Chapter 142: One man

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read2();　　Sitian Tower, seventh floor, the room smells of tea.
An old man and a young man sat opposite each other. Next to him was a middle-aged man, who was the great master Huang Ting, who had not been seen for a while. There was a desk in front of the three. The cups on the table were full and rising With a curl of mist.
　　Si Tian Jianzheng Li Chunfeng, who is wearing a black Taoist robe, stretched out his hand to signal Zhao Yu to drink tea, and then said lightly:
　　 "I heard that His Royal Highness slaughtered all quarters in the small world, and almost killed all the younger generations of the empire. He really overwhelmed his peers. He was unparalleled in power and had the style of the great ancestor."
　　 "It's just a coincidence."
　　 Zhao Yu took a sip of tea, shy on his face.
　　 "His Royal Highness does not have to be too modest, but the nine princes of the Empire, what is the final outcome?"
　　 "Dead." Zhao Yu's voice remained as steady as ever.
　　 "Okay, okay! Using tea instead of wine, you will be a big white!"
Li Chunfeng gently patted his hands, then picked up the teacup in front of him, drank it directly, and continued to speak: "The nine sons of Emperor Kong, three were beheaded by Daxia. I don't know if the Emperor Kong who is dying of old age will directly What's the use of being mad, so many births, it's all wine and rice bags!"
　　 But Zhao Yu frowned slightly, and said lightly:
"But this matter is strange. In the process of pursuing the Nine Princes, I passed through the space gate of the empire. Amidst the black mist, I saw another space gate and a figure in a black robe. I opened my huge mouth and swallowed a ball of light, which looked a little weird. For some reason, I was a little worried."
Li Chunfeng also put away the smile on his face when he heard it, touched his white beard, his face was contemplative, and then solemnly said: "In this way, there are indeed many doubts, especially at the time of His Royal Highness and the ceremony. The situation in Daxia is not very stable, so I have to guard against it."
　　Zhao Yu nodded, his murderous aura was overflowing slightly, the tea in front of him rippled, and a calm voice came out:
　　 "You know that my eyebrows have a pattern on my eyebrows, and I have a faint premonition for some things, so something big must happen this time, and that's why I came here this time."
　　 Li Chunfeng put down his teacup, bowed his head and said with a serious face: "Only orders from the temple."
　　 "I want your Sitianjian to stare at me a person, that Shenjige disciple named Pei Yang, I feel he is very problematic."
"People have been sent to pay close attention to the Shenji Pavilion, but the Pei Yang mentioned by His Royal Highness has no news after returning from his childhood. The Shenji Pavilion disciples have secret techniques to temporarily conceal the secrets of heaven, so it will take some time." Li Chunfeng In the mellow voice, the solemn color is heavier.
　　 Inside Zhao Yu's ebony pupils, silver rays of light flashed, as if penetrating the void in front of him, and he spoke lightly:
　　 "Look, if you can't find it, use the mountain and sea map to find it, and you must determine his location."
　　 Li Chunfeng nodded, looked at the middle-aged man who was calmly drinking tea next to him, and continued:
　　 "His Royal Highness and the crown are about to come. Recently, the city of Shenjing has been mixed with dragons and dragons. Recently, Huang Ting is responsible for personal protection of His Royal Highness."
　　 "Yes." Zhao Yu nodded and continued to raise his hand to drink tea.
　　 After half the payment, a pot of Enlightenment Tea was almost drunk, Grand Master Huang Ting stood up gently, turned and walked towards the stairs, a faint voice rang in Zhao Yu's ears among the floating green shirts:
　　 "Yuer, please follow me."
　　 Uncle and nephew walked up the circular stairs of Sitian Tower from the seventh to the eighth floor.
The eighth floor of the mysterious Sitian Pagoda is a large hall. In the center of the hall, a beam of light shines down from above. A giant bronze coffin is lying alone in the light, looking lonely and cold. The giant coffin within the beam emits diamond-like shapes. The green light makes the space a little fuzzy, as if floating in another dimension.
