Volume 1, Chapter 242: There is no spring breeze in the far north.

The two talked until late at night.

Xu Ping'an just left.

Ye Tingmu looked at the candlelight in front of him.

His face was solemn.

Just as the two said, the eldest prince's life experience can only be traced back to the current queen.

He believed that if Wang Changsheng's identity was exposed, someone would naturally doubt the identity of the eldest prince.

However, the royal family will also lose face.

As an emperor, he would rather believe that the birth of his fourth child was a miracle than to believe that there was green grass above his head.

Although this is a world of cultivating immortals, it is not easy to use. No one can tell for sure whether the child is a biological child or not.

There is no way to do DNA testing.

After all, I am still a little behind.

But what is certain is that Feng He must be the emperor’s biological son.

Looks so similar.

However, the eldest prince also possessed divine power.

But the Canghai clan is not good at strength.

God knows.

He was just wondering now.

About Wang Changsheng being a member of the Canghai God Clan.

Why didn't Dongfang Shuo tell me that day?

Maybe I forgot.

It shouldn't be the case.

That can only be the same as what Xu Ping'an said.

The two are both enemies and friends, and they appreciate each other.

With Dongfang Shuo's experience, he naturally knew that even if he didn't say it, Xu Ping'an would be able to deduce the same result from the battlefield after seeing Li Long.

Whether he says it or not, they will know.

The only difference is.

Ye Tingmu and the others found out about it themselves, and that was their own business.

He said something else.

The person is dead, so why should he continue to gossip about him?

As the Heavenly Master of Jiuzhou, Wang Changsheng is from the Canghai clan.

But it cannot be denied that he once contributed to Kyushu.

No matter what his purpose is, whether it is to gain trust or out of selfish motives.

He did it and that's it.

The other party knew very well that he would eventually die in the thunder tribulation.

But he did not choose to hide, but was willing to fight him one last time.

That is what deserves his respect.

And the two have known each other for hundreds of years.

Even if they are enemies, there is still a sense of mutual understanding.

Forget it, I don’t care.

Whether it is the Canghai God Clan or the eldest prince.

It doesn't matter.

Once you enter the imperial city, keep a low profile.

As long as Feng He’s cheap father doesn’t die too soon, give him a few years.

Everything will be very different.

And the last time I merged the fragments of the Heavenly Book.

I made a copy for myself.

Although it was mentioned in the system introduction.

The fragments of this book were scattered over three days and four places.

Fifteen in total.

Now I have four of them.

According to probability theory.

The East China Sea should be gone.

But Ye Tingmu still asked Wan Jin to keep an eye on him.

His family's business is spread all over Kyushu.

There is also some trade exchanges with other countries.

It would be a pleasant surprise if we could find it.

After all, he thought.

Since this system was born.

It can also include the heavenly book.

Then maybe this system is not a reading system.

But it is used to collect heavenly books.

As for why this heavenly book is the Book of Songs, he doesn't know either.

The most urgent thing is to study hard.

By the way, I'm practicing some sword skills.

Now he can no longer afford to lose.

When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

What he was responsible for was no longer the lives of the five members of the Ye family.

The thousands of members of the Dongfang family also became the objects he had to protect.

A swordsman is a man of his word.

Dongfang Shuo is, Li Muyi is, and that blind swordsman...

In such a world, Ye Tingmu slowly became that kind of person.

Also value promises.

He was not daydreaming, but lay down on the bed and prepared to fall asleep.

The next morning.

Everything is ready, set off to compete.

Just something different from the past, today before sunset.

Available to Kyoto.

The huge army surrounded the carriages and headed towards the distant road.

Wherever they passed, a cloud of dust flew up.

Even in midsummer, the trees all around are lush and leafy.

It can't block the dust in the sky.

The three kids were a little excited.

Because they had arrived in Kyoto, they no longer had to travel.

You don’t have to sit in a swaying carriage every day.

Moreover, Wan Jin said so.

Kyoto is very prosperous.

There are delicious food, fun things to do, and drinks to enjoy...

A city of great wealth and prosperity.

He also said that as a prince, Feng He would definitely have a big mansion.

Upon hearing this, Jinghong's little eyes sparkled with gold.

She likes big houses and wants an extra-large room.

Ye Tingmu leaned against the car window and looked outside.

Next to the carriage, Zhou Heisan was carrying a log on his shoulder and walking along with the carriage.

It was early morning.

But his dark face was already covered with sweat, and his breathing was heavy, almost as loud as the sound of horse hooves.

With a hint of amusement on his lips, he said with a smile: "Xiao Hei, if it really doesn't work, forget it. Why bother?"

Zhou Heisan didn't even raise his head.

"No... I can hold on. Boss, didn't you say that? Where there's a will, there's a way."

"Okay, then keep going. I'm rooting for you. You're the future Tyson, the boxing champion of the East China Sea."

"Ty...Who is Tyson..."

"Don't worry about that, just practice. As long as you don't die from practicing, then practice until you die, hahaha..."

Looking at Zhou Heisan, who was full of energy and vitality, Ye Tingmu clicked his tongue and nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right, this young man is teachable and will become a great man in the future, haha."

At the same time, far away in the Canghai Empire, on the top floor of the Canghai Tower.

Tianhai Hou Canghai, the third most powerful man in the Canghai Empire today, smiled and sprinkled a handful of white ash into the sky.

He said in his mouth: "Uncle, you go and rest here forever. You have worked hard for the sea for half your life. Now that you die, your nephew will take the power of the whole country to protect your family for you."

Six hundred years have passed.

The Canghai Yisheng of that year later became Wang Changsheng.

He returned to his homeland again.

The eight-foot man left and returned to the world of red dust.

The Heavenly Master has passed away, and there is no Wang Changsheng anymore.

His figure flashed and shot towards Jiuzhou.

Just like a distant shooting star.

Yuntian Empire.

One of the eight empires of the East China Sea.

Its strength is above Kyushu.

Ruled by the Bai clan of gods.

At this time, in the Yuntiandi Empire, under the Arctic glacier.

A woman in red is sitting on a cushion.

Three golden lights flashed continuously on her body.

The whole person's aura suddenly surged.

Suddenly she stood up and opened her eyes.

The peach blossom between the eyebrows is even more brilliant.

She didn't know when a sword appeared in her hand.

The sword is like flowing clouds, so elegant and extraordinary.

She swung her sword.

Unexpectedly, there are flowers swaying under the ice and snow.

The sword blade, which was neither too big nor too small, carried a fragrance.

If we say that the swords of people all over the world are all sharp and full of murderous aura.

But the sword of the girl in front of him was full of vitality.

Completely different from other swordsmen.

The white-haired fairy clapped his hands.

Applause echoed in the empty underground space.

"As expected of a Saint, in just a month, she has already mastered the Hundred Flowers Sword Technique and even broken through to the Qi Dynamic Realm. Heaven has blessed the Blood God Cult. With the Saint here, the day of our revival is not far off."

Hua Zhilu looked a little lost and lowered his head.

"No way...it's still a little slow."

She stretched out her hand, and even though it was underground, it was still very cold.

She looked up and saw a thick layer of ice above her head, reflecting the sunset glow.

She whispered softly.

“Will there be a spring breeze here in the spring?”