carving knife, carefully polishing the wooden gun in his hand.

"You've been sharpening this wooden gun for three years, and it's getting shorter and shorter every year, what are you still cutting?" the man in the green shirt wiped the wine juice from the corner of his mouth and said dissatisfiedly to the lightly armored man.

"It's getting shorter, but it's getting sharper. The lightly armored man replied nonchalantly, "The gun is not about its length, but about whether it is sharp or not." Only a sharp gun can stir up the storm. ”

"Could it be that when you become the generalissimo of the Dusk Yang Kingdom in the future, do you still have to carry this rotten wooden gun into the Golden Crow Heavenly Mansion?"

At this time, the gourd was empty. The young man threw the wine gourd and hung it on the tip of the spear impartially, and when the young man saw this, he laughed loudly.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by solemnity: "It's so late, why hasn't the imperial brother rested yet?"

The young man with the spear raised his eyes like a falcon and looked into the shadows. A male voice came faintly from the shadows: "Second brother, you still like to drink so much." I really don't understand what's so good about drinking too much?"

The young man warmed himself another pot of wine and replied: "When the heroes are competing for the deer, the relevant public beheads Huaxiong for the warm wine. Later, Li Bai was light and empty to the moon, and the shadow became three people. Wine, it always makes you feel good!"

The owner of the voice had already stepped out of the shadows, and saw him dressed in a long robe embroidered with the blazing sun, and seemed to be about the same age as the two people present. He was accompanied by a sixteen-year-old boy in a gray robe with a goose feather fan.

The young man walked up to the young man who was drinking, smiled and asked, "Then why don't you share it with me, what is it like?"

The young man in the green shirt slowly raised his head and looked at him: "Then you still need to ask? ”

The two people who looked at each other were two of the three princes of the Duyang Kingdom, Ling Aoyang, King of Lie'an, and Ling Pengyue, King of Zhaoyao, and the remaining two were the henchmen of the two in the court, Kong Wenliang and Yu Wenjie.

After a while, Ling Aoyang suddenly laughed loudly.

Ling Pengyue put down the wine and asked, "Why is the imperial brother laughing?"

"I just didn't expect that this ordinary soju could arouse such a lot of interest from the second brother......" Ling Aoyang shook his head and continued: "By the way, Tianji Pavilion, is there any news recently?"

Speaking of Tianji Pavilion, Yu Wenjie and Kong Wenliang couldn't help but be stunned.

It was an extremely mysterious organization, no one could know where, but Tianji Pavilion could know everyone's existence. It is said that Tianji Pavilion has arranged eyes and ears in all parts of the Central Plains, and any wind and grass on the rivers and lakes cannot escape their eyes and ears. In other words, as long as you are in the Tianji Pavilion and stay at home, you can know what is going on in the world.

"Tianji Pavilion...... Brother Huang really picked a good time, a few days ago, Tianji Pavilion didn't have any information, but tonight, there is a lot of information. Ling Pengyue put down his wine glass and said, "I don't know where the imperial brother wants to hear it?"

Ling Aoyang sat down casually and blurted out, "Jinling." ”

"Brother Huang has come to me a few times recently to seek heavenly opportunities, and all I asked about this place is Jinling. ”

Ling Aoyang nodded, "I like this city very much. ”

Ling Pengyue glanced at him meaningfully and said, "There is news from Jinling that the new owner of the Chang'an Sword Weapon Building has arrived in Jinling and entered the city with a young man from the Western Regions. ”

"Descendants of Gongsun, a boy from the Western Regions?" Ling Aoyang asked.

"Yes, the descendants of the grandson, but this descendant of the grandson is a little different. It stands to reason that the position of the owner of the Gongsun Sword Weapon Building is not inherited until the new one is eighteen years old, and the owner of this generation has ascended to the position of the owner of the building at the age of eleven. She is now only sixteen years old. ”

"This ...... Is there no one in the Gongsun Clan? How could she be allowed to ascend to the position of the lord of this building?"

