As we all know, Gwangju, located in the middle of the vast land of Shenzhou, is the birthplace of the human race, and is the most densely populated state in Bactria Province, and as the capital of the state, the people of the human race who live in it are almost on a par with Shenjing.

However, except for the older generation, few people know that the imperial capital of the former dynasty of the Win clan was in Gwangju.

Since ancient times, Gwangju has been the place where dragons and phoenixes inhabit, the root of the luck of the human race, and has a rich history and is extremely important.

If the city of Shenjing was built for a short time and was well thought out at the time of planning, so the streets and alleys and residential markets were only orderly and the layout was reasonable, then the urban pattern of Gwangju Metropolitan City, which was densely packed together from a bird's-eye view of the sky, is a bit crowded.

The history of the city is too ancient, and even the inconspicuous bricks and tiles in the corners of the city may be old objects that have existed a few dynasties ago, and they are engraved with a long and incomparable time, witnessing the change of dynasties and historical changes.

In the wide area of the city, before dawn, in the official post station in the city specially for entertaining visiting officials, the lights are lit up, the lights are bright, and there are constantly horse-drawn carriages, accompanied by night from the streets in all directions.

The people who walked out of the carriage parked in the post carriage were all big names in the Metropolitan City, and even the whole of Gwangju, including the Gwangju Taishou and the commander-in-chief of the Gwangju garrison, all wore extremely formal official uniforms, walked through the guards of the sergeants, and came to the lobby of the post station to wait.

In a residence on the second floor of the inn, a young scholar, after putting on his official uniform, slowly came to the window, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the carriage that was constantly moving below, and the densely burning torches, his gentle face was calm and unwavering.

After the beginning of spring, the climate in Gwangju is pleasant, neither hot nor cold, even if the sun has not yet risen at dawn, the wind blowing from afar also carries a comfortable atmosphere, and then the young man by the window said softly:

"I'm used to staying in Shenjing City, and when I arrive in Gwangju, I feel hot, so if I go on like this, wouldn't it be difficult to go back to Fuzhou further south in the future?"

There was only one young scholar in the room, so that his question was not answered, and then he sighed faintly, and once again came out of his mouth:

"It would be nice if the lady was around, and there would be someone to talk to, but Your Majesty promised to take a small vacation for a while, but after settling this one in the Wide Area City, you have to go north to Tianmen Pass, that is the real hard journey, and the time it takes is difficult to calculate!"

Just as the young man Yuan Bai sighed for a long time, a knock on the door sounded behind him, and then a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door:

"Lord Si Cheng, the adults of Gwangju and Metropolitan City are already waiting in the lobby of the post station, because the area of Metropolitan City is quite large, and if you want to rush to the Metropolitan Castle site on the outskirts of the city to place the artifact before the auspicious time, you will have to set off at this time. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Bai straightened out the official clothes on his body, turned around and pushed open the door, and stepped out of the post station.

After half a pillar of incense, the sky had begun to glow slightly white, but the sun had not yet risen, so the entire Guangyu City was still in a hazy state of half-asleep, and only a few lights were lit on both sides of the avenue in the city.

But on the avenue, there was a crowd of people, and the elite of the Benlei Army stationed outside the city, under the leadership of a middle-aged general, steadily advanced in a guard formation, and at the same time, the Si Tianjian of the Wide Area City had already controlled the high point and closely monitored all the disturbances nearby.

The defense stone statue tower is now a first-class sacred object in Great Xia, with an epoch-making teleportation function, which is well known to passers-by, although in the entire vast land of Shenzhou, almost no one dares to rob the imperial court treasures in the vast city, but the officials of Gwangju do not dare to take anything lightly, and even mobilize the garrison to protect it layer by layer.

Cheng Yuanbai, the acting director of the Great Xia Teleportation Division, and the Gwangju officials around him did not take a carriage, but rode directly towards the outskirts of the city.

