The night is getting deeper.

The tide of Yingshui rose and fell, and the sound of the water gradually cooled down the enthusiasm in Yueyang City.

Soon after the purple glow in the city receded, the excitement also dispersed, and people retreated from the flower streets and temple fairs one after another. The little people can't help but be curious about those mysterious and secret things in the rivers and lakes, and it is related to the old man who has been hidden in the Tianshan Mountain for 20 years, no one can resist this curiosity. The timid or just go home and don't hear anything outside the window and huddle up in the bed to sleep. However, the bold people still occupy the majority, squatting at the door of their own house and munching melon seeds, or finding a teahouse alone to order fennel beans and eavesdropping on something nearby. What's more, he sneaked directly to the edge of Yingshui, and craned his neck to look at the night banquet platform in the middle of the river, wanting to see what the Tao was. All in all, the words of the sage invisibly added thick black clouds to the wind and rain in Yueyang City, and while suppressing the thunderstorm that was about to fall, it also suppressed the storm that would come sooner or later into a thunderstorm that was about to fall...

Lei faintly, flustered, panicked.

Just like the water flowing from the north to the east, flowing into the seventy states of the southern region, the states and states are endless, and the heads and heads are connected. It's like a never-ending cycle, you can't contain it and suppress it, you can only wait silently, waiting for the flash flood and tsunami caused by its torrential rain!

"Whoa..."

In the heart of the Yingshui River, the high platform is thousands of feet.

The tiger body is mighty, and he is proud.

The waves of water slapped round after round against the mahogany dragon pillar under the high platform, and the water splashed and fell soon after, but the high platform stood still. On the high platform, the dragon robe flutters in the wind, and the crouching tiger waits and watches. Invite the bright moon, show the king's flag, and look at the heroes in the world.

King Yueyang.

For many people, these three words represent an extreme contradiction.

Twelve years ago, he gave up his dignity as a man and sent his wife to the palace in exchange for a glimmer of life, and he has survived to this day. Twelve years later, he gathered tens of millions of lion in the southern region, openly rebelled, and pointed his sword at Kyoto. He has both the cowardice of greedy life and fear of death, but also the bloodthirsty spirit of thousands of miles. There is not only the patience of ten years and one day, but also the arrogance of shouting the world. The two extremely contradictory personalities have been buried in his body for more than ten years, and it is really difficult for people to understand which is his nature. Therefore, the three words King Yueyang represent more of a treacherous and terrifying taste at this time.

"The hidden master seeks to be high. ”

Looking at Xia Yuan under the high platform, King Yue Yang hesitated for a long time and finally spit out four words. The words are very strange, there is no beginning and no tail, it feels as if he and Xia Yuan have made some agreement. It's just that Xia Yuan didn't buy his account, and he didn't even look at King Yueyang. He turned his head directly to look at the dance banquet on the big boat, and shouted calmly: "Have you seen it? Although time has passed, although things are different from people, and although he has the support of saints today, the boat you are sitting on is still unstable. So, no matter what you plan to do in the future, I think you should think it through. Dajiangdong went to the waves, and there were not many heroes left. ”

Xia Yuan had something else to say, compared to what King Yue Yang had said before, his words were much more direct, at least many of the people in the rivers and lakes present could understand the deep meaning.

"Sasha..."

On the big ship, the beauty sits peacefully. The maids on both sides waved their long fans lightly, and the breeze of the fan rose and fell, blowing the long purple clothes and ribbons of the dance banquet, like colorful flags on the plateau, fluttering softly. The picture is quiet and soft, but it is incompatible with the atmosphere of Yingshui tonight, she is like a violet growing in the middle of the sea, quiet and elegant, and not afraid of wind and waves.

"Time passes, things are not people?"

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyes of the dance banquet looking at Xia Yuan revealed an incomprehensible emotion, like the ruthlessness of the falcon in the moment before foraging, like the hesitation of the falling child from time to time, and like the playfulness of an old cat playing with mice. Asking rhetorically, she paused for a moment, then smiled lightly and continued: "This doesn't look like you said it, and it's not good. Although time has passed, but the world is still the same world, where did it come from? Things are still that thing, people are still those people, you are still standing opposite me, where are these people?

“......”

Xia Yuan frowned slightly.

Obviously, Xia Yuan's unruliness in the past couldn't be lifted up in front of the dance banquet. Maybe this is the so-called one thing descending to one thing, and what Xia Yuan is afraid of is the wisp of memories of the dance banquet. After thinking for a long time, Xia Yuan said stiffly: "Go back to Dongzhou." ”

"Huh. Wu Yan smiled gloomily: "Are you asking me to go back to Dongzhou and die alone?"

Xia Yuan's brows were even deeper, as if he had something to say. After thinking about it again, he said affirmatively: "Temporarily go back to Dongzhou to stay, when the world is peaceful, the east soil is southern, the west is boundless, and the yellow spring is empty." ”

After Xia Yuan finished speaking, he opened his mouth and asked with a smile almost without a break in the dance banquet: "When is it for the time being? Today, tomorrow, ten years, or a hundred years? ”

“......”

At this point in the dialogue, although there are only two short back and forth, the momentum between the two sides is already very clear.

Wu Yan only asked and didn't say anything, but every question she asked was like a sharp sword with a quick attack, forcing Xia Yuan to stick to it step by step. As for Xia Yuan, his brows were deeply furrowed, and the tightly locked pimples almost connected the two eyebrows into an inverted crescent. But this was not surprising, because everyone present could smell some unresolved grudge from the conversation between the two. And decades ago, Xia Yuan had never won against this woman.

