At Haishi, people are in Ding, also known as Dingtwilight. At this time, the night is deep, and most people have rested and fallen asleep. But there is still a place where the lights are still as bright as day and people are talking.

In other words, there is an undercurrent surging.

The aura of the dragon is awe-inspiring, and its power is overwhelming. Flowers are blooming in the imperial city of Luoyang.

The imperial capital is majestic and majestic. The city wall made of solid rock is like an endless black mountain range lying on the horizon, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. What stands out among the majestic momentum is the brocade.

Blossoms.

Luoyang, Prince Cheng's Mansion.

Two young men of similar age were sitting in front of the flowers and under the moonlight. One of them was wearing a green robe and was drinking soju. The other was a handsome man wearing light armor and was carefully polishing the wood in his hand with a small carving knife.

gun.

"You've been whittling this wooden gun for three years, and it's getting shorter every year. Why are you still whittling it?" The man in green shirt wiped the wine from his mouth and asked the man in light armor.

"Although it is getting shorter and shorter, it is getting sharper and sharper." The light-armored man replied nonchalantly: "The length of the gun does not matter, but whether it is sharp. Only a sharp gun can stir up the storm."

"Are you going to carry this rotten wooden gun into the Golden Crow Heavenly Mansion and become the commander-in-chief in the future?"

Just at this time, the gourd was empty. The young man threw the wine gourd casually, and it was hooked on the tip of the spear, causing the wooden spear to break into a small section. When the young man saw this, he laughed loudly.

After a while, the young man's laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a solemn expression: "It's so late, why hasn't your brother rested yet?"

The gun-grinding young man raised his eyes like a falcon and looked into the darkness. A voice came from the shadows: "Boy, you still like drinking so much. I really don't understand what happens if you drink too much."

What’s good about it?”

The young man warmed himself another pot of wine and replied: "When the heroes of the Eastern Han Dynasty were competing for deer, Guan Gong warmed the wine and killed Hua Xiong. Later, there was the poet Li Bai who held his bottle to the moon in the sky, and the shadows formed three people. Wine,

It always makes you feel good!”

The owner of the voice has come out of the shadows. He is wearing a long gown embroidered with the blazing sun. He seems to be about the same age as the two people present. Walking with him is a young man wearing a gray robe holding a goose feather fan.

.

The young man walked up to the young man who was drinking and asked with a smile: "Why don't you share with me what it feels like?"

The drinking young man looked at him: "Why bother asking? Of course it feels like becoming an immortal."

The two people looking at each other are two of the four princes of Liang Yang, Prince Jing Ling Aoyang and Prince Cheng Ling Pengyue. The remaining two are their confidants Kong Wenliang and Yan Yuanjie.

Ling Aoyang sniffed the aroma of the wine and laughed loudly.

Ling Pengyue put down his drink and asked, "Why is the emperor laughing?"

"I just didn't expect that this ordinary soju could arouse such great interest in you." Ling Aoyang shook his head and continued: "By the way, is there any recent news from Tianji Pavilion?"

Speaking of Tianji Pavilion, Yan Yuanjie and Kong Wenliang couldn't help but be startled.

It is an extremely mysterious organization. No one knows where it is, but Tianji Pavilion can know everyone's existence. It is said that Tianji Pavilion has people all over the rivers and lakes, and no disturbance in the rivers and lakes can escape their ears and eyes.

.In other words, as long as you are in Tianji Pavilion, you can know the world without leaving home.

"Tianji Pavilion? The emperor really picked a good time. There was no information in Tianji Pavilion a few days ago, but tonight, there is a lot of information." Ling Pengyue put down his wine glass and said: "I don't know what the emperor wants to hear.

Where is it?"

Ling Aoyang sat down anywhere and blurted out: "Jinling."

"Brother Huang has come to my place several times recently to inquire about heavenly secrets, and all he asked about was Jinling."

Ling Aoyang nodded, "I like this city very much."

Ling Pengyue gave him a meaningful look and said: "There is news from Jinling that the new owner of Chang'an Sword Tower has arrived in Jinling and entered the city with a young man. Look at the journey this young man has traveled in the past few months. The trajectory seems to come from Xizhou."

