withered prosperity

"I have already forgotten what happened so long ago." Yan Hai said lightly.

"Anyway, I will never forget it in my whole life, and... I think, no one can forget..."

Yan Hai poured him a glass of wine.

"It seems that every time there is a critical moment between life and death, Lord Cuiwei needs to lend a helping hand to me." He raised his glass to Yan Hai: "Just like this time, if it wasn't for Lord Cuiwei's secret assistance, I would have almost died. Not to mention everywhere, it may harm more innocent people.”

"My lord's words are serious, I didn't do anything." Yan Hai raised his cup but didn't drink it: "It's the wangfei who lost her life because of this, the lord should mourn."

"Princess... yes! My concubine lost her life!" Yin Yutang revealed deep anger: "If I know who it is..."

"If I knew who brought that thing out of the island behind my back, I would definitely let him die without a place to bury him."

Yin Yutang's hands trembled, and the wine almost spilled out of the cup.

He wasn't guilty, but Jun Cuiwei was too prestige, he felt that kind of anger, and he felt fear.

Yes, dread.

That night many years ago, on that ship, this man stood at the bow, looking back at them, as if looking at a group of humble ants.

Of course he was dissatisfied in his young and energetic heart, but more, he was still afraid.

Ever since he was stranded on that weird and bizarre island and experienced all the terrible things that cannot be explained by common sense, he felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart for everything in the world.

Whether everything you see every day is deeper.Something strange and terrible hides...

"Mr. Cuiwei, come back to Beijing with me!"

Yes, at that time, they were indeed just ants to this person.

"In this way, you can know whether someone did something that shouldn't be done, or took something that shouldn't be taken."

But now, Yin Twelve is no longer the reckless boy he was back then. His status and power, and the power contained in it, have already helped him overcome his childhood nightmare.

"Mr. Cuiwei, I know that without you, I may never be able to find the murderer who killed my princess." He laughed at himself: "Even if I have to kill her with my own hands, even if you don't believe it... I am I love her very much, not because her father is a feudal official, but because she is a very good wife."

"It's really touching. I really want to believe you, but you Yin family members don't like to tell the truth." Yan Hai took out the wine glass from his hand: "Yue Qingbi believed it back then, and she died in endless Yuanli, do you think that if I believe you now, will I die in Shangjing?"

Yin Yutang's complexion was not pretty.

This reminded him of how the beautiful and gentle Qing Bijun was forced into the endless abyss by this man with a regretful expression back then...

"However, in fact, you don't need to say anything, I will go to Beijing with you." Yan Hai told him: "I hope you have not forgotten what I told you when I left the island."

After seeing Yin Yutang off, Yan Hai sat in front of the window again.

Yin Yutang just mentioned that night at sea.

On that night, he stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the bright moon. He was full of ambition and felt that the world was vast and he could fly.

In the blink of an eye, it has been 12 years.

"Yunji, I'm leaving." He said softly. "I can't wait for you forever."

The moon is in the heart of the sky, reaching out, not enough.

There is nowhere to stop and climb up if you cut the cliff with a knife or an axe. Only one of the secret passages can reach the top of the cliff.

There is a hanging view on the top of the cliff.

Yun Ji sat cross-legged on the platform in front of the temple, his eyebrows and hair temples were covered with a layer of hoarfrost due to the cold.

The clouds break and the sun rises, and the sun gradually dispels the lingering dusk.

His long and dense eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It has been the third day since he went up to Bu Tianya.

During these three days, he concentrated his mind and suppressed the disordered emotions and inner breath.

Among the pavilion masters of all dynasties, although there were some who practiced this exercise, most of them gave up halfway in the end. Occasionally, there were stubborn ones, but it was all bad luck. Later, this exercise was shelved.

But he still practiced.

He has already been hailed as the number one in the world just by reaching the fifth floor, but no one can predict what it will be like if he reaches the ninth floor.

He took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

The sun was shining brightly, like golden threads hanging down.

Step by step, he turned and walked back into the suspension.

Some things, even if they are within reach, you have to figure them out slowly, and if you are not careful, you may fall into the abyss.

"Pavilion Master." Chang You hurriedly greeted Yun Ji when he saw Yun Ji stepping into the gate. "You are back!"

"what happened?"

"In the past few days when you were away, another major incident happened. If it wasn't for the strict order not to set foot on the horizon so easily, the elders would have gone up and invited you down."

Then, Chang You simply said the matter.

"Wangfei's death in Qianqiu Mountain this time has dealt a great blow to the prince. He informed him yesterday that he will help Ling go back to Shangjing early this morning."

"Yeah." Yun Ji nodded. "have they gone?"

It was almost noon at this time, if we set off this morning, we must have already traveled a long way.

"Yes, Elder Li and the two elders Hu Lin sent the prince down the mountain together, and the Murong family and the Bai family also left together." Chang You told him: "In addition, Miss Chilian also said that she would return to Shangjing. , I just want to report to the pavilion master personally, so I haven't set off yet."

"Then let's talk about it when Li Ke and the others come back." He walked up the stairs: "I want to take a shower and change clothes, so you go and get ready."

Chang You took the order and went, while he went back to his room.

"Changyou! Changyou!"

Chang You ran upstairs in a panic, and fell in the middle because he was too flustered.

Yun Ji stood in the center of the room, the windows on all sides were open, and the gauze curtains were fluttering in the wind.

"What about others?"

For some reason, Chang You felt a deep fear in his heart.

"Chang You, where did he go?"

Chang You collected himself, only to realize that the pavilion master was looking at the window facing the small building.

