Tianzun City

The clouds at dusk hang low and thickly overlap each other. The setting sun that is about to set is covered in the clouds with a half-red color, and the birds returning to their nests are flying in the air.The golden arena dedicated to the king has long been empty, quietly waiting for the entry of the battle saint Shanghen and the eldest prince Lianzheng.

There were no empty seats under the stage, wrapped in a golden enchantment, entrenched in mid-air.Seen from a height, the pattern on the ground looks like a golden dragon entrenched among the clouds.Suddenly, Panlong seemed to have received the call, and began to wander among the clouds on the ground, and then broke through the surface and soared into the sky, straight up to the clouds.When everyone was amazed by this illusion, the two were already standing at both ends of the field.

Lian Zheng wore golden armor, which was light and expensive, and the opponent's proud figure could be vaguely seen.Under the helmet, his face was stiff.His eyes were as sharp and clear as a falcon, and the long sword was in his hand, and the edge of the sword shone with a cold light.His fingers gently caressed the rare gem on the hilt, and he raised his eyes to his opponent on the other end.

The man's battle armor was like fire, and his blood-red hair was pulled up high, revealing his stiff facial contours.The color in the golden eyes is very light, and his chin is raised, facing the other party's eyes.The gold silk basalt boots shone with soft light, and the straight calves could be vaguely seen.

Under the ambiguous light, the two are like gods.

Lian Xuan suddenly woke up from the chaos, this scene is really familiar, it really happened before.A few years ago, he was not the high-ranking Xuanhuang, not even the lord of Tianmu City. At that time, Lian Zheng had not yet reached the road of thorns.Lianzheng and Shanghen were not at odds with each other, so after a certain major incident subsided, the battle between the two was put on the agenda.

This is... a battle between his elder brother Lian Zheng and the War Saint Shanghen.

"His Majesty Xuanhuang." Qing Cang called softly.

In the mist, he realized that the sky was already dark, and all the guards in the huge golden Zen hall were repelled by him. At this time, it was empty and lonely.The cold wind blowing from nowhere was mixed with the chill, and before you knew it, it was almost late autumn.

Lian Xuan looked past the herald on the ground and looked into the distance.A forest of tall maple trees is covered with flaming maple leaves, like spirits who have lost their lives and are forced to leave the embrace of the big tree and be abandoned on the ground to be trampled upon.

A tall figure hurried over and stood outside the hall, bright red maple leaves slipping from his shoulders.

"Yanfeng?"

"It's City Lord Yanfeng."

"You really dare to come." Lian Xuan chuckled, reaching out to caress the documents on the case. "Xuan."

"Yes."

Not long after, Yan Feng walked into the hall and stood still, saluting Lian Xuan respectfully.After the ceremony, Lian Xuan didn't look at him, and didn't give him a seat, which made him in a dilemma.

Qing Cang took the long robe from the side and put it on Lian Xuan's shoulders.Lian Xuan just sat on the couch, with his clothes scattered all over the floor, and his long hair hanging down from his chest.He tilted his head towards Yan Feng, motioning him to sit down.In the end, Lian Xuan opened his mouth to break the awkward silence in the air. "haven't seen you for a long time."

"Thanks to you, it's hard to sleep and eat." Yan Feng smiled, he was really having a hard time these few days.All the aggressive words uttered by Yan Feng were surprisingly gentle.Yan Feng didn't sit down, but turned a corner and walked in front of Lian Xuan.Yan Feng stretched out his hand and touched Lian Xuan's injured chest, and said slowly. "Is it okay?"

Lian Xuan grabbed that hand and carefully looked at the veins in his palm.He didn't answer, nor looked up, Yan Feng could only see a straight profile.Lian Xuan's tone was also very slow, as if he was talking about ordinary family matters. "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Hand over the military power?" Yan Feng withdrew his hand, and the originally warm air turned cold instantly.

Lian Xuan looked up at him. "I've always thought of you as a brother."

Yan Feng couldn't help but snorted coldly. "If that's the case, then why are you still shutting down Yanying?"

A pair of green eyes stared at Lian Xuan with a sharp and compelling light. Both of them are swordsmen, and they know each other's temperament better.What silence means, I already know it well.

"You hold half of the military power in Tianmu City, why do you want me to hand over all of it?" Yan Feng pointed out decisively that military power means ruling power, and handing over military power means that Tianzun City will annex Tianmu City.

"Then why don't you?" Lian Xuan asked back. "You are not someone who loves the powerful, so is the military power in Tianmu City more important than your younger brother?" Seeing that Yan Feng was at a loss for words, he continued to speak for him. "Because I succeeded to the throne at a young age, I caused a lot of dissatisfaction, especially those old men in Tianmu City. But I insisted on taking back the military power, and a conflict was inevitable. So you insisted not to hand it over, is it to avoid conflict?"

Yan Feng's face was pale, he didn't think about what Lian Xuan said. "It's amazing."

"Having been together for so many years, I understand your nature."

"Then why are you still imprisoning my younger brother!"

