In the avenue, pedestrians were seen retreating, and monks were spreading to both sides.
There is a great demon stepping forward, a lion with a body as white as silver and shining with blazing light, which is about ten feet tall, pulling a family of brilliant dragons forward slowly. There are also military armors opening the way, and there are thousands of people in the military armors in front and behind to protect the dragon.
Such power made many monks sigh.
Cultivators have a pure heart and few desires, but many cultivators also envy the royal power in this world.
As the emperor of the Aosha Kingdom, this man within the dragon is obviously many times better off than their life-and-death struggle.
You don’t have to fight for cultivation resources yourself, others will fight for them.
There are also millions of military armors, enough to sweep through ordinary sects.
Inside the dragon, there was a man wearing an imperial robe with a handsome face. He lifted up one corner of the dragon and looked at both sides of the imperial capital.
"Tianxiang Tower!" The young man spoke, his voice was calm, but it seemed to contain majesty.
I have long been used to having maids and generals around.
This emperor would go to Tianxiang Tower every ten years. No one knew why the emperor went to Tianxiang Tower. They only knew that every time the emperor would sit alone for a while, have a drink, and then leave.
In the Tianxiang Tower, Chang Yan looked at the dragon, his hands trembled slightly, he raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Zhao Weiyuan, the emperor of Aosha Kingdom." She murmured, but she seemed to be laughing at herself, feeling a little ridiculous.
She stared at the dragon until it stopped and the military armor entered the Tianxiang Tower. The monks in the building had already known themselves, paid their bills and left, not daring to disturb the Lord of Aosha Kingdom.
"Your Majesty, please retreat quickly!"
But now, there is an exception. On the top floor of Tianxiang Building, there is a general frowning and looking coldly at the long smoke drinking wine by the window.
He stepped forward and ordered the smoke to leave.
Chang Yan refused to comment and smiled softly, "Aosha Kingdom, when did you become so domineering? When Zhao Weiyuan goes out, he asks others to retreat?"
Chang Yan turned his head and stared at the general through the black gauze of his bamboo hat.
"Presumptuous!" The general glared angrily.
Chang Yan was not afraid, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, a little joking, "What? Is what I said wrong?"
The general's eyes were gloomy, and suddenly, a weapon was unsheathed, "Take it, don't disturb the Holy One!"
He didn't hesitate for a moment. The armor behind him was surrounded by precious light, and the sword was clanging, and he was about to take action.
At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps could be heard, and Zhao Weiyuan, who was living in the dragon, had stepped up the stairs at some unknown time.
The general's pupils trembled slightly, and he immediately raised his hand to stop those who were about to take action.
In the stairs, Zhao Weiyuan slowly appeared, with a jade-like face, like a young talent, with slightly furrowed brows, as if he was slightly worried, but this look made Zhao Weiyuan look more majestic and charming.
Chang Yan's eyes fell on Zhao Weiyuan, and his eyes sank slightly.
The eyes that were hazy with drunkenness seemed to turn into clarity.
"What's so noisy?" Zhao Weiyuan asked, his eyes falling on Chang Yan.
"Your Majesty, forgive me, this woman..." The general suddenly knelt down, leading the surrounding soldiers to kneel down.
After hearing the reason, Zhao Weiyuan raised his hand slightly, "It doesn't matter!"
He stepped forward and walked towards the opposite side of Changyan. After taking a look at Changyan, he said nothing.
"A jug of wine!"
He spoke faintly, and the slightly frightened and awed boy had already prepared the best Qiaoque wine and handed it to him.
The wine fell on the table, making a crisp sound, and Zhao Weiyuan was about to lift the pot. Suddenly, Chang Yan seemed to stretch lazily, showing off her slim curves, but the table shook slightly because of her actions, and the pot of Qiaoque wine became even more
is because of this
fall.
Zhao Weiyuan's hand froze, and he looked at Changyan for the second time.
"This wine is delicious and top-grade. Unfortunately, the wine was spilled and stained with filth. Even the best wine is tasteless." Chang Yan retracted his posture, holding his chin with both hands, and his voice seemed to be slightly joking.
"You..." The generals and servants on the side were already furious. If Zhao Weiyuan hadn't kept silent, they would have wanted to cut Chang Yan into pieces with a thousand knives.
