Rebirth of the Urban Madman

A loud shout attracted everyone's attention.

On the avenue, pedestrians retreated and monks scattered to both sides.

A great demon stepped forward, and a lion with a body as white as silver and shining with blazing light was ten feet tall, pulling a brilliant dragon chariot slowly forward, and there were soldiers leading the way, and there were thousands of soldiers in front and behind, protecting the dragon chariot.

Such a mighty force made many monks sigh.

Cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires, but many cultivators also envy the royal power in this world.

As the emperor of Aosha Country, the people in this dragon chariot are obviously many times better than their life-and-death struggles.

Cultivation resources do not need to be fought for by themselves, and someone will fight for them.

There are also millions of soldiers, enough to sweep across ordinary sects.

In the dragon chariot, there is a person wearing an imperial robe, with a handsome face, lifting a corner of the dragon chariot and looking at both sides of the imperial capital.

"Tianxiang Tower!" the young man spoke, his voice calm, but it seemed to contain majesty.

The maids and generals around him had already gotten used to it.

Every ten years, the emperor would go to Tianxiang Tower. No one knew why the emperor went to Tianxiang Tower. They only knew that every time the emperor would go there to sit alone for a while, have a drink, and then leave.

In Tianxiang Tower, Changyan looked at the dragon chariot, her hand trembled slightly, raised the wine glass, and drank it all.

"Zhao Weiyuan, the emperor of Aosha Kingdom." She murmured, but seemed to laugh at herself and felt a little ridiculous.

She stared at the dragon chariot until it stopped and the military armor entered Tianxiang Tower. The monks in the building had already known what was going on, so they paid the bill and left, not daring to disturb the Lord of Aosha.

"Your Majesty is going out, quickly retreat!"

But now, there is an exception. On the top floor of Tianxiang Tower, a general frowned and stared coldly at Changyan who was drinking by the window.

He stepped forward and ordered Changyan to leave as if giving an order.

Changyan did not deny it and smiled lightly, "When did the Aosha Kingdom become so overbearing? When Zhao Weiyuan went out, he asked others to retreat?"

Changyan turned his head and looked at the general through his bamboo hat and black gauze.

"How dare you!" The general glared at him.

Changyan was not afraid, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, saying jokingly, "What? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

The general's eyes were gloomy, and suddenly, a weapon was unsheathed, "Take it down, don't disturb the emperor!"

He did not hesitate at all, and the armor behind him was surrounded by precious light, and the weapon clanged, and he was about to unsheath and start.

At this moment, a subtle footsteps sounded, and Zhao Weiyuan, who was in the dragon chariot, had stepped onto the stairs without knowing when.

The general's pupils trembled slightly, and he immediately raised his hand to stop those who were about to take action.

On the stairs, Zhao Weiyuan slowly appeared. His face was as white as jade, like a young talent. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was a little worried. However, this expression made Zhao Weiyuan more majestic and charming.

Changyan's eyes fell on Zhao Weiyuan, and his eyes sank slightly.

In those drunken eyes, it seemed to have turned into clarity.

"Why is there so much noise?" Zhao Weiyuan asked, and his eyes fell on Changyan.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, this woman..." The general suddenly knelt down, and all the soldiers and armor around him knelt down.

After asking the reason, Zhao Weiyuan raised his hand slightly, "It's okay!"

He stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of Changyan. After taking a look at Changyan, he stopped talking.

"A pot of Qiaoque wine!"

He said lightly, and the slightly panicked and awed servant had already prepared the best Qiaoque wine and handed it over.

The wine fell on the table, making a crisp sound. Zhao Weiyuan was about to raise his hand to pick up the pot. Suddenly, Changyan seemed to stretch lazily, showing her graceful curves, but the table shook slightly because of her action, and the pot of Qiaoque wine fell.

Zhao Weiyuan's hand froze, and he looked at Changyan for the second time.

"This wine is delicious, it is a top grade, but unfortunately, the wine has been spilled and stained with filth, even the best wine is tasteless." Changyan retracted his posture, holding his chin with both hands, and his voice seemed to be slightly playful.