"Unless he handed over the huge organization behind him." Lian Xuan raised his eyes halfway, sweeping over Yan Feng's surprised face. "It seems that you don't know, but I don't plan to say more. Besides—" Lian Xuan's tone was shocked, and there was an awe-inspiring coercion all over his body. "Find out who you are talking to, I am Xuanhuang Lianxuan now." After speaking, Lianxuan threw him a token. "Take the token and go see your brother."

Seeing Yan Feng's leaving back, Lian Xuan immediately lay down on the desk like an eggplant beaten by frost, his long hair like ink scattered all over the table.Yan Feng didn't notice his abnormality. When he spoke just now, his mind was already full of chaos.Qing Cang picked him up horizontally, put him lightly on the couch, reached out and touched his forehead, and the hot touch immediately rolled up his brain along his fingertips.For a moment, Qing Cang's expression was a little bewildered.

"You are ill."

"Cang, don't go to the pharmacist, don't go." Lian Xuan reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "I'm not serious, just sleep well."

Qing Cang didn't say anything, and now Lian Xuan's every move was recorded, and Lian Xuan was worried all day long, just because he was afraid of being caught by criminals with evil intentions.Qing Cang wrapped him in a long robe, stretched out his hand and hugged Lian Xuan into his arms, surprised that his weight was so much lighter.Lian Xuan curled up in Qing Cang's arms, muttering. "I kind of miss my brother."

"General Lianzheng is stationed on the Road of Thorns, and he has made great achievements in battle."

"I know, he's always so good." Lian Xuan's forehead brushed against Qing Cang's chest unconsciously, and at that moment, Qing Cang felt that he was helpless.In Qing Cang's memory, Lian Xuan has always been that dandyish, eclectic young man, instead of being overwhelmed by all the sudden burdens like he is now.Lian Xuan gasped twice, without complaining at all, his hands instinctively touched Qing Cang's chest, and curled up into a ball.

"Go to sleep for a while. If you don't feel better, I'll go to the Sword Master." Qing Cang lowered his head and touched Lian Xuan's forehead lightly.Qing Cang's feelings for Lian Xuan are very complicated, not just the relationship between superiors and subordinates, in many cases, his concern for Lian Xuan exceeds the normal range.For example, when Lian Xuan was assassinated, he wished he could search Tianzun City up and down, but it was Yanyun who finally stopped him.

Qingcang occasionally recalls scattered memories, most of which appear in dreams.Whenever he wakes up, he is still loyal to Lian Xuan.Sometimes he even hates the night and dreams, which makes him uncontrollable, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

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The color tone in the dog prison is always as dark as ever, just like a golden sand ghost town that cannot be set foot.It's just that in recent days, the Xiaosuo of the dog prison has been run down a lot. Chenghuang passed away, and "White Sword" Yan Fang lost such a powerful umbrella.I heard that a new big prison was built quietly. The name of the big prison has not yet been decided, but the person in power is Yan Fang's most proud disciple, named Wen Ruyu.

Yan Fang sat in the center of the dog prison, and when he saw Yan Feng, he just turned a blind eye and let him in, not even looking at the token in his hand.Yan Fang seems to have aged a lot, between the brows is still the cold and beautiful beauty, a small mole looks like tears, but there is a gray hair in his hair, which is placed on the meticulous "Bai Dao" in the past , is absolutely impossible.It can be seen that Yan Fang's life is really difficult in recent days.

But the dog prison is still full of tragic atmosphere, cries of pain and decaying smell, which are things that have accumulated over the years and cannot be easily eradicated.Yan Feng was led to the second floor, where his younger brother was imprisoned.That place is not a prison in the traditional sense, but more like an exquisite house, but this room is full of seals and curses, as well as countless iron chains to bind people.

Yan Feng slowly pushed the door open, and at that moment, he felt the pressure of the seal.A familiar figure was not far away, sitting with his back to him.Yan Feng suddenly had mixed feelings, and said in a low voice. "film."

The young man turned his head slowly, a trace of surprise flashed in his purple eyes, and he replied tentatively. "elder brother?"

Yan Ying was originally born fair, but after staying in such a dark place for a long time, she became even paler. As the elder brother, Yan Feng's heart is only full of distress.Whenever seeing Yan Ying, Yan Feng always felt an unreasonable self-blame in his heart.He is not worried about Lian Xuan because there are many people around Lian Xuan who take care of him.But Yan Ying is different, he always bears everything silently by himself, unwilling to communicate or reconcile.

Yan Ying's personality has always been so withdrawn since he was a child, he rarely has friends, and he seems unwilling to spend time making those friends.So far, Yanying's only friend is probably Chu Tianxiang.In front of Chu Tianxiang, Yan Ying seemed not so cold, nor so stiff.He becomes a body of flesh and blood.

Yan Feng stepped forward in three steps and made two steps, and clasped Yan Ying into his arms forcefully.Yan Feng's embrace is very warm, like the hugs of countless elder brothers in the past, which is reassuring.It is rare for Yan Ying to break free from this embrace. Most of the time he feels that Yan Feng's concern is superfluous, but occasionally he also feels that having such a big brother is actually pretty good.It's just that Yan Feng's next sentence made Yan Ying break away from his embrace in an instant. "Tell me about the organization behind you, and I'll take you home."

Yan Ying said coldly. "impossible."

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