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Ye Yao said: "Xu Chen is a very shameless person, but my brother asked me to come to the Mountain Sect before, I said that some people can be extremely shameless, in fact, it takes a lot of courage. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Pan An was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm going to the capital." ”

Ye Yao said: "I will go with you too." ”

Pan An shook his head and said, "The third senior sister will not agree. ”

"Early in the morning, when I had morning classes, my teacher gave me a vacation. ”

Ye Yao looked at Pan An and said seriously: "Ximen Wang is the biggest traitor of my Holy Sect for thousands of years, my brother has always wanted to kill him, and I am the same, but it's a pity that I don't have this ability, since I want to do something to him today, at least I have to watch from the side." ”

The atmosphere in the palace was calm, with the sound of ceremonial music and warm incense.

The palace maids and eunuchs walked in the hall with smiles on their faces, and no one looked at the legendary cruel and cold-blooded General Ximen Wang, and no one noticed that there was something strange on the face of His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Ximen Wang below, and said indifferently: "Since the matter has been resolved, don't make any more mistakes, I don't care about the relationship between Xu Chen and General Xuanwei back then, and I don't want to know about the murders in the capital in recent years, after all, he is a student of Xuanwei, you leave the capital today, it is difficult to meet him, since it is difficult to meet, don't be embarrassed by each other." ”

Simon looked away from the table and bowed down, calmly.

His Majesty the Emperor left the side hall in silence with his hands behind him, ending the king's banquet for the returning courtiers in advance, and all the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace also left with him, leaving this side hall to the queen mother and General Ximen Wang, who had been silent and waiting by the side.

Letting the queen mother be alone with an imperial general is a very undesirable thing from the rules point of view, but this is His Majesty's will, and no one dares to disagree.

The queen mother quietly looked at the brother below, sighed softly, and said, "It's going to be fine, right?"

Ximen looked at her, his usually dark and indifferent face as cold iron, showed a very rare warm and doting smile, and said: "I am going back to my hometown, where will there be anything, I feel more relaxed than ever before, but sister, you will be alone in the capital in the future, everything must be careful, if there is any discord, notify me as soon as possible." ”

The queen mother smiled and said, "Looking at the movement on the side of the Dushan Sect, it should be too peaceful." ”

"This was originally the agreement between Mr. Big and me, and I guess Xuanwei also has this attitude...... As for Xu Chen, we all know very well what kind of person he is, and he is naturally peaceful. ”

Ximen Wang frowned slightly, forcibly suppressed the increasingly annoying cough between his chest and abdomen, he didn't want to let his sister worry about him after leaving the capital.

The queen mother looked at his face silently, her gentle gaze seemed to be able to penetrate deep into his body, looking at the injury in his lungs, she said quietly: "In the wasteland, Tang let you suffer such a serious injury, I think he won't be too happy, why didn't you take advantage of the situation to kill him at that time?"

Ximen Wang coughed lightly twice and said: "He can hurt me, I can hurt him, it's a matter of course, but if you want to kill him, you need to invest more lives, those iron horsemen in the wasteland are loyal subordinates who have followed me for many years, why let them exchange their lives?"

Hearing this, the queen mother's expression became more and more gentle, and she comforted: "Brother, you have changed a lot. ”

"Not as cold and violent as it used to be?"

Ximen Wang laughed at himself, thinking that his brother and sister left the wasteland to Chaoyang back then, without any backing and scenery, His Majesty has not yet ascended the throne, you are not the queen yet, two foreigners want to gain a foothold in such an old empire, what other way is there except to make all enemies feel terrified and afraid?

It was a cold winter, and the snow fell from the sky like powder, coating the vermilion wall in the palace with a thin layer of powder, and the snow flew like a flocculent on the square in front of the side hall, which seemed to be unable to end.

Ximen Wang silently looked at the cold snow outside the hall, and couldn't help but think of the snow-like ashes stained between his hands after grabbing the iron box on Xu Chen's body in the north of Hulan Haibei, and then he seemed to be in the deepest part of the wind and snow, hearing some whimpering sounds, not the north wind whistling, but the cold cicadas chirping.

He knew it was an auditory hallucination, but his face still turned a little ugly.

Decades ago, he left the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain and went south to Chaoyang, he was arrogant and invincible, but when he decided to betray the Holy Sect and kill Murong Linshuang with his own hands, his pride and anger had long since disappeared, and for so many years, he was only covering up with violence and cruelty.

Because from that day on, he was a traitor to the Demon Sect.

Since that day, there have been two extremely cold black clouds in the depths of his heart, which have never been driven away.

Ximen Wang was very strong and confident, but he knew very well that once these two black clouds really floated over, he had no other way out but death.

