There was a dead silence in Chenglong Palace.

There is no "iron law" that whistles.

There is no overwhelming power of the "True Dragon Emperor".

Emperor Taizong, who was stabbed by Xu Zang's sword energy, had a strong cold air radiated on his body, and the dead air continued to emit from the inside and out, and his robe continued to produce ice slags, and then continued to melt... It looked like a snowman coming out of the desolate realm in the extreme north.

The emperor's expression became gloomy.

The man in blue shirt standing on the threshold smiled and stood in the white mist, his voice soft and slow.

"The Chenglong Palace is in chaos... Xu Zang entered Tiandu alone, and no one stopped him. Don't you think it's wrong?"

Taizong's eyes became cold little by little.

Xu Qingke said it well.

Although Nirvana is rare in the world of Great Sui Dynasty... it will not disappear.

For example, Su Muzhe, the director of Bailu Cave Academy, although it is a new nirvana, how could it be impossible for Xu Zang to be able to perceive the existence of Xu Zang?

It is normal for Xu Zang to enter the realm of Nirvana and to enter the Tiandu with his Nirvana strength. The three sects cannot stop him... But the problem is that the black shirt came too easily.

There was no obstacle at all.

Because no one stopped him.

After the emperor waved to the aisle Zongling Mountain and the third prince Li Bailin, the "authors" waiting outside Chenglong Hall retreated.

"I just left the other side of the imperial city... it was a little rushed."

Xu Qingke said and smiled. He turned his head slightly, pointed his finger behind him, and passed the main hall of Chenglong Palace... At the end of the square streets and alleys of Tiandu Imperial City, there is a mansion that has been respected for a hundred years.

That direction is...Lotus Pavilion.

The tea fragrance of the white-haired counselor had not yet disappeared. He stretched out one hand, stroked his hair, and tied his long scattered hair backwards. There was a pitch-black hair rope on his wrist. After tying his hair, he looked a little feminine, but it was never gloomy.

Xu Qingke smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I will take you to meet two acquaintances."

In the white mist behind him, there were two figures, one high and one low, one slowly stepped into the Chenglong Palace Hall.

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Time pushes forward.

The rising sun was once again covered by clouds and mist, and the clouds drifted back to the tide, and the sun set.

The first moon rises.

The fallen leaves on the street flew towards the branches.

Passers-by were walking on the street with their collars in a hurry.

The day before the execution in Tiandu City.

In the dungeon of the Law Enforcement Department, a thin man in a blue shirt walked out. Xu Qingke, with white hair and shoulders, walked out of the Law Enforcement Department dungeon. Behind him, a group of young officials bowed and stood.

The most important mortals held in the dungeon are not great practitioners above the ten realms.

But two young men under twenty years old.

Xu Qingke's face was a little haggard. He had seen Ning Yi... In the dark and wet floor room, the young man in black robe who had grown up was still in a coma. The man would wake up soon.

Destiny is like a connected gear, rigging and operating in the middle of the night in Tiandu City.

Everyone in this capital is like a corner of a rotating gear... No one can escape the twist of fate.

Meeting Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu in person is of great significance to him.

In his deduction, Tiandu's chess game was too uncontrollable. After planning such a long time, it was far from being able to "finish kill" just by understanding "that man".

He is a meticulous person, and all the plans he set out are for today's opening.

He can't tolerate any mistakes.

Xu Qingke stepped out of the law enforcement department, and the door behind him slowly closed. The night wind was bleak and crows were crying. He looked in a certain direction outside the Tiandu City.

The rain stops tonight.

Because the sword woke up again... the first thing I had to do to win the chess game in Tiandu... was to pull the emperor opposite the chess game off the "throne".

The sword was sharp enough.

As long as the sword can stab the emperor smoothly... he can turn the emperor into a part of the chessboard, so that there is only one chess player in Tiandu City.

This chess is not divided into the Chu River and Han boundaries, chariots, horses, artillery and soldiers.

All the chess pieces have only one purpose... to kill the "general" on the throne!

Xu Qingke walked on the streets of Tiandu, following behind him a tall figure shrouded in a black robe. The figure walked silently, like a ghostly shadow.

Xu Qingke's soul has never stopped operating in the past six months... He looked at this day every day, like watching flowers in the fog, and it was real and vague. As time went by, he gradually saw it clearly today.

Heaven is developing in the direction of its ideal.

He does have the unparalleled "derivation of fate" technique, from personal cause and effect to the fortune of a country... he can make a fortune.

The price paid is naturally obvious.

The head is covered in frost and white swaying in the wind.

Xu Qingke's voice flashed through the streets and alleys.

"Ning Yi."

"Pei Lingsu."

He met the two young men in the law enforcement department, took off a strand of hair, and saw a corner of the future...

There are many futures in this chess game. Even if a real god comes, it is impossible to see them all, so he intercepted the most important people, went to see the future of that corner, and nailed the corner to death...

He saw the broken fine snow and the fog-like darkness on Ning Yi's body.

It's exactly the same as what I had previously deduced in the mansion.

The dying person.

After the soul was dissipated, it turned into a cold stone sculpture.

He saw a blood-red color on Pei Lingsu, and the emotions of anger and sadness intertwined. The blood-red color was not only the color of blood, but also like a burning and boiling flame.

There is also Chenglong Temple burned by wildfires.

It is actually enough to get these two corners of the future.

There were only a few people standing in the center of the storm... He had already taken off a strand of Li Bailin's hair and got a very satisfactory result after the fortune-telling.

Now, he wants to do something very important before the game begins.

The pace paused.

Xu Qingke stood in front of the ancient and literary mansion.

Lotus Pavilion.

The great black-robed practitioner who followed the law enforcement department silently hid in the darkness at the entrance of the alley.

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The lantern sways.

Mr. Yuan Chun sat in the courtyard, with books after books floating in front of him, including instructions from broken chapters and records of fighting against ancient masters.

"Plum Blossom Book", "Taoluo Yuanji", "The Deep Sea Pavilion"... The breeze turns the book, and the pages of the book are rustling.

The purple lotus in the old man's eyebrows was flashing with a faint fluorescence.

He is old and after returning from the North, he has been in a bad mood recently. He is always sleepy and wants to sleep.

There is a broken piece in front of the stone table.

When he was young, he once played a game of chess with a very amazing genius.

It’s a pity that the game has not been finished yet.

I didn't have the chance to finish it later.

Because the genius sitting at his chess table did not live as long as he did... So, for hundreds of years, when he was free, Yuan Chun would always find this broken piece, holding two chess pieces alone.

I always think of my youth.

At that time, he was full of energy, far less so depressed and calm than he is now. He attacked and killed, and was full of sword intent everywhere.

He thought that by this point, he had already gained an absolute advantage.

The power of the child is superior, and the whole area is very good.

Even if they fight again, in the end, the other party will have a glimmer of hope and will never be able to defeat themselves.

But over the years, his personality has gradually become round and satisfactory. He read this endgame again and continued to deduce it with the ancient score... but he discovered an amazing thing. The degree of change in this chess game is so great that it can deduce it is far beyond his imagination.
To be continued...