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The snow is flying like goose feathers, and it is snowing very hard today.

"Roar—roar—"

In the midst of the howling wind, there was a dragon moan, with a sense of rage. It wasn't really the roar of the Heavenly Dragon, but the sound of the black-bladed sword in Qin Chuan's hand breaking through the sky.

Qin Chuan jumped into the air, and the long sword in his hand waved angrily.

"Wow-"

Accompanied by the roar of the Celestial Dragon, there was also the sound of a long sword cutting through the ground.

The ground of the martial arts arena is paved with lapis bluestone, although it is only a thin layer, but it is extremely strong, and it cannot be cut through by non-monks above the Daohai realm.

"Wow-whoa-whoa-whoa-"

Qin Chuan raised his hand and swung his sword angrily several times, and there were a few more scratches on the ground paved with lapis bluestone. The ground of the arena became fragmented.

Qin Chuan was upset in his heart, and he was still angry when he destroyed the ground of the martial arts arena. He stood in the broken and messy arena, looking gloomily at the few hemlock trees outside the arena, and raised his hand to cut them down.

Fu Zhong, the head of the palace, and a group of guards were driven outside the garden by Qin Chuan. Fu Zhong anxiously walked around outside the garden gate, not knowing what to do. As soon as he turned around, he saw that Qin Chuan was about to cut down the hemlock trees on the edge of the martial arts arena, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Lord, no! That was planted for you by the old prince himself!"

Qin Chuan slashed at the hemlock's hand, and looked at the hemlock in front of him with a look of sadness and indignation. That was his shame for his biological father, Prince Duanze. When he first learned physical arts and began to practice martial arts, his father planted a few hemlock trees for him as a souvenir. At that time, his father must have hoped for his son Jackie Chan and had great hopes for him, but he still has not been able to cultivate...... He is ashamed of his father and his ancestors!

"Roar—roar—"

Saddened and ashamed, he swung a few more swords fiercely and slashed into the air. The black blade trembled, emitting an angry dragon groan.

The girl in red rushed over the eaves and between the courtyards. Behind her, Aunt Ning Mei followed all the way, with a worried look on her face.

"County Lord!" Fu Zhong saw the girl and said, "County Lord, why are you here?"

"How long has my brother lost his temper, why didn't you tell me as soon as possible?" Qin Wangshu asked anxiously.

"This ...... The prince didn't want you to worry, so he ...... "Fuzhong is divided."

Qin Wangshu didn't wait for Fu Zhong to finish speaking, pushed the door and entered the courtyard of the martial arts arena. I saw that the martial arts arena was shattered and had been destroyed. The young man in white stood in front of a hemlock tree, and his back made people feel sad and helpless.

Qin Wangshu suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and shouted worriedly: "Brother!"

She walked behind Qin Chuan and cried: "Brother, I know that you are sad that you can't protect my marriage, it's all because of me that you are so sad!"

When Qin Chuan heard Qin Wangshu's voice, he came back to his senses and said, "Why are you here?" I won't let Uncle Fuzhong tell you, who said that?"

"No one told me that I found it myself. Qin Wangshu said, "Brother, I don't care about marriage, don't be sad, okay?"

When Qin Chuan heard this, he looked at the girl gently, and said, "The wind and snow are too heavy today, you go back quickly and hide from the wind and snow." ”

As he said this, he called out to the outside of the courtyard: "Aunt Ning Mei is outside, hurry up and go back with Wangshu." ”

Ning Mei is the old man next to the old princess, and after the old princess passed away, she became Qin Wangshu's personal person, and she often followed her. Where Qin Wangshu is there, Ning Mei can always be found.

"Brother!" Qin Wangshu didn't follow, she wanted to stay by Qin Chuan's side.

"Wangshu, be obedient. Qin Chuan couldn't refuse.

After watching Qin Wangshu leave, Qin Chuan turned around and entered the Dao Pavilion on the side of the martial arts arena. This pavilion is different from ordinary attics, other lofts always have more than one floor, and this pavilion looks like it is ten stories high from the outside, but it actually has only one floor. The martial arts arena inside the pavilion is the same size as the outside, and the roof is more than a dozen zhang high, which is obviously an indoor arena. Qin Chuan walked through the venue and walked straight to a wooden chair.

He sat down on the wooden chair, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he struck one of the legs of the chair with a force from his heel. There was a hole under the chair suddenly, and the chair led the person to suddenly flip down, and Qin Chuan disappeared. The flip of the wooden chair was only for a moment, and when Qin Chuan disappeared, the wooden chair returned to its original state.

Fuzhong stood outside the door and knocked on it.

The door opened silently, and Zong Zheng sat in the room and asked, "Fuzhong, are you here for the prince's business?"

"Yes, that's exactly what happened. Mr. Zongzheng, the prince has never lost such a temper, and even the county lord is difficult to persuade, so it is up to you. The prince has always respected you, do you think you can go and see the prince?" asked Fu Zhong.

Zong Zheng asked Fuzhong: "What did the prince do?"

"Wang Ye was dancing with a sword in the martial arts arena, and his sword moves were manic and messy, which showed that he was in a very bad mood. Later, he opened his sword and destroyed the martial arts arena. The prince almost cut down the hemlock trees that the old prince planted back then. Fu Zhong said worriedly.

In the room, when Zong Zheng Shanmou heard Fu Zhong's description, not only was he not as worried as Fu Zhong, but he even laughed out loud.

"Sir, why are you laughing?" Fuzhong wondered.

"I'm happy, happy for the prince!" Zong Zheng said thoughtfully, "Our little prince is young and old, he has been cautious and self-denying since he was a child, and he is clearly a young man, but when have you ever seen the prince do what he should do at his age? Today's trouble is in line with his age, and he really vents the depression in his heart, and he really looks like a young man." ”

"Sir, are you saying that it is not a good thing for the prince to be young and old?" Fuzhong asked worriedly.

"Our prince has a special identity, and the burden on his body is heavy, and it is naturally a good thing that he is young and old. "Zongzheng is good at planning," It's just that people have different tempers and performances at different ages in this life, which is nature and natural law. Therefore, among the old adults, if there is some youthfulness, it is the best. ”

Fu Zhong nodded, and suddenly realized, and the worry about Qin Chuan in his heart dissipated slightly.

Zong Zheng looked up at the direction of the sun in the sky, stood up, and said, "I think the prince's temper has almost been vented, I will go with you to see how the prince is now." ”

Qin Chuan knelt in a secret room.

Built deep underground, this chamber is larger and taller than the one above ground, and can hold thousands of people. On the walls of the secret room, there is a circle of night pearls the size of a baby's fist, which illuminates the secret room as bright as day.

In this secret room, there are many bookshelves, and the shelves are full of many books, and even many extremely precious jade slips.

Qin Chuan held a dark blue jade slip in his hand, closed his eyes, and browsed the contents of this jade slip.

If outsiders were present, he would have been shocked. As we all know, only monks can see the contents of the jade slip through their divine sense, but Qin Chuan has not cultivated, why can he see the contents of the jade slip so easily?!