It's late at night and people are quiet.

Wei Yuan walked slowly towards the palace along the road. At this time, heavy snow was flying, everything was silent. On a snowy night, it was as bright as the full moon in the sky.

He walked slowly, leaving clear footprints behind him, and then slowly was filled with heavy snow.

Under the stone archway at the intersection ahead, an old man leaned against a pipe in his hand, swallowing clouds and mist, and a little spark was bright and dark on the snowy night.

Wei Yuan walked along the street towards the archway. Every step was at the moment when the sparks became brighter.

The old man finally looked up and said, "This road is not open, please change one."

Wei Yuan said calmly: "There were many ways forward, and it was not necessary to follow this one. But now, I only have one way to go."

The old man said, "The sky is great, where can I go?"

"I could have gone to other places, but there are always people who are not open to their eyes and want to give me guidance on life. So now, although there are countless ways ahead, I just want to go this one."

The old man said slowly: "Young people, it is not a good thing to be too strong."

Wei Yuan said: "Whether you are strong or not depends on yourself. I am so talented and accomplished, why do I still have to be as cautious as a mediocre person? Wouldn't this waste a great time?"

The old man sighed: "It is easy to break hard. The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Wei Yuan had an extra strange spear in his hand, then took out a bullet, loaded it with a click, and then loaded it.

A gun is a good gun, but that's fine.

The aura emitted by the bullet made the old man shudder. He suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he slowly lowered his pipe.

Wei Yuan took out the magic sword Qiyue and put it under the barrel. He dragged the spear and walked towards the palace. The tip of the knife cut across the snow, leaving a scorch mark, as if it was burned by fire.

Seeing Wei Yuan getting closer and closer, the old man finally extinguished his pipe and made way out.

He narrowed his eyes and watched Wei Yuan's figure gradually drift away in the wind and snow, disappearing into the towering palace. The old man suddenly felt that Wei Yuan's back was a little dazzling and couldn't help but rub his sour eyes.

Someone suddenly said behind him: "How come the dignified true king of Dayan Fantasy World has become a market leader?"

The old man turned around slowly and saw a woman in red standing across the street. She was holding a small soft Luo umbrella, as if standing in the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Yuan, Jin?" The old man's voice trembled a little.

The woman in red stood quietly, and all the disputes in the world seemed to have nothing to do with her, but seemed to be just wrapped around her fingertips.

The old man suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes, rubbed his sleeves, and said slowly: "It turns out that you are guarding him, it turns out that you are guarding such a person, okay, okay, okay!"

He said a few times, and suddenly he laughed loudly. The sound became clear and went straight to the sky. Then the world around him changed, and countless stars appeared.

He stepped on the stars, and at this moment, his back changed from an old man in the city to an unparalleled handsome young man, although it was only a moment.

The woman in red finally turned her head, looked at the dissipated stars, and then walked towards the palace.

On a snowy night, the palace was also silent, with pavilions, towers, eaves and brackets, snow everywhere, and nine-curved corridors, rockery, pool water, frozen inch. There were no lights, no voices, and so quiet that only the sound of snow falling.

Wei Yuan walked along the snow, walked all the way to Chunhua Hall, pushed open the yard door, walked in, and then closed the yard door with his backhand.

The moment the gate was closed, suddenly blood came from nowhere and splashed on the gate! The blood splattered on the white ground, like plum blossoms blooming.

Wei Yuan walked through the courtyard and climbed up the steps.

There was finally someone in the courtyard, and the heads and bodies of the palace maids were covered with snow. I don’t know how long they had stood. They turned their heads slowly with stiff movements, looked at Wei Yuan, and showed a strange smile.

Wei Yuan waved his spear, and the magic knife Qiyue at the front suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, the blade was covered with blood. Wei Yuan shook his wrist and threw a string of blood beads out of the tip of the knife, leaving a blood mark on the courtyard wall.

All the palace maids and officials were stiff and then fell silently. The head of a palace maid suddenly fell and rolled to Wei Yuan's feet.

