Sheng Fu

Chapter 456

In the early spring, before the mountains and seas are in full bloom, they are full of life and full of sunshine.

King Ping walked slowly, holding an umbrella in one hand, covering it with a python robe, isolating his own aura and being incompatible with the travelers around him.

The steps resonate with the rhythm of the heart, very flat, very slow, without waves, just like the epitome of these years in the temple.

Before the rise of Yu Wenjun's generation, he had also seen the beautiful scenery of the previous generation. Some people rose to power and then fell straight to the sky, and some accumulated a lot of money in exchange for a moment of brilliance.

On the contrary, those inconspicuous little characters, step by step, gained a firm foothold in the future, standing at the forefront of the tide.

The person who stirs up the wind and waves is really unique in style. He is in the limelight for a while and wins the world's great fortune, but the wind and waves are fleeting. Only by riding the waves can the still water flow deep.

But if there is another chance to do it all over again, King Ping will not let the water flow.

There is no waves, no waves, no emotion, rich clothes and fine food, prosperity and wealth, is the resting place that ordinary people dream of, but King Ping is not a commoner, he is a prince, one of the few princes with real power in the imperial capital.

I have been witnessing the storm and the peerless romance of others.

The person who reads the story is not the person in the story after all.

The characters in the story can change their names in history for the last time.

He wants to be the person in the story, and he has no chance.

The big show of Bai Xiaowei and Xie Yiming, who are similar to his age, can be seen by those ignorant fools who don't know the meaning of learning.

Not to mention Yu Wenjun, the head of the Eight Gus, the great romance of His Royal Highness the Dragon Clan.

Protecting poor families, setting up small temples, and participating in great battles, every move is thrilling, and every achievement can be suppressed by aristocratic families who cannot hold their heads up.

The sword worn by King Ping has been out of its sheath for many years, and no one knows whether the edge has dimmed or not.

But he is a sword, not a knife.

The longer the sword is hidden, the more awe-inspiring it will be. The sword is rotten, and it is rotten.

The road in Shanhaiyuan is very long, and there is no end to the day trip.

At dusk, King Ping stopped under a violet tree, the crown of the tree was slightly blooming, and the lake in front of him was covered with a layer of golden yellow under the rays of the setting sun. .

King Ping waited here for about an hour, but Yu Wenjun had not yet appeared.

But he can continue to wait, because he is King Ping.

The night came from all directions, and the sound of people in the Shanhai Garden gradually disappeared.

Under the quiet night sky, what happened was not much different from the previous night.

Until the end of the night, such people have not yet appeared.

After dawn, King Ping continued to walk slowly.

It started to rain this morning, and the rain was neither urgent nor slow. The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and the sound of tick-tock pierced into the heart of His Highness Prince Ping.

Ling and Wang may have counted with their fingers, or it may have been a coincidence, this umbrella was given to the cardinal.

After the ground is wet, the mountain and sea garden is cold and beautiful, like the long wet hair of a beauty's hand out of the bath, which makes people feel affectionate.

The morning in Lingdu is no different from the morning in the imperial capital of the human race. The shops should be full of people in the morning, and there will still be some people in the shops that are not doing well at this moment.

Ke Ping Wang, still did not wait for Yu Wenjun.

Looking at the sky, there are no dark clouds, not even overcast clouds, the sky is bright, and the rain is falling on the world. This is the style of early spring.

Some things, whether done or not, will not affect the final result.

Another hour passed, and His Royal Highness Ping Wang didn't know where he had gone.

In the forest path, there is peace and quiet.

He thought that the road would be sheltered from the wind and rain by trees, but he never thought that a young man in black brocade clothes and jade belt was coming right in front of him.

Upon closer inspection, the brocade clothes were embroidered with dragon patterns.

When Yu Wenjun arrived, he didn't break up. The ground was wet, but as Yu Wenjun stepped out, it dried naturally. The raindrops on the leaves were about to fall on Yuwen Jun's head, but suddenly disappeared.

The rain and dew do not stick to the body, and the moisture does not enter the body, which can be achieved after entering Chengsheng.

King Ping can do it naturally, but he is not as natural as Yu Wenjun.

"You came later than I thought." King Ping said.

Yu Wenjun replied: "Perhaps at noon, the sun will shine all over the world. At this moment, it is also approaching noon. It is like the scenery below the top of the mountain and halfway up the mountain. Although it is impossible to overlook the vast mountains and rivers, it is only one step away."

The corners of King Ping's mouth rose, his heart was full of bitterness.

How can people who survived the night be at their peak at noon the next day?
King Ping asked, "What kind of chips do you want this time?"

Yu Wenjun came up to King Ping and said softly: "The soldiers of Hengchang can attack the city and pull out the strongholds in the demon land. Before the war is over, no side effects will be allowed."

"After the dust in the Demon Realm settles, everything will go back to normal."

"This method is really tough, but His Majesty has never been soft."

"I'm not Kou Zhan, I'm just me."

"At this moment, the trade between the Human Race Temple and the Spirit Race has begun to operate normally."

"The slightly cold spring breeze in the past two days should not have blown into the battlefield of Yaoyu, but blown into people's hearts."

King Ping closed the umbrella, squeezed it with one hand, and said calmly: "So, I am just a messenger, how do you know that His Majesty will agree to this matter?"

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "Chi Yuan is in the demon realm, and Gu Yong is recharging his energy in the chaotic space."

"The deputy suzerain of the Yixi sect is strolling in the Mengdu Mansion right now, or looking at the booklets."

"There should be no storms in many things."

King Ping smiled bitterly and said, "So, whether you will come to see me today or not is actually the same."

Yuwen Jundao: "This does not affect the friendship between you and me in the imperial capital in the past. I have always been a nostalgic person. Maybe this is not good, and it does not look like a politician should have an attitude."

"But that's me."

"After coming to Lingdu, I will also do my best to be a landlord."

"Let's find a place to eat."

Only then did King Ping remember that when he first met Yu Wenjun in the past, he ate an unappetizing meal in his mansion.

This time in Lingdu, this meal, it seems that all the tastes have passed, and it seems that new tastes are pouring into my heart.

Yu Wenjun led Ping Wang unhurriedly, walking slowly.

Passing through the rain curtain, without a sound, came to the gate of Mengdu Mansion.

The person who opened the door was Gu Cheng, glanced at Yu Wenjun and Ping Wang, and said with a cheerful smile: "It's really a rare visitor."

"Even His Royal Highness King Ping of the human race is here."

King Ping nodded slightly and said, "I have seen Your Excellency."

Gu Cheng invited: "Please enter the mansion, both of you."

But having a luxurious mansion in a foreign land where you can sleep at any time is the delusion of many young people, and it is also the heart disease of many middle-aged men.

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(End of this chapter)