The moon is rising, the night is slightly cool, and in the southeast of the Three Emperors City, in a small courtyard, the lights are bright and the aroma of wine is overflowing.
The strong and pressing marching wine was drunk into the throat, and the burning sensation came, which made people intoxicated.
After three rounds of drinking, the wine is not intoxicating and everyone is self-intoxicating. The two have very different personalities and a huge age difference, but they are bizarrely sitting together and drinking hard.
Ning Chen, who has always been deeply scheming, this time, he didn't play any more scheming. He drank jar after jar of spirits into his stomach, and felt an overwhelming burning sensation, but his exhaustion was much lessened.
Xuan Mo looked at the young man in front of him, and his mentality and views gradually changed. The first time they met, he had a general impression of this young man, because he could not understand him.
The young man who can completely hide his mind can see how terrifying his scheming is, and his intuition tells him that this disciple of King Jiuyou is not simple.
He has been stationed in the Three Emperors City for too long, and he has seen countless young geniuses. He has never had any good feelings for these nobles who are approachable on the outside but deep like the sea in their hearts.
When he first saw this son, he also felt the same way, but because of the relationship with King Jiuyou, he still had reservations.
Goodbye today, this son is looking for him to drink with two jars of wine. His impression of this young man is even worse. For hundreds of years, more than one prince has come to win him over with different methods. However, in the end, The purpose is the same.
He holds the Imperial Army in his hand and is in charge of the safety of the Three Emperors City. For the princes, he is a powerful bargaining chip in the struggle for great power. He doesn't like Huangquan's battles, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand this.
Therefore, in the face of this disciple of King Jiuyou, he did not want to beat around the bush, and directly explained his attitude.
However, what he didn't expect was that this child denied and dispelled his concerns with a few simple words.
A prince with a distinguished status, but did not have the qualifications to inherit the great power, why did he need to win over him, the commander of the forbidden army.
He came to him, just for a drink.
"In drunkenness, I turned on the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates performed moxibustion, fifty strings turned the sound outside the fortress, and autumn soldiers were ordered in the battlefield.
The horse-made Lu was so fast, his bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king's affairs in the world, Ying won the name before and after his death, and it happened in vain! "
The spirits scorched the heart, and the spirit of the wine pierced the brain, Ning Chen looked at the night scene outside the window and whispered softly.
The struggle of his life has gradually become a memory. When he was young, he led troops to guard the summer, fought bloody battles, and fought for ten years to protect his cherished relatives and friends.
When he was young, when the gods came to the world, the gods were devastated, and at the time of life and death, he had to give up everything and borrowed five hundred years of life from the sky to obtain a hundred-year foundation, resist the power of the gods, and send the gods back to the sky.
When he was in his prime, the five domains merged, the turbulent times were strife, the Tianfu invasion, and the lips and teeth were cold. In order to prevent Shenzhou from being robbed again, he had to raise his sword and fight again to protect the safety of the lower world.
When he was middle-aged, he went far away to find a way to resurrect the ghost girl, fighting against immortals, fighting thousands of arrogance, and obtaining the tree of immortality and the water of Yaochi.
A hundred years later, his head was full of white hair, the immortal peach tree blossomed and fruited, the ghost girl was resurrected, and under the punishment of heaven, his life also ended.
However, the ghost girl once again saved him, forcibly pulled him back from the gate of hell, and continued for another life.
In this life, how will he go
The wine was poured into the stomach one after another, and Ning Chen's eyes were a little confused, or one day, he would wake up from a drunken dream, and everything would return to his youth.
Poor white happens, poor white happens!
Hundred years, he should be old.
On the side, Xuan Mo listened to the murmurs in the mouths of the young people around him, and for some reason, an inexplicable desolation rose in his heart.
But the king's affairs in the world, Ying won the name before and after his death, and it happened in vain!
This is a portrait of a general in the world, why does this son have such a sigh.
Xuan Mo looked at the people around him, and for a long time, his eyes narrowed slightly.
It was only now that he noticed that this young man's long hair was completely white.
Among the Hundred Races, there are no white-haired races, so few people will notice this.