Back then, he didn't watch the death of his teacher Lian in his own eyes, and he never believed that a person like the teacher would pass away so quietly.

The current sect master of the Demon Sect, hidden in the world, is known as the most mysterious figure in the cultivation world, although it is rumored that he has long since died, but how can Ximen Wang dare to believe it?

So all these years, he has been surviving in fear.

In Haibei, Ximen Wang snatched the iron box in Xu Chen's hand, the box was not a scroll of heavenly calligraphy, but the ashes of his teacher Liansheng, he was a little disappointed, and then sad, and then relieved, probably at that moment, he really had the idea of understanding the old man and not asking about the world.

"I don't know what adventures Xu Chen had after entering the mountain gate. ”

Ximen looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the hall, and said with a complicated expression: "Since the teacher's ashes appeared in his hands, then maybe he inherited something, and the sect master ...... I don't know where he is hiding now, although he definitely doesn't dare to stay in the capital, but where in the world he can't go?

The queen knew very well what the biggest fear in her brother's heart was, and walked up to him and comforted him softly: "But the master is dead after all, it is the world's first-class perverted and dangerous exercises, no trace of him has been found in the Daomen or the Dushan Sect over the years, I am afraid that he has already died, if he is still alive, how can he not come to you for trouble for so many years?"

"I hope so. ”

Ximen Wang said: "Daomen Ye Tianming has come to the capital, and the people of the Buddha Sect will also arrive, now that I think about it, only the Demon Sect of the three sects in the world is withered, and I can't help but be a little stunned." ”

Xu Chen didn't lie to Ye Tong, he really took the maid to Kuanyi Pavilion, but today he didn't mess around in the Shuizhu'er Courtyard, nor did he peep at the new red cards, but honestly went to the top floor, sat in the room, rolled up his sleeves and launched an offensive against the pot of haggis soup.

The soil bowl and lamb offal, the utensils are excellent, plus more than ten dishes of side vegetables and vegetables, and there is greenery in the steaming, which is really a very beautiful winter solstice festival atmosphere.

Xu Chen picked up chopsticks and lamb belly from the bowl, dipped it in minced garlic, put it in his mouth and chewed it indiscriminately, and sent the Jiujiang double steamed brew in the cup into his lips, his spicy brows were furrowed very tightly, as if he was encountering something extremely difficult.

took the towel handed over by Xiaocao, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, looked at him and said: "I have brought the words of the queen mother, as long as you can finish the day quietly, the mother is willing to pay whatever price you need, of course, she will apologize to you again on behalf of Ximen Wang." ”

Xu Chen pointed to his brows, which were so spicy that the liquor was so wrinkled that he said, "The problem is that there is a depression between the eyebrows and eyes that can't be stretched, and I can't think about it smoothly." ”

"You are spicy with wine, and you are not as good as a maid to drink, so don't drink strong wine. ”

This sentence seemed to have a deep meaning, and after saying this, she was silent for a long time before she once again prudently and gently persuaded her: "Being able to endure and be quiet is the great wisdom." ”

Xu Chen nodded and said, "I understand this truth. ”

He laughed comfortingly, then sighed and said, "Before you came, I was really worried that you would be fooling around like that guy back then. ”

According to the senior brothers in the Dushan Sect, she should be regarded as a sister-in-law, so in this way, she is the only one in this world who dares to call that guy.

"I don't have that skills. He said with a smile, and then said with a smile: "If I have that ability, naturally I don't need to endure it anymore, since I have entered the WTO, of course, I must kill the generals, and I must not fall into the prestige of the master, let alone damage the prestige." ”

frowned slightly, and said: "Joining the WTO is not killing, but understanding." ”

Xu Chen said: "Isn't killing a kind of realization?"

After saying this, Xu Chen got drunk, I don't know if it was the double steamed brew from Hebei County that made him drunk, or if he found that he was powerless to tear the dense web of those strong people in the capital, so he had to get drunk, maybe he just wanted to use drunkenness to hide some of his thoughts.

As usual, after getting drunk in Kuanyige, he slept in Shui Zhu'er's small courtyard, and the warm fragrance on the bed was as good as before, but fortunately, there was not much smell of the stinky feet of Master Yan Se.

The maid sat at the head of the bed, took a wet towel, and put it on his forehead, she knew very well that Xu Chen was pretending to be drunk at this time, so she politely declined Shui Zhu'er's proposal to cook sobering soup.

Xu Chen didn't dream in a slightly drunken mood, didn't see the darkness in the distance, didn't see the three black smoke and dust of extreme cathode cold, and didn't see the infinite light on the sky above his head, he just sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness, all the way to the deepest bottom of the sea, picked up those fragments of consciousness and silently experienced.

