Yin Biyue subconsciously avoided Luo Mingchuan's gaze and whispered, "Let's go back to the world."
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "Okay", after looking at the hole.
Yin Biyue saw the formation at the hole and immediately understood it, but the embarrassment of just shifting the topic to escape once again rushed.
After that, Brother wouldn’t think I’m doing this formation just to trap him here. What about him?Would you like to explain?
Yin Biyue spurned herself while raising her flag, yuck!Too dirty!Brother would not think so!
Besides sleeping, I’m asleep now. What’s the use of saying qaq
Luo Mingchuan naturally didn’t know what his simple brother was thinking, but he couldn’t help but ask, “How is the body?”
The more slowly Yin Bi pulled the last flag, he shook his hand when he heard the words, "It's good, no, better than before, I'm up for cultivation..."
The glory of the hole was shed, and the invisible air machine blockade was lifted.
Luo Mingchuan stepped forward,
"That's good. Yesterday we had our first double cultivation. I was still afraid that there might be omissions that would hurt you."
Yin Biyue finally knew where the real elements from his meridians came from.He practiced the Sword of Cold Water for many years, and got a cold breath into his bones. Zhenyuan runs in his body, and he can soak up the cold.
But after waking up this time, there is a weaker real element in the meridian, which seems to be a gurgling warm current, which is slightly different from the internal circulation and forms its own running path.
This kind of feeling is very wonderful and very warm, just like the temperature near the brother every time.
"Sister, you should know the real element of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, but this trick is a bit tricky. I still don't want you to practice. In the future... just let it go."
Yin Biyue felt that his brother's words of concern seemed to contain a smile.
I can't help but think about it naturally. This doesn't mean that I don't need to practice this practice. I only rely on that. Double cultivation can make progress.
Inexplicable shame enveloped him.
Until being pulled out of the cave by Luo Mingchuan, seeing the sun again, I was still immersed in my own brain hole.
Although he forced it first (fog), with his love confession (fog) full of love, he moved his brother, successfully avoided all kinds of abusive dog blood, and finally walked to the Hezhuang Avenue of he!(Mist fog)
Yin Biyue was about to cheer herself and weep.
He felt the warmth of his palm and suddenly raised his eyes to see the person in front of him took his hand and walked in the thin morning mist.
Cangya's robe with wide sleeves and narrow waist outlines the tall figure.The ink was light, and the sun was shining.
Yin Bi, who was satisfied with the content, felt that the fallen leaves and dirt at the feet were soft and unreasonable.
Even thinking, brother is so beautiful, if you can't sleep in this life, life really has no meaning at all.
At this time Luo Mingchuan turned around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled gently,
"looks good?"
Yin Bi thought more and more, "It looks good."
You are so pretty, I just want to sleep with you.
Help, almost spoke qaq in the last sentence
The sullen mind, running wildly towards the Yellow Storm Road, is gone forever.
Brother knows that the cliff will abandon me qaq
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'Huangdu' is a city that stands in the center of Hokuriku and has no redundant name.
The towering city walls, a total of eight huge city gates, can accommodate four carriages along the road.On weekdays, there are tens of thousands of people traveling out of the city and into the city alone.
And everyone who comes to look up under the city will feel their own small and weak.After entering the city, the hustle and bustle of people who hadn't come and gone was more like a drop in the sea, without a trace.
The city is too big, and few people can find a sense of existence.Students come here to study and seek credit, and businessmen come here to open doors and do business.No matter how big the ambitions and ambitions are, they can be tolerated here.
There are also many dignitaries. In the southern boundary of the city, five people fell from the pots on the street, and four of them were princes with enclosures.Only the girl in Hualiu Lane can clearly recognize the Hualong carriages of all ethnic groups.
Secretly, the forces of all parties are holding the balance, and no one can cover the imperial capital with one hand.
On the bright side, the majestic palace is there.The people on the throne are the big ones who really turn their hands into clouds and rain.
Winter in Hokuriku runs very early, and the first snow has fallen in the Imperial City.The first snow in previous years could not be accumulated, but the snow splattered for four days and four nights.
I swept a few hours in the day, and I had a thick layer in the middle of the night.The golden glazed tiles covering the imperial palace, the gold-painted lanterns of the high-rise buildings to the south, the beggars' bowls for beggars under the overpass, and the stinky ditch ditched in the north of the city fell into a completely white and clean land.
This is the eve of the crown prince, the snow is still falling.
Every family has closed their doors and locked their doors.Even Hualiu Lane, where former officials and nobles were drinking and having fun, fell silent.
The cold cherry blossoms on the nineteenth and sixteenth lanes opened, and the coldness penetrated into the bone.
The vast imperial capital, Xue Luo silent, silent as a tomb.
People in the capital have been at the center of power struggles for many years, and even the women who sell vegetables have become so enchanted that they have developed some sharp instincts.
How did the guards of the eight gates change their shifts in advance, and how could there be people on the arrow tower in the city head.Some people even guarded the camp in the west of the city and saw three thousand imperial badges guarding.
Like the dark surge of the Dihe, the spider silk in the corner, more invisible, does not mean that it does not exist.
The sound of wind and cranes, the grass and trees are soldiers.
Many eyes secretly looked at the palace.
Tonight, outside the Taihe Hall, there was abnormally deserted, there was no snowman from the palace, and there was no light from the attendants.There is only one general in armour, holding the sword in front of the stage.
In the hall door, the tall copper crane lampstand, the Chinese algae relief on the vermilion beam column, and the glazed glazed brick, all were silent.
The candle was burning, falling between Duan Chongxuan's eyebrows.There are still six hours before he will ascend to the throne and become a true emperor.But in his eyes, he still vaguely smiled.
