"It's quite a lot!"

After counting his fingers, the old Taoist Zhenyan couldn't help but sigh:

"Luckily, the old Taoist is dead, otherwise, he might have to worry about it at this moment."

“…”

Yu Yang almost choked by tea.

Without physical restraint and being free from the hands of the great enemy, the old Taoist is more free and free than before his lifetime.

"Her nail-headed arrow book, three bows a day, will take seven years to achieve success. Calculate the time, if she goes back, you will only have two years..."

Smiling, the old Taoist was a little curious:

"Continue to think about it, try to advance to the ten capitals? Kuixing can't resist the nail-headed seven arrows. If you want to break the deadlock, you have to find another way...

Look at how you look, have you figured out a solution?"

"In legend, even immortals and gods can worship death, what good way do I have to deal with it?"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Yang Yu stood up, his eyes seemed to pass through the night sky and saw the fenced courtyard in the mountains:

"It's nothing more than beating her to death!"

...

...

Huh ~

As summer goes and autumn comes, the heat in the pass has not subsided, and the cold outside the border has dropped sharply.

A night of cold wind blew, the mountains, rivers, land, grass, trees, mud and stones were covered with white frost. In the biting cold, many of the cattle and horses on the grassland began to die.

Just like in the past ten years, heavy storms are coming, and the entire grassland has begun to lie dormant for winter.

The cold will increase day by day.

In the initial heavy storm, ordinary people could still go out in winter. Ten years later, the most bitter and cold place outside the border, the warriors who have achieved great blood exchange have to wear cloaks.

Huh ~

In the city of Qisha King, there is a tall building that is as high as twenty-eight feet high and is made of star-stirring iron.

In the cold wind, Ye Sheng climbed up the steps.

This Yingxing Tower has twenty-eight floors, but only one person lives on a high place. Apart from that person, he is the second person to set foot here.

"Prince!"

Before he reached the top, he bowed first. Ye Sheng held the ceremony very respectfully. After the light swept over, he saw a man sitting cross-legged in the wind and snow.

He was wearing a long ink gown and was not dressed in a Nu clothes, but just when he saw the person's back, he felt a vast and rough feeling coming to his face.

"There are too many people coming from the pass. Unless you go in person, Fangcun Xianshan will no longer be able to be guarded..."

Without any nonsense, Ye Sheng reported respectfully.

He is one of the few people who can vaguely guess this identity, but this is not his alertness.

But he had met this person many years ago, or the incarnation of this person...

"If they come in, they will come in and out, they will naturally not go out at will."

Sitting cross-legged in the wind and snow, the old demon seemed to have no interest in the fairy mountain where thousands of people competed for and was regarded as a place of creation.

He just casually explained and called Ye Sheng, who nodded and said, "Yes":

"Although the four great masters of Qingzhou are not the top families of the Ming Dynasty, they are also richer than the kings and princes outside the border. Why do you seek refuge in this position?"

“…The prince’s destiny belongs to…”

Half a high-sounding sentence was forced back by the cold eyes. Ye Sheng's heart trembled and he lowered his head:

"The Ming Dynasty is in turmoil, and my Ye family is excluded by the court..."

"Come for the wealth of the family?"

Hearing the sound at the top of the tower, Ye Sheng's breathing stopped, but he could only nod: "...yes!"

"I, I promise you that the Ye family will be rich for three lifetimes, as long as..."

The inexplicable chill made Ye Sheng shudder:

"If the prince gives orders, he will never resign..."

"No need to die..."

Buzz!

The wind and snow seemed to be dyed black with ink, and a large piece of black fog instantly flooded the top of the tower:
Chapter completed!