In the area of the southern country that has not yet been visited by heavy snowfall, a few green scenes can be faintly seen, and in a Taoist temple, the young man suddenly sat up from his dream, sweat beads on his forehead, and his pale cheeks did not seem to be healthy.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have another nightmare. ”

A servant hurriedly served, put the warm handkerchief in his hand on the other party's forehead, this night, the prince had woken up two or three times, and the shirt wet with cold sweat had dried again and again.

"Qicai, how many times have I said it, don't call me His Royal Highness the Crown Prince again, only my father and master know about my leaving the palace, don't you want me to be captured on the spot by the Northern Wei army before I even set foot in the school. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the handkerchief on his forehead and wiped his somewhat moist cheeks again, and he didn't realize that he was reminiscent of the nightmare.

The blood-colored skeletons, the endless blood water, the cage that imprisoned the heavens and the earth, and the self lying motionless on the stone platform, every moment is so clear, like a dream but not a dream, until now I can feel the coldness of the body and the restless emotions in my heart.

"Xu is young master is too tired to debate today, but as soon as I think of the situation above the hall today, I can't help but snicker, the dignified Taoist master was dumbfounded by the young master's question, what else is there to cultivate. Qicai smiled slightly, and his face was smug.

The religions of the world are respected by Ling Tian Palace, but under it is a hundred flowers blooming, the situation of a hundred schools of thought, among which Taoism and Buddhism are the most outstanding, the first Taoist Madhyamaka is in addition to the seventy-two immortal mountains of Ling Tian Palace, and it is rumored that its free Tao is a branch of Dao Tian a long time ago.

The Buddha is to worship the Buddha of the past, the present Buddha, and the future Buddha, these two places where the world's luck gathers, and it is known as the existence of Ling Tian Palace in a hundred years.

"It's just that I'm naturally not as good as the old master, but it's just that I'm younger and willing to break the rules, right Qicai, where should I go next. ”

Taking the handkerchief, Qicai counted with his fingers, and said to himself: "The Three Lives Palace, the Phantom Sect, the Holy Maiden Mountain...... Hmm, it seems that only Ling Tian Palace is left in Southern Tang. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a look of awakening on his face, maybe he would just wake up from his dream at this moment, "I didn't expect that it has been out for so long, the days outside the palace are more interesting than those in the palace, Ling Tian Palace will not go, the cultivation sects of the Southern Tang Dynasty have almost gone through, and the Northern Wei Dynasty will wait for me to enter the academy and visit them one by one!"

"Then young master, are we going to the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"Ah, yes, I didn't say earlier that I could still see the wonders of thousands of miles of ice, although there is also snow in Fengnian Prefecture, but listening to the description of the local Wei people, it seems that the snow in the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty is unique!" The young man who did not take into account the secular etiquette withdrew all the soaked clothes on his body and lazily spread his waist, "I have long heard that there is a quiet lake in the middle of the world with room temperature in all seasons, just go to wash." ”

Walking naked in the shadows of the Taoist temple, so late at night, the snow cold is deeper, Qicai looked at the young master as if he was walking to enjoy the scenery, a halo scattered from the surface of the body, like stars, empty, but with its own aura, I couldn't help but wrap the cotton clothes on my body a few times, and read in pieces, "The young master is praised as an ethereal body, is it because he always likes not to wear clothes." ”

In the winter of the thirteenth year of Tianxing, it was praised by Ling Tiangong as the ethereal body that is rare to see in the mainland for thousands of years, and it can pass through three thousand avenues, know the future, know the ancient and modern, but do not know the origin, do not know the identity, only know that every place to discuss the Tao with people, it is necessary to mention the Mo Xiuyuan who left the pen and left the word, and retreated the dust in the meditation lake of the four seasons and room temperature in the Taoist holy land, and raised the pen in the depths of interest and left a word.

"Cold. ”

......

This night is destined to be difficult, Chen Maochuan picked up the machete, although he did not use cultivation, but the physique honed in the army all the year round, and every move is a means of killing, it is really enough.

The killer had never seen such a fierce young man, but he was beaten by the other party and had no power to fight back, seeing that there were more and more wounds on his body, his heart couldn't help but crack, and he asked speechlessly: "You, who are you!"

Unwilling to die like this, it seems that he also realizes that the young man in front of him is playing with himself at all, but should he be angry? At least the anger in his heart at this moment has not outweighed the fear, it is impossible to escape, the only chance is to drag the assistance of his companion, if there is still some anger left, it is probably cursing his companion for how beautiful and powerful he said on weekdays, but at the critical moment, he can't even solve this little thing of anger, how do you know that in the house before, the other party also scolded once.

"Why don't you answer me the question, who are you, or who is the person behind you? Chen Maochuan said very calmly, calmly as if he didn't notice the other party's blood-soaked black clothes and the machete with blood beads in his hand.

The two third-class killers are not cabbages pulled in the ground, and the people of several counties have never seen one in their lives for more than half a year, so the dead hunter and the young woman are very lucky, if they can breathe later and still see the rumored His Royal Highness King Qi, but no one will hope for such luck! A stable and even ordinary life, ignorance also has the pleasure of ignorance, but because of a few big people who have only heard of it in the mouths of others, they have lost their lives, and it is not worth it, even if it is buried with two cultivators.

