After two years of hard work, Qingyan's mastery of the six realms of Lingxiao Jue has become increasingly mature, and the changes in muscles and bones are the most obvious. In addition to external changes, the increasingly thick internal forces in the sea of ​​Qi also have the gradual expansion of the meridians, which has long been distinguished from the young boy two years ago.

In addition to the changes that can be felt, the most magical thing is the momentum that you exude. If you follow the class planned by Grandpa Zhong and Grandpa of Peach Blossom Valley, you have already broken through this field and moved to a higher mountain.

"I don't know who your surname is. Senior, I have been among the masters in a short period of time with the Lingxiao Art. Even Lu Pinglan was killed by me. It can be seen that this magical skill is probably no longer a human category. Lin Wuwang can observe the vast ocean and climb Kunlun to see the sky. Kunlun is easy to understand, but where is this Wuwang? Where can I let my senior realize such a magical skill that shocks the world and tears the ghosts and gods."

Standing by the window, Qingyan was so bored that he thoughts were very bored. He recalled interesting things from childhood to Jian San, and half a day passed again without realizing it.

Seeing that a famous guy at the inn was carrying water and retorting, Qingyan said loudly: "Brother! Give me another ten jars of wine."

The water-carrying guy was not surprised after hearing this. He replied loudly and walked towards the wine cellar, thinking that this young guest was really good wine. He didn't say that he had drunk thirty or forty jars in the past few days. He was such an absolute drunkard.

After carrying the wine to the outside of the room on the second floor, the guy knocked on the door gently, "Customer, the wine you want is delivered. Do you need a small one to bring in for you?"

I asked several times, but there was no response in the room. The guy was really serious and pushed the door open and entered.

"Customer, you're a little unauthentic now. At least you can help..." Before the guy finished speaking, he was stunned on the spot, and saw that there was no figure in this rather spacious room.

"Wrong?"

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The guy naturally did not go to the wrong room, but the guest in the room had already left the inn, and his eyes were fixed on a man riding a horse ten feet away.

Brown outfit!

When he saw this disciple from Wanbeast Palace, Qingyan climbed down the window without hesitation. Without attracting anyone's attention, he quickly pulled out the horse and hung it behind the other party from a distance.

Perhaps because of his own identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, the other party did not notice that someone was following him, so he rode on the horse and walked forward with his head held high, as if he didn't take everything seriously.

When he walked to the gate of Xicheng, the marquis of the sect saw this disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace. He lived up to his previous arrogant attitude and came to lead his horse in person. "Brothers, let me clear a way! Let this master pass first!"

Qing Yan looked at all this coldly. It seemed that this famous sect master should have a lot of knowledge about the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, otherwise he would not have done such a gesture. If ordinary people were ordinary people, they would just think that the other party was a famous man in the world.

The disciples of Wanbeast Palace enjoyed everything very naturally. After leaving the city gate, they gradually increased their horse speed. Qingyan no longer hesitated at this time. He led the horse to the side of the gate and handed something and said softly: "General, if there is an urgent matter in the villain's family, can you please be able to be able to be able to be able to be harmonious?"

The lord weighed the weight and put the silver in his arms, and said in a gull: "Because your honest face is quite honest, I will be compassionate and merciful to let you get into the team. Who! Let this hunter leave first."

Sure enough, no matter how old the times, it will be much smoother to do things with money in your hands.

Pretending to thank the Junmao, Qingyan turned over and ran towards the Qilian Mountains in the west. Not long after, he saw the back of the disciple of Wanzhan Palace from afar. He saw that his horse was not very fast, and he wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way leisurely. Qingyan did not hang behind him from afar, but slapped the horse and came one foot away from the other party and walked with him.

"If you are not mistaken, you must be the disciple of the famous Wanbeast Palace, right?"

"Oh? Although the dress of disciples of Wanbeast Palace in Qizhou is not a huge secret, only a few people know that I look at you as a hunter dress, and it shouldn't look like you know this. I wonder how you are sure that I am from Wanbeast Palace?"

In addition to the surprise, Qingyan also felt helpless. He thought that this Wanbeast Palace is worthy of being a major sect. Although he rarely walks around in the world, the proud look in the tone of the disciple in front of him knew the behavior and style of Wanbeast Palace in the past.

"I have some relatives with the marquis of the west gate of Hongcheng. He said it unintentionally while drunk." Qingyan said nonsense, "I have been fascinated by Wanbeast Palace for a long time. I wonder if you can take me to admire the style of Wanbeast Palace?"

"There are not many disciples in Wanbeast Palace, and I am just one of them. But since I entered the school, I have never seen anyone who has the courage to deceive Wanbeast Palace. Even the governor of Qizhou dare not do this."

Qingyan was shocked when he heard this. He didn't know where the horse was exposed, but the other party's horse did not stop. Of course, he would not retreat because of a word, and it was not ruled out that the other party should test him.

"The marquis of the sect is just because the county magistrate is very respectful to me, so the magistrate of the sect is so sensible to me. Only the county magistrate in Hongcheng knows my identity. Therefore, the so-called news and relatives you get after getting drunk are just a crappy lie."

The disciple of Wanbeast Palace turned around and smiled, "I don't care what your purpose is. If you surrender now, maybe I will spare your life, otherwise the pain of flesh and blood will inevitably be lost."

"It seems that I have been hit hard recently, and I have revealed such a big flaw." Qing Yan murmured to himself.