These consciousness fragments were obtained after a bloody battle with Liansheng in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate last year, and before the master died, he forcibly crossed these consciousness fragments into his sea of consciousness, and since then he has been carefully experiencing, but there has never been any specific gain.

However, he knew that these fragments of consciousness were very important, at least very important to him, because in Hulan Haibei, it was these fragments of consciousness that he instinctively made an extremely effective dodge in the face of Ximen Wang's domineering iron fist, and seemed to be able to guess where Ximen Wang was in the battle.

Drunk and lying on the warm bed, Xu Chen's right hand unconsciously fell on his waist, and there were a few hard things in the belt, the waist card of the Mountain Sect, and other waist cards.

These signs in the belt seemed to give him some kind of spiritual comfort, so that his consciousness lurking in the sea of consciousness became more and more peaceful and clear-the deep meaning of those consciousness fragments left by the master, he still did not have enough realm to fully comprehend at this time, but he already understood how important these consciousness fragments would play in the battle with Ximen Wang.

On the shore of Yanming Lake, Ye Tong once said that the great cultivators who have advanced to the realm of knowing fate can perceive the slightest changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, and all the methods of the opponent cannot surpass their experience and perception, this kind of combat consciousness is the real terrifying place of the powerhouse of the realm of knowing fate.

Xu Chen's current realm is the Upper Realm of the Cave Xuan, and if he wants to cross the realm and fight with the great cultivators of the Knowing Destiny Realm, the huge gap in his combat consciousness alone will make him desperate.

However, he knew that there were many fragments of consciousness left behind by Lotus Sheng in the depths of the sea.

That once as the great priest of Xiling, as the protector of the Buddha Mountain Gate, the realm of his life had already reached the peak of the realm of knowing fate, if it were not for some very mysterious reasons, he would not take that step, I was afraid that he had already broken through the five realms and become an extraordinary saint.

What kind of realm has the fragments of consciousness left by the master reach?

Xu Chen didn't know, this kind of thing could only be known in battle.

After waking up, Xu Chen's wine faded and he was refreshed, confirming that his body and spirit were in the best state of his life, and then he and the maid left the Kuanyi Pavilion.

The wind and snow in the capital were heavier than in the morning, like goose feathers, dancing restlessly, and then falling, dyeing the whole city white, Xu Chen and the maid held the dirty big black umbrella, walking in this plain ice and snow world, like a little dazzling ink droplet.

The common people in the city are celebrating the festival, accompanied by the mellow smell of haggis soup, and the thick snow accumulated on the eaves seems to have turned into freshly cooked mutton slices, and the princes and nobles also have to celebrate the festival, but in those quiet and solemn mansions in the north city, there is no lively sound coming out.

Xu Chen knew why, the officials in those mansions had to go outside the imperial city today to see off Ximen Wang, and might even send the general out of the capital.

He held the handle of the big black umbrella in his right hand, and held the hand of the maid in his left hand, walking in the wind and snow, in the beautiful atmosphere of the market, and in the luxurious atmosphere of the clear northern city, he was silent.

At the beginning of the summer, the capital city had been in the capital for a long time, and the people in this city, even including the senior brothers and sisters in the Dushan Sect, probably thought that they would continue to be calm like this, and they all thought that Xu Chen had given up that idea, because no matter how they looked at it, people couldn't find a suitable way for him.

It is impossible for Xu Chen to give up, just like he said to the maid in the summer, if he doesn't kill Ximen Wang, Ximen Wang will really be old, the matter of revenge itself is not important, the important thing is that he has to give an explanation for his life, without this explanation, his life must be incomplete.

He could die, because Ximen Wang was indeed very powerful, and in the wasteland, even the senior brother said that he was not completely sure that he would be able to kill this person. But he didn't think he would die, because except for Xuanwei, no one in this world knew better than him, and now he was already very powerful.

In the past fifteen years, Xu Chen has solved many problems, and the purpose of his solution is today's battle, and he firmly believes that he will win.

Heavy snow enveloped the Imperial City.

The vermilion palace walls stand out in the snow.

The atmosphere in front of the imperial city is not the same as the bleak cold meaning of the wind and snow, dozens of luxurious carriages are waiting on the periphery of the square in front of the palace, and the moat jade fence is hundreds of zhang ahead of the palace gate, where there are many people.

His Royal Highness Chu Tiancheng came, the military leader Zhenguo General Xu Shi came, the scholars in the cabinet came, the Shangshu adults came, except for the prime minister who was recuperating due to illness, all the big names of the Chaoyang court and the military appeared in front of the imperial city, because they had to see off General Ximen Wang.