Zhao Weiyuan stared at Chang Yan and took a few breaths before he said, "You're back!"
He lifted up the fallen Qiaoque wine, poured the remaining wine from the pot into the cup, and looked into the long smoke.
"Xu Yan, I have been waiting for you for a hundred years, and I heard that you have joined Tianyun Sect. This is a good thing." Zhao Weiyuan opened his mouth and waved the soldiers, generals and servants to retreat.
Chang Yan looked at Zhao Weiyuan, "My eyesight is still the same. I put on a bamboo hat to cover my face, so you can still recognize me."
"We have been together for ten years, how can we forget each other? This time in Tianxiang Tower for ten years, I just want to see if you are back." Zhao Weiyuan said lightly, "You and I can be considered childhood sweethearts. We grew up together since childhood, although it has been a hundred years.
, for a mortal, it is a lifetime, but for you and me, it is just the beginning. Some habits have been formed long ago, how can we forget them so easily."
"Childhood sweethearts?" Chang Yan chuckled, "Unfortunately, in my eyes, you and I are already enemies of life and death."
"My Xu family is full of loyal people, but I died at the hands of you alone. The hatred of my parents. As a daughter of Chang Yan, I dare not even look at each other."
Chang Yan said softly: "Since we have met, today happens to be the death anniversary of my Xu family, so one of you and I should stay here!"
Zhao Weiyuan's palms trembled slightly. He looked down at the wine glass and took a sip.
"Given that you are now a low-level god, can you possibly kill me?"
"Give it a try, you should be able to do it!"
"What if not?"
"I die!"
The two of them spoke one sentence to each other, and their words were very plain, but they were talking about life and death.
The calmest words seemed to express the overwhelming blood and hatred of the past.
"The Xu family has now been named the King of Loyalty. I go to pay homage every year. Today is also the death anniversary. Let's talk about our hatred after paying homage to the elders!" Zhao Weiyuan was silent for a moment and uttered a sentence.
"I have already paid homage to him. For hundreds of years, my whole family has been filled with blood in my dreams day and night. You wiped out my Xu family, but you also named him a loyal martyr. Hahaha, Zhao Weiyuan, there must be a limit to hypocrisy."
Chang Yan chuckled, and quietly, the broken sword appeared in his hand.
The broken sword was pointed directly at the power of the low-level transformation god, and the distance was only a blink of an eye.
The broken sword entered his throat, Zhao Weiyuan could not avoid it.
Buzz!
There was a sword cry, and there was a golden dragon pattern in front of Zhao Weiyuan, blocking the broken sword.
He spoke slowly, "Xu Yan, you can't kill me! A hundred years ago, the Xu family would have died. If I hadn't destroyed the Xu family, not only the Xu family, but you would have died too, and it would be impossible for you to be crowned the king after being destroyed."
.So, I went and although the Xu family was destroyed, you are still alive."
"You hate me, I understand, but hating me is at least better than hating others."
Zhao Weiyuan's voice remained calm. He poured another glass of Qiaoque wine and drank by himself.
Chang Yan's eyes finally changed at this moment. She had endless murderous intent, and the broken sword kept trembling and humming.
"Zhao Weiyuan, I, the Xu family, have protected your Zhao family all my life, opened this Aosha Kingdom, and guarded the territory for thousands of years. Just because my father wants to become a Taoist king, your Zhao family wants to destroy my entire Xu family."
"You and I have been childhood sweethearts for ten years, but because of this mere royal power, my entire Xu family was destroyed, and your Zhao family's royal power is forever. You destroyed my Xu family and left me a way to live? It's ridiculous. You are now the leader of the Aosha Kingdom.
, how can the position of a country’s holy king be without any blood from my Xu family?”
long smoke
There was no sadness in the voice, just word after word, and it was extremely cold.
"Zhao Weiyuan, stop being hypocritical!"
"I said, one of you and I will die today!"
"Why bother with more nonsense..."
Before Chang Yan finished speaking, Zhao Weiyuan dispersed the dragon pattern protection, and his throat fell in front of the broken sword.
"Okay, I'll die!" Zhao Weiyuan just spit out four words, but Chang Yan broke the sword in his hand, and never...