Shaojun Wushuang

There are still six days before the new conferment ceremony, unexpectedly the old man suddenly thought of Rong Tian, ​​and heard the beast slave report that the old man wanted to see him, he had a toothache, when his mother was alive, they had nothing to say.

Now that his mother is dead, they have nothing to say, they just look at each other coldly and say a few words to each other.

It stands to reason that the old man should be thinking about his beautiful lady, why should he ask him for nothing.

Wushuang patted him on the shoulder to show him peace of mind: "I can take the rest of the fire talisman."

Rong Tian nodded, changed into court clothes and left with the beast slave.

Losing is not losing, this is the young master bought by his mother, you bastards, even if you have needles in your eyes, he will wear it hard.

When stepping out of the hall, he turned his head and glanced at Wushuang.

He was holding a pen in plain hands, with silver hair hanging down his waist, and his profile was serious and focused. He just caught a glimpse of the twelve silver balls on his waist, sighed slightly, and walked away.

The main hall of the ancient clan is bold, majestic, and luxurious, but in Rong Tian's eyes, it looks a bit earthy.

Where gold can be used in the hall, silver is never used, and where gems can be used, pebbles are never used. Looking around, the golden light is shining, and when the sun shines, the weak beasts really need to adjust their eyes for a moment or two.

Rong Tian raised his foot and stepped up the nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps.

"Young Master is so elegant, why did you come to the hall today?"

Hearing the nasty voice, Rong Tian chose to ignore it, and continued to walk forward, while the people behind him rushed up, parallel to him.

Su Jing was dressed in a blue court attire, and followed her up the stairs with her feet up and down.

Rong Tian didn't bother to give him a look, it was nothing more than a run on, his ears were calloused.

As a result, Rong Tian didn't listen to Su Jing's words about the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

The Lingshi Baiyu Square in front of the main hall is right in front of you, Su Jing is a little sullen: "You don't have to pretend not to be angry, who doesn't know you, tell you Rongtian, what doesn't belong to you will never belong to you!"

Rong Tian sneered and shook his head, he didn't bother to talk about things that didn't belong to him?The position of young monarch?Or the chance of the Nine Heavens Tribulation?

Stepping onto the square of Lingshi Baiyu, Sujing regained his majestic expression, as if it was not him but someone else who was nagging all the way.

With the same expression as before, Rong Tian walked towards the main hall.

"The third prince has arrived!"

"The young master has arrived!"

The chief animal steward outside the main hall also reported the name of the third prince first, and Rong Tianming came side by side with him.

Su Jing smiled politely at the beast pipe, and Rong Tian brushed past him indifferently, "Old bald donkey, be arrogant first, wait for me to succeed, and I'll take you first."

The gold and jade inside the hall are even more luxurious than those outside the hall.

Although I haven't visited the heavens in person, it's hard to find a palace comparable to it in the eight kingdoms and one central government or even other ethnic groups.

The crystal hall in the golden house is so bright that it is shocking. It is said that in order to build this hall, a mountain of crystal raw stone was used.

Except for the third prince Su Jing, the eldest prince Chen Xi, the sixth prince Lu Ba, and the rest of the princes who favored the emperor and concubines all came.

As soon as Rong Tian stepped in, it was like a black hole, attracting everyone's attention.

Rong Tian walked to the throne on the high platform, bowed his body slightly, his voice was as cold as this crystal: "I have seen the monarch."

The third prince was a little coquettish: "I have seen my father."

The people on the high seat didn't seem to have any special emotions, and said: "Sit down."

A high seat under one person and above ten thousand people must be enviable.

But Rongtian sat with a peaceful mind.

Although the old monarch is 10,000+ years old, Rong Tian just slanders him for being old in his heart. In fact, he looks no different from a man in his thirties in the world.

Noble, British and American, profound, and ruthless.

"You are called here today for the new Empress Conferment Ceremony."

Straight to the point, it has always been his character, what he advocates is that one force can be reduced to ten times, and all conspiracies and tricks are illusory before absolute strength.

That's what the old monarch did all the time.

Conquering the Quartet, those who oppose it will have no good end.

Rong Tian's expression was calm, several eyes fell on him, even the people above the high seats were looking at him.

But he just said nothing.

The main hall seemed to be blown by a cold wind. It was cold for a long time, and the old monarch spoke again.

"Rong Tian, ​​according to the rules of the ancient clan after re-sealing, you should be the one who walked up the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps and crossed the spiritual fire to meet the new queen."

