At the beginning, Liancheng didn't know where he wanted to go. Above this court, everyone has a ghost, this thing came suddenly, his eyes were staring, but he felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and he wanted to fall, so he tried his best to hold on to the table and chair so that he would not fall crookedly.

The boy fantasized more than once, thinking that he and she were on the same page, and they were in love with each other. I once wanted to wait for some time to beg for my mother, but Master Tuo Zongzheng took the wild goose to perform three books and six ceremonies to show his heart.

Liancheng never thought that Sikong Yao would one day be pointed out as a concubine by his father and his eldest brother Ling Feng in front of his ministers.

The position of the crown prince has never been thought of by himself. How can the emperor be as happy as a prince, he doesn't like to read, and he doesn't want to talk to that group of ministers.

Could it be that the father really doesn't have a little love for himself, even this last bit of sustenance will be taken away.

It's just that in the past half a year, I have long been unable to let go of Sikong Yao. I like her cheeks and her words. All that is in my heart is with her.

Once the young man remembered his father's words that fell into his heart, his heart ached faintly. "Could it be that when we meet in the future, we can only call her brother and sister-in-law or the crown princess? From then on, she lived in the palace by herself, and she lived alone in the palace.

The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly, and it was difficult to hear in this empty hall. "That's it, I don't want to be ruthless here. Under the whole world, there is no place for me to live. ”

Murong Liancheng returned to his palace and tore off his gorgeous clothes, and pieces of brocade clothes fell like a heartfall. The young man changed into a black color military uniform, took a sword and a token, and carried a plate of golden melon seeds in his arms. The young man paced out the door in a soapy suit.

I saw Sikong standing in the courtyard, his face was not angry or happy, he looked at him and said, "Where are you going?"

Liancheng Silver Tooth gritted angrily and shouted: "Don't do a lot of things, then go to Ren'er's official, be a relative of the emperor and the country, and be rich and noble for a lifetime." ”

The swarthy young man's face was closed, and there was no joy to be seen. "The world is unpredictable, I have the responsibility to serve, I can't let you go!"

Liancheng drew his sword and came out, and Long Yin flew over: "I'm going to wander the world, if you stop it, you will be a powerful ghost under the sword." "The fire pattern sword breaks through the sky and takes it straight to the sky.

The young man came alone, wearing the clothes of the ceremonial banquet, which was not easy to perform. The blade of the sword came in close proximity, and it was difficult to do it. had to fly to dodge and jump a few feet back

Liancheng practiced with Sikong on weekdays, but he didn't know that it was difficult to control the enemy, his feet just touched the ground, and he rushed towards the dark figure, and the cold light of the sword blade went straight to the heart.

Sikong broke his strength and ran his body, avoiding the cold light of the heart-devouring fire pattern. A palm slammed into Liancheng's wrist, shaking away the long sword on the man's wrist

Murong Liancheng was waiting for this moment, and the right hand did not exert all his strength, so it was not much damage to be pushed away by that palm technique. Lifting his luck from the lower left, he slammed his palm on the swarthy young man's abdomen, pushing the empty break a few feet away.

At the beginning, Sikong only wanted to stop his thoughts, and he didn't want to be a killer. At this time, he was shocked to boil, and the pain felt through his whole body, but fortunately, he was strong and healthy, and only suffered a slight internal injury. The corners of his mouth were red, and his eyes looked at Naliancheng with complicated expressions.

"It's a matter of time, whether you drank too much today and made it so unbearable. Liancheng held his right wrist, but his heart was in pain, but his face was still strong.

"If you stop it again, the sharpness of my sword will seal my throat with blood. Liancheng's eyes were full of anger, and his internal strength was swallowed, like a fierce beast, walking over with tiger steps.

Sikong didn't want to let him go, but he was unarmed. Only a pair of iron palms are opposite, if it is against a foolish martial artist, you can also use the power of your palm to resist it.

But now it is Murong Liancheng, who is just beginning to become a sword qi, if he doesn't want his own hands, he may be able to fight.

