Chapter 22

From the day when Kunlun Mountain, Wanli, left the extremely cold place in the north, came to the ancient capital of Jinling.

It has become the Holy Land in the hearts of countless ordinary people, which is unreachable and yearning for by the gods.

If there are immortals in the world.

Everyone would think of the mysterious man who lives on the top of Kunlun snow mountain.

The scene of that day.

It's a poem:

a sword is thirty thousand miles across, and the sword is bright and cold in nineteen states. It's impossible to describe men's deep and terrible means.

Kunlun Mountain, eternal in the world, has been for thousands of years.

It can be said.

In the long past.

All the people who had been granted the title of the emperor in the past dynasties have stepped here. They regard Kunlun Mountain as the land of gods. Ordinary people have no right to enter. It is an inviolable forbidden area.

Ten thousand years later.

Those who once climbed the top of the times and crowned the emperor, who among them would have expected that the immortal residence in their hearts, which they regarded as reverence, had been torn apart.

The Kunlun Mountain recorded in the ancient books in the past is mysterious and mysterious. In front of the Chu Lingxiao, it is like a light boat on the sea. When encountering a huge wave, it will turn over when it is said to turn over and destroy when it is said to turn over.

Kunlun has become a reality, a real untouchable forbidden area in the hearts of the world!

……

Looking at Jinling, the ancient capital, from afar, we can see the endless ice and snow as if it were covered by clouds, so that we can't see the end of Kunlun Mountain at all.

Especially at night.

When the moon shines on the stone wall, the whole Kunlun mountain seems to be the most shining star in the void.

Looking up at the bright moon, I am alone in the sky.

At the top of the Kunlun Mountain, there is an abyss at the foot. Standing on the cliffs, a long white figure stands with his hands in his hands. Although it is thousands of feet away, everything in Jinling City seems to be in his indifferent eyes, and close to the bottom of his eyes.

But next moment.

That pair of eyes without a trace of fluctuation suddenly flashed a trace of change, saying to himself lightly:

"it seems that no matter how many years have passed, there will never be less greedy people in the world."

The voice is extremely light.

But let this empty and empty top of the snow appear very cold, even ice and snow are less than a bit, especially biting.

A cold wind blew by.

It's snowy, it's dusty.

On the cliffs and rocks, the lonely figure has been lost.

The night is deep.

People in Jinling City have been busy all day, and gradually fall asleep.

In addition to shops, hotels and hotels, there is hardly a place full of light in Jinling City.

Everyone, turn off the lights, take off the fatigue of the day, and go to sleep.

There are only four monarchs. At this time, they are still surrounded by lights. They are beautiful and have a little sense of independence.

In the north of Yang's royal family manor, there was a sound of drinking, as if celebrating something.

The Zhu clan in the South and the Pu clan in the west, for some reason, were all present and seemed to discuss something together.

……

Only the royal residence of Zhao in the East.

At this time, if there is an outsider, there should be only one feeling, up and down filled with a sense of sadness.

The gate, which symbolizes the dignity of Zhao's royal family, always gives birth to a sense of awe when passers-by looks this way.

However.

The gate yard made of iron looks very lonely from afar. The whole gate seems to be sawn in two and discarded at will.

A sense of authority, lost!

In the inner hall of Zhao's royal family, a dozen top-level officials sat on both sides. Their faces were very angry, but at the thought of the terrible old man, everyone immediately let off steam.

Those who are strong.

There is no match for him among the Zhao family.

Zhao Youxing, the current patriarch, was helpless to see this. He sighed and looked to Zhao Yongchang, who was sitting on the other side:

"father, what should we do now?"

……

A group of senior leaders of Zhao's royal family, looking at the words, were full of eager color on their faces. They really hope that the old patriarch can have a solution.

Otherwise.

In a short time, the royal family of Yang will attack them more recklessly.

Nobody thought of it.

Yang's royal family can invite those strong ones. With one move, they can beat the old patriarch of the nine Qi realm to vomit and bleed. They almost become disabled.

"Grandpa has been hurt so badly, Dad, can't you think of your own way!" Zhao Ning said discontentedly.

At the same time, she felt guilty.

If grandpa didn't stop her, how could he be like this.

Only see.

Zhao Yongchang, who was supposed to be the king of nine Qi and in the state of dragon and tiger, was pale and tired. He waved gently: "Alas, now I, the king of Zhao, have only one way to go."

Smell the words.

A group of high-level officials immediately got up and asked:

"old clan leader, what is the way to go?"

Zhao Youxing's heart was filled with a sigh of relief. As long as there is a way to go, he will not die.

But Zhao Yongchang said the following.

But let all people, mute.

"For today's sake, we can only seek peace." Zhao Yongchang sighed.

Immediately.

There are objections.

"Old clan leader, we can't ask for peace. If we ask for peace, I will lose face of Zhao clan!" As the second leader of the current senior management, Zhao Ninghe is not willing to:

"in the future, we will become the biggest joke in Jinling City!"

"And those powerful families will certainly laugh at our incompetence behind their backs!"

How can we bow down to our rivals at the same level and become courtiers!

It's a humiliation!

……

"Yes, old patriarch, you can't do that."

"Is there no other way?"

A group of high-level officials agreed with each other and disagreed with each other. They are all influential figures outside. It's better to kill them than that.

"Shut up!" Zhao Yongchang suddenly slaps the table angrily and resists the urge of weak Qi to cough. He hates iron but not steel: "compared with the inheritance of Zhao's royal family for thousands of years, face is nothing!"

"I can't stand the humiliation of my husband's flexibility. How can I rest assured that I will give you all the Zhao nationality!"

Wen Yan, everyone, is silent.

But each of them clenched their hands tightly, and their faces were very unwilling.

It's not just them.

Zhao Yongchang was also angry, and he didn't want to bow to the Yang family.

But what's the way?

That old man is absolutely a step away from the Supreme Master of Shenbang. He is very close and invincible. I'm afraid that no great master can match him in China.

But it was just then.

In the void, suddenly there was a wave. A painting axis appeared in the hall of Zhao's royal family. Suddenly everyone stood up, with unbelievable eyes on their faces.

Because.

This is the ancient painting that was robbed by Du Canghai. Now it comes back intact!