Jincheng, a suburb of the city.

Suddenly there was a ripple in the void, like a huge wave suddenly on the calm sea.

Suddenly, there was a huge wave.

The entire sky was originally extremely clear, but after the ripples, a hole suddenly cracked, and the chaotic purple qi was filled and churned.

A treasure ship with a red body was shrouded in fireflies, emerging from nothingness.

The hull of the ship is more than 300 feet, and in the sky, it covers the sky and the sun.

In Jincheng, the prison martial arts pavilion that made countless people in the rivers and lakes daunted.

An old man in a blue robe was sitting cross-legged in it, his eyes closed, motionless like a sculpture.

With the appearance of this treasure ship, the blue-robed old man seemed to feel something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity, got up slowly, took a step forward with his hands behind his back, and disappeared.

Then, the appearance appeared in the void in front of the treasure ship.

"Stop!"

Inside the red treasure ship, a majestic voice sounded.

The sound fell, and the giant ship floated sideways in mid-air, still.

The old man looked at all this with a calm face, and when a middle-aged man dressed in crimson came out of the bow of the boat, he bowed his head slightly and said softly: "Jincheng Prison Martial Pavilion, Wan Jian, I have seen Ling Tianhou." ”

This middle-aged man is not very heroic, on the contrary, his appearance is extremely ordinary, only a pair of eyes that are slightly narrower than ordinary men, which makes people feel quite extraordinary, regardless of men and women, as if he will be unsettled as long as he looks at him.

Hehe chuckled, and the middle-aged man in a big coat lightly arched his hand at the blue-robed old man standing above the void, and said, "Lord Wange, in the past, Emperor Yan was in the city, and ten years have passed, why don't you come on the boat to have a drink with Ben Hou today?"

On the top of the big fire, embroidered is a firebird bathed in the burning red flame, the southern region of the Great Xia totem, the vermilion bird.

Looking at the entire Southern Regions, there are only twenty-one people who can wear such a big hat, and all of them are extremely noble existences in the dynasty.

Because, this great man, only the twenty-one heirs under the knee of the current Great Xia Holy Emperor are qualified to wear it.

And the middle-aged man in front of him is the sixth son of the current Saint Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan.

When he looked at this sword and wore a short sword no more than a foot long at his waist, the pupils of Wan Jian's eyes shrank slightly, he groaned for a while, nodded, and said, "It's okay......"

The short sword, unsheathed, was tied to Jiang Zhan's waist with a red rope like that, with no blade or blade, and it didn't even have the sword that an ordinary sword should have, just like Ling Tian, the sixth prince of Great Xia, seemed to be unremarkable.

Only those who are familiar with the origin of this sword know its horror.

There is a way that is a great ingenuity hidden in clumsiness, and it is this short sword with the name of fish intestines that has pierced the hearts of countless overlord supremes in the past thousands of years.

This is a sword that was assassinated by even one of the seven overlords during the Warring States period in the Northern Regions.

That peerless King of Chu, who was able to compete with the Great Qin Shi Huang, who had now opened up the entire Northern Regions, without falling behind at all, and was only half a step away from being able to soar to immortality, died under this sword.

The Tianji Tower, which is known as the ancient machine of today, has produced a volume of Kyushu famous sword lists.

Fish intestine sword, ranked eighth on the list.

Historically, anyone who is qualified to hold this sword has been the most dazzling existence in an era.

And in this life, the Lord of the Fish Intestine Sword is the same as this sword, Jiang Zhan, the sixth prince of the Southern Regions of Great Xia, who seems to be unremarkable.

To the south of the Southern Regions, there are many barbarian tribes in the Southern Barbarians.

Thirteen years ago, the Southern Barbarian King led his troops to rebel.

Attract millions of barbarian soldiers to invade the four southern states of Great Xia.

That time, it was the commander of the six princes who set out from Vermilion Bird City, and returned victorious in less than three years, killing the entire Nanban tribe until there was not a single soldier to fight, and even brought back the head of the lord of the Nanban who called himself the Dragon Elephant King.