It's not that he hasn't tried it, he just uses his palm fingers to face the sword, and he only has one way to find it now. Lift the luck of the spirit, the internal strength of the palm blade, the body shape of the open and closed in the chest.

Liancheng knew that if he was not restrained, there would be no possibility of escape. Flying the sword, it is the long sword style in "Huangji Imperial Sword", dozens of sword blades are stacked with cold light, sprinkled all over Sikong Xuan's body.

Sikong Duan naturally knew this move, and wrapped his hands around the invisible sword qi, and his palm slashed horizontally and vertically, blocking the fire pattern sword blade that invaded the body. In the moonlight, I saw that the two of them were facing each other, and they couldn't tell the difference.

Liancheng didn't know that he was diligent in practicing palm techniques, and he could use his palm as a blade, and the sword momentum was even more terrifying, and he wanted to break the palm blade and defeat the enemy with one move.

Sikong took a decisive look at the young man's sword momentum, put his palms together, and clamped the heart-devouring sword blade in his palms. The dark face and brows were tightly locked, and under the angry eyes, he was like a Vajra Arhat, and his hard palm controlled the blade of the fire pattern. The blade of the sword is blocked, and it is difficult to advance an inch.

Liancheng Yunzhang wanted to attack again, but was resisted by the strength of the protector's body, and a palm slammed on the abdomen as if it were normal. In the end, he hadn't practiced his palm technique to such a level, but it was enough. This slap was enough to force the young man to take it hard. Liancheng retracted the sheath, but I don't know why.

Seeing that he had collected his sword, Sikong still held his palm and said, "If you don't want to think about it, I only haven't happened tonight, and everything is the same as before." ”

I saw that the corners of Liancheng's mouth were slightly raised, but there was a wry smile: "The matter has come to this, how can I start again." If you know what to do, bless your sister" Liancheng held the hilt of the dark sword in his right hand, and a sword cold light came out sharply, and the cold light came from the lower left side.

Sikong broke his eyes and looked at the invisible sword Qi flying over. This thing only has the sound of breaking through the sky, but it can't see how to get there. The young man did not dare to be careless, and moved his left palm against each other. The moment it touched, the intuitive blade broke through the air, and there was a half-inch scar on the palm that stretched from the tiger's mouth to the root of the tail finger. The palm was broken, but there was no blood, only the feeling of a sharp blade cutting through the skin.

Sikong Duan hurriedly used his right palm to protect his heart, and the remnants of the sword Qi attacked, cutting a bloody mark on his arm and middle finger. But the flesh and skin are blooming. Jian Qi only injured his hands, but did not hurt the vital points.

Lian Cheng saw a move to break the young man's iron palm, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Put the sword into the sheath, move under the foot, and move with one palm. A few steps to the place where the sky was broken, his waist sank, and a palm hit the young man's abdomen, blasting him open, and his back smashed down on the dark red palace gate like a marionette, and he spat blood and fell to the palace gate on the left side.

The corners of the dark mouth dripped, and the palms rested on the ground like a waste man, and the blood dyed the bluestone into scarlet dots, like the first bloom of red plums. There was still a wheezing sound in his mouth, but the breath was weak, and he didn't know when to swallow it.

Seeing him like this, the young man in military uniform did not want to stay any longer. If you can't bear it anymore, when the night watchman comes, you won't be able to leave this imperial city again. Jumping up the steps in a few steps, opening the palace gate and about to leave, his left foot was about to jump out of the palace gate, and he was caught by Sikong Blood.

The blood of the man on the earth was raised, and his lips twitched, and he said, "Although I die, I have no regrets." ”

Murong Liancheng worked his tiptoes and broke free. Straight out of the palace gate, several flying bodies disappeared into this high-rise Qiongyu.

When the black clouds covered the moon, it was difficult to see the silver beads rolling down from the corners of the young man's eyes, and the black afterimage that went away with the wind left the cage with the autumn wind.

