As for Ying Chen, he really didn't know that the root of the poisoned apple was the real poison, and he had already returned home. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info said that it is home, but it is just a natural cave at the foot of the mountain.

He sat cross-legged outside the cave, tired, but through the treetops, he saw that the night was dissipating, and he regained his spirits, as if he was expecting something.

In front of him, there stood a huge white dove, more than a foot high, and its white feathers were as crystal clear as snow, bright and bright, and very beautiful. Coupled with a red beak and pale golden eyes, it looks quite extraordinary.

This is the royal pigeon, which is extremely precious, much larger than the pigeon from the outside world. And the speed of the flight is extremely fast, and it can fly for months or even a year, which is very magical.

When Yingchen was young, he had heard his mother say that the carrier pigeons of the royal family came from the ancient era of immortals and gods, and they were partners of the royal family for generations.

He was smuggled out when he was in exile. At that time, a total of two newborn carrier pigeons, one male and one female, were taken away.

The male is called Dabai, and the female is called Xiaobai.

These pigeons are very spiritual and can understand human speech. In this chaotic and forbidden place, it also saves a lot of trouble.

Every time he goes out, he doesn't take carrier pigeons with him, because the speed of the other party is so fast that even if he himself enters the killing state, it can't be compared.

So there's never anything to worry about.

The carrier pigeon in front of him was male, it was white, and it also noticed that the sky was gradually brightening, so it lifted its spirit, raised its head, and its eyes were extremely excited.

After a while, I saw a thin white dove flying from the sky outside the forbidden land, which seemed to have flown for a long, long time, and its white feathers lost its brilliance, and its small eyes were dim.

The white dove slowly crossed the first mountain, and fell to Yingchen's eyes like a dying breath, with a faint low cry from the beak of the bird, and a bamboo tube the thickness of a thumb was tied to its red claws.

This is another hen pigeon, Xiaobai. It is a little smaller than Dabai, and it has just flown over thousands of mountains and rivers and come from a distant royal palace, which has lasted for half a year.

The royal palace is in the center of the Sanctuary, and the forbidden place is in the north of the Sanctuary.

Even the homing pigeons in the palace take half a year, and if they are ordinary mortals, they will not be able to reach them in a lifetime. Even for a monk, even for a powerful monk, it takes decades, and it is extremely far away.

Only the existence of the prince level can be reached in a few days.

Otherwise, unless it is teleported at great expense, he was exiled by his father back then, and he was teleported here. and the assassination of him again and again by the Prince of Wupin, if nothing else, it should also be teleported.

Ying Chen gently stroked Xiaobai, ground the herbs that had been prepared into puree, fed them to the other party's mouth, put some plump grains aside, and then took off the bamboo tube tied to the claws.

Da Bai gathered around and pecked at each other's messy feathers, as if helping to comb them. In his eyes, he looked at it lovingly, showing a distressed look, and whispered intermittently to each other.

Ying Chen's eyes flickered, very excited, but his hands trembled a little. He knew very well how precious this letter was.

This is a letter from the palace, which is his only contact with his family, in addition to the carrier pigeon flying through mountains and rivers for half a year, as well as the handwriting of the mother and concubine, and the deep longing revealed in the handwriting.

Every time it is sent safely, every time it is sent back safely. Among them, as long as there is a problem in one link, there may be no news, and it may even bring serious trouble to the mother.

After all, he was exiled by his father, or rather completely abandoned. The status of the concubine in the palace has plummeted, and if it is discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, these letters over the years have been sent to his former little maid Qian'er, and then brought them with him and handed them to his mother.

Fortunately, these trivialities in the palace are basically done by subordinates, and they will not be noticeable. And Qian'er was also brought up by the mother concubine, in the past, Yingchen basically treated the other party as a sister.

He slowly opened the bamboo slip, took out the letter paper that was rolled into thin strips, and opened it without hurry, the white paper and black characters were still familiar handwriting, but the strength seemed to be lighter.

"Mother concubine ......" Ying Chen sighed secretly in his heart, his face was a little more sad, he could see from the handwriting that the mother concubine's body was afraid that it was not as good as before.

The letter paper is limited, and the number of words on the paper is naturally very small, and it is about the same as usual, and it is all some words of concern.

Similar.

But he knew that the letter he was seeing now was written by his mother half a year ago, and he knew nothing about everything that had happened in the past six months.

It was a long time, when it was dark, that he put away the letter, got up and went back to the cave, lay down on a blanket made of tiger skin, and closed his eyes.

He was tired.

......

I don't know how long it has been, day and night have changed, he has slept soundly, as if he dreamed of going home and dreaming of his mother.