Looking at the tall figure slowly walking out of the gate of the imperial city, the faces of the big people showed very complex emotions, with comforting smiles, sighs, and sadness.

This is the first general of the Chaoyang Empire to disarm and return to the old in the year, going back more than 100 years, and probably the only general who has no reason to dissolve the military power.

Ximen Wang walked slowly towards the outside of the city gate, looking at the adults and colleagues who had been in the same dynasty for decades, and the expression on his solemn cheeks was also complicated.

Leaving the palace and going to his hometown, he is no longer a general, but an old farmer, he is indeed a little reluctant, reluctant to hold the power of a murderous knife, reluctant to give up the iron cavalry in the barracks, and reluctant to look at the sword at night.

The most reluctant thing is that the law can't shake him, the army of the enemy country can't defeat him, and even the Xiling Temple silently connived at him, but he was forced to leave this prosperous stage.

However, His Majesty gave a banquet, the Manchu Dynasty sent each other civil and military, many rewards, since the founding of Chaoyang, there are not many courtiers who can get this honor, not to mention a traitor to the Demon Sect, who can become a Taoist guest and become a general of Chaoyang, expand the territory, kill countless people, but can return to old age safely and enjoy his life, this is a very perfect life.

Ximen Wang was very satisfied.

In the quiet cave of the city gate, he walked outside the palace, walked towards the big people who were smiling and looking at him, and with each step, his whole body relaxed.

Walking out of the city gate hole, the military boots stepped on the snow, making a soft creak, Ximen Wang frowned slightly, and did not return the salute to His Royal Highness the Prince who greeted him personally, but looked at the south of the imperial city.

His Royal Highness the Prince looked slightly different and turned to look.

The people at the palace gate noticed something strange and turned to look over there in confusion.

General Xu Shilao suddenly coughed painfully, his gray eyebrows were like two sticky and unwilling snowflakes in the snowflakes, a little angry, and a little helpless.

In the snowstorm, a big black umbrella slowly walked.

There were two people under the black umbrella.

The black umbrella was very large, the umbrella surface was very thick, no matter how big the wind and snow were, it could not invade and enter, and the goose feather snow fell on the greasy black umbrella surface, and it did not stick, but seemed to be a little afraid, and slid to both sides.

Looking at the big black umbrella slowly coming in the snow, Ximen Wang felt completely relaxed for some reason, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he had actually been waiting for this person to arrive.

In the wind and snow, the big black umbrella slowly came to the palace gate, stopped in front of the Chaoyang civil and military officials, and then retracted, revealing the figures of Xu Chen and the maid under the umbrella.

There was a dead silence in front of the Imperial City, except for the whimper of the cold wind whining at the snowflakes, the rustling of the snowflakes falling on the ice of the moat, and the sound of the people themselves breathing.

These bigwigs looked at Xu Chen and frowned in unison, as if they were very puzzled about what Mr. Thirteen of the Thirteen Sects wanted to do on the day General Ximen Wang left Beijing.

Complicated expressions and confusion are actually cover-ups.

They all knew the rumor, and knew that the military had investigated Xu Chen's connection with those Tsubaki's murders, so they could guess his intention, but from summer to autumn to winter, the capital had been quiet for a long time, and when the whole world thought that Xu Chen had given up, he really appeared.

In the silence, everyone looked vigilant, hiding their anxiety and looking at Xu Chen, Zeng Jing, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion in the crowd, looked at the maid beside Xu Chen, and even more worried.

Prince Chu Tiancheng slowly took a step forward, looked at Xu Chen and said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

General Xu Shi looked at Xu Chen expressionlessly and said, "If you want to assassinate my Chaoyang General in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, I will admire your courage and stupidity very much." ”

Heavy snow continued to fall towards the Imperial City.

Xu Chen brushed off a few thick patches of snow on his shoulders and said, "Even if I have this kind of courage, I won't be stupid to this extent, but since I'm here, I always have to do something." ”

Xu Shi said lightly and mocked: "The law is in front, what can you do?"

This change in front of the gate of the imperial city alarmed the Yulin army and the Ouchi guards, and the chief eunuch who had sent the Ximen Wangkou earlier had already run to the palace at the fastest speed, wanting to inform His Majesty the Emperor of the news here.

Many members of the imperial court came from around the square, walked behind the adults, opened their umbrellas, and shielded the adults from the wind and snow.

Xu Chen's big black umbrella had been collected, and it was held by the maid in her hand, and the master and servant stood calmly in the wind and snow, looking at the more and more umbrellas in front of them.

The shadow of the umbrella enveloped the cheeks of the adults, and it was no longer possible to see the emotions on their faces, nor the thoughts in their eyes.