Chapter 530: An explanation

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You Chuiyun's expression changed drastically at the cost and said to himself: "Since you are so powerful, I am afraid of you than that Spirit Lord. As a general under my command, you will not be able to handle it even if you are a bull-nosed old Taoist.

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Ruhua laughed happily, but Dai Jia knew that You Chuyun was not satisfied with her carriage, so she slapped her mouth and slapped her: "Wrong! Wrong, Master, I'm wrong."

You Chuiyun snorted lightly, then looked up at Qiao Feng's image reflected in the air: "The head of the world sect...ha."

"Master, I dare to ask, why did our trip end in the imperial city?" Ruhua suddenly asked respectfully: "This place is too dangerous. Although we have the protection of the God-Death Coffin, the master also knows that the outside

People have strong means to get entangled... When they gather, they may be in danger."

You Chuiyun chuckled: "You are wrong, no one can keep us." Then he turned around and looked at the imperial city behind him.

The entire capital was in sight, and You Chuyun looked at the most prosperous and endless Daxia central area in the world.

"There is a person's soul that I want to pick it up in person, and no one can stop me."

Ruhua's heart trembled, and she already knew that You Chuiyun Yinxiao Sect was born. Listening to You Chuiyun's tone, this person must have a gap with him... And the dying person in this imperial city, everyone in the world knows who it is

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Emperors of all dynasties were burdened by luck and could not live beyond a hundred years.

And the emperor, it's time.

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The sudden ban immediately terrified the atmosphere in the entire capital. At first, people thought it was aimed at the coffin that suddenly appeared above the palace, but later they found out that it was the imperial city that had taken action.

A large number of imperial guards were frequently mobilized, and the people living not far away couldn't sleep every night. The rumbling sound of horse hooves and the smell of gunpowder came from time to time outside the window, which made people nervous.

On this day,

The curfew was earlier than before, and the sky had not completely turned dark, and the wide and bright streets were empty.

No, no, there was a person walking on this flat stone street.

A strand of curly hair hangs down from his forehead, and this amazing face will not be blocked by it.

Even the catcher's clothing, which was covered in patches and was dirty, could not cover up his aura of wind.

He walked slowly on the street with a knife.

But soon, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder, and a group of hundreds of tiger soldiers galloped over with high-headed horses with chain horses.

The leader was the famous General Hu Ben in the court. The emperor's confidant was now standing in front of the lone catcher.

"Your Majesty has an order to block the capital and prohibit all entry and exit. Please go back, please."

The handsome man walking alone slowly hugged the knife in his arms and looked up in surprise and said, "You can't hold back so quickly?"

The General Hu Ben sneered, and hundreds of wives under his command were all elites among the elites, and none of them were masters of the extraordinary realm.

If such a lineup is formed into an army, even the Spirit Master can resist it. In addition, a martial saint like General Zhonglang is in charge, he is really fearless.

"Wang Luo, I heard that you have never been involved in political affairs... Why did you make an exception this time?"

Wang Luo spat on the ground with extremely unqualified viciousness, and his romantic feeling was weakened by him: "Mad, it's only because of that man who is very wise and close to the demon, he actually came up with such a way to force me to stand in the side. I

What can I do? Can I sit back and see?

It turns out that behind the third prince is the crown prince, and the matter of the tomb of the God King is not that simple.

The prince colluded with the demons and sent three cities out. The city was slaughtered by demon soldiers for three days and three nights, with corpses everywhere, and they were tragic... Can I, Wang Luo, ignore this kind of thing?"

Wang Luo's angry eyes swept across all the Hu Ben Jiashi: "Do you have no family? Are you not Da Xia'erlang? If so, let me go. This matter has nothing to do with the throne, but the prince cannot live!"

"Wang Luo, you are Wang Xuanba's son. You know that your identity is special and you cannot interfere easily."

General Hu Ben said in a deep voice: "But you just don't listen to advice. Do you know your current behavior will cause your father and your family to cause trouble? The old man, the old man, has been fading out of the world for many years, and you have been like this.

What a shame, the Wang family may be at the forefront of the storm.”

Wang Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Question and answer, the bull's head is not right, it's unreasonable. Get out of here, I, Wang Luo, will kick open the gate of the East Palace and step on the bitch's face under my feet and ask, who gave him the courage to sell it.

The country and the lives of millions of ordinary people were sold!”

Seeing that Wang Luo was so tough, General Hu Ben also snorted coldly.

"Wang Luo! Don't dare to be so arrogant because of your surname. All the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers! The prince is the future emperor, let alone three cities, even if... even if he wants it...

It’s not your turn to do anything!