He was staying in front of his father's bed and didn't seem to care what would happen tonight.
Duan Shengan is also laughing, both father and son are very happy.
The emperor on the sickbed recalled this life, the young bereavement of his mother, the middle-aged bereavement of his wife, the only thing to be thankful is that there is no elderly bereavement.
His ancestors have fought for many years to unify Hokuriku, and they are fighting for the world's merits, and he is prosperous for all people, and he is doing the cause of peace.
Keeping business is more difficult than starting a business.This life is really hard.
But which emperor is not difficult?Even if you are a faint 3,000 harem, there are also difficulties in who to hire every day.
Then he asked, "I killed your mother, have you blamed me for so many years?"
Duan Chongxuan didn't answer this question directly, he was silent for a moment, and said,
"Daddy is always a hero in my heart."
Duan Shengan exclaimed, "You are right."
He thought that a king can die from a sickbed, but a hero cannot.
The hero should die on the battlefield.
He propped up on the bed and began to stand up, cold sweat perched on his forehead.Duan Chongxuan is going to help, but he is stopped by shaking his head.
The elderly emperor stood up on his own, and every wrinkled groove carved on his face like a sword was stretched out.He walked outside the dormitory in boots and cloaks, and footsteps echoed in the empty palace.
Duan Chongxuan followed, and trance was wrong, as if his father could live another 500 years.
They walked out of the hall, the wind blew, and heavy snow flew.A blue-winged luan with its wings covered the sky, pulling Huangjun to break through the snow and leaning on the ground.
Finally came to the highest terrace in the Royal Palace, which is also the tallest building in the Imperial City.The wind and snow at night glanced at miles of mountains and rivers.
Looking north, the sky was faintly showing fire.You can even hear faintly the sound of killing, slashing and shouting.
And then, there was also a flash of fire on the southeast.
The torches in the night turned into a meandering river of fire and came towards the imperial capital.
"To these people, tonight is the last chance. To us, tonight is the last battle. They have no choice, neither do we."
The old emperor said so.
No one knows that the North Emperor, Yasheng, can still live for several months, and he has some strength in his heyday. The most foolproof way is to consume him.As for the crown prince, no one cared about it at first. Speaking of the realm of cultivation and means, nothing was taken into consideration by the contenders of the throne.
They are making waves in the Chaotang, inciting the popular hearts among the people in the city, and crossing the river silently, changing the flag.Even if it is suppressed, the foundation cannot be seriously injured.
However, the decree of the prince of Zen was prepared, and it was announced to the world that there was some news that Duan Chongxuan would abolish the king on the day of the throne.
This time, we can't wait any longer.
The situation seems to be that Duan Sheng'an took the initiative and was his choice. In fact, only he himself knew that this was no choice.He is old and he doesn’t look as far as before. I don’t know how many people in this world are distracted.
He knows the temperament of the wise king, and desperately destined to enter Beijing tonight.But who else?Who else can help him, or want to get a slice of soup?
No matter how many people, such a big event must go all out, then all the cards will be shown.
Before Duan Chongxuan ascended the throne, he should eliminate all possible obstacles.
The river of fire is coming quickly, and the heavy snow can't stop it. The carriages in the teams of all parties are sitting on the carriage with the surnamed king of the ancestral ancestor, and the brothers of Duan Shengan.
Most of their team look firm, seemingly ready to fight for the best ending, but also ready to go back.
Some people in the guard camp drew their swords at their companions, blood flowed on the arrow tower at the head of the city, and even the guards in the palace also had rebels, planning a line of stabs, and burned to death by the flames of the blue-winged luan.The silent imperial capital was overwhelmed by the sound of killing.
The earth trembles, and the dust of the earth and rocks flies.Ordinary people hid in the cellar, and the mother hugged the young child, daring not to make a sound.
The strength of the siege is getting stronger, and even twelve artillery pieces have been brought in. The defender of the city asked for assistance three times. Duan Shengan made a gesture on the terrace and resisted being abandoned.The huge Bafang City Gate opens, just like welcoming guests from all directions.
When the most avant-garde team had attacked the Tianxuan Gate of the imperial palace, all the rebels finally entered the city.
The heavy city gate closed again.
The city is like purgatory on earth.
Torches, ignited arrows, roaring artillery, blue-winged luan shattered the flames of the sky.There was fire everywhere, the snow was illuminated, the hot blood was sprinkled on it, and the steaming white mist rose.
Cultivation as the strongest began to focus on the defense of the palace, fighting with the Imperial Guard.Private soldiers also came out of the palace of the rich and powerful in the south, with different positions.
The sage king drove to the palace wall alone. In addition to being a prince, he was also a perfect practitioner of Mahayana, the closest to Ya Sheng.
The carriage broke a big hole directly in the palace wall.Hundreds and thousands of rebels poured into the palace.
Duan Shengan frowned, and then he took out his dagger, cut his palm, and blood dripped under the high platform, seeping into the snow.
For a time, Duan Chongxuan could only hear the blood falling.
Numerous palace pavilions lit up one after another, and the golden light rushed to the sky.From the glazed tiles, from the white jade steps, from the garden corridor, from the partial palace dry well, through each palace gate, and finally converging in the main hall, these lights are connected together, and the whole palace is bright!
Duan Chongxuan knows that the throne of the main hall is the battlefield and the place where the blood drops.
He shouted'Daddy'.
Duan Shengan's face was a little white, and his old voice trembled in the snow,
"The road leading to the throne is a road covered with blood. The blood of the enemy, the blood of loved ones, the blood of oneself."