And the one who cut off the head of the dragon elephant king is also this fish intestine sword.

Since then, the land of 500,000 miles of Nanban has been changed to Great Xia and has become the fifth state in the south of the imperial dynasty, Nanzhan Prefecture.

It was at that time that Jiang Zhan, who was no more than ten years old, was awarded the title of Ling Tianhou.

The land of 500,000 in Nanzhan Prefecture has also become a fiefdom of Ling Tianhou.

Jiang Zhan became the third prince to be awarded the title of marquis in this life of the Southern Regions, since the third prince Jiang Ye and the eighth prince Jiang Li.

Stepping on the void as if walking on the ground, the old man's figure floated forward slightly, and he stood on the bow of the boat, opposite the middle-aged man.

At the moment, there are not many people on board.

Except for Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan, there are only nine people.

But there were only two people who could stand.

One was a middle-aged scribe with a somewhat pale face, holding a glass wine cup in his hand, looking at Wan Jian and smiling without saying a word.

In the wine cup, there is a vermilion elixir, which ripples slightly.

He was obviously standing there, standing behind Jiang Zhan.

But with the cultivation of Wan Jian when he first entered the princely realm, he couldn't see the face of this middle-aged man at all.

Or, one second you just saw clearly, but the next second you no longer remember what he looked like.

Cultivating to become a prince and prince, he can naturally be called a master, and it is natural to not forget it, but it is ineffective in front of this middle-aged scribe.

The other person, who was not very old, but in his early twenties, was also dressed in a vermilion coat, but he was not embroidered with the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and painted with six blazing fire patterns.

The remaining seven people, all wearing red iron armor and carrying the Yuanyue scimitar, knelt respectfully on one knee on both sides of the deck, their heads hanging slightly, and did not dare to make any transgressions.

Seeing Wan Jian staring at him, the middle-aged scribe smiled leisurely, held the wine cup in his hand, and said softly: "I have long heard of the name of the Lord of the Ten Thousand Pavilions, and today I am fortunate to see the three lives, and I also invite the Lord of the Ten Thousand Pavilion to drink this cup with Xiaosheng, don't shirk." ”

As he spoke, he clapped his hands lightly, and out of the void was a pink-clothed maid who respectfully dragged a wine plate and wore a light veil like a picture.

The maid smiled, dragged the wine tray in her hand and walked in front of Wan Jian, and bowed down slightly.

On the wine plate, there is a bottle of wine with vermilion syrup.

Ten thousand swords did not reach out to take them, and the maid did not move at all.

After being silent for a while, Wan Jian took the wine cup, raised his hand at Jiang Zhan and the middle-aged scribe, and said, "Master Hou, sir, please!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank all the elixir in the cup, and gently wiped his mouth with his sleeve, the master in charge of the Jincheng Prison Martial Pavilion smiled and said, "Sweet and mellow, and not strong, it is really good wine." ”

Jiang Zhan picked up the wine cup and raised it all, chuckled, and said, "If the Lord of the Ten Thousand Pavilion likes it, I will send someone to send a few altars to Jincheng in the coming day." ”

After saying that, he suddenly patted his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he patted the shoulder of the middle-aged scribe next to him, and said, "Hehe, I patronized the old days, and I forgot to introduce to the Lord of the Ten Thousand Pavilions, this is the guest secretary in my house, Mr. Yun." ”

When he heard Mr. Yun's three words, Wan Jian's originally calm face changed imperceptibly.

He'd heard the name, and it wasn't the first time he'd heard it.

According to rumors from the outside world, Ling Tianhou never regarded Mr. Yun as a subordinate, but always treated him as a brother.

It is precisely because of the existence of this person that Jiang Zhan was able to calm Nanban for three years and become a marquis as a young man.

It was also this Mr. Yun who single-handedly founded the Wentian Pavilion that was later famous in the Five Domains.

For the six princes of the Great Xia Dynasty, a group of capable people and strangers were gathered under his command.

