The beacons that filled the Jiuzhou Provinces did not affect the singing and dancing in the capital.

This 700-year-old capital has experienced too many ups and downs in the long river of time.

Even the people living here have been soothed with a sense of calmness and superiority that has penetrated deep into the bones.

In the eyes of the old people in the capital, no matter how chaos is outside, as long as the thief army has not yet reached the foot of the imperial city, the world will be peaceful!

The war in northwestern Yan was discussed everywhere on the streets of the city.

Open your mouth and say "Huo Ni".

Keep your mouth shut.

The contemptuous attitude in the words was as if they could beat the 400,000 Sharen Pioneer Army in northwest Yan by just giving them a gun!

The ancient and heavy city seems to be a paradise...

Inside a city teahouse.

The storyteller held a gavel and spitted with spitting and gestures, telling the newly compiled verse of Huo Qing's defeat in Xuanbeizhou, which won rounds of applause.

On the elegant seat facing the street, a middle-aged man in blue who had long hair tied up with a bun and fixed it on top of his head with a jingzi hairpin, sat quietly behind the bamboo curtain.

He listened to the wonderful storyteller's storyteller, staring at the street scenes of people coming and going outside the window. His two slender fingers unconsciously tweaked the white porcelain tea cup in his palm, and the misty heat slowly in front of him.

Steaming...

Because of the existence of the middle-aged man in Qingyi, the small and noisy elegant taste of the Zhilan tea room actually has a bit of the elegant taste.

A pretty young man in white dress wearing an ancient silver forehead and a jade-like face walked through the noisy lobby, gently lifted the bamboo curtain, bowed inside, and whispered: "Old Master, the news has been reviewed, eight days ago

, At the Taiping Pass of Xuanbei, there is indeed a golden dragon of luck rising!”

"oh?"

The middle-aged man in green whispered casually: "Is that true?"

The young man in white stood with his head down, his eyes not squinted, and his breath was gentle and even, like a stone and wood sculpture, without any turbulence.

"Will Huo Qing be in Taiping Pass that day?"

The middle-aged man in green asked indifferently.

The young man in white replied respectfully: "Go back to the emperor, Huo Qing was in the vanguard army of the Western Regions that day."

"Haha... I've been fighting for something that is useless and I've made wedding dresses for others."

A slight sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in green.

The young man in white looks at his nose and his nose, and he thinks he is blind, deaf, or mute.

"Go down."

The middle-aged man in green said lightly.

"The little minister surrenders..."

The young man in white bowed to the end and bowed out of the bamboo curtain.

The middle-aged man in green finally turned around and looked at the green tea soup in the tea cup in his palm that was as calm as an ancient well. His eyes seemed to have passed through two hundred years, and they looked at each other with those violent and rebellious eyes.

"The new dragon has become a powerful force, the old thing, won't it come back?"

...

The clear cry of eagles cut through the gloomy sky.

On the vast earth, a majestic man wearing golden armor ran out of the pale palace group, grabbed the eagle whistle hanging on his chest, and blew it vigorously.

The goshawk galloped down.

The majestic man poked out a strong arm that was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh and calmly caught the half-height of the goshawk.

The eagle claw, which was as sharp as a blade, failed to leave a white mark on his arm!

The strong man took a bloody meat that was as big as a palm from the hand of the eagle slave, fed it into the mouth of the goshawk, then untied the bamboo tube on the eagle's claws and handed the goshawk to the eagle slave.

"Bang."

Two iron-cast fingers crushed the iron-sealed bamboo tube.

The majestic man took out the cloth from the bamboo tube, opened it and looked at it, his face changed suddenly. He hurriedly put away the cloth, turned around and rushed towards the depths of the palace group.

Go deeper.

The lower the temperature.

Soon, the hot air exhaled from the majestic man's mouth and nose condensed into a white air that was more than a foot long.

This is a kind of cold that is different from the ice and snow.

The coldness of the ice and snow is the dryness, the coldness is on the surface.

Thick and warm clothes and the surging blood of the warrior can resist this cold.

And this kind of coldness in the palace is a kind of coldness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and makes people feel shriveled in their hearts.