After half a cup of tea, the two horses circled each other and seemed to be very happy to meet. As for the owners of the mount, there was another atmosphere. The disciples of Wanbeast Palace covered their blue-faced faces and looked at Qingyan in horror, "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

"I saw you analyzing well just now, and I thought your martial arts would not be too bad, but I didn't expect it to be a silver spear wax head. Could it be that the disciples of Wan Beast Palace are as unbearable as you?" Seeing the other party's reaction, Qing Yan stopped and joked.

"The villain is just the most humble disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, otherwise he would have been sent down the mountain to do these trivial matters."

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace."

Although the other party called himself the most ordinary disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, how could there be mediocre people under the eight-armed Divine Ape? It’s just that Qing Yan’s martial arts are too profound and unfathomable.

"Dare, I dare to ask the hero, what are you going to the Ten Thousand Beast Palace? If you are paying homage to the head, why should you do this? With the hero's martial arts, you will definitely be a guest of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace."

"Where did you come from so much nonsense?" Qing Yan flashed, and he picked up the horse in the other direction and walked towards him.

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The Northern Yan mission has been away for three days. In addition to taking Princess Fuyao away, he has also been given countless treasures. The mission also went north with the mission, including the political affairs officer of Pingzhang Zhuge Muyun, in order to officially take over Yinping County. If this most critical betrothal gift is not handed over, Emperor Ling would not let Zhao Linger cross the Huai River north.

In Jinling, the people in the Ling Emperor's bedroom were filled with sorrow. Eunuch Liu stood beside the dragon couch and looked anxious, "Imperial Doctor, when will Your Majesty wake up?"

Seeing the other party's cautious look, Eunuch Liu understood in his heart, "Except Commander Li, all the others withdrew. Without the orders of the Miscellaneous Family, they would never be allowed to step into a step. Those who violate the order will be killed."

"Eunuch Liu, after His Majesty takes the medicine, he will wake up within half an hour, but..."

"But what, you said!" Eunuch Liu held the whisk tightly.

"Your Majesty has not had much time."

Two days later, the people of Jinling suddenly heard the sound of bells. The young people didn't know why, so they thought it was the sound of a Taoist temple in the city. All the older people were shocked because they had heard the fourteen bells ringing in their distant memories.

Emperor Ling has passed away!

This news spread in every corner of Jinling only half a stick of incense. Many people cried bitterly, because as the second emperor of Southern Zhao, Emperor Ling rarely had wars during his reign. Although the people did not say that they lived and worked in peace, they did not have to worry about food and clothing, and their lives were quite enjoyable.

Unexpectedly, after the new King of Sides, Emperor Ling went so soon. Nan Zhao was a little worse, but this was not the most worrying thing for the people of Jinling. Everyone knew that during the decades of Emperor Ling's reign, he had not been appointed as the Eastern Palace. If no last order was issued before his death, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhao Xiang and Zhao Jing, the only two remaining princes, stood outside the Tongji Gate, followed by a black courtier. Although there were many people, they were clearly divided. People in both parties knew that the most important moment was coming.

Tongji Gate opened slowly, and Li Jian led a hundred Jinwu Guards to stand in the middle of the avenue, "Leave a verbal order before His Majesty's death. Only after entering the coffin can the prince and court officials enter the palace. Those who violate the order will be beheaded."

There was an uproar outside the door, and everyone was confused about the last oral order of Emperor Ling during his lifetime, but these were not important. What was important was whether His Majesty left a last order.

"General Li Da, the so-called country cannot be without a king for a day. I wonder if Your Majesty left a last order?" Lu Bohao, the Minister of War, knew that this sentence must not come from the mouth of King Pei.

"Your Majesty did leave a will, but it can only be shown to others after the ministers enter the palace. During this period, Your Majesty ordered Xiao Guangxiao to supervise the country." After Li Jian finished speaking, he walked back and the Jinwu Guard stepped forward to slowly close the Tongji Gate.

"My son is obeying the orders of the father and emperor." Zhao Jing took the lead and bowed and walked towards the carriage. Seeing this, the people of the King of Wu followed closely behind.

Shoufu Xiao left Tongji Gate immediately, and at this time, only Zhao Xiang and his followers were left standing there.

"Prince, I wonder what we are doing now?"

"Go back to the royal palace first and make plans." Zhao Xiang looked at Tongji Gate coldly without stopping.

In the royal palace side by side, Bai Yi had temporarily handed over the Huwei camp to Shi Zhan, so he has been guarding the royal palace these days, so the fourteen bells in the Wei Dynasty could naturally hear clearly.

"Uncle Bai, do you think your Majesty will leave a will before his death?" Dong Zhao was also very concerned about this issue.

"I don't know about the humble position. Logically speaking, during his reign, His Majesty has never expressed his desire to enthrone the Eastern Palace during his years, and the court officials reported this matter and his Majesty cut off the topic. So whether His Majesty left a will or whom he wanted to enthrone the crown prince has always been a mystery."

"We must make the worst plan. If Zhao Xiang takes the lead and defeats Zhao Jing, it will be a devastating disaster for me to stand shoulder to shoulder. Uncle Bai, please be careful of Zhao Xiang's side. If he wants to take action, I will leave no effort to support Zhao Jing to the throne."

If Dong Zhao hears the words, the consequences will be unimaginable, but at this time she doesn't care much about it. Too many things have happened over the years. Qingyan's life and death are uncertain. Ling'er is far away from Beiyan. The most important thing is that her grandmother did not leave the yard after she came back a few days ago, and no one saw her. Dong Zhao was left alone in the entire palace to support her.
Chapter completed!