Ling Pengyue shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate her. She has reached heights that none of her ancestors have climbed, and among them, the snow blowing of the West River is particularly significant. In this internal strength, she has cultivated to the highest level at a young age - white clothes without snow. ”

Ling Aoyang nodded and said, "Then, what about the other boy from the Western Regions?"

"If you ask this," Ling Pengyue's mouth pursed slightly, and he sighed, "Then I really can't do anything." You must know that the world is so big, there are always places that Tianji Pavilion can't arrange. Loulan in the Western Regions is one of them. ”

Ling Aoyang, who was originally interested, was stunned and said with a smile: "My Dao is a mysterious sect in the Western Regions that was not born, but I didn't expect it to be the remnants of Loulan. Hmph, the souls of the dead under the golden gun of my Great Twilight Sun Kingdom have not yet dispersed, what storm does Loulan want to set off?"

As soon as Ling Aoyang's words came out, Yu Wenjie, who had been grinding his gun, suddenly glared at him coldly, and said slowly: "As long as there is wind, no matter how small the splash is, it is enough to merge into a monstrous wave." ”

Ling Pengyue glanced at Yu Wenjie and said to Ling Aoyang: "I don't know if the imperial brother still remembers the three sects of the Ghost Sword Gate, the Goshawk Demon Cave, and the Burial Sword Villa?"

"Naturally. Ling Aoyang played with a piece of jade in his hand, "These are the three sects that have set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, and the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes have talked about their color changes. Now, the three sects have been exterminated for many years, what are you still mentioning them for?"

"Unsheath type, quenching blood sword pupils, sword veins flying flowers. These three exercises are the supreme exercises of sword damage, and they were regarded as 'magic skills' in the rivers and lakes back then. Ling Aoyang muttered, "Brother Huang, you might as well think about it, if you combine the supreme martial arts of these three sects into one, what kind of person will be born?"

Ling Aoyang naturally guessed eight points: "You mean, this young man from the Western Regions has these three stunts?"

Ling Aoyang nodded.

"Hey, skip skip. I am not interested in this topic. Ling Aoyang said with a little impatience: "Is there any other intelligence news?"

"Yes. Ling Pengyue picked up the wine glass on the table, blew the cold wine, and said: "On the first day of the fourth month, the city lord of Jinling City, the current sword master of the 'Dusk Huai Sword', Yan Jingchen, will marry Su Nansheng, the first Yan of Xueyue Tower. At that time, the world will be happy. ”

"Oh?" Ling Aoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, "...... this news"

Ling Pengyue took a sip of wine and hurriedly said: "Brother Huang, you must know that the rivers and lakes are all kinds of things, and naturally they have their own laws and tracks, although Tianji Pavilion knows the affairs of the world, but it has no right to interfere. From beginning to end, Tianji Pavilion only played the role of a bystander. Brother Wanghuang must think twice, don't tamper with the 'Mandate of Heaven'. ”

"Know, know. Ling Aoyang replied lightly: "Since it is a common joy in the world, then sooner or later this marriage will be known by the world, and it doesn't hurt if I knew it earlier." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"The Yan family has been loyal to my Ling family dynasty for six generations, and I should also start preparing a big gift for the Yan family. ”

"A big, big gift. Ling Aoyang said word by word.

Ling Aoyang got up, patted the dust on his body, and turned around and left with Kong Wenliang. Ling Pengyue looked at Ling Aoyang's departing back, and when the words came to his lips, he began to drink again.

After the two left, Yuwenjie asked Ling Aoyang, "Why are you reluctant to ask about Emperor Wanlie's condition?"

"It's also taboo to ask this kind of thing, although King Lie'an is the son of Emperor Wanlie, this does not mean that he will know about Emperor Wande's illness. Ling Pengyue shook his head and looked in the direction of the Imperial City: "The Imperial City, but the places in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion are expressly forbidden to be placed in the ears and eyes. ”

"Yes. Except for some people who are already in the mirror, the people outside the mirror will never know what is going on in the mirror......" Yu Wenjie sighed, and continued: "By the way, your Taoist friend, how is it lately?"

Ling Pengyue put down the wine gourd, "He, count the days, he should be about to get out of the valley......"