"Xunyang River sees you off first night, Maple Leaf Dihua Qiu Se Se Se."

"Master, dismount the guest from the boat. Raise your wine and drink without a string."

..

In Flying Swallow Room, a woman dressed in azure gauze hugged her pipa and sang softly.

A middle-aged man in front of him, who was described as sloppy, sat on a short couch with a glass of sake in his hand. He shook his head and looked intoxicated.

"I haven't heard it for years, but Tsing Yi's voice is still so beautiful." The middle-aged man sighed sincerely.

This is not a particularly harmonious picture.

Whether it was the man's disheveled appearance or his dirty clothes, they were all incompatible with the room that was decorated with a different style, as well as the beautiful and moving appearance of the woman in green.

Zheng.

The woman suddenly stopped at the tip of her finger as she walked upstream of the string, and a harsh voice came from the string.

The woman raised her head and looked at the man with an inexplicable expression.

"That child has already entered the urn. How long do you have to wait?"

The woman asked in an undeserved tone of concern and anxiety.

The man smiled indifferently. He raised his glass again and shook it to the woman.

"Didn't Zhu Shouzuo enter the urn as well? How can you still have the leisure to chat with me here?"

When the woman heard this, her expression froze. Then, her gaze darkened. "Looks like all these years, we have experienced many things that the other party could not have imagined."

The man sighed and said, "Tsing Yi, I really can't see through you."

The expression on the woman's face became gloomier and gloomier. She did not say anything, but the cold light reflected in her eyes landed on the man's body.

"You clearly know that Xiao Han is not a True Dragon, and you also know that this Dragon-Snake Twin Technique, but you did not tell Zhu Xianyan. Instead, you lured him into the urn all the way. Who exactly is behind you? What exactly are you trying to do?"

The woman smiled faintly and played with the pipa in front of her again.

"Everyone is a chess piece in the game. No one will know how big this game is until the end."

..

The night was getting darker.

After a night of revelry, Chang'an fell into silence again.

A horse carriage slowly traveled on the streets of Chang'an City. Wooden wheels pressed down on the bluestone slates of the streets of Chang'an and emitted wheeled sounds that echoed in the silent streets.

In the carriage, there was a white cloth tied to his right arm. The naked youth sat down dispiritedly. He lowered his head and had a cold expression. He did not know what he was thinking.

On the other hand, an old man in a red robe was sitting upright, his eyes narrowed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

"Prefecture Master's cultivation has progressed at an astonishing speed, but I am surprised." After a long silence, the old man suddenly spoke.

The youth smiled bitterly when he heard this. Mr. Lu's cultivation had almost reached the edge of the Immortal Realm. He might be able to deal with others with that little bit of Three-legged Cat's kung fu, but in front of Mr. Lu, it could only be described as ruining everything. He had only slightly touched him and lost the formation.

"Who exactly is a True Dragon?" Xu Han thought for a while before asking in a deep voice.

"Who is a True Dragon? Is it really important?" The old man raised his head and asked.

Xu Han was stunned, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"So it's my turn this time, isn't it?"

Mr. Lu did not understand what the youth meant. He thought for a moment and said sincerely, "Actually, Lord Manor Master is not bad. Even if the Headmaster was here, given the current situation of the Manor of Policy, he might not be able to do better than the Manor Master."

Hearing this, Xu Han raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him. "But these are actually not important, right?" He said.

"Whether it's defending Big Yellow City or overthrowing Gu and Zhao families, none of this matters. What I do and what I don't do doesn't matter to you. From the beginning, all you wanted was my life, right?"

At that time, the youth looked at the old man, his gaze so clear that he could not find the slightest bit of anger or hatred that the old man had anticipated. Some of them were puzzled and confused.

The old man's heart was stabbed at that moment. He used all of his strength to disguise his coldness, showing signs of melting in that instant.

He didn't understand why the Headmaster had found such a young man to be the abandoned son of the Dragon-Snake Twin Technique. Perhaps Xu Han had acted recklessly and indulged himself a little. At this moment, the guilt in the old man's heart would lessen a little.

But in fact, Xu Han did too well, so well that no one could pick out any faults, so good that the old man couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

However, at this point in time, they had no way of turning back.

These sacrifices were worth it in the midst of peace and chaos.

Therefore, the old man suppressed the softness in his heart and lowered his head again, not saying a word.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Xu Han looked out of the window through the cracks in the carriage. They arrived at the door of the Tian Ce Mansion . Mr. Lu did not intend to get off the carriage. Instead, the door of the Tian Ce Mansion was slowly opened. A figure surrounded by many Tian Ce Mansion soldiers arrived at the door. The night was too dense, and everyone wrapped it up too tightly. Hence, Xu Han could not see the person's appearance clearly.

Then, another carriage slowly stopped beside the carriage where Xu Han was sitting. Then, the person was sent into the carriage.

Thus, the two carriages moved again.

Xu Han knew that this time, they were heading towards the Pu Tian Palace of Great Zhou.

At this moment, it was finally coming.

Xu Han withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the old man beside him again. "Is that the True Dragon sitting in the car?" He asked.

The old man nodded and replied softly, "Yes."

After such a simple conversation, the two of them fell into silence again. Two carriages echoed in Chang'an City.

..

At the same time, in front of the Pu Tian Palace, an old man in black stood proudly with a scarlet sword in his hand.

Zhu Xian, who was in charge of Great Zhou's military affairs, led the group of people to bow respectfully to the old man. "This trip is dangerous. Everyone in the world is bound to Immortal Sikong."

The black-clothed old man nodded lightly when he heard this.

"Don't worry, Lord Chief. After today, this Great Zhou will be surnamed Zhu." After saying this, the old man's gaze became strong on the crowd, and finally landed on the purple-robed youth in the crowd.

The old man took a deep look at him, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.

He suddenly turned around and ignored the crowd. He walked towards the tall palace gate.

"This is the Great Zhou Imperial Palace. Those who enter will die!"

An angry roar came from the palace wall, and the imperial army surged out from the palace gate like a tide.

The black-clothed old man, who was walking forward alone, did not seem to have heard such angry shouts. He continued to walk on his stomach in a calm and unhurried manner.

The leader of the Imperial Army frowned and heard a crisp bang. The long saber on his waist was unsheathed, and the hundreds of Imperial Army soldiers behind him also pulled out their sabers and swords from his waist.

The bright saber and sword flashed with a cold light in the night, like the eyes of a ghost that had crawled out of hell.

At that time, the black-clothed old man's eyes shone with a bloody light.

A black dragon suddenly gushed out of his body and whistled away.

As a result, hundreds of Imperial Army soldiers transformed into a rain of blood that covered the sky, drenching the entire Pu Tian Palace in blood red.

The old man stepped on the corpses all over the ground, bathed in the rain of blood, and walked towards the depths of the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.

"The Linglong Pavilion Division is blank."

"For Ping Tian's indignation, for the sake of saving lives."

"Your Majesty Long Yu, please!"

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