After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

However, no matter how mysterious and bizarre the origins of the Mo priests are, what is more important is that the priests control the Mo tribe.

At this moment, A Bao's mind was full of the news he heard a month ago.

Tao Er once reported to Pei Guichen that the horses he had been ordered to purchase secretly had been sent to Western Xinjiang.

There were only a few months left until she ascended the throne in her previous life.

The Mo tribe took advantage of the night to launch a surprise attack on Daqi's western border pass. They were unstoppable and fought all the way to Wancheng's Qingtian Pass.

With such a sure win, he must have prepared for everything.

Thinking of this, Abao became more worried.

So, how prepared are the Mo people now?

Unable to resolve the doubts, Abao looked up into the distance.

Heavy snow fell, and the mountains in western Xinjiang were covered in white.

Further north, she could only see the even more bitter and cold snowfield.

But in front of this Fuxian Temple, to the east, you can vaguely see the observation tower of Qingtian Pass.

At the top of the tower, a huge flag was hoisted, fluttering in the wind.

In his previous life, Xie Wuai died at Qingtian Pass.

Before leaving, the dashing young man holding a silver spear said with a smile, "I will definitely return victorious! Don't worry, sister."

Thinking of this, A Bao lowered his eyes and stared at the hand held by Pei Guichen through the swaying white gauze.

The nausea in my stomach rose up to my throat again, and Pei Guichen suddenly approached.

The man's tightly pursed lips opened slightly, and he said meaningfully: "Xiao Yunzheng, has Awen ever heard of this person?"

With alarm bells ringing in his head, Abao nodded silently.

But Pei Guichen stared at her with cold eyes, as if waiting for her to continue speaking.

Awen, who was born in the east of Jiangnan City, could not have known nothing about Xiao Yunzheng, who became famous in the Battle of Tonglu.

"...I heard some of it from the neighbors when they were chatting."

Ah Bao knew when to stop, pretending to be Ah Wen, and asked curiously, "Why did the eldest master suddenly mention him? Does he have a grudge against the eldest master?"

"Later, the distinguished guest we are going to meet has a relic of Xiao Yunzheng in his hand." Pei Guichen stroked A Bao's wrist thoughtfully and suddenly pulled her closer. "A Wen is very smart. Guess what it is?"

"When I was at home, I always heard neighbors talk about how wealthy and powerful Prince Xiao's palace was. I wonder if there must be rare treasures?" A Bao answered casually.

Before he finished speaking, a cold mountain breeze blew in, bringing with it a hint of blood.

A Bao glanced past Pei Guichen and looked at the altar, where human blood was being sacrificed.

The snow that fell onto the corridor eventually wet her skirt, and the coldness seeped into her bones and blood, making her terrified.

Suddenly, the sound of bells and drums echoed throughout the valley, and the ceremony ended.

Luozhu came personally to lead the way, and Abao took the opportunity to look at the Lord of the Netherworld who was wearing a black robe and holding a sword.

But on the viewing stand, the mask of Yama could not be found anywhere.

Walking through the corridor of the ceremony viewing platform is like walking in a maze, until you reach a bronze door.

The priest lights the candles and turns the Bagua plate.

The bronze door rolled back to both sides, and the view suddenly became clear.

Among the white snow on the mountains, there is a clear spring with hot steam rising from it.

The flowing water waves are like broken gold, and the snow on both sides looks like fallen peaches.

"Fuxianjian, Shishui Pavilion. Young Master, please come in."

Shishui Pavilion, the highest point of Fuxian Palace, is close to the edge of the cliff.

Because he lived in a very high place, when he looked around, the howling wind and snowstorm just now seemed to have never existed.

An empty attic with a stone table, a chessboard and nothing else.

It is indeed very suitable for confidential conversations.

"The Lord of Evernight City actually has a personal relationship with Xiao Yunzheng." Pei Guichen had a blank expression on his face. "It's really surprising."

The man wearing the Yama mask spoke out loudly, "It is also surprising that the Chimei ring from Mount Futu has fallen into Xiao Yunzheng's hands."

Pei Guichen, who was also wearing a mask, had a silver face and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

No one spoke first anymore. In the stalemated silence, the chessboard was changing rapidly.

Silent fighting, silent confrontation, both sides know it well, and every move is bound to hide the pleasure of destroying the other side.

Pei Guichen's style of playing chess is completely different from his cold appearance.

In fact, Bao had never seen him so unabashedly hide his dark side from afar.

Under the Yama mask, he was violent and cold-blooded, and his desire for killing was fully revealed on the chessboard.

There is murderous intent between attack and defense.

At this time, a wounded winter butterfly landed on the chessboard.

Pei Guichen stared at it as it struggled hard. Suddenly, a move fell down and pinned down the winter butterfly like a mountain.

"Since Xiao Yunzheng gave you this Chimei ring, he must have left a message for you."

"What did he say? What did you ask him to do?"

Pei Guichen suddenly changed the subject, pursed his lips and chuckled, looking into the distance, secretly observing Abao over here.

"I don't need to know any of this."

"We can work together on the new mine." After a moment, he stopped smiling and stared coldly at the man behind the Yama mask.

"But if you want to get on Futu Mountain and enter the Western Frontier Dark Market, I have other requirements."