Rong Tian stood up, sat on the high seat, and responded lightly: "I know."

I don’t know which fucking ceremonial officer made the decision. After marrying the monarch again, the young gentleman must personally lead the spirit silk up the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, then cross the spiritual fire, and teach the spirit silk to the monarch. Consummation.

It is said that it symbolizes the tolerance of the heart, which is the strength of the peace and unity of the Yamato ancient people.

Rong Tian is disdainful, obviously such rules and customs are somewhat perverted.

No matter who the young master is, to welcome this stepmother and pretend to be peaceful under the watchful eyes of all tribes and tribes is really a bit abnormal.

"Boss, third child, sixth child, the three of you are in charge of the monster race, ghost race, and human race."

All three stood up and bowed tacitly: "My son obeys the order."

"The rest are in charge of the other clans and ministries."

The third prince was slightly puzzled and asked: "What about the fairy clan?"

The old monarch: "Your mother and I will be responsible."

"Remember, everything is for the sake of the ancients, don't act on your will."

Everyone looked at Rongtian, the old god Rongtian was there, gently caressing the chair made of crystal material, looking at the crystal floor that could reflect its reflection.

The old monarch: "Let's go, let Tian stay."

All the princes: "My son and minister leave."

Rong Tian who was called was obviously taken aback. The number of times he stayed alone with the old monarch can be counted with ten fingers.

And it was the first time that he was left alone in Taitian Temple.

All the princes left unwillingly, and the door of the main hall was gently closed.

The old monarch: "Rong Tian, ​​it's been ten years, it's time to practice hard, and don't disappoint your mother's wishes."

Rong Tian raised his eyes, for some reason, a little sad: "Is the monarch also persuading me to let go?"

The old monarch: "The life and death of all things in this world are definite. Reversing life and death, except for the power of heaven, who can bear the backlash of thousands of karma?"

Rong Tian raised the corners of his mouth, his pale golden eyes flickered slightly.

Standing up and looking directly at the old monarch: "I don't know why the monarch insisted on marrying a mortal woman as the queen?"

"Drink the holy water of the fairy clan for her, and live forever?"

This is something that Rong Tian has always been brooding about. If it is love, why does Rong Tian rarely see the old monarch set foot in the Zhongtian Palace as long as Rong Tian can remember?

And why her mother is always depressed.

It's really strange for a mortal and a monarch. I don't know how shocking the empress ceremony will be, and I don't know how much contempt my mother will receive?

Presumably, he must bear more accusations of disrespect and contempt than his half-human, half-beast young master!

The old monarch's expression also flashed: "Rong Tian, ​​I am too indulgent to you!"

"After the Empress Seal Ceremony is over, go to the Nine Heavens Palace to face the wall and practice penance. If you don't cross the Nine Heavens Tribulation, you will never come out forever!"

Rong Tian turned a deaf ear: "How innocent my mother is! How innocent!"

"Do you know how I feel when I see her lying cold in the crystal coffin every day for the past ten years?!"

"Since you married her! Why let her die again! Why! Why! Why!"

The entire hall seemed to only echo Rong Tian's anger.

The old monarch sneered, his sharp eyes seemed to cut him apart.

Then he closed his eyes and waved his hands: "Get lost!"

Rong Tian sneered, laughed loudly, his eyes were red, the crystal beads fell to the ground, and the bell hit the crystal floor, rolling down to nowhere.

Step by step, step out of the majestic and crystal-clear Taitian Temple.

That step, every step, is firm and decisive.

After leaving the Taitian Temple, the animal pipe on the side stepped forward a little flatteringly: "Respectfully send off the young master."

Rong Tian paused, showing disdain, and left with a cold snort.

After Rong Tianhou came out, he was not as empty and relaxed as he had imagined. His original expectation was like eating iron and stone, and he was flustered.

What exactly is he expecting, what is he fantasizing about? Could it be that he really thinks that the ruler of the ancient clan has 'humanity'?

They are not human, only he and his mother are human.

Ha ha.

Suddenly, watching the giant beasts coming and going in human form, I was speechless and unable to understand for a while.

There is nothing on the outside, but the heart is still a cold-blooded beast.

What about Wushuang?Is it the same.

I heard that the Jiufeng clan is even more ruthless and decisive. Every step they advance, they have to step on thousands of corpses to be reborn from the ashes.

Dongtian Temple is right in front of you, Wushuang is inside, he is out of place, he looks like a different kind, he doesn't belong here.

But by a strange coincidence, he still stepped in.