Her face was full of fear and confusion, and she spoke, "You, how could you find my true soul?!"

Wei Yuan did not answer, but just raised his foot and stomped the head.

He would not explain that Ji Liuli personally set up the formation with the immortal weapon in the Tianji Hall Town Hall, and with the blessing of many immortal plants, his luck was already terrifying at this moment, and his body was full of endless abyss three feet away.

This killer who is lying on ambush and pretending to make a living is closest to Wei Yuan. Even if Wei Yuan walks around normally, he is likely to step on the killer who is pretending to be an ant to death.

Wei Yuan pushed open the door of Chunhua Hall and finally walked into a warm space.

At this time, in a secret hall in the Prince's Mansion, the Prince sat in the upper head, surrounded by four Grand Master chairs, and eight old men of different shapes were sitting.

Dozens of bronze lamps were scattered on the ground in the center of the secret hall, and the vast majority had been extinguished at this moment. Only the two obviously different ancient lamps in the center still swaying candlelight, but one of the lamps was gradually dimming and gradually turning into ordinary fire.

The prince's face was already extremely ugly. Seeing the changes in the ancient lamp, he couldn't help but say, "What is this? He is dead too?"

A person next to the prince said, "The True Lord of Fantasy World is fine, he just left the royal city."

"What?! He is leaving?" The prince's voice suddenly rose, stood up and screamed: "Eleven lines of defense are laid alone, dozens of dark spots, countless top killers, why can't they stop Wei Yuan?"

The old man on the other side said slowly: "There is more than one person in Wei Yuan. There are seven or eight Dharma images that are monitored, all of which are geniuses."

The prince roared, "Even if the algorithm cannot be fought against each other, what about Yujing? Why did the true Lord of the Fantasy World suddenly run away? What should he do if he leaves?"

At this time, an old man with his eyes closed suddenly said: "Wei Yuan has entered the Chunhua Palace, and his shadow is still alive, but his body has no response, and it is suspected that his soul has been destroyed."

The prince kicked over the chair and said angrily: "Isn't the Shadow known as a genius killer who has been seen once in a century? How could a genius killer in the late stage of the Dharma image not do anything to a newborn who has entered the Dharma image?"

The left prince sat opposite the prince, and then opened his eyes and said, "It is normal for us to compete with Taichu Palace to compete with Gao Xiu. Things have become a foregone conclusion, just wait and see what happens."

The prince also realized that he had lost his composure and gritted his teeth and said, "What are he doing if he doesn't go to the Vajra Temple to go to Chunhua Temple?"

No one answered.

The prince's eyes twitched, as if there was a poisonous snake in his heart constantly chewing on his flesh and blood.

But the left prime minister was here, so he had nowhere to vent, and finally said reluctantly: "I am lonely, so I'll take a rest first and see you tomorrow."

Seeing the prince leaving, the left prime minister slowly stood up and walked out. At this time, a person walked out of the wing room outside, met the left prime minister, and followed him to the outside of the mansion. This person was Li Weisheng.

After leaving the Prince's Mansion, Li Weisheng got on the left prime minister's carriage together.

Zuo Xiang got on the carriage, and then he felt tired on his face, and he gently rubbed his forehead.

Li Weisheng asked: "It's a bit strange that the true Lord of the Fantasy World suddenly left! How could the Shadow die so easily?"

Zuo Xiang said calmly: "What's so strange about this? Taichu Palace is the first immortal sect, and we are all at the bottom of the nine kingdoms. How can we be defeated by abandoning the way of the human king and competing with Taichu Palace for geniuses and high cultivation?

Not to mention anything else, I have lost half of the time before the palace. How can such a person be used to protect women? It’s a pity that I have saved up with my hard work.”

Li Weisheng said: "What should we do now?"

The left opens a scroll of painting. The painting is depicted with the moonless starry sky, with countless stars in the sky. He stretches out his hand to caress the painting, and countless starlights float out of the painting, floating in the air, and then fall one by one like rain.

