It's a study with shelves full of books. If you look closely at www.biquge.info books on the shelves, you can see that almost all of them have small pieces of paper that are exposed.

Bu Yuntian, who woke up, was sitting on a chair in the study, looking at everything around him, with a nostalgic look in his eyes. It's full of memories of him. Reading was his only pleasure at that time, and he spent nearly ten years alone in his study. For nearly ten years, he has been reading books and spending time in a sea of books.

In front of him was a desk, and there was an open book on the desk, and there was a white paper next to it, on which were written words, which seemed to be understanding, and the ink had not yet dried, as if it had just been written.

Bu Yuntian reached out and gently closed the book with nostalgia, and when he saw the name of the book, his eyes shrank suddenly.

He smiled lightly, his eyes revealing an inexplicable emotion. Originally, he thought that his life would be spent in a sea of books, but on this day his goal changed. Even if he doesn't have a spiritual root, he still has to cultivate immortals. He cultivates immortals not for immortality, but for no one to control his destiny.

Gently opened the book, Bu Yuntian watched it carefully, and waited patiently.

This book is a grotesque notebook, and it is full of stories of people, fairies, demons, ghosts and Buddhas, some of which are made up, and some of which have indeed happened.

Shemale Love, Biography of White Snake, the story of a scholar and White Snake in love;

People and ghosts fall in love, A Chinese Ghost Story, the story of a scholar and a ghost in love.

But for the love and love mentioned in the book, even now, Bu Yuntian still seems to understand it.

Time passed minute by minute, Bu Yuntian gently turned, and at this moment there were different feelings in my heart. I think when he saw it at the beginning, he saw it as a relief from boredom, and he didn't believe in what was inside. But embarking on this road, looking at it at this moment, there is some truth in this book.

After a book was opened, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside the door.

"It's coming. Bu Yuntian's eyes changed, he sighed slightly in his heart, and put the books next to him.

With a snap, a middle-aged man in armor broke in directly, and when he saw Bu Yuntian sitting on the chair, he immediately bowed down, and said in a respectful tone: "By Your Majesty's instructions, secretly escort the sixteenth prince to the imperial capital." I also hope that His Highness will not embarrass his subordinates. ”

Bu Yuntian didn't answer for a while, and his thoughts went back to a long, long time ago.

Ever since Bu Yuntian followed his mother out of the palace and came to this place when he was three years old, he had never seen his father again. I was summoned by my father today, but this time was also the last time. But if there was a choice, Bu Yuntian knew that the father emperor would not summon the son born to him, a lowly palace maid.

Bu Yuntian got up, took the lead and walked outside, turned his head to look at the general who was still kneeling, and said lightly: "Let's go." ”

After speaking, Bu Yuntian smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth turned upward, and he thought of what he did at that time. It's just that he is no longer immature now.

"Yes. The general replied with a respectful face, but his gaze at Bu Yuntian was a little strange.

When he came, he had inquired about the news of the Sixteenth Prince. Since coming here, the mother of the sixteenth prince died of illness, and the sixteenth prince stayed in the study almost all day and rarely went out. At this time, when he saw him, the general, he had to listen to the news of the Jingmian Sheng, and his face was so plain, and there was a hint of unusualness in the blandness.

Although he was surprised in his heart, the general didn't say anything, Bu Yuntian cooperated, this couldn't be better. If he refuses, he will take action himself. Recently, he knew that a major event had happened in the imperial capital, and maybe the sixteenth prince in front of him could take a step forward. He didn't want to offend Bu Yuntian.

Stamped, horses' hooves sounded.

Bu Yuntian, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the curtains, looked at the mansion that was getting farther and farther away, and there was a hint of emotion in his eyes. Compared with the panicked self before, he is now extremely quiet, and he has done something that he has not done before, pruning his mother's grave once, and snorting a few times.

Let go of your hand, and the curtains automatically block out the light outside. Bu Yuntian's eyes showed a contemplative light, he knew that this was the second tribulation of the Golden Body Tribulation, but he didn't understand why he returned to this moment and experienced everything before. But one thing he can be sure of is that this calamity will not be worse than the second calamity, and perhaps the real beginning will be in the palace.

Bu Yuntian looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to have penetrated everything, he looked at the imperial capital, and looked at his father who was sitting on the dragon chair and did not match his memory.

Along the way, unimpeded, after many checkpoints, finally arrived at the imperial city on the tenth day.

Bu Yuntian was warned by the general in the carriage not to stick out his head, nor to look out the window, just sit quietly. Bu Yuntian was also very obedient, he didn't make any actions that violated the rules, and at this moment, he didn't want to cause additional changes because of his actions.

After all, this second level is in the dark, and he is in the clouds. Things follow the development of memory in favor of his actions.

Gradually, the carriage stopped, Bu Yuntian was called out of the car, and a set of pitch-black cloaks was put on his body. So that no one can see him, although it is already dark at this moment. Then the general took him by the hand and went to a place where the Golden Luan Treasure Hall was in the palace.

The Jinluan Treasure Hall was still brightly lit at the moment, and at this moment an old man who looked old was sitting on the dragon chair, his eyes revealing an expectant gaze, as if he was waiting for someone.

The pitch-black cloak was removed, and the general said respectfully and immediately retreated. At this moment, in the empty Jinluan Treasure Hall, only the figures of two people were stretched for a long time under the light of the candlelight.

Bu Yuntian looked up at the old man sitting on the chair in front of him, revealing twilight, and his eyes changed slightly. This is his father, Emperor Bu Tianxiong.

In the memories before the age of three, Bu Yuntian's father was a vigorous middle-aged man, with a body like a mountain, as if even if anything in the world pressed on his body, it would not crush his backbone. The sharp eyes are like eagles soaring in the sky, which will fly forever in the vast sky and never fall.

But now only about ten years have passed, and his father has changed a lot. It wasn't aging, it was like there was something in his heart, as if an invisible force had crushed his backbone and made him what he is now.

Now Bu Yuntian knows what the reason is.

After a long silence, Bu Tianxiong, sitting on the chair, slowly opened his mouth, his voice revealing a deep exhaustion, and at the same time, an aura of coercion belonging to the emperor enveloped the entire Jinluan Treasure Hall.

"Why haven't you seen me for ten years, and don't say hello to my father?"

Hearing this, Bu Yuntian showed a slight sneer, shook his head, did not speak, and made a different action in his memory.

In his memory, he was pressed by the aura of coercion, and he shouted timidly, 'Father, good'.

But now this coercion is of no use to Bu Yuntian. In his opinion, Bu Xiongtian is not worth his call at all. Bu Yuntian didn't recognize the old man in front of him at all in his heart. Bu Xiongtian is not worthy of being his father at all.

Even if he risks violating the practices that are not in line with his memory, Bu Yuntian has to do it.

Bu Xiongtian paused slightly, his eyes revealed a look of surprise, and after a long time, his voice revealed a sadness and opened his mouth: "Do you know that your royal brothers and brothers are all dead? ”

"Oh. Bu Yuntian casually said perfunctorily, and his face was not a little heavy.

What does it matter to him that his royal brothers and sisters are dead, should he be moved, should he be sad? Some guys who want him to die. Before he was three years old in the palace, he was bullied a lot. Some of the royal brothers have never seen it. I haven't even seen it, where does the sadness come from?

What's more, after so many years, he has seen a lot of life and death.

His connection to them was nothing but blood, and nothing else.