There was heavy snowfall all night, and the whole city of Yujing was white, just like the white Yujing that day.

Mengxian Restaurant is one of the largest restaurants in Yujing City.

It consists of a five-story main building and four four-story auxiliary buildings.

The layers of cornices create a steep appearance. The towering tower of more than 60 meters is like a sharp sword reaching into the sky.

The faint sound of silk and bamboo, melodious singing, and noisy laughter are mixed together to create a prosperous place in the world.

The patrons of the restaurant are either rich or noble, and ordinary people stay away from them.

Ordinary people and wealthy people live together in Yujing, but they are like two different worlds.

The tables on the third floor are quite far apart and blocked by flowers and plants, making it neither deserted nor quiet, which is a unique move.

There were six old men sitting around one of the tables, all wearing brocade robes and jade belts, and looking like wealthy Tsinghua students. They were drinking wine and talking loudly.

"Lao Lu, did you hear the thunder yesterday?"

"I'm not deaf, so it's really scary to be woken up suddenly."

"Hey, Lao Lu, do you know why there is such a big thunder?"

"I'm also wondering. It snowed yesterday instead of raining. How could such loud thunder come from in the middle of winter? Could there be an unjust case?"

"Ha ha……"

"What's so funny about this?"

"Old Lu, Old Lu, you know too little."

"Stop being so long-winded and tell me quickly!"

"This is another great master!"

"Um--?"

"Okay, Old Huang, Old Lu just came here not long ago. It's not surprising if I don't know. Fei Huajian sent a great master, right?"

"Yeah, Seinfeld from the Flying Flower Sword Sect."

"Female?"

"Our third female grandmaster in Great Scenery,... when Song Feiqiong became famous, you had not even entered Beijing. She suddenly appeared on the scene, and then few people heard of her. I didn't expect that after decades of silence, she became a blockbuster and achieved great success." Great Master!"

"Old Huang, how old is this Grand Master of the Song Dynasty?"

"Same age as me."

"Fifty-nine?"

"Um."

"Grandmaster..., the Flying Flower Sword Sect is really lucky!"

"When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and with a great master, disciples of the Feihua Sword Sect can serve in the imperial court and enter the Zhenwu Division."

"This is the dream of many sects."

"When you enter the imperial court, you will have the opportunity to perform meritorious deeds, and your meritorious deeds can be exchanged for miraculous elixirs and various rare and rare treasures. A third-rate sect like the Flying Flower Sword Sect can become a first-rate sect in one fell swoop. It is really enviable!"

"Who makes it difficult to become a great master? There are only eighteen great masters in our Da Jing Dynasty, and all of them are very precious!"

"There is another big thing. Have you heard that Prince Qing's Mansion has been unblocked?"

"Prince Qing's Mansion...?"

Everyone present shook their heads in confusion.

They had never even heard of King Qing.

"Prince Qing is the third prince. He was convicted thirty years ago and was banned from entering the palace."

"I remember! Thirty years ago...the second prince, Prince Jing, was imprisoned. The third prince, Prince Qing, begged for mercy, which made the emperor furious and issued an order to seal Prince Qing's palace, right?"

"I'm not from Old Yujing, so I don't even know about Prince Jing, Prince Qing, or Old Huang Li!"

"This Prince Qing is also unlucky. He has a deep brotherly love, so why did he ask for a favor? In the end, he was angered by the emperor and was sealed off from the palace."

"Prince Qing... after all, it's Prince Qing who doesn't live up to his expectations and is weak and unable to practice martial arts, so he is not favored by the emperor. No one else dares to ask for mercy. But he begged for mercy, so he was killed to scare the monkeys."

"The current Holy Lord is the first emperor in the history of Dajing. He has peerless qualifications and attaches great importance to spiritual practice. It is not surprising that Prince Qing is not popular."

"Can't practice martial arts... This Prince Qing is pitiful enough."

"This is the most ruthless emperor's family. If you can't practice martial arts, it's okay if the emperor pities the weak. Without the emperor's pity, I'm afraid life will be difficult."

"No matter how hard things get, you are still a prince."

"The prince just eats better and wears better clothes. He still has seven emotions and six desires, including greed, anger, and hatred. With so many brothers, he must be flattered and suppressed by others."

"I heard that Prince Qing is a very good person."

"In this world, without good martial arts, being a good person is seeking death!"

"Yes... In this world, it is impossible not to practice martial arts."

"It makes no difference whether Prince Qing's Mansion is unsealed or not. It is doomed to decline."

"Prince Qing's Mansion is indeed in ruins."

…

There were three people sitting at a table by the south window, and a young man in purple robe was holding a wine glass in deep thought.

The early morning sunlight shone on the window paper, illuminating his handsome face.

His nose was like hanging gallbladder, his lips were like applying vermilion, his eyes were like cold stars shining as he thought, and his demeanor was calm and profound.

To his left is a burly man, crouching like a black bear.

To the right is an old man with a white face and no beard, who is feminine and clean.

"Fuck..." The burly man stood up and pointed at the table to yell.

The young man in purple robe waved his hand.

"..." The burly man swallowed his words abruptly, stared at the old man at the table angrily and sat down.

The old men at the table were still talking loudly and did not notice anything strange here.

The feminine old man's hair was black and shiny, and his skin was white and glowing, and he said softly: "Sir, these market words are just like the chirping of insects."

