C16

On this night, Emperor Xian of Heaven could easily make this towering dragon close and dance by itself, looking around with a blank expression on his face.

The young crown prince who later pacified the internal strife of the eight kings, Grand Xia's guardian, Xia Chengguang, knelt on the ground beside Wang Zuo, his sword in his hand, and his dragon slaying.

After the Emperor Wu of the Heavenly Seal, he slashed his sword open with the remnant flame, which illuminated the sky, his old and stiff body slowly faced the crown prince, unwillingly staring with wide eyes, tightly holding onto the crown prince's hand, his voice choked with sobs. "If it weren't for Lone King's carelessness, I would have wrongly handed over the Cloud Dragon Pass, how could I have let a thief sit on the northern border! In the past thirty-eight years, there had been seven dragon trials. The north had beheaded a Cloud Dragon, the hegemon had died, the tombs of heroes had been decayed, soldiers had died, and the emperor swords had fallen … "But …"

According to the legends, the Imperial Emperor was buried in secret using white jade as his coffin. In order to protect the secret of the Emperor's Tomb, the two hundred and three elites of the Appraisal Division, the Grand History Manor, the Secretary Province, and so on, were all buried along with him.

To this day, no one knew the secret buried for hundreds of years under the Dragon Slaying Mountain. Only on the hill outside the Dragon Slaying Mountain, which was filled with weeds, were some children still climbing up.

"The Heavenly Karma Emperor has left behind such a rebuttable Dragon Six Cities under the holy light of a candle …" The Heavenly Barrier to lock down the dragon is unshakeable, it is truly a long dream, he should wish his grave to never open, and for the Grand Xia Emperor to live as long as he lives, as if it were the most glorious night in the entire world … "

In the courtyard, under the bright light of the lanterns, the young master finished reading a whole volume of the《 Heavenly Seal》. Only then did he raise his eyes, only to see a spark reflected in his eyes, half hidden beneath his eyelashes.

"It's been six years …"

In the dark room, the young noble young master propped himself up and sat straight like a statue. His white clothes were like snow and were spotless without a speck of dust.

He tilted his head slightly, and white lips were revealed in the weak candle light. His thin face was reflected in the candlelight. In the candlelight, the young man slowly raised his snow-white sleeves and burned the scroll on the jade table. A flame condensed between his sleeves as he bowed his head and spoke in a gentle voice, "The honor and wealth that I have accumulated over the past seven hundred years is nothing more than the carbon money and grass that I have left my original place, that's all … Two dynasties, ten empires, seven hundred years. Supreme Fire of the World! But who was this surname? It's a surname Xia Fei and a surname Su. "

After saying that, he closed his eyes. Dai Qing's long eyelashes were covered under his eyelids, and each of them was as sharp as a needle.

"The Monarch Manor. North Heaven Gate. Jade Tree Immortal's Tomb within the poem." I held the sun and moon in my arms, even if my hands were floating. Guardian Yang, are you satisfied with this record? "

The youth that looked like a mountain of jade suddenly pointed at the several figures sitting with their knees towards the entrance of the palace as they laughed lightly in a drunken manner. He raised the jade pendant in his hand and aimed the broken part at the flickering figure within the candle flame. The dark jade wall was instantly illuminated by the fire, and his jet black eyes appeared above it.

The figure outside the palace stared fixedly at the half curved emerald green Jue within the weak flame of the candle. A ray of light suddenly flashed past Jue's eyes, and in a daze, it broke through the darkness that shrouded the four walls.

The warriors who were watching outside hurriedly kneeled down in fear, waiting for the history outside to look again. They only saw a gust of wind blow in the hall, extinguishing the fire, and like Xue Baiyi, he once again quietly hid in the invisibility darkness, as if his eyes had never appeared.

A moment later, a gentle and melodious voice came from the dead silence of the night.

"Even though this jade was bestowed to me by the Lord of the Sovereign, it is still a disgrace to me that he has bestowed upon me. He even told the world that my sins are as deep as the abyss and he has clearly told me to stay here like this for the rest of my life! The duke of Jun has the guts to use me to find the north, but not to put me before the world? This is both infuriating and laughable. Since the duke views me as a demon, why would he pretend to let me go? How could the Lord not know that once a monstrous genius was born, the world would collapse? Grand Xia, please write these words on the side of the head of the book and pass it on to Marquis Jun! "

"This?" Outside the room, the old man was kneeling on the floor. The ink pen in his hand was suspended in the air. His face turned dark as he looked at the door with shock. The room was dark and silent.

After a long while, he sighed silently, "Since the young master of the Cloud Dragon's Violet Palace has already known of our existence, then I ask that you reconsider." Since the young master had already known of our existence, then I ask that you reconsider the words of the historical officials of the Cloud Dragon's Violet Palace.

"Is Grand Xia afraid?" From the dark room came a chuckle.

"My Yang family has written history books for generations, they are just and unbiased, what do I have to be afraid of?" The old man in brown didn't even raise his head.

"What's there to be afraid of! "Yang Taishi, do you dare to come in and sit by this young master's side?"

Hearing this, the warriors holding armors on both sides of the room slowly opened the door.

Shocked, Yang Taishi raised his head and looked into the dark room. Several historians behind him gasped in shock. His wrinkled face immediately changed, and he held his breath.

In the gloomy dark room surrounded by the walls, the snow-white Shaohua of the Cloud Dragon Violet Palace was quietly sitting there, his long eyelashes flashing slightly, while his arms and legs were shackled by a heavy iron chain, making him unable to move at all. He was completely locked up in that three inch area like a puppet, simply wishing he was dead.

Inside the dark room, the young man in white was not able to see the young man's expression, he just patted the spot beside him and chuckled: "All the nobles claim that their works are like the flowing water of the mountains and seas, whoever dares to step half an inch into the Hidden Dragon Institute and sit beside me, this young lord will take his place as a master. Do you think that the secret scroll this young lord saw tonight is just a wild story? If you do not speak, this thing will fall into the hands of a thief and open the tomb of Emperor Tian He. The Eastern Emperor was furious, but at the same time, he taught people that the great Duke of Bei Jin, Su Jin, is just a servant of the royal family who looked at the grave. How could he not be laughed at by all the heroes in the world? "

Yang Taisi blew on his beard with a dejected look on his face. Behind him, a few young historians were still in the process of writing. Their eyes were still filled with shock as they stared at the unusually silent Yang Taishi.

"Young Master …" He is a true hero! This old man is not in time! " After saying this, the elderly Yang Taisi took a deep breath, looked at the historians standing behind him, and said with an indifferent tone, "Attack!"

After a moment of silence, the sound of a brush being drawn outside the darkroom seemed like a prairie fire that was slowly engulfing the grass of spring. Even in a silent place like this, thunder still shook the sky.

"Xia Emperor's Tomb, Guang Que Qing, Zi Shang Sui Luan is in Tokyo. The sword and the halberd were towering in all directions. Since a demon has appeared, the apocalyptic world will collapse! "

A cold zither sound accompanied by a youth's song came from within the hall.

The night breeze was chilly and the crescent moon was immaculate. Zhenbei's favorite concubine, Chen Shufei's xuanji palace.

The fourth young master, Su Shishi, was lying by the side of the bed, his forehead covered in cold sweat and his face pale. In his dreams he dreamed of being punished by his father in the afternoon, and he saw the terrible look on his father's face when he was whipped, as if he wanted to kill him.

He felt extremely wronged. Why did his father want to punish him for the son of a man from the Northern Tribes?

Was he wrong? Why would their Su Clan work for a Northern Crown Prince? And they were even short-lived ghosts who couldn't even live past twenty years!