With a strong man with bare shirtlessness, he could ignore the Eagle Claws. At least the strength of an eighth-grade warrior, he was so cold that he had goose bumps all over his body...

But as cold as this, the strong man took a step back and walked gently, as if he was afraid of waking up something.

He was indeed afraid of his own steps.

It disturbed the sleeping ancestors and ancestors.

Not long.

The majestic man arrived outside an ice palace made of black ice. The two heroes knelt down and kowtowed, "Old ancestor, grandson Ji Tai, ask for a meeting."

"KaKaKa..."

Two Xuanbing doors slowly opened, and an old voice came from the inside of the Ice Palace, "Tai'er, come in!"

The mighty man bowed inside.

In the Ice Palace, it is not a scene of ice and snow.

Instead, it is planted with many strange flowers and plants that like cold and yin.

A trickle of cold air flows on the ground.

It's like a fairyland.

The majestic man was not surprised and used to it. He turned around in a familiar way, and found the person he was looking for under a huge snow plum that looked like a banyan tree.

An old man with white beard and thin hair was so thin that he was only skinny that he was left with a layer of skin and bones. He lay quietly on a rocking chair with a thick piece of snow bear fur wrapped around his body. His sleeves hanging from outside were still slim.

It was discovered that it was a dragon robe.

The emperor's outfit can no longer add imperial dignity to the old man.

When the majestic man saw him, he felt sad.

As the most favored great-grandson, he knew that his ancestors had not taken off their imperial crowns and dragon robes for nearly two hundred years.

It’s not because of the ancestors that I don’t want to quit.

But it cannot be removed.

His life is supported by the Emperor's Reign and the remaining dragon energy of the ancestors.

For others, the imperial crown and dragon robe representing supreme power and majesty are just shackles that cannot be escaped for the ancestors...

The old man opened his eyes that were so turbid that he could hardly tell the difference between the pupils and the whites of his eyes. He looked at the choked macho man and said with a reluctant smile: "Tai'er, why do you want to see me?"

The strong man knelt in front of the old man's knees, took out the cloth from his arms, and replied: "Old ancestors, Jiuzhou rewards, and a golden dragon of luck appeared in Xuanbeizhou!"

The old man said lightly, "Oh?" and asked, "Has the new dragon power been achieved? But that King Huo Qing of Zhenbei?"

The powerful man replied: "It's not Huo Qing, but a gangster named Zhang Chu!"

"Zhang Chu..."

The old man chanted the name softly, but was not surprised, but chuckled: "There are talented people in the country... It's time to go home! If you don't go back, you really can't go back!"

Upon hearing this, the strong man hurriedly said, "Old ancestor, why not wait? The Ying family's rebels still have national strength, and a new dragon has been born in Jiuzhou. If you go back now, wouldn't you be attacked on both sides?"

"Good boy, that's not how things are seen!"

The old man stretched out a dry palm from under the bear's skin, gently stroked the majestic man's head, and said slowly: "After a new dragon is born, it means that his winner has been abandoned by the fortune of Jiuzhou. This is the general trend, let him

No matter how many methods Ying Yi has, he cannot change it again. He will never go back now. When the old and old change, the master and subordinate will change their positions. Our clan will really be decayed in this thousands of miles of yellow sand!"

"Besides, he Ying Yi did not hesitate to harm his country's destiny and set up such a big game of chess. Isn't it just to attract grandpa to join the game?"

The old man laughed: "He Yingyi has the spirit of 'My destiny is not by heaven'. Grandpa, he cannot shame his ancestors..."

"But, but your body..."

The majestic man looked at his body with tears in his eyes, and could not say a complete sentence.

In order to maintain their clan fortune, our ancestors have been going on for too long.

The old man smiled comfortably and said, "Idiot, why should I be this little daughter? He won Yi and took the destiny, and his grandfather could still beat him half of his son!"

"Now everyone is abandoning their children. No matter how high or low they are, they are just starting over... Grandpa, never feared him for winning Yi!"

It was not until this time that the old man, who was like a candle in the wind, finally showed a trace of the domineering spirit of a generation of emperors despising the world!

PS1: It’s the last month, let’s accompany Zhang Chu to finish this last round!
Chapter completed!