"You..." The generals and servants on the side were already furious. If Zhao Weiyuan hadn't said anything, they would have wanted to cut Changyan into pieces.

Zhao Weiyuan stared at Changyan for a few breaths before he said, "You're back!"

He picked up the fallen Qiaoque wine, poured the remaining wine in the pot into the cup, and looked at Changyan.

"Xu Yan, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years. I heard that you joined the Tianyun Sect. This is good news." Zhao Weiyuan said, waving his hand to let the soldiers and servants retreat.

Chang Yan looked at Zhao Weiyuan, "Your eyesight is still the same. I put on a hat to cover my face, but you can still recognize me."

"Ten years of companionship, how can I forget each other? I came to Tianxiang Tower this time ten years ago just to see if you would come back." Zhao Weiyuan said lightly, "You and I are childhood sweethearts. We grew up together since childhood. Although a hundred years have passed,Years, for mortals, is a lifetime, but for you, for me, it is just the beginning. Some habits have already been formed, how can they be easily forgotten. "

"Childhood sweethearts?" Changyan smiled lightly, "Unfortunately, in my eyes, you and I are already enemies of life and death."

"My Xu family is full of loyal and brave people, and they died at your hands. As a daughter, Changyan dare not forget the revenge of my parents."

Changyan said softly: "Since we have met, today happens to be the anniversary of my Xu family's death, so one of you and I will stay alive here!"

Zhao Weiyuan's palm trembled slightly, he looked down at the wine glass and took a sip.

"With your current lower-grade transformation of the spirit, can you kill me?"

"Try it, it should be possible!"

"What if you can't?"

"I'll die! "

Each of them spoke a sentence, the words were very plain, but they were talking about life and death.

The calmest words seemed to reveal the monstrous blood hatred in the past.

"The Xu family has now been named the King of Loyalty and Martyrdom. I go to pay homage to them every year. Today is also the anniversary of his death. Let's talk about our hatred after paying homage to the elders!" Zhao Weiyuan was silent for a moment and uttered a word.

"I have already paid homage to them. For a hundred years, the blood of the whole family has been in my dreams day and night. You wiped out my entire Xu family, but you named it a loyal martyr. Haha, Zhao Weiyuan, hypocrisy must have a limit."

Chang Yan chuckled, and quietly, the broken sword appeared in his hand.

The broken sword pointed directly, the strength of the lower level of the spirit transformation, just a moment away.

The broken sword entered his throat, and Zhao Weiyuan did not dodge or avoid it.

Buzz!

With a sound of sword sound, Zhao Weiyuan had a golden dragon pattern in front of him, blocking the broken sword.

He slowly opened his mouth, "Xu Yan, you can't kill me! A hundred years ago, the Xu family would have died. If I hadn't gone to destroy the Xu family, not only the Xu family, but you would have died too. It's even more impossible that you would have been crowned king after being destroyed. So, I went. Although the Xu family was destroyed, you are still alive. "

"You hate me, I understand, but hating me is at least better than hating others."

Zhao Weiyuan's voice was still calm. He poured another glass of Qiaoque wine and drank it by himself.

Changyan's eyes finally changed at this moment. She had endless murderous intent, and the broken sword was constantly vibrating and humming.

"Zhao Weiyuan, my Xu family has protected your Zhao family all our lives, opened this Aosha country, and guarded the territory for ten thousand years, just because my father wanted to become a Taoist, your Zhao family wanted to destroy my Xu family. "

"You and I have been childhood sweethearts for ten years, but because of this mere royal power, my Xu family was destroyed, and your Zhao family's royal power is forever. You destroy my Xu family and leave me a way out? It's ridiculous. You are now the ruler of Aosha, the emperor of a country. How can you not have the blood of my Xu family? "

Changyan's voice was not sad, but he spoke word by word, cold and incomparable.

"Zhao Weiyuan, don't be hypocritical!"

"I said, today one of you and I must die!"

"Why bother talking nonsense..."

Before Changyan finished speaking, Zhao Weiyuan dispersed the dragon pattern protection, and his throat fell in front of the broken sword.

"Well, I die!" Zhao Weiyuan only spit out four words, but the broken sword in Changyan's hand could never...

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