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The two evil-warming god generals have different shapes, one is holding a spear to strike, and the other is holding a mace to defend himself. What they have in common is that they are simple and gilded, and their eyes are terrifying.
It was urgently transmitted from Xiaoyao Temple and carried to the emperor's gate by dozens of imperial guards. The one on the left and right was the door god.
These two door gods were the treasures that allowed the emperor to sleep peacefully. The eunuch even brought incense and candles to light in front of them.
Because he always feels that you two door gods seem to be alive, and his eyes are always following him.
This night, nothing happened.
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Si Tianjian asked that at the top of the tower, there was a man in a cloak blending with the dark night, as if he was one.
The man sat cross-legged on the top, his hands suddenly unfolded, and his fingers were slightly spread like flowing water. He faced Sangong and Sixth Courtyard, absorbing the power emanating from it.
Finally, he held his hands together, and there seemed to be an uncontrollable aura wrapped around his chest, but the cloaked man seemed to be forcibly refining this aura, so he was shocked and suppressed it in the palm of his hand.
Then, he opened his five fingers and thrust a claw into it like a sharp claw. Immediately, there was a faint golden energy gathering in his palm.
Anyone who saw the prince performing the Dragon Skill on the dragon throne in the Hall of Supreme Harmony that day would definitely be shocked!
Because You Chuiyun's posture is exactly the form of the Shenlong Kung Fu!
It is a heavy form of gathering dragon energy, called Palm Qiankun.
You Chuiyun actually knows the Divine Dragon Skill, and has reached the point where he can faintly compete for and gather dragon energy.
"Sir... you didn't expect that while you were practicing nightmares, I could secretly steal the dragon energy that belongs to you..."
You Chuiyun slowly opened his eyes and exhaled an extremely thin stream of purple air.
"You would have never guessed that Emperor Tiande, who was about to die and was doing good deeds, secretly passed on the Divine Dragon Skill to me."
You Chuiyun, on the other hand, deliberately entangled the ghost of Nanny He with Emperor Wenhong. Wenhong invited a divine general to ward off evil spirits and banned all external evil spirits, but he also blocked his own perception.
With a blind eye, he would naturally not be able to detect that You Chuiyun was secretly practicing Shenlong Kung Fu.
The Divine Dragon Attack is a supreme skill that cannot be practiced by just anyone. It must be of royal blood, and even if it is of royal blood, it is impossible to condense a trace of dragon energy without talent.
After all, every trace of dragon energy is related to the throne!
Those who are not emperors and practice the Divine Dragon Kung Fu can almost all be regarded as rebellious and rebels! A bloodthirsty rebel.
But now, You Chuiyun has been able to faintly cultivate a bit of purple energy, which proves that he is walking on this road and has become a threat to the throne that Emperor Wenhong had to eliminate after he discovered it.
At this point, the two masters and disciples never thought that even if they broke up again, they would not be so different from each other, and they would eventually fight against each other.
You Chuiyun never thought that the day when he and his husband would fight to the death would come so quickly.
A long-lost meeting was not only unpleasant, but they also parted ways completely... And from the moment Wen Hong killed Aunt He, You Chuiyun knew that the gentle and elegant gentleman of the time had died, and was replaced by someone who was crowned emperor, and who would also be crowned emperor. The emperor who wears the shackles of the world.
As a king, everything should be done with the national integrity in mind. Killing people and silencing them is not completely ruthless, but also a matter of helplessness.
But in You Chuiyun's view, how can a person who can't tolerate even one life have the spirit of an emperor?
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A petite figure was trying hard to climb up the dangerous iron ladder. Her two braids were blown everywhere by the wind, and it hurt when she was hit on the face from time to time.
She turned back and looked at the abyss beneath her feet. Wentian Tower had broken through the clouds, and she could only see the lights half-hidden, and the depths of the clouds were unknown.
She ouched and closed her eyes - if she fell down, wouldn't she be smashed into eight pieces? No, it's one hundred and eight petals.
When the time comes, I will have to trouble my senior brothers to put up with the nausea and put me back together...
The little girl had been thinking about something all day long, and when she came up, she caught a glimpse of the cloaked man's iceberg, but she lost her concentration due to too many distracting thoughts.
The iron ladder under her feet was suddenly broken, and she fell down again before she could even call for help.
And the cloaked man was sitting firmly with his back to him, and he didn't see himself... It was over now!
I fell again!
The little girl closed her eyes in despair, but suddenly she felt her clothes tighten, and then a huge force came from it. It turned out that the cloaked man suddenly appeared by the eaves and lifted her up.
"me……"
Looking at that familiar face, the junior sister couldn't help but shudder. She wanted to say thank you, but was forced back by a chill from head to toe.
The cloaked man's eyes were shining, and he put the little junior sister down like a child, then turned around and returned to the original position to sit down, as if he was practicing some kind of skill.
The junior sister seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly she knelt down and kowtowed three times, clasping her hands together as if worshiping a god. Kawaii's face also had a blush and she said, "I've seen Mr. Jianzheng."