......

Qigui looked at the scene in front of him in shock, as if he was a ghost in the book he told the young master at the beginning, terrifying, ferocious, it was not difficult for him to insert a knife into the body of a beast, even if he pulled a living person out of a hole several inches long under the rage, it was reasonable, but at this moment, the teeth fell into the flesh, and the most primitive Ru Mao blood drinking happened to a person, but it was extremely terrifying.

The injured killer's eyes widened weakly, and he could only feel the pain in his neck like a tear, and the blood was being withdrawn from his body little by little, but he couldn't do anything, even the spiritual power that he was proud of and surpassed mortals was slowly disappearing with the blood from his body at this moment.

But this is clearly a person, Su Wen sucked happily, just like the liquor he had poured before, so strong that his consciousness was blurred, but he still didn't want to let go of the temptation, time seemed to freeze, and there was only instinctive desire in that blank sea of consciousness, just like those nights before, the little servant opened his wrist and pressed it against his lips.

But this time it seemed to be even longer, long enough to remember the killer's journey from shock to horror and finally to dead silence, those wide eyes faded from their last brilliance, and they didn't expect their final ending to be so tragic.

Qigui didn't dare to bother, nor did he dare to guess why the interval between the episodes was so short that it was only one day, and he couldn't even remember whether the young master had drunk his own blood like this at the beginning, until he finally saw the other party's angry eyes regain calm, and the swallowing action in his throat stopped.

With a bang, the lifeless corpse fell to the ground, and at the same time there was a mouth full of blood Su Wen, a trace of sobriety made him recall Fang Cai's past, and his abdomen instinctively squirmed a few times, but he finally held back.

A cultivator died under the mouth of a mortal, it should have been an extremely ridiculous thing, but with the cold wind melting in this dark night, the blood on the young woman's neck froze, I don't know if she saw this scene at the last moment, Su Wen didn't have the energy to think about this, and he didn't even have time to realize that he seemed to have killed someone, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

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The noble man who rubbed his hands back and forth in the Taishou Mansion couldn't stop his right eyelid from beating for some reason, although he didn't believe in the clichés that circulated among the people, but he was in a really bad mood, and for no reason he broke the porcelain cup on the table, and scared the beauty who was half-hidden on the bed with a delicate body.

"The two of them can be regarded as the limit that can be placed on the bright side, it is really a word from the master, the next person ran and broke his leg, after all, this is Cangzhou, everything has to be careful, but why has the Tsing Yi white horse not moved until now, is he aware of it, or is it ...... It must be aware. ”

A series of self-talk came out of the nobleman's mouth, remembering whether the noble object that the lord gave him before leaving, whether it should be used at this critical time, and then thinking about it, even if the old cat was not interested in playing with his mouse for the time being, he would never allow a mouse to stand on his head to show off his might, and after weighing the pros and cons of the matter a little, he finally gritted his teeth and sat back in the chair.

A prince returns to Beijing without an edict, the crime can be big or small, on the surface, it can be said that the feelings of missing his brother cannot be suppressed, after all, His Royal Highness King Qi left Beijing freely, ten years is as long as it is for a child, human nature, nothing more than two sentences of verbal punishment, but when to return to the fiefdom is two words.

Everyone knows the role of this prince in Cangzhou, and the one who holds the line is called a puppet, if the line is broken, how happy the people behind the scenes are, and there is nothing in front of the stage.

Li Zaixiao is the last of Li Jucheng's thirteen righteous sons, but his prestige is the opposite of the ranking, Tsing Yi and White Horse, the name that many women can call in their sleep, and how many men compete to imitate it, with 50,000 Wei soldiers under his command, no one dares to deny that he will become the second Li Jucheng, but not everyone wants to see it.

Li Jucheng, who can be ranked first among the top ten masters, is not a master after all, he has been exhausted for many years without knowing how to practice, and his body is even more fragile than ordinary people, and his life span of decades is even more insignificant for the entire empire, the prime minister is old, and he has no children under his knees, but His Majesty the Emperor is very young.

These words seem to be all unwilling to succumb to Li Jucheng's majesty, and even from the Bachelor's Pavilion to the treasury compound still with a straight face, Lin Mucai, who has been playing advice on the whereabouts of the silver for many years, likes to hang on his lips, muttering a few words from time to time, gritting his teeth and not staying up for any longer, but they seem to have forgotten that under the giant ginseng that supports the entire empire, there are still many stout trees.

The young sons, the young and high-ranking sons, they are also waiting for the giant tree that has blocked all the sunlight to fall, but after that, they do not want anything to share the beautiful sunshine with them, or even re-cover their heads.

A good puppet can earn more chips, but it is impossible to distribute it to everyone, but a pair of poison that pierces the intestines is enough to be lethal for one person, King Qi is the King of Qi of the Northern Wei Dynasty after all, if he dies, it is a matter of making others happy to die on whose territory, of course, it is best to be able to be in Cangzhou, because the more brilliant the person, the more people hate him.