Even if it is as strong as single-handedly taking charge of the Martial Arts Pavilion of the entire rivers and lakes in the Southern Regions.

So far, there is no way to know the real name of Mr. Yun.

Perhaps, only in the General Pavilion of Yandi City, the white-robed overseer who has not been born for a hundred years, but can still sit and watch the world, can know.

With a move in his mind, Wan Jian put the wine cup back on the tray, and said with a chuckle: "Today, Wan Mou is in retreat, but without a whim, the inner body qi and blood are churning, and if you calculate carefully, it turns out that there are guests coming to the door, and Hou Ye doesn't know what happened when he came to the border this time?"

Although his face was calm, since he knew that Jiang Zhan's side was the mysterious Mr. Yun, Wan Jian's heart had already been turbulent.

Now Jiang Ye, the third prince of Great Xia, to whom the border land belongs, is in charge of the army, and he is in a high position in the border army of the eighth generation.

The sword of the tyrant is reckless, and it has a very high momentum in the border army.

There are also Jiang Yao, the Nine Emperor Princes, and Dugu Yin, the Dugu clan of the three states of the Northland, who lead the position of overseer and assist on the side.

Although, the relationship between the border and the region is indeed complicated today.

In the imperial dynasty, all forces have installed people and are intertwined.

But under the management of a few adults, seventy percent of the forces in the border areas are also in their own way, like an iron bucket that is unbreakable.

For example, in the various cities in the border area, many pavilion masters are subordinate to the border army of the eight generations.

And the master of Jincheng Prison Martial Pavilion Wan Jian, his full name is Dugu Wan Jian.

Seriously calculated, it is still Jiang Ye and Jiang Yao, the two maternal uncles of the royal family.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, if it was just Jiang Zhan who came alone, he would not have any doubts.

Among the many princes, I only heard that in recent years, the eighth prince Jiang Li, has been at odds with several princes in the border areas.

The sixth prince Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan, although his power cannot be underestimated among the many princes of the dynasty, and the third prince Jiang Ye and the ninth prince Jiang Yao have a relationship that is not close but not estranged, and it has always been well water and not river water.

So even if Jiang Zhan came to Jincheng to do something, Wan Jian could turn a blind eye to it, and regarded it as if he had indeed come to visit his brother.

But this time, it's different.

Even Mr. Yun, who is said to have sat in the Heavenly Pavilion all the year round, has never been out of the Pavilion for several years, and came with him.

The picture must be not small.

Ten Thousand Swords naturally couldn't act as if nothing had happened.

On the contrary, he had already secretly transmitted the message back to the Prison Martial Pavilion.

Instructed his subordinates to notify the news to the Weicheng Military Houfu and the Vermilion Bird City Flame Overseer Mansion as soon as possible.

At this moment, he carefully recalled the information sent from below recently, whether there was a heavy treasure that could attract Jiang Zhan.

can think about it for a while, except for the relics of an ancient god king who is said to have fallen in Cangyue Lake at the junction of the north and south regions in the Middle Domain.

It seems that during this time, there were no major treasures in the border land.

Seeing that Wan Jian lowered his head and was silent, he seemed to have already guessed his thoughts.

Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan lightly flicked the fish intestine sword on his waist with his fingertips.

Then he pulled over the young man who had been standing quietly beside him before, smiled softly, and said: "Lord Wange, don't have any doubts about Benhou, this time I came to the border, just because Mr. Yun recently calculated that I, a dog, have a good match in your Jincheng realm, and I have come to propose marriage, and I will visit my two brothers by the way, and I have nothing else to think about." ”

The young man dressed in a vermilion coat, the corners of his mouth were uplifted, and he finally spoke: "Junior Jiang Chufeng, I have seen ten thousand seniors." ”

I hadn't noticed it before, but when I took a closer look, it shocked Wan Jian's heart.

This young man, who was destined to be one of the influential figures in the Southern Regions for the next hundred years since birth, has a face that is countless times more handsome than Jiang Zhanlai.

Like his father, he has a pair of eyes that make people feel uncertain and intimidating.