At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were in a mess.

Xiao Ruolin suddenly widened his eyes, and in an instant, his head was buzzing and blank.

"What... when did it happen?" His voice was a little trembling.

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Three months ago!"

Three months ago...

Xiao Ruolin's face turned pale, and the whole person seemed to be drained of strength and fell to the ground.

Everything was connected in a trance, as if it was destined.

Xiao Ruolin felt his chest suffocated and almost couldn't breathe. A deep sense of powerlessness ran through his whole body.

"Pavilion Master!" Everyone in the Soul-Binding Pavilion hurriedly gathered around.

It finally happened, but he was still a step late.

Just like the Langya Prince's rebellion case, his plan was like a child playing house in front of those cunning foxes.

Although he changed the ending of his uncle, his uncle no longer entered the world.

Because his father could not tolerate him, because of that ridiculous power, his uncle became a grain of sand in his father's eyes.

For the royal family, family affection is a luxury, just as his father said to him that day.

Chilled to the bone!

Xiao Ruolin closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

This time, no one can stop him, including Emperor Mingde!

...

Tianqi Imperial City.

It was dawn, and the morning sun had just risen from the east.

The entire imperial city was shrouded in a layer of mist, seemingly peaceful and quiet, but actually hiding murderous intent.

Outside a magnificent and towering palace, two rows of guards were on standby.

Inside the palace, candlelight was bright, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Emperor Mingde slowly put down the memorial in his hand, and his eyes fell on Jin Xuan who was standing with his head bowed.

"You mean, there was something unusual in the imperial mausoleum three months ago, and someone left the mausoleum?"

Jin Xuan lowered his eyebrows and responded respectfully: "Your Majesty, that's right."

Emperor Mingde's expression gradually turned cold, his eyes were as gloomy as an eagle, and his whole body exuded a sense of majesty without anger, and his lips were tightly pursed.

After a long time, he sighed: "I know, leave!"

After speaking, Jin Xuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, saluted and turned to leave.

After Jin Xuan left, Emperor Mingde's eyes were obscure and his expression was uncertain.

He raised his head and murmured softly: "Jin Xuan, Jin Xuan..."

It took Jin Xuan three months to report the incident to him, but in fact, he had already secretly executed the old man.

As for why Jin Xuan reported to him now, it is worth pondering.

"Commander Li."

With this call, Li Changqing slowly appeared behind the curtain.

"I am here!" Li Changqing bowed and saluted.

Emperor Mingde's eyes were gloomy: "Send someone to keep an eye on Jin Xuan. If you find him in contact with any prince, tell me immediately."

Li Changqing responded and quickly disappeared from the spot.

After Li Changqing left, Emperor Mingde suddenly stretched out his hand to rub his temple, looking extremely tired.

Then, his eyes stayed on the table and never moved away.

On the table was a portrait of a young man.

The young man was beautiful, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, and a warm smile at the corner of his mouth.

Emperor Mingde touched the head of the boy in the portrait, and his low and hoarse voice revealed a trace of vicissitudes: "Little Thirteen..."

He regretted saying such vicious words to Little Thirteen that day. He admitted that he had had such evil thoughts.

After all, the prophecy of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory was definitely not empty talk. He was the king of Beili, and everything was for the country.

But as Ruofeng said, the responsibility for the prosperity of Beili was attributed to a child.

Is this really correct?

Perhaps, he was really wrong...

Three years later.

In the maple valley, the breeze was blowing in the morning, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the scenery was hazy.

At this time, under an ancient locust tree in the forest, a young man in white sat cross-legged.

After a while, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and five swords behind him flew into the air, and five long swords with cold rays rushed into the sky.

In an instant, the sky was filled with golden light, and a sharp sword intent rushed straight into the sky.

Seeing this, the young man smiled and landed gracefully, his white robe rustling.

Three years later, the young man's handsome features became more exquisite and perfect.

A pair of deep and deep phoenix eyes, shining like stars in the night sky, make people fall in love with them.

This person is Xiao Ruolin!

"Swords back!"

With a light shout, the five long swords returned to the sword box.

Retracting the long swords, Xiao Ruolin

Looking up at the blue sky in the distance, I feel very happy.

"Good! Good swordsmanship, you are worthy of being the leader of my great Soul Binding Pavilion. Did you see it, you little bastards? This is my leader."

The sudden voice spread throughout the Maple Valley, shocking people.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Ruolin held his forehead and turned away helplessly.

I saw Zishu and a group of newcomers who had just joined the Soul Binding Pavilion come to stop and watch.

In the past three years, the Soul Binding Pavilion has become a force that cannot be underestimated in the world with the efforts of everyone.

It has successfully squeezed into the first-class force on the Jianghu list. Although it has not surpassed Anhe, it is not a new force that Anhe can easily control at the beginning.

The pavilion has grown from a hundred people to thousands of people now. The only flaw is.

All newcomers who join the Soul Binding Pavilion will be brainwashed by A Da and become his fanatical fans. This makes the Soul Binding Pavilion like a pyramid scheme organization.

Xiao Ruolin was very troubled, and even the fucking password had become the fashion of the Soul Binding Pavilion.

When everyone said such shameful words, they were not embarrassed at all, but were extremely excited.

Xiao Ruolin's mouth twitched, and he put his hands behind his back and asked the heavens in silence.

Zishu approached Xiao Ruolin's side and said to the twenty or so newcomers below: "Did you see it? The sword intent just now could not be resisted by a sword fairy. The future of our Soul Binding Pavilion is promising! The Pavilion Master is mighty and domineering! The Pavilion Master is mighty and domineering!"

Hearing this, the newcomers shouted in unison: "The Pavilion Master is mighty and domineering! The Pavilion Master is mighty and domineering!"

"Fuck! I am a newcomer who has been in the Pavilion for only a month, and I can actually see the Pavilion Master in person. My life is over." A thin black man wailed, saying that he was flattered.

"Me too, the Pavilion Master is so handsome that he can break the sky."

"I didn't expect that what the head of the sect said was true. I use a sword and I am also known as the Sword King in the martial arts world. But the sword that the Pavilion Master just used, I am not exaggerating, it can be compared to the sword of a sword immortal!"

Looking at the scene of the demons dancing wildly, Xiao Ruolin suddenly felt his head swell.

He waved his hand and called helplessly: "Ada, report the organization's situation this month."

"Yes, Pavilion Master!" Zishu responded, then walked forward and said loudly: "Pavilion Master, since you came back, the Soul Binding Pavilion has been in its heyday..."

Xiao Ruolin raised his eyebrows, "If you flatter me again, I will throw you down."

Hearing this, Zishu chuckled twice, then returned to seriousness and said: "Pavilion Master, there are now a total of 1,224 members in the Soul Binding Pavilion, including 24 assassins of the Earth Generation, 12 assassins of the Heaven Generation, and only you and Elder Jiang are the Xuanming Envoys, and the rest of the members have not entered the four realms."

The Earth Generation represents the cultivation level of the Vajra Ordinary Realm, the Heaven Generation represents the cultivation level of the Free Earth Realm, and the Xuanming Envoy is the Free Heaven Realm.

The twelve men, that is, the first batch of people who entered the Soul Binding Pavilion, have all entered the Free Earth Realm, but the youngest of them is already 36 years old, and it is difficult for them to break through to the next realm.