On the vast mountain, the morning sun rises and the fog gradually disperses.
Mo Zhu stood on the top of the cliff, his arms wrapped around his sword, and he looked somewhere quietly.
Facing the front is a vast field of vision. You can look up at the blue sky and sea of clouds, and you can overlook the entire Yongzhou. You can see the mountains nearby and the endless blue sea in the distance.
At this moment, Jun Ziqian was at the bottom of the cliff, and he could see the cold light of the sword in the distance, with its sharp edge.
When he wielded his sword, he advanced like the wind and retreated like thunder. His white clothes floated like floating clouds, and his figure was as powerful as a frightening dragon. His domineering power swept through thousands of armies and looked down upon the world.
The rustling morning breeze blew, causing my clothes to flutter. For a moment, I felt like I was in the sky, overlooking the vast expanse.
That flash of sharpness, coldness, and ruthlessness seemed to be all condensed and contained in those dark eyes as deep as an abyss.
At this moment, he is the cold and evil God of Killing, the King of Qin.
On the top of the cliff, Mo Zhu received the carrier pigeon. After opening it and reading it, he put the letter away.
Wait quietly.
An hour later, Jun Ziqian jumped up from the bottom of the cliff.
As soon as he got rid of the sharp aura on his body, he walked slowly over, his empty eyes clear and menacing, and filled with an eerie and enchanting look.
His appearance is like a crown jade, his body is like pine and bamboo, and he looks as graceful as if he came from Shura Palace through blood. Thousands of troops and horses are unable to match his power alone.
Mo Zhu suffocated slightly, his master's aura was so intimidating that no one could look directly at him.
He lowered his head and said in a very respectful tone: "Master, the other party has made an appointment with you to meet at Lifang Pavilion in three days."
Jun Ziqian's cold and demonic eyes flickered, he nodded lightly and sheathed his sword.
Get ready to go down the mountain.
Mo Zhu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Wu Mei has arrived in Yongzhou."
The gentleman is facing the wind modestly, his robes are rustling, and his black hair under the jade crown is flying freely.
Those evil and cold eyes were so secretive that it was impossible to see the bottom.
A jade-like face emerged, with a chilling coldness.
"Let Liuyun track down the remnants of King Dongling and clean them up thoroughly."
Mo Zhu lowered his head: "Yes."
This King of Dongling is the younger brother of the late emperor and the uncle of Jun Zilin and Jun Ziqian.
This King of Dongling raised an army to rebel when Jun Lin first ascended the throne and the situation in the government was unstable.
With a strong military force on his left and red-sleeved tactics from Jianghu forces on his right, he was the most difficult one to deal with among the vassal kings.
If it weren't for the noble Qin King, the throne of the country would have been replaced by another person long ago.
Although King Dongling is dead, he still has his children, including his beloved Mrs. Ming.
And this Yongzhou is where the remnants of King Dongling are hiding.
Presumably, the Ming Dynasty's wife of King Dongling was also in Yongzhou.
Jun Ziqian squinted his eyes coldly, as if he remembered something.
"Let Wu Mei..."
His eyes gradually deepened, and he said word by word with a very calm tone: "Just look at her."
Mo Zhu was silent, naturally understanding what his master meant.
Regarding the little girl, the master's attitude seemed to be a little colder.
Mo Zhu didn't dare to say anything and followed his master down the mountain.
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When Ye Youlan was about to go out, a beautiful but cold woman in Tsing Yi appeared.
She blinked, looked at the expressionless woman in front of her and asked, "Who are you?"
Liuyun behind him breathed a sigh of relief, Wumei finally arrived.
Wu Mei just glanced at the little girl, then turned to look at Liu Yun: "Let's go, the master has orders!"
Six rhymes: "?"
Didn't Wu Mei stay and look after Miss Lan?
Wu Mei looked at the past coldly: "Still not leaving?"
Liuyun nodded: "Okay."
He cupped his hands towards the little girl. This behavior made Wu Mei frown and wave her hand in the dark.
A woman came from the darkness and respectfully raised her hands to Wu Mei: "Master Wu Mei, please give me your instructions."
Wu Mei stood coldly with her hands behind her back: "You are responsible for protecting this girl Lan."
He glanced at the little girl and said, "Until she leaves Yongzhou."