　　 The two walked into the hall, Huang Ting looked at the giant coffin, with a sad expression, a little hoarsely, and said to Zhao Yu: "Yu'er, there is your grandfather lying here."
　　 Zhao Yu's face was startled, his eyes suddenly widened. This was the first time he heard that his relatives were still alive. He couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Grandpa is still alive, why has no one ever told me."
　　 "Living is like dying, I can only sleep in this bronze coffin, and rely on the mountains and seas aurora to seal myself."
　　 Great Master Huang Ting’s voice is full of loneliness.
　　 After being silent for a while, Zhao Yu's inquiry sounded:
　　 "Why is this?"
　　 "This is my father's own choice. His Majesty Taizu disappeared for no reason, and your father died in battle. Someone must come to guard the city of Beijing and protect Daxia."
　　 Then Huang Ting brought Zhao Yu to the front of the beam, looked down at the giant bronze coffin, and muttered:
　　 "Father, I came to see you with Chang'er's child. He just finished the crown hunt and also beheaded an imperial prince. Isn't that excellent? And he is about to win the crown."
　　 The giant coffin within the beam of light seemed to sense something, and began to tremble slightly, a dark green breath overflowing from the coffin, floating in the void.
　　 Zhao Yuqing couldn't help stretching out his right hand, trying to reach into the light and touch the giant bronze coffin, but was blocked by the other hand. At the same time, Li Chunfeng's figure stood out beside Zhao Yu, and the old voice sounded:
"His Royal Highness must not be touched. This light is the light of the extreme cold of the mountains and seas. It is the coldest thing in the world. It points directly to the origin of the law. Based on the current cultivation of His Highness, it is not enough to bear. The Lord Huang Zhao was extremely injured and the origin of life. There is not much left, so this is the only way to self-styled under the aurora on the mountain and sea map."
　　 "Who hurt Grandpa?"
"Fifteen years ago, the Yulong Pass was catastrophic, the Yunxuan clan rebelled, and the empire's foreign race was able to besiege His Royal Highness. His father rushed to rescue from the capital city, but in the end, His Royal Highness was unwilling to leave and defended the Yulong Pass alone. After three days of exhaustion, his father stayed with His Royal Highness. In the end, he was seriously injured and his origin was severely damaged. When he returned to Shenjing, he had been self-appointed in a giant coffin and never born again.
The one who answered Zhao Yu was the great master Huang Ting. He was just breaking through that year, and stepped into the realm of palm fate. When he left, the battle of Yulongguan had already ended, and the alien race had been besieged. Shenjingcheng.
The three of them did not speak any more, and the entire eighth floor of Sitian Tower fell into silence. Zhao Yu looked at the sleeping relatives in the giant coffin, with a different look in his eyes, as long as he had a breath. Because he still has an ancient ruins system against the sky, he also has system props, even if the props don’t work, he can still exchange for the hero Dao Soul, using Dao Soul’s own healing magic power, one day he can completely heal grandpa, and He believes that this day will come soon.
　　 After a moment of silence, Li Chunfeng’s old voice suddenly sounded:
　　 "In the Great Xia Army, the four armies are the strongest, such as You Wing, Holding the Sun, God Guards, and Tianwu. What is the Tianwu Army?"
　　 "You Wing, holding the sun, I have seen the Shenwei Army, as for the Tianwu Army, I don't know."
　　 Zhao Yu shook his head in response.
　　 Li Chunfeng stroked the white beard on his chest, showing reminiscence, and said:
　　 "Since His Majesty Taizu ordered the Fourth Army, the real Tianwu Army in Daxia has only been Master Huang Zhao, and the rest can be regarded as reserves at best."
　　 One of the four armies in the Great Summer, the Tianwu Army, one man becomes one army!
　　Half saint, one man becomes an army!