When he woke up, it was already dusk, and outside the cave, bright red fiery clouds filled the sky, and the afterglow was so great that the mountains and forests were dyed orange.

Yingchen raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist again, and did not get up, but looked at the rock wall above his head in a daze.

There are many things that he clearly wants to change, but he can't do anything about it. Just like for the concubine, he obviously wanted to go back and see, but he couldn't take that step.

He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of dying before he reached his goal, and he hadn't become strong enough to go home.

Ying Chen thought for a while, and saw that the sky outside the cave had darkened again, and it was night. Only then did he slowly get up, patted a few tiger hairs that had been brought up from his robe, and walked out.

Seeing that Xiaobai was sleeping quietly and hadn't woken up yet, Dabai was standing aside like a thief, taking care of everything.

Tang Mingzhe didn't come back, the other party has been elusive recently, I don't know what he's doing, and he doesn't bother to care.

He prefers night to daylight, even though the night sky has never seen stars.

When he had nothing to do, Ying Chen threw out the storage bags of Yu Qiu and Zhao Tiezhu from his storage ring.

I didn't take a closer look at it at the time, but now I take a look and find that this Zhao Tiezhu is really rich in flowing oil, even if it is a storage bag, it is all made of fine silk as fabric.

Light as a feather, in the night, with a faint light blue light.

Celestial silk is a tribute to the royal family, not first-class, but it is also by no means an ordinary thing. Before he was exiled, he often saw him.

When he opened the light blue storage bag, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, quite satisfied. There are 10,000 taels of silver, 1,000 taels of gold, 100 pieces of medium-grade spirit jade, and 10 pieces of medium-grade gold pills.

Although he was once prosperous and wealthy, but after being exiled, it plummeted, and these gold and silver jewelry, which he would not care about before, are now extremely precious.

Even if there is a single piece of silver looted from those killers in recent years, it is not as much as this time.

In addition, there is also a blue-black iron token, on which is carved a blood-colored eye, and it looks like a bloody mouth, which is quite hideous.

"The token of the underworld...... "Ying Chen muttered, without much surprise.

The so-called underworld refers to an alien force in the holy region, with an extraordinary origin, and a wide range of strange people.

Relying on the memories he learned about Zhao Tiezhu's soul search before, after Zhao Tiezhu returned to the west, in order to seek a backer, he spent a lot of money in exchange for the false position of a tribute elder from the underworld and got some shelter.

Nothing else.

Ying Chen is not afraid of the underworld to kill him because of this, like this kind of tribute elder, in fact, there are similar positions in the palace, all of them are in name only, just trying to be a fox and a fake tiger.

For the underworld, it is dispensable.

......

Looking at Yu Qiu's storage bag again, it is very simple, which is diametrically opposed to Zhao Tiezhu's. The things inside were also sparse and ordinary, except for a roll of yellowed bamboo slips, some broken silver and ordinary healing pills.

Only one cyan sword book is quite good, but when I opened it, I found that it was a fragment, and only a third was left.

Ying Chenchu turned a few pages and found that it was ordinary, and it couldn't be compared with the secrets in the palace at all.

There is also a piece of mutton fat jade taken from Yu Qiu's neck, which is delicate and extraordinary, but it is only relative.

This harvest, in addition to the token of the Difu, only the ten medium-grade gold pills are most concerned. Jindan is a healing holy relic, and in this wild, it is the most scarce.

He took out a few gold pills and put them in his pocket, and put the others away together, facing the night wind, feeling relaxed and happy.

......

At this moment, I saw that above the top of the first mountain, a pale yellow whirlpool suddenly appeared, whistling, and it was extremely conspicuous under the dark night.

In an instant, the mountains and fields in all directions were alarmed, and a wave of hostile beast roars were heard.

The pale yellow vortex exuded a hint of the king's breath, very faint, but it still made Yingchen's hairs stand up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked back suddenly.

"Win the dust, long time no see. ”

With these familiar and unfamiliar words, a young man in a yellow robe stepped out of the whirlpool without hurry.

The young man is as flawless as a piece of jade, and his skin is very white. The eyebrows are printed with a touch of gold, and the black hair is left under the earlobe, clean and neat.

The yellow robe is embroidered with three pythons with teeth and claws, which is more luxurious than the purple robe of Yingchen.

All are the king's sons!

The brown pupils reveal an innate pride. At this moment, he stood with his hands in his hands, with a smile, and looked at Yingchen condescendingly.

"For your father, the king, come and kill me?" After Ying Chen saw the young man on the top of the mountain, his previous surprise disappeared in an instant, and he returned to the appearance of the ancient well without waves, and opened his mouth indifferently.