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Chapter 1846 Meeting (please subscribe)

After all, although Xue Zihou had a deep hatred for Beitang and looked down upon him, he would not think that he was just a small character who could be easily eliminated.

Maybe the opponent is no match for Meng Zhao in martial arts, but if he can't beat him, he may not be able to outrun him.

Meng Zhao shook his head,

"I have my own plan for this matter. You can go out of the mountain first and find a farmer to live temporarily outside the mountain. When I come out of the mountain, you can come see me again!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Zhao had disappeared without a trace. Even though Xue Zihou's foundation had greatly increased and his qualifications had improved, he could not clearly see Meng Zhao's movements.

"It is indeed the Dragon King of Beimeng. The dragon has seen its head but not its tail. It doesn't matter. I lack Chang Bo's means now. Even if my force increases slightly, I will definitely die if I encounter Beitangsu. I'd better go down the mountain and wait for news."

Xue Zihou was quite persuaded at this time, not because of anything else, but because he saw Meng Zhao's power, so he believed in Meng Zhao's methods.

On the other side, Beitangsu was carrying a thick-backed sword. When Meng Zhao realized the power of time and space, the soul was born, and visions descended from the sky, he did notice something was wrong.

One was that the countless creatures he sensed around him were rushing towards a certain boundary against the norm, and there were even some abnormal situations where natural enemies coexisted and turned a blind eye.

Although Beitangsu is not omniscient and omnipotent, he can still guess that there must be something attracting them in the direction in which these creatures are running, perhaps a treasure, or some kind of power. Only in this way can they temporarily suppress their nature and create peace among the natural enemies. coexistence.

Therefore, after realizing that something was wrong, he did not retreat and leave Yuhu Mountain. Instead, he strengthened his belief, quickened his pace, and rushed to the edge of Yuhu Lake between the twin peaks and the Canglang Pavilion that he had made an appointment with Beitangxing.

The Jade Lake is as clear as a deep blue water, reflecting the strange rocks and ancient trees on the peaks on both sides, creating a unique scene.

Maybe it's a person, maybe it's an object, or even a specific thing.

However, the lake was dead silent and lifeless.

Wearing a plain white gown, he is tall and has his hands behind his back. Although his back is to him, a noble and compelling aura is invisible.

The familiar memory instantly caused Beitangsu to recall all the painful experiences he had in Yujing City.

He was determined on Beitangxing's side.

This is his greatest reliance.

Otherwise, he would not be able to walk out of the Divine Sword Hall at the risk of being set up and plotted against.

However, now he also knows that there are tigers in the mountains, so he prefers to travel to the tiger mountains.

The bigger reason is that Beitangsu has absolute self-confidence. He can fight his way out and survive amid numerous traps and layers of calculations.

All in all, this magic induction is quite accurate and credible. It is not caused by him, but is caused by the projection of the magic knife and the energy of the energy.

Even though the edge of the Jade Lake is full of life, with colorful butterflies flying and the fragrance of flowers, it can't hide a strange feeling of contradiction.

Secondly, after he mastered the Eight Magic Sword Techniques and mastered the method of Demonic Sensation, he felt that there was a trend that was unfavorable to him and was developing and growing.

When Beitangsu rushed to the Jade Lake and outside the Canglang Pavilion, he found that there was already a person waiting in the pavilion for a long time.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the reality was that although he tried his best to get rid of the various influences exerted by the magic sword on himself and avoid becoming a sword slave, he still greedily enjoyed the protection of the magic sword.

They are obviously of the Taizu bloodline and members of the royal family, but as the princes of the current emperor, they will always be the bright sun and the moon in the world, while their side descendants are just the dim stars that guard the sun and the moon.

Although the stars also have light, they are so dim and faint that they can hardly be ignored.

What is painful is not only the gap in status, but what is even more terrifying is the sad future that can be seen at the end. As a prince, no matter how useless he is, as long as he reaches a certain stage in the future, it is inevitable that he will be crowned king. This is the inevitable treatment for the heirs of the great emperor.

But what about them?

To put it nicely, it is called a clan; to put it worse, it is like a pig being raised by others. It is full of fat and fat, but it is difficult to achieve anything.

That's all for those who don't have great ambitions. After all, they will not lack wealth. But how can a person with a strong and outstanding mind like Beitangsu remain indifferent?

The limited future made him more desperate than the innate gap.

Fortunately, everything is different.

After meeting that adult, receiving his guidance and support, it was finally possible to break the established fate.

Slowly calming down the turbulent emotions and knots in his heart, Beitangsu exhaled loudly, his eyes were shining, and his pale face had a look that he had never seen before, and he said,

"The side branch of the sect, Beitangsu, comes to pay homage to the twelfth prince!"

The sound is not loud, and even uses strange power to limit it to a fixed range, forming waves of echoes.

The person in the Canglang Pavilion turned around slowly. He looked like the twelfth prince that Beitangsu was familiar with. He was complete in form and spirit, but he was much more mature than what he had seen before. He could also be considered to have grown up.

"Haha, cousin Su, you're fine. Why are you so outgoing? Come and take a seat."

But it was Meng Zhao who came first, and came to the Canglang Pavilion from Beitangsu first. He arranged everything and waited for people to enter the urn.

In the Canglang Pavilion, a large round stone table was also moved. On the sand-white tabletop, a layer of red cloth was spread. On it were placed several plates of candied melon seeds and snacks, as well as a pot of tea with a spout. The hot air floated towards it and turned into white mist.

Beitang Su didn't notice anything different. Even if he really had a plan for a killing move, Beitang Xing wouldn't deal with him openly until he expressed his stance.

From Beitangsu's point of view, the twelfth prince, like the ninth prince, valued his growing influence and status in Shen Knife Hall, and wanted to use this to extend his tentacles to Yanzhou.

He was a chess piece, and a useful one at that.

Therefore, before expressing his position directly, Beitang Shu or Beitang Xing might be dissatisfied with him, but it should be impossible to kill him.

After all, one of the ancestral mottos of the royal family is to fight without breaking.

He was just a collateral member of the royal family and posed no threat to the supreme position. Those princes had not had time to win him over, so how could they set up a killing bureau to deal with him?

It's a pity that he was so wrong from the beginning, because Beitang Xing might not really kill him, but Meng Zhao would definitely do it.

Beitangsu, who felt that there was no danger and had not discovered the ambush, calmly came to Canglang Pavilion and sat opposite the Beitangxing that Meng Zhao had transformed into.

"Twelfth Prince, why did you invite me to meet you today?

If you have any minor troubles, I will not refuse and will try my best to solve it for you.

But if there are other ideas, Beitangsu has not decided yet.

Before you, the Ninth Prince wrote to me, and I gave the same reply. "

(End of this chapter)