The young man in purple robe shook his head, put down his wine glass, stood up and walked out.

The feminine old man picked up the mink fur and cloak and followed.

"Master, don't you want to eat?"

The burly man looked at the table full of delicacies and walked out with a look of regret. When he came down the stairs, he once again glared at the old men who were still talking endlessly.

If he were still in the army, this large table of food would be enough for him to live in the army for a year, but it would be wasted because of these old guys!

The young man in purple robe came to the door of Mengxian Tower, and the feminine old man put a fur hat, mink fur and red cloak on him before the cold wind outside arrived.

The movements are elegant yet incredibly fast.

The young man in purple robe allowed him to be busy and looked at the sky with emotion.

A golden sun shines slantingly, and the rays of thousands of meters turn the thick white snow on the roofs of each house into gold, which is beautiful and beautiful.

The streets are bustling with traffic.

The hawking sounds of shops and stalls are endless.

Pedestrians coming and going all carried knives or swords at their waists, looked impressive, chatting and laughing.

City guards wearing black robes walked in groups of three, patrolling the crowd.

What a scene of prosperity.

The emperor has been on the throne for fifty years and has worked hard to govern. The Great Jing Dynasty is now a time when flowers are blooming and brocade is burning.

He withdrew his gaze, stepped out of Mengxian Tower, and slowly joined the bustling crowd as the waiter greeted him.

Four young men in brown suits gathered around him from a short distance away. The invisible force on their clothes pushed the approaching passers-by away, as if they were dripping with clothes, creating an independent space.

He put his hands behind his hands and walked slowly, unhurriedly, leisurely and calmly, which was completely different from the speed of the bustling crowd around him.

The snow-white mink fur has no stray hairs, the jade pendant around the waist is emerald green, and the white jade embedded in the fur hat seems to have been soaked in water. The whole body is filled with grace and luxury, like a white jade tree standing in the wind.

"Your Majesty, according to me, they should be taught a lesson. These chattering people need to be punished. Our prince is also the one who can talk nonsense?!"

The guard commander Guo Chi was still muttering angrily.

The young man in purple robe, Chu Zhiyuan, looked solemn and calm in his heart.

The memory of the previous life is like floating clouds. In this life, he is the eldest son of the third prince, Prince Qing.

Even if Prince Qing's Mansion declines, he will be able to live a rich and prosperous life without the anxiety and rush of his previous life, so his state of mind is completely different.

This state of mind allowed him to be calm and at ease in the bustling and noisy environment, just like strolling in a leisurely garden, incompatible with the rush around him.

He concentrated for a moment, and his five senses suddenly relaxed.

In an instant, a flood of information poured into his brain, and all the information within a radius of twenty feet was mastered.

There are a lot of people coming and going.

Each pedestrian’s appearance, clothing, speech and behavior, walking gait, and subtle expressions; each pedestrian’s voice, breathing, heartbeat, and even blood flow; the smell of each pedestrian’s shirt and hair; the elasticity of each pedestrian’s skin, muscles, and bones Strong or weak; the flow of inner energy and vague brilliance of each pedestrian are clearly presented in his perception.

The drinkers in the street wine shop were chatting and laughing, and the waiter and the shopkeeper were busy.

The chatter and laughter of the drinkers, the sound of slamming the table, the sound of wine pouring into the throat, the sound of chewing in the mouth, the growling of the stomach, the sound of chairs scraping together, and the sound of footsteps filled his ears.

The aroma of the fine wine in the altar, the fine wine in the cup, and the aroma of the food entered his mouth and nose.

The smoothness and solidity of the table, the coldness of the wine glass and the wine, the thickness and softness of the clothes, and even the elasticity of the skin flowed into his palms.

In the rouge shop next to the wine shop, the shopkeeper kept chattering, and the waiter used a feather duster to sweep the boxes of rouge on the rack.

Deep in the alley, two wealthy men in red clothes were lying on their sides under the wall, sleeping soundly.

A wonton stall is filled with steaming heat and the aroma of meat is overflowing.

Adjacent is a fried dough cake stall with a delicious aroma.

Twenty or so people were sitting around the low table, engrossed in eating in a hurry. They were in a completely different state from the diners in the restaurant next to them.

There are all kinds of dust and particles floating in the air, all kinds of light, hundreds of smells, breezes from all directions, and all kinds of sounds.

Within a radius of twenty feet, he could see everything, hear everything, smell everything, touch everything, and feel everything.

This god-like feeling made him intoxicated, and made his mentality as condescending as a god looking down on all living beings.

But he clearly knew that this mentality was inappropriate.

Within twenty feet, I can see things clearly, but that's all. I cannot control the birth and death of everything within twenty feet.

This god-like state of mind was intertwined with clear cognition, making him extremely calm and looking at the world with a cold eye.

Thirty-three of the forty-six pedestrians are full of energy and spirit and are martial arts practitioners. Eighteen of the thirty-three warriors are practicing swordsmanship and fifteen are practicing swordsmanship.

This is this world of high martial arts, where everyone is like a dragon.

Among the thirty-three people, two were covered in a layer of brilliance and had entered the innate realm.

It is the acquired perfection of having the ability to kill oneself.

Of course, only you can see this layer of brilliance.

What's more important is that these two innate masters have been using secret techniques to hide their aura and are tracking themselves.
Chapter completed!