Zuo Xiang focused on watching the star rain, and his forehead was sweating slightly. After a while, the star rain dissipated, and the starry sky on the painting became much dimmed, and many stars disappeared.

He pondered without saying a word, and said after a moment, "Let's go, I'll take you to see someone."

Then the left prime minister ordered: "Get out of the city and go to the Vajra Temple."

When Li Weisheng heard the Vajra Zen Temple, he naturally knew who he was going to see. He was shocked and asked, "Sir, did you see something just now?"

Zuo Xiang shook his head and said, "I didn't see anything. But I think it's time to take a step back."

Li Weisheng thought carefully and felt that he understood something, but he felt that he didn't understand anything.

The carriage began to move, and the left minister said, "Only the sage, national affairs are difficult, and it is the time to use people. The Sun Chaoen you mentioned to me last time, go and ask him to prepare, and come to Beijing after a while."

Li Weisheng hurriedly said: "He has been a little close to the right minister recently..."

"Then you have to talk about it even more. How can such talents be handed over to the right-minister?"

Li Weisheng nodded.

The left prime minister suddenly yawned, his eyes slowly closed, and he began to pretend to sleep.

The carriage is moving forward in the darkness.

...

In the Chunhua Palace, it is as warm as spring.

Wei Yuan brought a cup of hot tea and brought it to his mouth. However, his hands kept shaking, and in the end he still sprinkled a lot of tea on his clothes.

Princess Yuan sat next to her, sitting dignified and holy, and her whole body seemed to be glowing. She wanted to reach out to help Wei Yuan, but took it back, and just asked with concern: "Are you seriously injured?"

Wei Yuan said: "Anyway, it is a high level of practice in the later stage of Dharma principles. There is a price to pay. Humph, since the prince wants a reputation, I will not let him do what he wants!

You don’t have to worry about staying here well. I have to go out of the city once more. This time I have to force him to rebel!”

Wei Yuan stood up, left Chunhua Palace, and left in an instant.

A graceful figure appeared where he was sitting, pure and beautiful, youthful, and ignorant of the world. It was Baoyun.

As soon as she appeared, she bowed to Princess Yuan and said, "Sister Tingyu and I are here tonight, responsible for protecting my sister. I only realized today that it is really not easy for my sister to deal with so many people."

Princess Yuan smiled and said, "Then I'll have a hard time. My safety doesn't matter. If there is danger, my sister remember to take care of the children."

Feng Tingyu walked out of the darkness and looked at everything in Chunhua Palace with curiosity.

But when she heard the conversation between Yuan Fei and Bao Yun and her sisters, she was a little surprised. The two of them screamed so affectionately, why were they so hostile?

The heavy snow did not stop overnight.

Wei Yuan stepped on the snow and entered the Vajra Temple. No one knew what he had done inside and when he left.

Early the next morning, the snow scattered and the clouds opened, the bright sun broke through the clouds and jumped into the sky, a rare good weather.

It was still early in the morning, and the civil and military officials had already arrived. They had heard that the wind and snow had been severe last night and many major events happened.

The prince's carriage and Wei Yuan's carriage arrived at the palace gate at the same time, so the two entered the palace side by side.

Wei Yuan looked up and down at the prince and suddenly laughed: "It's worthy of being the prince. This is a good health! You must take good care of yourself for another twenty years. When you are on your 80th birthday, maybe I will call you Your Majesty and kowtow to you."

The prince clenched his fists, his hands trembled, ignored Wei Yuan and went straight to the palace.

Wei Yuan laughed a long time and followed him into the hall.

In the winter of that year, Wei Yuan presented elixirs and King Jin was able to prolong his life for twenty-four years.

The King of Jin was very happy and appointed Wei Yuan as the governor of Qingyang, commanded the military affairs of the surrounding counties, and was given nine tins, and was given axe. He did not go to the court without going to the court, and praised him for his reputation, so he could climb the court with his sword and foot...

Except for the Qingyang Jiedushi, the rest of Wei Yuan refused to accept it.

A few days later, the prince took charge of the matter, but few responded.
Chapter completed!