In the distance, most of the ministers in the palace returned the same way. Sikong Yu stood at the door of the main hall, looking forward to the female official bringing back his beloved daughter.

Sikong Yao ended the banquet in a trance and thanked him. As the crowd was pushed out of the temple. was softly stopped by a thin-looking little eunuch. He just beckoned himself over, but didn't say much.

When Sikong Yao approached his side, he looked left and right, and whispered: "Your Highness entrusts me to give this thing to you, and I hope the girl must accept it." ”

The girl didn't know why at first, but when she saw the name on this dark book, Zhu Li exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly closed her mouth. The girl opened this book carefully, but found that this book was originally the first volume of "The Complete Law of Dashao". It turned out to be in his hands, no wonder he left in a hurry. Sikong Yao smiled at the corner of his mouth, and thanked him: "There is Father-in-law Lao." He turned around and walked away with the flow of people.

Sikong Yao walked through the corridor outside the hall where the dragon and phoenix were carved, and only then did he see his father at the door of the main hall, and hurriedly ran forward.

The old man didn't want to look directly at his beloved daughter, so he turned his back to the girl, but he heard her call to him behind him. The last person to step out of the palace gate was the imperial historian Xing Shangyi, who saw him step forward and say, "Congratulations to the general." Congratulations to Ling Yuan" Sikong Yu didn't want to be rude, so he turned around and replied: "The doctor's kind words are very grateful." ”

Xing Shangyi heard the hatred in his words, but he was not angry: "We are the way of ministers, kings, ministers, fathers, fathers, sons." After entering this Hou Gate, there will be no turning back, and the general will think about it. After saying that, he paced away, never looking back.

The girl wondered how Uncle Xing said this, and she returned home the same way as her father, but unfortunately today was her sixteenth birthday, and she and her brother only said a few words, and then parted again.

Murong Liancheng flew away, and after an hour, he exerted his strength, left the imperial city, and left this Yuliang capital.

It was midnight, and the boy didn't know where to go. Looking up at the full moon in the sky, it was very different from what I saw in the palace. The young man closed his eyes and couldn't help but feel for a while, in this world, where the moonlight is idle, there is a place to stay, so why care about such a trivial matter.

The puppet holds a sword in the world, and the smiling and proud rivers and lakes are gone.

If he succeeds in Lingyunzhi one day, he dares to laugh at Liancheng and not his husband.

The boy left the capital and flew under the moonlight for about half an hour. When he ran out of strength and didn't want to go any further, he flew down to the ground, but he saw a forest of tombstones here, and he didn't know where he went. Liancheng approached a huge stone tablet to take a closer look, but saw that the official book on it was engraved horizontally, but it was written that it was the place where the Lingyang Fu clan was sealed.

Lian Cheng got up and looked at the tombstones around him, and the person on the inscription in the moonlight was a surname. The young man had a hunch, how did he go to the place of his mother's ancestor again. It was really a coincidence, did he still need to face his ancestors when he left his hometown? Or did his ancestors want to comfort themselves when they saw that they were so sad.

The young man didn't care about the dark and cold cemetery, and the night breeze was cold and he found a leeward place to sleep, anyway, people were sleepy and tired, so he slept and made plans tomorrow. Sleeping with a long sword in his arms.

The breeze of the next morning blew on his face, and the young man's eyebrows were occasionally condensed with fog droplets, and his hair was dotted with pearls. The autumn morning breeze was very cool, blowing on the face and waking the boy up.

At this time, the trees are shady or you can see the daylight, maybe the forest is deep and dense, and the sun is not warm. In the morning, cuckoo birds chirp and mourn in the trees

The boy stretched, but he heard the rustle of fallen leaves in the woods, as if someone had stepped here. There was no one in front of me, and that was behind him.

He gently twisted his body and climbed to the top of the grave, but saw a grave in the distance, which was supposed to be a young man. There is no inscription in front of the tomb, and it is piled low. There was just a middle-aged man standing next to the grave, holding a black lacquered food box, who should have come early in the morning to worship.