Yin Biyue subconsciously avoided Luo Mingchuan's gaze and whispered, "Let's go back to Cangya."
Luo Mingchuan smiled, replied 'Okay', and glanced at the entrance of the hole.
Yin Biyue immediately understood when he saw the formation at the entrance of the cave, but the embarrassment that he had just changed the subject and escaped came back again.
It's over, senior brother won't think that I made this formation just to trap him here, what is he? Would you like to try to explain
Yin Biyue spurned himself while pulling the formation flag, bah! So dirty! Senior brother will not think so!
Besides, I slept, what's the use of talking about it now QAQ
Luo Mingchuan naturally didn't know what his pure junior brother was thinking, but couldn't help but ask, "How is your body?"
Yin Bi slowly finished pulling the last flag, and when he heard the words, his hand shook, "It's good, no, it's better than before, my cultivation level has increased..."
The brilliance flowed from the entrance of the cave, and the invisible air blockade was lifted.
Luo Mingchuan stepped forward,
"That's good. Yesterday we did double cultivation for the first time. I'm afraid that there are omissions that will cause you to suffer."
Yin Biyue finally knew where the extra real energy in his meridians came from. He has practiced the Cold Water Sword for many years, and he has been dyed with a cold breath, and the real essence is running in the body, which can be leached out of coldness.
But after waking up this time, there is a weak real essence in the meridians, like a gurgling warm current, slightly different from the circulation in the body, and it forms its own running path.
This feeling is wonderful and warm, just like the temperature every time I get close to my brother.
"Junior Brother, you should know the true essence operation of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, but this exercise is a bit tricky, I still don't want you to practice. In the future... just let it take its course."
Yin Biyue felt that there seemed to be a smile in the words of his brother's concern.
I can't help thinking wildly, and I'm naturally comfortable. Doesn't this mean that I don't need to practice this method, and I rely on that, double cultivation to improve.
An inexplicable sense of shame enveloped him.
Until he was pulled out of the cave by Luo Mingchuan and saw the sun again, he was still immersed in his own mind.
Although he was the one who forced him first (Da Fog), but with his love-filled confession (Da Fog), he moved his senior brother, successfully avoided all kinds of abuse, and finally made his way to HE's grand avenue! (heavy fog)
Yin Biyue was about to cry for herself.
He felt the warmth of his palm, and suddenly raised his eyes to see the person in front of him holding his hand, walking in the thin morning mist.
Cang Ya's robe with wide sleeves and narrow waist perfectly outlines her tall figure. The ink was lightly raised, and it was plated with light by the rising sun.
Looking at Yin Biyue with satisfaction, he felt that the soil and leaves under his feet were so soft that they would sink into them every step of the way.
I even thought that Senior Brother is so beautiful, if I can't sleep in this life, my life is really meaningless.
At this time, Luo Mingchuan turned back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled lightly,
"looks good?"
Yin Bi didn't even think about it, "It looks good."
You are so beautiful, I just want to sleep with you.
Help, I almost said the second half of the sentence QAQ
Full of filth in his head, he ran towards the road of Huang Bao, never to return.
Brother, if you know the cliff will abandon me QAQ
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'Imperial Capital' is a city that stands in the center of the northern continent without any superfluous name.
The towering city walls, a total of eight huge city gates, and an avenue that can accommodate four carriages. On weekdays, there are tens of thousands of chariots and horses going out of the city and entering the city alone.
And everyone who came to the city to look up would feel their own insignificance. After entering the city, it was more like a drop in the ocean, without a trace.
The city is so big that few can find any sense of existence. Students come here to study and seek fame, and businessmen come here to open their doors and do business. No matter how big your ambitions and ambitions are, they can be accommodated here.
There are also many powerful people. In the southern boundary of the city, flower pots on the street fell and smashed five people. Four of them were princes with fiefs. Only the girls from Hualiuxiang can clearly recognize the Chinese carriages of various families and ethnic groups.