"A descendant of Gongsun? A young man from Xizhou?" Ling Aoyang asked.

"Yes, he is a descendant of Gongsun, but this descendant of Gongsun is a little different. Logically speaking, the position of Gongsun Sword Master is not passed down until the new one is eighteen years old, but this generation's master is only thirteen years old. She has ascended to the position of host, and has been the host for five years, and now she is just eighteen years old."

"This...is there no one in the Gongsun family? How could she be allowed to ascend to the position of the owner of this building at such a young age?"

Ling Pengyue shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate her. She has reached a height that none of her ancestors have climbed. Among them, the internal skill of Xihe Fuxue is particularly remarkable. In this internal skill, she has already practiced it at a young age. At the highest level - white clothes without snow. You can express and restrain your murderous intent at will, and you can more keenly sense the emotions of others."

Ling Aoyang nodded and said nonchalantly: "Then, where is the other boy?"

"If you ask this," Ling Pengyue sighed, "then there is really nothing I can do. You have to know that in the world, there are always places arranged by Tianji Pavilion that cannot be heard. Xizhou Loulan is one of them."

Ling Aoyang said with a sarcastic smile: "I thought it was a mysterious sect that was not born in the world, but I didn't expect it to be the remnant of Loulan. Humph, the souls of the dead under my Liang Yang's golden spear haven't been dispersed yet, what kind of trouble does Loulan still want to cause?"

As soon as Ling Aoyang said these words, Yan Yuanjie, who had been sharpening his gun, suddenly glared at him coldly and said with a smile: "Prince Jing, as long as there is wind, even small splashes can form huge waves."

Ling Pengyue glanced at Yan Yuanjie, "I wonder if Brother Huang still remembers the sect of Burial Sword Villa?"

"Of course." Ling Aoyang played with a piece of jade in his hand, "This is a sect that once caused a bloody storm in the world, and swordsmen and swordsmen in the world have talked about its change. However, it has been almost twenty years since the Burial Sword Villa was wiped out. , what else do you mention it for?”

"The Sword Blood Pupil Technique and the Sword Vein Internal Technique. These two techniques are both supreme techniques for damaging swords. They were created by the owner of the Burial Sword Villa, Xun Xianke." Ling Pengyue murmured, "And this Xizhou This young man has learned these two martial arts."

Ling Aoyang nodded, but he didn't seem to take it to heart, but said impatiently: "Hey, skip, skip. Is there any other intelligence information?"

"Yes." Ling Pengyue picked up the wine glass on the table, blew on the cold wine, and said: "On the first day of April, King Mu Huai, the current master of the 'Mu Huai Sword', Young Master Yan Jingchen, I will marry Xueyue Loushou Yan. At that time, the whole world will rejoice and entertain countless heroes, but there will be no news to the court. "

"Oh?" Ling Aoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, "This news..."

Ling Pengyue took a sip of wine and hurriedly said: "Brother Emperor, you have to know that all situations in the world naturally have their own laws and trajectories. Although Tianji Pavilion is aware of the world's affairs, it has no right to interfere. From the beginning to the end In the end, Tianji Pavilion just played the role of a bystander. I hope Brother Huang will think twice and not tamper with the 'Destiny'."

"I know, I know." Ling Aoyang responded calmly: "Since the whole world is happy, then sooner or later this marriage will be known to the world, so it doesn't matter if I know earlier."

"what are you up to?"

"The Yan family has been loyal to our Liangyang Dynasty for six generations. It's time for me to prepare a big gift for the Yan family."

"A very, very big gift." Ling Aoyang said word by word.

Ling Aoyang stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around and left with Kong Wenliang. Ling Pengyue looked at Ling Aoyang's back, swallowed the words as he spoke.

After the two left, Yan Yuanjie asked Ling Aoyang: "Why are you so reluctant to ask about Emperor Wan Lie's condition?"

"It's taboo to ask about this kind of thing. Although the emperor is the biological son of Emperor Wan Lie, it doesn't mean that he knows about Emperor Wande's condition." Ling Pengyue shook his head and looked in the direction of the imperial city: "

The Imperial City, but inside the Tianji Pavilion, it is expressly forbidden to place ears and eyes."
Chapter completed!