After some mutual temptation, Song Qingying and Fu Zhongtian left here together, under the escort of heavy iron horses, came to the palace of Tianhai City, which was originally the mansion of Wan Yan Jing, one of the five kings of Hou Jian, after the death of Wan Yan Jing, his descendants were cut off the title of the head by Wan Yan Beiyue, and this palace was also taken into public ownership, and after several expansions and reconstructions, it became the palace of Wan Yan Beiyue. It's just that Wanyan Beiyue has never been here in the past few decades, and now it is the first time to visit this palace.

Fu Zhongtian is actually a little curious about the place where the post-founding lord will meet here, according to his original guess, Wanyan Beiyue is more likely to see him in the Qingying Palace on the Great White Mountain, which is more hidden, and it is more in line with the identity of the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect of Wanyan Beiyue, but as one of the few people in the world who can sit on an equal footing with the Taoist sect leader, since Wanyan Beiyue has arranged it like this, Fu Zhongtian, as a guest, can only be a guest, in fact, the worst situation he expected, it is very likely that Wanyan Beiyue is not willing to see him at all, and let people send him out of the country, and now Wanyan Beiyue is willing to see him, which is already a good start, as long as you are willing to meet, then there is something to talk about.

The commander of the Tiefu Tu, who was in charge of escorting, had stopped outside the palace gate, and then under the guidance of Song Qingying, the group entered the palace unhindered and came to a large hall.

Song Qingying stopped, put on a solemn and respectful face, looked at Fu Zhongtian, and said softly: "Although the lord of the country ordered me to invite Fu Dazhenren to come, whether the lord of the country can see you or not depends on the meaning of the lord of the country, and I hope that Fu Dazhen will take care of it." ”

Fu Zhongtian said with a smile: "Although the Lord of Wanyan and I are of the same generation, in terms of age, we are seniors, and I know it in my heart." ”

"That's fine. Song Qingying smiled and climbed the steps, and several vigorous and round regular scripts of "Chongning Palace" and the five small characters of "Wanyan Beiyue Book" at the bottom of the left side of the plaque were clearly visible.

Fu Zhongtian couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling when he saw this scene, as the former governor of the Great Qi Secret Guard Mansion, he naturally knew what the word "Chongning" represented, which was the title of the sister of Xiao Yu, the emperor of the Great Qi Taizu. According to the calculation of relatives, his biological mother Yuchen Dazhen and Lin Yinping's biological mother are sisters, so Lin Yinping is his cousin, and Xiao Yu is his cousin-in-law, Xiao Yu has two younger sisters, namely Xiao Yue and Xiao Ru, after the establishment of the Great Qi Kingdom, they were named the eldest princess of Chongning and the eldest princess of Runing, and he can also be called a sister. Later, Xiao Xuan succeeded to the throne, and the eldest princess became the eldest princess, among which Xiao Ru, the eldest princess of Runing, died early due to illness, and the remaining eldest princess Xiao Yue of Chongning became the highest ranking person in the Xiao family today, and she is also the queen of Houjian.

Coming to the front of the palace gate, there were no eunuchs and palace maids who served here, Song Qingying personally reached out and pressed on the door, first slowly lifted the two huge doors a little, and then slowly pushed forward, and the two doors slowly moved away without a sound.

It's really big, but it's not like the layout of an ordinary hall.

In the middle of the house is not a Sumeru seat, let alone a dragon chair throne, only a simple rosewood seat with armrests around it.

Behind the seat is a large three-legged copper incense burner, the lid of which is hollowed out according to the image of gossip, and at this time, a faint purple smoke continues to emerge from the hollow. In the center of the north wall directly above the copper incense burner, there is a central hall with eight large characters written on it: "Xuanzhi and Xuan, the door of all wonders". This central hall is exactly the same as the three big characters of "Chongning Palace" on the plaque outside the hall, and it is also the handwriting of Wanyan Beiyue.

The four big pillars on both sides are about two zhang equidistant from each other, and the four big pillars are a little bit behind and there are four big white cloud copper four-legged furnaces, there are cyan flames burning in the furnace, and the green smoke curls up, blending with the purple smoke in the huge gossip furnace, making it more and more like the palace of a king, but like the essence of a cultivator.

Song Qingying stopped, and glanced at the woman in white who followed beside her, the woman in white had taken off the hat on her head at some point, revealing a face as beautiful as a crescent moon, full of green silk tied into a bun, at this time she held her breath and concentrated, and did not dare to make a sound to the east side of the main hall, where there was a long passage with a heavy veil, and at the end of the passage was the apse, that is, the retreat of Wanyan Beiyue on weekdays.

After a while, there was a sound of undisguised footsteps, and a tall and majestic old man slowly walked into the main hall, followed by the woman in white.

The old man walked straight to the red sandalwood chair and sat down, and then looked at this Daomen great true person who had quietly come to Houjian from thousands of miles away.

Fu Zhongtian didn't know why, after a little contact with the old man's gaze, a chill arose from the bottom of his heart from the inside out, as if there was a cool air like a substance from his tail vertebrae all the way up his spine, and finally completely exploded in the back of his head, like a mang's back, and his scalp was numb.

He himself doesn't know why this is the case, even when facing Xu Beiyou or the real person in charge, he doesn't have this feeling, maybe Qiu Ye is not hostile to him, and the realm of Taoism is also based on peace, maybe Xu Beiyou's combat power is strong, but after all, he is inferior to the other two saints in the realm cultivation, maybe Xu Beiyou and Qiu Ye do not directly grasp the worldly power, far less than the majesty that the old man has accumulated over the decades.

Fu Zhongtian took a breath lightly, quickly suppressed the chill in his heart, and tried his best to keep himself in a peaceful state of mind, after all, in front of "living immortals" like Wanyan Beiyue, once his mind was taken away, it would be difficult to recover, and it would be even more difficult to talk about it next.

Song Qingying took a step forward and said respectfully: "Lord Qiqi, the Fu Dazhen you want to see has been invited by Qingying. ”

Fu Zhongtian also took a step forward and saluted respectfully: "Daomen Fu Zhongtian has seen the Lord of the Wanyan Country. ”

Wanyan Beiyue nodded, which was considered to be the next step.

Fu Zhongtian returned to his original position, unimpressed. As we all know, this Wanyan Country Lord himself has an indifferent temperament, and if he is replaced by Murong Xuanyin, who is diametrically opposed to his temperament, he will never make people so difficult to get close to.

After a moment of silence, Wanyan Beiyue slowly spoke, "Please take a seat." ”

The woman in white immediately moved an embroidery pier for Fu Zhongtian with light steps and placed it behind Fu Zhongtian.

After Fu Zhongtian thanked him, he slowly sat down.

The woman in white stepped aside, standing on both sides of Wanyan Beiyue's side with Song Qingying, one left and one right.

Wanyan Beiyue and Fu Zhongtian sat opposite each other, and introduced the two of them to him, Song Qingying didn't need to say much, this woman in white was Chi Qingnu, the master of Baiyue Hall in the twelve halls of Xuanjiao, and they were all Wanyan Beiyue's henchmen and humerus, if Fu Zhongtian had anything to say, he could say it directly.

Fu Zhongtian hesitated slightly, and then took out an envelope sealed with fire paint from his sleeve, engraved with the four seal characters "Real Autumn Leaves".

Fu Zhongtian presented the envelope with both hands, "This is a handwritten letter from the real person in charge, please take a look at it." ”