Secretly, the forces of all parties are balanced, and no one can cover the sky of the imperial capital with one hand.
On the bright side, the majestic palace is there. The person on the throne is the big man who really turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain.
Winter in the Hokuriku has always come very early, and the first snow has fallen in the imperial capital. The first snow in previous years could not be accumulated, but this snow poured down for four days and four nights.
After sweeping for a few hours during the day, the work in the middle of the night accumulated a thick layer. The golden glazed tiles covering the palace, the gold-painted lanterns on the tall buildings in the south, the beggars' begging bowls under the overpass, and the filthy stinky ditch hidden in the north of the city, all end up in a vast white land that is really clean.
It was the eve of the crown prince's enthronement, and the snow was still falling.
Every house is locked, the school is listening to the class, and the market is closed. Even the Hualiu Lane, where dignitaries and dignitaries used to drink and have fun, fell silent.
The Han Fei Sakura in the Nine Streets and Sixteen Lanes opened, and the coldness penetrated to the bone.
In the huge imperial capital, Xueluo was silent, as silent as a tomb.
The people of the capital have been at the center of the power struggle for many years, and even the woman who sells vegetables has been fascinated by them, giving birth to some keen intuition.
How come the guards of the eight city gates have changed their shifts in advance, and how come there are people on the watchtower at the head of the city. There are even people who are guarding the camp in the west of the city and have seen three thousand imperial guards.
Just like the undercurrent of the earth river, the spider silk in the corner, the more invisible, does not mean that it does not exist.
The wind is roaring, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.
Overtly and secretly, many pairs of eyes looked at the palace.
And tonight, outside the Taihe Hall, it was unusually deserted, with no palace servants sweeping the snow, and no attendants lighting the lights. There was only one general in full armor, holding a sword and guarding the front of the steps.
Inside the temple gate, the tall bronze crane lampstand, the algae reliefs on the vermilion beams and pillars, and the glazed bricks that can be seen by people are all silently silent.
The candles were shining brightly, falling between Duan Chongxuan's eyebrows. There are still six hours before he will ascend the throne and become the real emperor. But in his eyes, there is still a faint smile of the past.
He stayed by his father's bed and didn't seem to care what happened tonight.
Duan Shengan was also laughing, and both father and son were very happy.
The emperor on the sickbed recalled his life. The young man lost his mother and the middle-aged wife lost his wife. The only thing fortunate is that he did not lose his son in old age.
His ancestors fought for many years, unified the northern land, and did the deeds of fighting for the world, and he made the people rich and did the cause of peace in the world.
Keeping a business is harder than starting a business. It's been a hard life.
But which emperor is not difficult? Even if you are a faint king of three thousand in the harem, you still have the difficulty of recruiting someone to serve the bed every day.
Then he asked, "I killed your mother. After all these years, do you still blame me?"
Duan Chongxuan did not answer this question directly, he was silent for a moment, and said,
"Dad has always been a hero in my heart."
Duan Shengan sighed, "You are right."
Kings can die in sickbeds, he thought, but heroes cannot.
Heroes should die on the battlefield.
He propped up on the bed and began to gather strength to get up, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Duan Chongxuan was about to help, but he stopped him by shaking his head.
The old emperor stood up by himself, and every wrinkle and gully carved by a sword on his face stretched out. He put on his boots and clothes and walked out of the dormitory, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty palace.
Duan Chongxuan followed behind him, stupefied, as if his father could live another five hundred years.
When they walked out of the hall, the cold wind was blowing, and the snow was flying. A blue-winged luan with wings covering the sky, pulled the imperial carriage to break through the snow, and lay down on the ground.
Finally, I came to the highest terrace in the palace, which is also the tallest building in the entire imperial capital. In the snowy night, I look at the rivers and mountains for thousands of miles.
Looking to the north, there is a faint fire in the sky. You can even vaguely hear the sound of slaughter, swords clashing and screaming.
Then, to the east, west, and south, there was also a fire.