Yuan Bai and Gwangju Taishou rode at the front, and the two were on the side, half a position behind was the commander-in-chief of the Benlei Army, followed by the rest of the officials who were watching together.

Gwangju Taishou's surname is Qiu, a single name is a good character, Mo is about sixty years old, his cheeks are a little thin, and the whole body under the Taishou robe also looks a little thin, but those eyes are shining, as if he has the power to see through people's hearts.

Qiu Shan has been in charge of Gwangju for nearly five years, but his style of action is not as kind as his name, but he is a decisive master, Gwangju has a very large population, and it is the birthplace of the way of the sword, there are many sects, and there are large sects such as the Ten Thousand Swords Sect outside the city, and some sect monks will naturally have a sense of superiority that defies everything.

When Qiu Shan took office, he led the troops to uproot the three sects with thunderous means, and then these inexplicable superiority feelings, under the iron and bloody wrist of this Taishou, had already dissipated without a trace.

In order to establish the official uniform and the authority of the imperial court, Qiu Shan did not find trouble with those sects, and there were more monks imprisoned in the Gwangju Prison than in the other 35 states, so some people in the rivers and lakes of Gwangju changed the name of this Taishou Lord and called him Qiu Xi.

The breeze blew from the front, blowing up the official uniforms of the two Great Xia officials in the front, and then Gwangju Taishou Qiu Shan turned his head and looked at Yuan Bai, who had an extremely young face beside him, but was unusually calm all the way, a trace of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Lord Yuan is young, but he can rank in such a important position as the Great Xia Teleportation Division, which is really a young man, Qiu Shan also wants to thank Lord Yuan for his kind words for Gwangju and Guangyu City in front of His Majesty, so that the people of Gwangju and others can enjoy the convenience of teleportation so quickly. ”

After Qiu Shan finished speaking, he raised his hand to Yuan Bai and saluted, and then Yuan Bai shook his head and responded:

"Qiu Taishou is serious, this is the ability to erect a stone statue tower in the vast area today, on the one hand, it is His Majesty's own considerations, and on the other hand, Lord Qiu has good governance, the entire wide area city has a strong population and rapid development, even if Yuan is not in his position, this stone statue tower will not be able to run. ”

Yuan Bai's calm voice fell, and the Gwangju Taishou, who was riding a horse side by side beside him, let out a heroic laugh, and then continued to speak:

"With the Stone Statue Tower, my Gwangju, with such a deep heritage, can finally be seen by the entire people of Daxia, hurry, hurry!"

As Qiu Shan looked up to the sky and sighed, at the end of the wide street, the scorching sun rising in the east just poked out a trace, and the light poured downward.

But in the next moment, the faces of the entire Ben Lei Army, as well as the Si Tian Supervisor Cultivator, changed dramatically, because along with the scorching sun was the billowing green qi that instantly filled the entire half of the sky in the west, as well as the deafening roar of violent swords that came down from the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

All the people in the entire metropolitan city were awakened and ran out of the door to look up.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, three hundred miles of green qi covered the sky and the sun, and under the sword qi Lingyun, a green lotus slowly rose, suspended in the air, a radius of a hundred miles, clearly visible.

A moment later, a sharp, calm and deep voice came down from the sky and into everyone's ears:

"Murong and Bucai, specially to the lord of Great Xia to Fuyao Emperor to bury the sword lake in the vast city of Wanjian Mountain, seven days later, if you win, you will be holy, and if you lose, you will be destroyed!"

The deep sound reverberated back and forth in the streets and alleys of Wide City, and the whole city was shocked, and then it whined and detonated directly.

Gwangju Taishou Qiu Shan only felt a chill rushing from top to bottom, and directly turned over and dismounted, staring at the huge sword lotus above the western sky, and let out a roar:

"Murong He, Your Majesty has already spared your life, and now you dare to fight your life and death with Your Majesty, it's really damned, damned!"