"Let Qianye move out." Zhao Ruoxi said word by word.
Zhao Yuying has a character that is not afraid of anything, even if she is completely suppressed, she will not show weakness, so she sneered and said, "Want to threaten my mother? Dream it!"
Zhao Ruoxi's eyes flashed with killing intent.
At this moment, an extremely fierce murderous aura suddenly broke through Manshushahua's "Styx" domain, and the seven-foot-long bloody sword edge of "Slaying" crossed the table, separating Zhao Ruoxi and Zhao Yuying.
"Mr. Cheng En!"
"Father!"
It was Cheng Engong Zhao Weihuang who climbed to the third floor. With his strength, killing and cutting was the foundation of a generation of magic soldiers, which temporarily suppressed Manshushahua's power. Of course, there is also the reason why Zhao Ruoxi didn't try his best to motivate her.
Seeing Zhao Weihuang appear, Zhao Ruoxi was taken aback, "Why are you here? Mother..." She suddenly stopped talking, the past cannot be told in public, otherwise Zhao Ruoxi would not have hesitated until today before deciding to appear by Qianye's side.
Zhao Yuying was also surprised. She knew that Qianye was originally Zhao Weihuang's concubine, and Cheng Engong showed his concern by showing up so openly, but the more he was concerned, the more ugly Princess Gaoyi's face would be.
Zhao Weihuang didn't take it seriously, said "It's okay", and sat down on the table in the middle.
Zhao Yuying and Zhao Ruoxi glared at each other viciously and sat down. With Zhao Weihuang present, the two of them would not be able to fight, and the cause of the quarrel was even harder to bring up in front of this elder.
Looking at the table full of wine and food, Zhao Weihuang chuckled, put the killing on the table, and did not take it back. He poured himself a glass of wine and said, "Yuying, you will enjoy it. Not only did you choose a good location, but you also prepared wine and food."
Zhao Yuying was a little embarrassed, "My old lady... ah! No, I thought you wouldn't come over."
The location on the third floor is customarily reserved for the elders, and occasionally a daring junior like Zhao Yuying secretly uses it once in a while.
But at this moment, Duke You's voice came from the stairs: "Yu Ying is just helping me to take a seat."
This time Zhao Weihuang was also taken aback and stood up. In terms of seniority, he is a generation lower than Duke You, Zhao Xuanji, but the two are both Dukes now, and he is also the head of the Zhao Clan. In public, he always ignores family etiquette and only talks about patriarchal principles.
Zhao Xuanji walked up the stairs slowly, his eyes paused on Shafa and Manshushahua for a moment, he seemed to realize something, and said with a smile: "It seems that Wei Huang is in a good mood, and you plan to dance your sword to cheer up."
Zhao Weihuang laughed, and waved the killing back into the sheath, then put it aside, greeted Lord You to take a seat, then glared at Zhao Ruoxi, and shouted: "Hurry up and take Manshushahua, this gun is not for you to make trouble. Just for fun."
Zhao Ruoxi reluctantly put away the gun and sat quietly, sulking all by herself. Even if the two princes, including her biological father, were present, she didn't give much face.
Zhao Xuanji sat down next to Zhao Weihuang, and asked, "Has Yuying caused you trouble again?"
Zhao Yuying immediately refused to accept it, and said angrily: "Nonsense! As gentle and virtuous as my old lady..."
As soon as this sentence came out of her mouth, Zhao Yuying knew it was wrong, so she stopped it immediately and shrank her neck. Zhao Xuanji has been famous for dozens of years, and he is extremely dignified. In front of him, even Zhao Yuying would not dare to be too insolent. If he said "old lady", he would be fined for several months.
"Why did You Guogong come to this Creation Garden? Could it be..." Zhao Weihuang didn't finish his sentence.
Zhao Xuanji just said: "I think, probably Duke Yan is coming soon."
Before the words fell, Duke Yan's voice sounded: "Xuanji still understands me."
So far, the three princes of the Zhao Clan have arrived together. After Yan Guogong also sat down, Zhao Weihuang looked at the second prince with a questioning expression on his face.
Youyan and Youyan looked at each other, and Youguo was still fair: "There are no outsiders here, so you might as well say it clearly. Thinking about it, Wei Huang also knows that Jundu is quite persistent in this matter, and Qianye has a special status, so the two of us This old guy wants to take this opportunity to come over and see what this kid's potential is. If there is something to be cultivated, then we don't mind contributing to it and protecting it."
Yan Guogong also nodded and said: "Xuanji's words are very true. Most of my Zhao Clan's luck in the next hundred years will fall on Jundu's shoulders. It is very likely that those people deliberately instigated what happened back then. It's fine if I succeed, if I, the Zhao Clan, can't protect my own children after many years, wouldn't it be a joke."
The sharp light in Zhao Weihuang's eyes flashed away, then turned into a smile, and said, "Let's have a look then!"
San Gong sat down, Yuan stopped Yue Zhi.
With Sangong present, the two young girls could only honestly accompany them. That's all for Zhao Ruoxi, she is already so quiet that it's almost ethereal, sometimes it's not a problem to sit for a whole day. It's just that Zhao Yuying suffers, she has a temperament that can't sit still at all, if it wasn't for Qianye's promotion, she wouldn't sit still, and now there are all elders in front of her, she always has to maintain a basic sitting posture, it is really impossible out of distress.