Even though You Chuiyun had calmed down, he was overcome by her solemn etiquette like offering incense and worshiping Buddha.
"Ha..." You Chuiyun sneered and looked at this girl: "What are you doing? Si Tianjian didn't kowtow."
"Ah...ah? Really?"
The junior sister blushed and said, "But senior brother asked me to show more respect to Mr. Jianzheng..."
"This is the first time I've seen you show respect to me. Get up quickly. If you see me in the future, just call me "Sir". I can't bear the complicated etiquette."
You Chuiyun was interrupted by her abruptness. He was a little depressed, but he couldn't help but smile. He could no longer practice the Shenlong Kung Fu. You Chuiyun stared at the moon and asked, "What happened?"
You Chuiyun had explained that if there was something that Si Tianjian couldn't handle, he could ask the junior sister to come to him on the top floor.
The younger junior sister started to tremble: "No... nothing happened..."
You Chuiyun narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a somewhat unkind tone: "What did you say?"
The little junior sister was like a frightened little white rabbit. She was scared and backed away. However, she remembered that she was thousands of feet high in the sky and could not fall anymore, so she mustered up the courage to unload a bulging baggage from her back.
"I-I brought something to eat, sir."
Then she unfolded the bag, and inside it was a wrapped pastry-like food, but half of it was out of shape due to the squeezing. When the strong wind blew, it scattered everywhere on the roof.
You Chuiyun didn't expect this little girl to ask, "Food?" She almost fell to death, just to bring food? This girl thinks that I, You Chuiyun, am the number one foodie in the capital?
The junior sister looked at the remaining half of the unfinished pastry awkwardly, and said bravely: "I made this with the osmanthus from Guilin in the west of the city. It is delicious. I have tasted the pastries in the palace, and they are not made by me." It’s delicious!」
The atmosphere was very awkward. The little girl was holding the pastries and blinking her big eyes, waiting for You Chuiyun to come, while You Chuiyun looked at her with a faint look.
It seemed like there was a stalemate for a moment, the little junior sister's pigtails were straightened, and she was racking her brains to hold back a few words, but she always came up blank.
Senior brother said that the higher you go, the thinner the air becomes. Could it be that my brain is damaged because of this? She doubted herself.
"……bring here."
Fortunately, the man's voice came over, and the junior sister stood up happily and trotted forward, but she forgot about the slippery glazed tiles.
"Ah yo!"
The pastry in the junior sister's hand was shot towards You Chuiyun like a hidden weapon... You Chuiyun thought so at the time, but after he flashed his head, he realized that it was indeed this little girl who had slipped her foot...
However, You Chuiyun reached out and grabbed a piece of intact light yellow osmanthus cake in his hand.
The junior sister threw the dog and ate its shit. When she raised her head, she could see that her nose was red and almost bleeding.
What made her most uncomfortable was that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake fell to the ground and she couldn't eat it...
The junior sister wanted to cry originally. Although her weak temperament had improved a lot, she was still just a little girl who didn't understand anything. She would cry when her eyes turned red.
You Chuiyun was the one who really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. With a wave of his hand, a soft force lifted the girl up, and the girl suddenly came to sit firmly under the tower.
And that force penetrated into the body again, and the bruises and abrasions from the fall immediately recovered.
I couldn't feel the pain, and my little sister didn't shed any tears after all, but she worked hard all day to make cakes...
The cloaked man jumped down from the top of the tower, stood beside her, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand and put it into his mouth.
The junior sister also looked at him with hopeful eyes.
The cloaked man's side face is resolute and stylish, with a hazy beard and a slight movement of his jawline, presumably because he is carefully savoring the taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
"How...how is it?"
The man in the cloak swallowed softly, nodded and said, "Sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not overpowering. You should also add some sweet and fragrant Chinese medicine for seasoning?"
"right!"
The little junior sister's eyes suddenly became bright, her eyes rippling like water under the moonlight... The tears that had not been squeezed out just now were still spinning in her eyes.
"This is my mother's exclusive secret recipe, passed it down to me!" The junior sister giggled and pulled Yu Chuiyun's cloak with her two fingers.
"When I was first accepted as a disciple by my teacher, the senior brothers didn't like me and said I was a useless woman. So I started doing a lot of things. I cooked flowers and plants for the seventeenth senior brother... Later I also did some housework. Damn it, I can lift two buckets of water at once!
But the senior brothers seemed to be very busy and had no time to talk to me... But as soon as I took out this unique secret recipe of osmanthus cake, the senior brothers all praised me after eating it, even the teacher praised me! That was the first time that I felt that everyone cared about me here..."
You Chuiyun couldn't laugh or cry, he really met an innocent girl.
Although he was a cold-faced messenger, he nodded slightly and praised: "The craftsmanship is good."
However, the truth is.
You Chuiyun couldn't taste anything, and could only detect the medicinal power of a few traditional Chinese medicines... These medicinal powers were gathered together. As a disciple of the Medical Saint, You Chuiyun could probably guess the unique sweetness of the osmanthus cake.
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