"It's coming. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Xia Yuan's face finally precipitated a touch of tenacity, as if he had decided something. Hundreds of zhang apart, he looked directly at the dance banquet with his eyes and shouted: "Beiguan is crumbling, the overall situation is about to restart, my family's holy ancestor has taught the children of Beimang for 20 years, and the army of tigers and wolves is tens of thousands. Now the time, the place, the people are all ready, the general trend has been achieved, and next year's heavy snow will be the time of peace in the world! At that time, the world is so big, where you want to go for the dance banquet, I Xia Yuan will take you there!"

Full of pride, surging momentum, and this word came out!

"Domination?"

"When the snow falls next year, it will be the time of peace in the world?"

"He said he reigned in the world?"

"Could it be..."

“......”

Surprise!

Frightened!

As soon as Xia Yuan's words came out, tens of thousands of people in the audience suddenly fried the pot!

Although, Xia Yuan's deeds of crossing the Beimangguan alone have long been spread all over the world with the momentum of wind and thunder. And the people of the whole world have already faintly sensed the intention of the great conspirator who lived in seclusion in the north, and he will definitely make a big move! And the time of this action is likely to be in the harsh winter of next year! However, at this time, this speculation was confirmed from Xia Yuan's mouth, and it was not so surprising. Because the people of the whole world knew as early as 20 years ago that the reason why the great plotter wanted to escape into the wilderness of the north was to accumulate millions of lions in the north in case he would swing his sword to the south again one day, break through the north pass, take Chang'an, shed 70 million miles of loess, return to the valley of the southern regions, and give justice to countless unjust souls!

Therefore, the first half of Xia Yuan's words are just stating a well-known secret, and at most it can only cause a shocking effect, not to the point of shock. And what is really shocking and unbelievable is his last sentence...

"Next year's heavy snow will be the time of peace in the world"

The king here can only refer to the king, and only the king can come to the world.

And now, there are only two people in Datang who are qualified to be crowned kings. One is the dragon chair on the Jinluan Hall in Chang'an, Kyoto, tens of millions of miles away. The other is the prince who has been hiding in Yueyang for twelve years on the high platform in front of him. The former holds 70 million miles of rivers and mountains in the Tang Dynasty, ranking the supreme in the world, and he has nothing to ask for and no longer needs to ask for it, so it is impossible for Xia Yuan to be the king he said. And the latter, who has endured humiliation for 12 years, has now gathered 30 million miles of military power in the Southern Regions, and is pointing at Chang'an, wanting to take revenge. But judging from Xia Yuan's attitude towards King Yueyang tonight, it was full of disdain, so it was even less likely that he was referring to him.

However, if there is no wind and no waves, how can the wind come from?

Since Xia Yuan said this, there must be a reason for him. Since there is no such thing as a possibility for either of them, there may be only one answer.

Whoever reigns over the world must have someone else!

With the character of the great strategist in Beimang, although he is resolute and ruthless, he will definitely not do such a rebellious thing as plotting to usurp the throne. Otherwise, the old man on the Tianshan Mountain would be the first to oppose him. So my mind was wandering, and the silence didn't last long. In the dark, many people in the field have invariably extended this idea of solving the mystery to a person...

The Great Prince--Li Changkang!

He is the eldest brother of the prince on the current high platform and the current saint, and he is also the prince of the former dynasty. The shocking war twenty years ago and the overall situation of the world that is about to be restarted began because of him. There were rumors in the rivers and lakes that at the end of the war 20 years ago, he died of illness on the Wentian Mountain. If he is still alive now, then he is undoubtedly the most legitimate owner of the dragon chair on the Jinluan Hall today!

But...

"Isn't Li Changkang already dead?" Wu Yan squinted his eyes, a little unconfident: "Isn't he dead yet?"

"No, he's dead. Without waiting for Xia Yuan to respond, King Yueyang on the high platform stared at Xia Yuan and answered this question in a calm voice: "Poisonous blood attacks the heart, the heart and lungs are damaged, even the hidden master was unable to return to heaven back then, he will definitely die." ”

"Heh, then you're thinking too much. ”

Xia Yuan glanced at King Yueyang and smiled contemptuously, and said with disdain: "What is the big deal about the reincarnation of life and death? The three thousand two hundred and fourteen people here have been dead for twenty years, but aren't they still sitting here now?"

"Boom!"

“......”

Xia Yuan said, and the turmoil in the field suddenly fell silent.

Yes, Xia Yuan did say it well. Because, not long ago, everyone in the audience had just witnessed thousands of people who should have died twenty years ago, just tearing off their faces alive and returning to this world. That shock undoubtedly made them re-examine the clever plan of the great strategist in Beimang. Since these people who should have died are still alive, how could Prince Kang, who should not have died, die so easily? Since the great plotter of Beimang was able to count it to today 20 years ago and lay a foreshadowing for thousands of children in the rivers and lakes, why couldn't he calculate the life and death of that prince and lay a backhand for him to hide from the world and the sea?

The answer is a very affirmative one, he can!

"Where is he now?" I don't know how long it took, the King of Yueyang on the high platform seemed to be convinced of Xia Yuan's statement, and did not ask about the details of life and death, but directly asked a core question.

"Hehe..."Xia Yuan smiled contemptuously: "Far away in the sky, close in front of him, he has always been in Yueyang City, he has never left, you just can't see it." ”

"What?"

"That person is in Yueyang City?"

"It's... This..."

“......”