After a short while, Zhao Yuying kept twisting and turning, only feeling that every part of her body was indescribably awkward, she wished she could prick her with the tip of a knife twice to feel comfortable.
As the afternoon passed, it gradually reached dusk. There was still no movement in the marrow washing pool, but Sangong sat as firmly as Mount Tai.
There have been several groups of people who have quietly come to the Creation Garden, but found that Sangong was there, and quietly retreated.
For example, Zhao Fenglei and Zhao Xiuzhu had been sitting and waiting for a long time anyway, and the three of them suddenly arrived, and the two of them had no choice but to leave, otherwise they would be impatiently commented by the elders upstairs, and the rest of the people would not even be able to wait. The small building did not step in either. That's the case, what's so good about the promotion of a child from the Congfu? There must be a reason for coming.
How can these people's every move be hidden from San Gong? The three men exchanged veiled glances with each other, already knowing what they knew, so they didn't say much.
At this moment in the Good Fortune Garden, several deacons were running back and forth, all of them sweating profusely. One of them ran to the steward, lowered his voice, and said, "My lord, something is wrong! The source liquid is consumed at a strangely fast rate. This is the first day, and the reserves have already been used up by half. At this rate, I'm afraid It can't last two days."
The steward's face turned cold, and he said, "Have you checked all the places?"
"Brothers have just thoroughly checked the formation again, there is no problem! Every corner has been checked. Could it be..."
The steward immediately interrupted him: "Don't talk nonsense! We watched him go in, how is it possible? The three princes are all above, and you still dare to talk nonsense! Do you want to die?"
The deacon shrank his neck in fright, but he was a little unconvinced and said: "But this source liquid has been consumed too much, even Master Cointreau is no more than that! With so much consumption, there is no sign at all."
Hearing this, the steward suddenly took a deep breath and said, "In this way, if the vision comes out, it will probably be a disaster!"
At this moment, the deacon was suddenly dumbfounded and stared at the steward's feet. The steward was puzzled, looked down, and found that a crimson light appeared at some point, flowing on the ground like water, and had already submerged his feet.
The steward's shock was no small matter, and he subconsciously jumped up. The crimson light is like a tide, still slowly spreading outward, no matter flowers, trees, trees or rocks, nothing can stop it.
The steward's feet landed on the ground and stepped into the light waves, but it didn't cause any ripples. At this moment, he suddenly understood, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the marrow washing pool, and whispered: "Vision!"
The deacon looked at the ever-expanding stream of light, and said in a daze, "This, this range, can catch up to Master Cointreau."
The old steward has been guarding the marrow washing pool for many years, with a complicated expression on his face, he said: "The scope is almost the same, but the quality is not enough. However, this is just the beginning!"
At this time, three tyrannical consciousnesses swept across the marrow washing pool, and the three masters of the Zhao Clan upstairs had already noticed the vision here.
The crimson light flow barely spread to the entire Good Fortune Garden, and then stopped, no longer expanding.
At the window on the second floor, Zhao Xiuzhu looked dignified, but he still held his breath, and said indifferently: "There is quantity but no quality, so it can only be barely classified as the first class."
Zhao Fenglei gritted his teeth, unable to conceal his hatred. Even if the quality is immeasurable, the volume alone is more than enough to overwhelm him.
On the third floor, Sangong remained calm and continued to watch. Zhao Yuying cheered, jumped up, stepped on the chair, and shouted: "This vision is not bad, the range has caught up with Xiaosi!"
Zhao Ruoxi was also full of joy at first, but when she saw Zhao Yuying so happy, her small face immediately sank, and a small hand quietly touched Manshushahua.
Duke You gave Zhao Yuying a glance, and said, "Frizzled, what do you look like? Sit down for me!"
For Sangong, what Qianye showed at this moment was the depth of the original force. Although it far surpassed ordinary people, it was still difficult for Sangong to see. The higher the level of combat power, the more important the purity of the original force is, and the degree of purity of the original force when crossing the battle will directly determine the future development potential.
At this moment, Zhao Fenglei snorted heavily on the second floor, and couldn't help but said: "It means more original force, and no special ability, what's the use of this alone!" He was worried about the people upstairs, his voice was not loud, but Under the anger, he still raised his head a little. Everyone on the third floor was extraordinary, and they all heard it.
Sangong's expression remained calm and unchanged. In fact, what Zhao Fenglei said was correct, but if the original force is deep, it is already the foundation for ordinary warriors, but in a high-ranking family like the Zhao family, at best, they can barely touch the upper edge.
In the Good Fortune Garden, the scarlet light flow has stopped expanding, and its scope is slightly smaller than that of Zhao Jundu. However, after a while, the crimson stream of light suddenly became windless and rippling, with golden rays emerging from time to time, rising slowly. Looking from a distance, it looks like countless stars, stretching into pieces.
The three men upstairs were all moved!
Zhao Weihuang stood up abruptly, unable to hide the surprise in his heart, and lost his voice: "Dawn dawns! So it really is morning dawn!"
The morning sun carries the light, and once the light comes out, everything is brilliant.
At this moment, there are more and more golden rays of light, and it has become a sea of stars, floating in the sky above the entire Creation Garden. Later, there were even patches of golden light emerging from the crimson stream of light.
Shock flashed in Yan Guogong's eyes, and he nodded and said: "That's right! The dawn of the sun, the morning stars move, it's the dawn!"