The torches in the night, connected into a meandering river of fire, came towards the imperial capital.
"For these people, tonight is the last chance. For us, tonight is the last fight. They don't have a choice, and neither do we."
So said the old emperor.
No one knew that the sub-sage Bei Huang could live for a few months, and he still had a few percent of his strength in his heyday. The most foolproof method was to consume him to death. As for the prince, no one cared at first. When it comes to realm cultivation base and means, none of them are in the eyes of the contenders for the throne.
They made waves in the courthouse, stirred up the hearts and minds of the people in the market, and silently crossed rivers and mountains, and changed their flags. Even if it is suppressed, it cannot seriously damage the foundation.
However, the edict of the Zen crown prince was prepared and announced to the world, and there was even news that Duan Chongxuan would abolish the vassal king on the day he ascended the throne.
Now, in the dark, we can't wait any longer.
The situation seems to be Duan Shengan taking the initiative, and it is his choice. In fact, only he himself knows, this is a matter of no choice. He is old, and his vision is not as far as before, and he does not know how many people in this world have dissent.
He understands the temperament of King Xian, and if he is desperate, he will definitely enter the capital tonight. But who else? Who else helps him, or wants a piece of the pie
No matter how many people there are, such a big event must go all out, then all the cards will be revealed.
He wants to clear all possible obstacles before Duan Chongxuan ascends the throne.
The river of fire came very quickly, and the heavy snow could not stop it. On the carriages and chariots of all parties, there were kings with different surnames who had inherited the shadow of their ancestors, and Duan Sheng'an's own brothers.
In their team, most of them looked resolute, as if they were ready to fight for the best ending, and they were also ready to go back without life.
Someone in the guard camp drew a knife and slashed at his comrade. The arrow tower at the head of the city was bleeding into a river. Even the guards on duty in the palace had rebels who planned an assassination and were burned to death by the flames vomited by Qingyiluan. The silent imperial capital was drowned out by the sound of killing.
The earth trembled, and the earth, rocks and dust flew. Ordinary people hid in the cellar, and the mother held the young child, daring not to make a sound.
The intensity of the siege was getting stronger and stronger, and even twelve artillery pieces were pushed in. The defenders at the front of the city asked for help three times. Duan Shengan made a gesture on the terrace, and the resistance was abandoned. The huge Bafang city gate opened, just like welcoming visitors from all directions.
When the most vanguard team had already attacked the Tianxuan Gate of the palace, finally all the rebels had entered the city.
The heavy city gates closed again.
The city is like purgatory on earth.
Torches, igniting arrows, roaring artillery, the fire of Qingyi Luan burning through the sky. There was fire everywhere, the snow was illuminated, hot blood was sprinkled on it, and a white mist rose.
The line of defense of the palace, where the strongest of the cultivation bases began to concentrate their attacks, fought desperately with the Imperial Guard. The private army of the rich and powerful in the south of the city also came out, and their positions were different.
King Xian drove towards the palace wall by himself. Apart from being a prince, he was also a practitioner of Mahayana perfection, the closest to the existence of a saint.
The carriage cut a large hole directly in the palace wall. Hundreds of rebels poured into the palace.
Duan Shengan frowned, and then he took out his dagger, slashed his palm, and blood dripped under the high platform, seeping into the snow.
For a while, Duan Chongxuan could only hear the sound of blood falling.
Countless palaces and palaces lit up one after another, and the golden light shot straight into the sky. From the glazed tiles, from the white jade steps, from the garden corridor, from the dry well in the side palace, through each palace gate, and finally converge in the main hall, these rays of light are connected together, and the whole palace is bright!
Duan Chongxuan knew that the throne of the main hall was the pivot, and it was also the place where the drop of blood really fell.
He called out 'Daddy'.
Duan Shengan's face was a little pale, and his old voice trembled in the wind and snow.
"The road to the throne is a road covered with blood. The blood of the enemy, the blood of the relatives, the blood of one's own."