However, no matter whether he is a demon clan or a human clan, at this age and realm, he will never be young and white-haired.
In the Three Emperors City, everyone rumored that the Thirteenth Prince was a demon from the human world. He had the bloodline of the royal family because he devoured a royal demon.
After staring for a long time, Xuan Mo sighed softly. It seems that this disciple of King Jiuyou has too many unknown pasts.
"Big Brother Xuanmo, if one day, if we meet on the battlefield, I won't let you go."
With a mouthful of spirits in his throat, Ning Chen suddenly spoke with a surprisingly serious tone.
Xuan Mo was startled when he heard the words, but did not react for a while.
Ning Chen smiled slightly, didn't say more, and continued to drink silently. He is very clear about his identity and mission. Now the channel between the original demon and the outer world has been opened. Although the senior Prince Yan and the mysterious old man have taken action to shock the scale emperor and the first batch of powerful people of the hundred tribes, the original demon and the people
Between clans, sooner or later there will be a war. This is a battle left over from the ancient times. It is unavoidable. The hundreds of tribes in the primitive demon domain will not give up this opportunity to compete for more resources, especially the Tianmo clan with three demon emperors. I am afraid that they have not given up since the ancient times~ Jun
Ambition to the world.
"His Royal Highness, there is a sentence that I would like to advise you at the end." Xuan Mo said in a deep voice.
"Brother Xuanmo, it's okay to say anything," Ning Chen said with a smile.
"The battle for imperial power has always been a battlefield without swords and soldiers, and it is even crueler than the battlefield. If your Highness is not interested in this, it is best not to be involved in it." Xuan Mo said sternly.
"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop"
Ning Chen took a sip of wine silently, and said, "How can you be clean when you are in this position? Brother Xuanmo, can you know, how many royal dignitaries have come to Jiuyou Palace in the past few days?"
"His Royal Highness's master is King Jiuyou. If His Highness insists on not participating in the imperial power struggle, who would dare to force His Highness?" Xuan Mo said condensedly.
"The eldest prince, the third prince, the seventh prince, and the other princes, which one is not the son of the third prince, I don't want to fight, it doesn't mean that I can be alone, okay, Brother Xuanmo, we are only here today. Drink alcohol and not talk about politics."
Ning Chen stretched out the wine jar and smiled.
Xuan Mo nodded, bumped it with the wine jar, stopped talking, and raised his head to drink.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and beside the two, the empty wine jars were piled up into hills.
The woman came, added new oil to the oil lamp, and left silently without disturbing the two of them.
In the middle of the month, Xuan Mo was half-lying in front of the door and fell asleep. He didn't use his cultivation base to resist the wine's strength. Even the king's cultivation base, the commander of the forbidden army, couldn't resist the fierce wine's strength of marching wine.
Ning Chen drank the last jar of wine, then put the jar aside and stood up.
Not far away, the woman waited quietly, never resting.
"Sister-in-law, I'm disturbing you today."
Ning Chen stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "It's getting late, it's time for me to go back."
"Is Your Highness not resting here?" the woman asked softly.
"No"
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "My current status, staying here for too long will only add unnecessary trouble to Big Brother Xuan Mo."
After speaking, Ning Chen bowed again and said, "Farewell."
The woman did not hold back any longer, and watched the former leave.
After Ning Chen left, the woman walked to the door of the room, carefully helped the man up, and said, "This young man is not bad, but he's too tired to live."
Xuan Mo opened his eyes, seven percent drunk, and three percent sober, "The disciple of King Jiuyou, it won't be too bad."
In the Three Emperors City, Ning Chen walked forward, the night was slightly cool, the cold wind was blowing, and the plain clothes were hunting and flying.
At this moment, in the void, the black moon covered his eyes, and a cold and cold light broke through the void without warning, forcing him to kill ruthlessly.
"finally come."
Ning Chen stopped, his eyes looked at the cold light coming from the sky, his right hand was empty, and the magic sword appeared.
Killing millions, Heaven and Earth will not tolerate it, the only one in the world, know the fate of Marquis Wu! A sword went retrograde, the cold light shattered, the plain clothes passed by, and the eyes were full of desolation and redness...