Royal Palace.

After Kong Wenliang's persuasion, Emperor Jingyang's face not only did not improve, but became more and more cold.

"The ceremony is imminent. As the lord of the world, Your Majesty should show the dragon ritual at the front of the sky to demonstrate the dragon's power, and pay more attention to the dragon's body. You should not feel uneasy at such a critical moment." Kong Wenliang comforted.

Emperor Jingyang gritted his teeth and said, "But the bell just now."

"Report to Your Majesty, the bell just now was moved by the wind." Bai Jianyujing walked in from outside the door.

Emperor Jingyang calmed down slightly, "It's really just that the wind is moving?"

"I have repeatedly investigated it many times, and it is certain." Yu Jing bowed his head and bowed.

Emperor Jingyang nodded, "Get back."

"Abide by the order." Yu Jing slowly retreated out of the door.

Emperor Jingyang raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. After weighing the pros and cons, he still asked about the concerns that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "Kong Qing, this ceremony will allow those tourists from the world to come to Beijing to watch the ceremony. Isn't it really a way to attract wolves into the house?"

"It will only be flies falling into the spider web and being eaten by us little by little." Kong Wenliang shook his head.

Emperor Jingyang looked solemn, "What's the end?"

"It will never exist." Kong Wenliang said in a deep voice.

Emperor Jingyang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and nodded, "Okay."

After one stick of incense.

The door of the hall is open.

Emperor Jingyang, who was in the dragon robe, walked out.

"See Your Majesty." All the officials and princes in the court who had been waiting in front of the door for a long time, as well as the princes, the armed Tianyang Guards knelt down one after another.

"Go up and wake up." Hei Jian Yuwei, who was standing behind Emperor Jingyang, said loudly, and an undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The bell rang through most of Luoyang City in a blink of an eye and came outside the city gate.

Since Ling Jianqiu saw Mu Kexin away, he has been staying on this high cliff, overlooking the entire city.

The Guanri sword he had just struck Long Zhong, with the purpose of sounding the alarm bell for this Long Zhong’s master.

But soon, the bell rang again.

It seems that this emperor brother did not really take this matter to heart.

"What a great dragon power." Ling Jianqiu said lightly.

But he didn't expect to achieve any substantial ending with this sword.

What he had to do was naturally to hold a sword and come to the emperor's brother he had never met before.

Allowing that person to die will lead to chaos in the world, and allowing this short-term peace to fall under his sword.

He was willing to do whatever he wanted.

When the world invaded Loulan, the Liangyang Empire ignored it, which turned the ancient Loulan Kingdom into traces. He was also displaced and moved in the desert. He had long seen the scene of hell, even if the snow in Changbai was covered with snow, it could not be erased. His painful memories back then.

Perhaps only the smoke from the cooking huts in the desert and along the way, the man who followed him unremittingly and resolutely brought him some comfort.

Unfortunately, these beauty cannot be a reason for him to stop.

The people you care about cannot go side by side with you.

This road is destined to be able to move forward.

I wonder if this trip will disappoint that junior brother?

"It's time to meet." Ling Jianqiu murmured and rushed forward.

With one sword, enter Luoyang.

It seemed that he had not seen the sun for a long time. When Wuqing Young Master came out of the inn, his face was extremely pale. His bruised bones, his deep eye sockets, his wheelchair that made strange noises when he walked, and the sound of breath that could be heard from the wheelchair from time to time. This scene undoubtedly attracted countless strange gazes on the street.

The ruthless young master seemed to have become accustomed to this, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Let's go."

The woman pushing a wheelchair appeared behind him. Although her face was covered by the long gauze in front of the hat, it was not difficult to tell from the beautiful curve that she was a beauty.

"A real sick man, but with a beauty." There were already bad talks on the street, "I'm so blind."

"It's really a blessing."

The two of them quietly left amidst those unpleasant remarks.

It was not until they turned into a secluded and deserted corner that the stagnant water in the eyes of the ruthless young master began to stir up wildly. One after another, black shadows flashed deep in the long alley ahead. The end point they went to was only one place.

The place where the Heaven-Qing Festival is held is the highest place in Luoyang City.

Yinglongtai.

The tourists, high-ranking officials and nobles all come from the world, and they are in the dark.

All the rumors just now turned into murderous anger at this moment. And this flood of anger will surely pour out on this Heaven-Inquiry Festival.

"Everyone must die!" said Wuqing Gongzi in a dark voice.

Unknown Alley.

According to the book written by the third generation of the poster Bai Xiaosheng, this is a secret passage that he specially opened on the edge of the Tianji Tower when the whole country moved the capital a hundred years ago, and a mysterious formation called "flowers and willows". Once he stepped in, he would only feel that the authenticity of the road ahead was difficult to distinguish. In the end, he would lose consciousness and return to the waking. Asxs... This alley was covered with a veil of mystery, and gradually, people were gone.

But if you look for a way out from the inside out, it will be easy.

"You said that the sir didn't kill her just now? What were you doing?" Luo Feiyu asked while walking.

"Have you heard of an evil eye technique that can be seen in flesh and blood?" Gongsun Shilan replied.

Luo Feiyu thought for a while, "Mu Ling Tongsheng?"

"It is. When I was young, a doctor who claimed to be a simple and beautiful hand came to visit my mother. I also learned from her. This pupil technique can see the traces of flowers falling, even the coming and going of flesh and blood. However, the most strange thing is not this. It can allow the deceased to see what happened before his death and regain the lost memories."

"What do you mean is that the poster is dead?" Luo Feiyu was stunned.

Gongsun Shilan nodded, "If you want to retrieve your memory, you must have something that was closely related to her. As you can see, the blood-red sword is the beacon she holds on the way to find memory."

"I remembered someone." Luo Feiyu suddenly said.

Gongsun Shilan looked at him, "Who?"

"The original owner of the blood-red sword, Murong Haoyue." Luo Feiyu replied. When he and Ren Shaohua first arrived at Tianji Tower, they witnessed Murong Haoyue holding the sword.

Gongsun Shilan frowned slightly, "Sure enough."

"What is it?" Luo Feiyu said in confusion.

Gongsun Shilian was about to say something, but Luo Feiyu suddenly looked up and looked in a certain direction, and said in surprise: "This sword energy!" Before Gongsun Shilian could respond, he ran in that direction.

When Gongsun Shilian caught up, a person had already appeared in front of the two.

The man turned his back to them, and a jade hand was placed in the tank beside him. After the water touched her fingertips, it condensed into ice. After the fingertips left, they melted again, and in this way, they played the ethereal and ethereal fairy sound.

"It's really not moving like a mountain." Luo Feiyu took a look at it for a moment and gave such an evaluation.

Gongsun Shilan asked lightly: "Which mountain?"

"Kunlun."

The wind and snow on the mountain have been going on for thousands of years.

That's right, sword intent.
Chapter completed!