Wang Luo, I will advise you at the end... Go back, otherwise your Wang family will be in danger!"

Wang Luo held the knife, although it was below, but proudly raised his chin and stared at the General of the Central Army.

"Are you threatening me, threatening the Wang family, threatening my father?"

"Do you think that if my Wang family has faded out of the court for a hundred years, it is a soft persimmon that can be controlled by others?"

"What do you think is the reason why that person chose me to give this?"

"Because my Wang family is all men."

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In the northern border and the border, this is a deserted mountain... But there is also a family that looks abrupt in this mountain. This family is considered a high-end family and the houses are built in an orderly manner.

On weekdays, this family is crowded with people, but for some reason, today the doors and windows of this family are closed, and everyone in the house gathers in the backyard. The men are all wearing armor and knives, while the women and children are hiding in the house.

A white-bearded old man lying on a chair surrounded the men.

The old man had a completely different expression from others. The surface of the ravines on his face was already old enough to a certain extent.

But if you know his actual age, you have to praise him for being stronger and stronger. He can't pretend that he has been suffering from the years.

"General, let the general take a knife and kill them."

He is also an old man. He seems to have not worn the armor for many years, but it is well maintained. However, it is also mottled by the years, which cannot be intact no matter what.

"Yang Jian, you are so old and still so impulsive..." The old man on the recliner seemed to be enjoying the sun, patting the armrest and saying, "Girl, bring a chair for Mr. Yang."

"Yes..." The maid agreed immediately and carried over a recliner that was exactly the same.

The veteran general named Yang Jian stamped his feet and said, "General, everyone is coming to the door, how can you not be in a hurry? Now these young people don't know the majesty of the general. I will kill them now!"

"Okay, Lao Yang, sit down, I have my own plan." The old man, who was still strong in his body, patted the soft chair covered with fur next to him: "Your waist is already injured, so be careful to twist it again,

When you go back, Mrs. Yang won’t scold me to death in her stomach?”

Yang Jian sat halfway through his butt and stood up suddenly. It seemed that he had such a bad temper for many years. He shook his hands and said, "How dare she say a word?"

"Oh, sit down, my voice is hoarse, old man. Yang Jian, you are promising, don't listen to the old man?"

"Hehe, the general just said that he had a certain plan, so I felt relieved..." Yang Jian sat down with a big golden sword. The recliner was originally comfortable, but he was extremely awkward in his sitting style.

Yang Jian, who has fought for a lifetime, is certainly not used to this soft chair that is not as good as a horseback.

"The General...is very interested."

"Hey, Yang Jian, you didn't transfer anyone to the North Army."

"Is it necessary for me to deal with a few treacherous villains?" Yang Jian saw that the general looked wrong and immediately smiled: "I am alone here, and those covetous thieves dare not be presumptuous."

"good."

The old man with white beard patted Yang Jian's wrist armor: "Don't interfere in this matter, nor can you interfere in this matter. Originally, my Wang family did not interfere, but unfortunately, the family was unfortunate and a rebellious son came out."

"Tsk, the general is not kind. If I, Yang Jian, have such a son, wake up laughing when I fall asleep. General, you don't know that my sons are all domineering little beasts, so how can they have them?

What a name that shocked the sky like the God of Capture Wang Luo?”

Speaking of this, Yang Jian slapped his thigh and sighed: "If I could have a son, I would dare to break into the palace alone and seek justice for the people of the north. I would also drag the prince out of the East Palace and kick the ass hard.

, then I will be satisfied in this life.”

The old man with white beard sneered, then began to laugh: "You, Yang Jian, the trouble caused by my son has become a hero after you say this?"

"The old hero's son is also a hero. This man must have the ability, isn't it right?"

Yang Jian also laughed and thought to himself that it was right to say a few words to Wang Luo.

"This kid is capable, and he doesn't take His Majesty seriously. He is indeed very capable."

At this time, the old man Baibiao changed his mind, and his words were filled with majesty that made people dare not refute. When he spoke, everyone immediately did not dare to breathe.

Yang Jian's smile immediately frozen.

"As a minister, but not sticking to the bottom line of a minister, is it considered capable? The impulse to do things makes the whole family frightened. Is this also called having the ability?

He didn't have any worries, but he had to put his father on the fire to get it. Is this also called having the ability?"

The old man scolded him fiercely, and was deafening: "When Wang Luo dared to go to Beijing, he was relying on his surname, and he was capable?"

"Yang Jian——"

"The last one is here." Yang Jian was so scared that he quickly stood up and bowed his head to obey.

"A true hero is doing it even though he knows it is impossible, not causing trouble. He also wants me, who is my master, to deal with it-"
To be continued...