"Is Yan Hai in charge?" He swallowed: "Cheng Wang said that anyone who has anything to do with this matter must follow him back to Shangjing, and they can only return after the verification is correct. Follow Cheng Wang and leave."

Yun Ji walked to the long window and looked towards the direction down the mountain.

"Pavilion Master, but what's wrong?" Chang You's back felt chills, he didn't know what made the Pavilion Master look like this: "You want me to send a message..."

"No, you go down!"

Yun Ji shifted his gaze from the road to the small building.

When the windows are closed, you know no one is there.

Because of this time, that person will open the window to let the sunlight into the house, then write and draw, and read a book.

He is leisurely, not like a servant.

After all, when did he look like a servant.

A son of a showgirl from a fishing village?

Yan Hai, do you take me for a fool?

If you know Wei Heng, what about Yin Yutang?

A genius doctor, a prince...

So... Yan Hai, are you Yan Hai?

If you are not, then, who are you?

Yun Ji walked out of the room, and walked into the prepared bathroom from the overhead corridor bridge.

He took off his clothes and stepped into the wide pool.

Steaming steam filled the air.

Yun Ji sank into the warm water.

The pond was ten feet square, and when he was about to move in front of Mingyue Tower, Yan Hai was obsessed with this bathroom, and came to see it several times on the pretext of tidying up the house for himself.

Every time he returned to Zhaoming Garden, he would exaggerate, saying how good this bathroom is and how comfortable it would be to soak in winter.

As a result, he didn't have time to soak once.

In the lower courtyard, it would be nice to have a wooden barrel for bathing.

He likes to eat well, wear well, and is not dexterous in his work. Such a person can actually enter the upper pavilion of Chaomu Pavilion and become the first personal servant of the pavilion master...why has he never had such doubts?

But if he had other purposes, why did he force himself to send him to the House of Commons?

Yun Ji broke out of the water, pulled her hair back with one hand, and stepped out of the pool.

The moment he put the clothes on his shoulders, he had already dried his hair with internal force.

"Pavilion Master." Chang You's voice sounded outside the door: "The three elders have returned and are waiting."

"Invite Elder Qiu over here too."

"Pavilion Master." Li Ke asked: "You said that you will continue to retreat, and the time is still uncertain? This..."

Yun Ji raised his hand, signaling him to be calm.

"Now that the Qingming Festival has passed, I have nothing to worry about because the elders in the pavilion are taking care of it." Yun Ji said to the elders present: "Because of many sudden incidents, there was chaos for a while, so I haven't had time to tell you all, but now the sixth level of my Great Xiaoyao Jue has been stabilized, and there are faint signs of breaking through to the seventh level."

Hearing what he said, the four quickly congratulated him.

"Everyone also knows that this Great Xiaoyao Jue becomes more and more dangerous as it goes on. I have to put down my mundane affairs and concentrate on my cultivation."

"The pavilion master is the most important thing in everything." Qiu Changan was the first to speak: "But if something happens during this period and the pavilion master needs to be the master, then we..."

"The three elders can discuss it as much as possible. If they can't make a decision, let Elder Mei make a decision."

Although Mei Yi didn't care about things, she was the oldest and most prestigious after all. Qiu Chang'an, who originally wanted to take a token from Yun Ji or ask for an explanation, suddenly became dumb.

"So, the pavilion master can retreat with peace of mind!" Hu Mingqi glanced at the people present, and said slowly: "Even though we are not talented, if the pavilion master can break through the seventh floor as soon as possible, we can be regarded as the name of Chaomu Pavilion." Let the world contribute a little bit of strength."

"Yan Hai, you came to Shangjing with me, and I can bring you many interesting places." Murong Yu sat on the wheel of the car with his feet up, and introduced him to him enthusiastically, with a playful look in his eyes: " There is everything in Shangjing, guaranteed to open your eyes.”

Mao Jiang, who was riding beside him, coughed vigorously.

"What's wrong with you, Mao Mao?" Murong Yu rolled his eyes at him: "Why don't you go and look at Hei Lang? Is he better?"

"Doctor Wei has been looking after him, saying that he is fine, but he is not acclimatized." Speaking of Hei Lang's strangeness, Mao Jiang's expression became serious. "Take care of yourself, you should be fine before you return to Shangjing."

"When did he become so squeamish... Eh, what's that?" Murong Yu stood up on the shaft of the car and looked back.

Someone at the front also noticed it, and the entire convoy stopped one after another.

"It's Princess Chilian who has caught up and wants to go back to Beijing with us." Mao Jiang came back after inquiring about the news soon.

"So fast!" Murong Yu looked at the dim sky, "I thought she would have to catch up tomorrow."

Because they wanted to reach the place before dark, everyone soon started walking again.

"I'll go say hello to her." Murong Yu jumped off the carriage that Yan Hai was riding in, and went back.

Yan Hai leaned against the comfortable cushion, feeling a little drowsy.

Talking to Murong Yu was not an easy task. He felt that he had exhausted a lot of energy and urgently needed to take a break.

Suddenly there was a rush of hoofbeats passing by the carriage, and then returned after a few steps.

Yan Hai opened his eyes, and saw a long sword opening the curtain of the car.

The man was dressed in black with a black sword, and a black mask on his face, his clothes fluttering in the twilight...

Just looking at each other for a moment, or sizing him up, the man retracted the sword, and the curtain of the car also fell down.

Yan Hai's drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he sat up abruptly, staring at the swaying car curtain, feeling that what he saw just now was a phantom born in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"This is impossible..." He murmured, "How...is it possible..."