Looking at the purple-clothed and silver-haired man who was still writing, he said hoarsely, "Wushuang."

Wushuang raised her eyes and smiled at him with gentle blue eyes: "I'm back."

I don't know if it's because Wushuang is extraordinarily gentle today, Rong Tian's breathing was stagnant, and he walked forward somewhat mechanically.

Rong Tian: "Wu Shuang, get up."

Wushuang complied.

Rong Tian: "Hold me."

Wushuang was slightly surprised, but still complied.

The strong fragrance of flowers rushed into the nostrils, hot chest, and strong heartbeat.

Rong Tian laughed suddenly: "It's great, there is a heartbeat and temperature."

Wushuang's muffled laughter came from his chest: "You are stupid, if you don't have a heartbeat or temperature, I will die."

Rong Tian broke free from Wushuang and looked up at him.

Wushuang clamped his arms with both hands, and his hot lips swept over his forehead like a superficial touch of water.

Rong Tian's heart beat faster, and Big Jiong jumped aside: "You are crazy, what are you doing!"

Wushuang seemed to find it extremely amusing and pointed at Rongtian: "You throw yourself into your arms, and I will take advantage of the trend to see if you are burned."

Wushuang didn't stop laughing for a while, and wiped the corners of her eyes with her slender jade fingers: "Sure enough, my forehead is so hot."

Rong Tian rolled his eyes at him, and said in a pleasant voice: "You have loved teasing me since you were a child, and it hasn't changed a bit when you grow up!"

He can always break his deep face, making himself panic.

Rong Tian curled his lips: "I didn't see you bullying others, you always play tricks on me."

Wushuang's eyes flashed, and the blue eyes were full of gentleness: "Because you are the most stupid in the entire ancient clan."

Rong Tian disagreed: "Cut~"

All the emotions in the main hall were inexplicably gone. Seeing thousands of painted fire symbols neatly placed aside, his eyes flickered slightly.

He seemed a little hesitant: "Wushuang, if we do this, will it implicate you? Although the Jiufeng clan has a superior status among the ancient clans, after all, what we have done is a rebellious thing."

Wushuang's eyes warmed up: "Without me, would you continue to do that treacherous thing?"

Rong Tian picked up a side of water that Wushuang had drunk, and gulped it down.

He said calmly, "Yes."

Wushuang's eyes darkened, glanced at the cup and met his pale golden eyes again: "So, how could such an interesting thing be without me."

Wushuang raised the corners of his mouth, evil and charming: "What's more, it's not certain who will be unlucky."

Whenever Wu Shuang laughed like this, someone was in trouble, and Rong Tian silently mourned for that unlucky ghost.

Facing this person who made fun of him since he was a child, his heart was so warm that he couldn't bear it.

The conferring ceremony of the prehistoric ancient clan was more grand than Rong Tian expected.

I thought it was a second marriage, so I should keep a low profile, but who knows, a cloud of celestial beings spread all over the ancient clan overnight.

The seven-color fluorescent lights go straight to the sky, setting off the majestic and majestic Taitian Temple, which is shocking.

It seems that, except for the East Heaven Hall, which is as calm as water, the others are either flattering, saving their lives, putting on a show, or really worshiping and looking forward to it. They are all dressed up colorfully and cleanly.

Rong Tian put on the golden mansion and golden silk crown presented by the ceremonial officer, and snow-white silver silk boots under his feet. The collar fell lightly, making his whole person extremely noble.

Wushuang was still dressed in purple, with undisguised surprise in her blue eyes, she shook her folding fan slightly: "Xiaotian is so beautiful."

Rong Tian didn't dare to compliment her: "No matter what, the word 'beautiful' is only related to you, I'll forget it in this life, let's talk about it in my next life."

Wushuang shook his fan and gradually approached, Rong Tian instinctively wanted to back off, what was this guy going to do again.

Unexpectedly, Wushuang just gently tidied up a corner on his shoulder for him.

Wushuang said: "Be low-key in the world today, I heard that puppies are common things, so they don't arouse suspicion."

"Don't show your supernatural powers too much in the world."

Rong Tian didn't care that much, he just nodded, anyway, he was here, so why was he thinking so much.

The fairy clan also gave enough face to the prehistoric ancient clan and arranged for the fairies to come and play music.

The ghost king and ghost queen of the ghost clan and even the seven-star ghost girl, the best of the younger generation, came.

The demon clan only came to the demon king and demon queen.

The overlord of the world, Lord Murong and the head of the Dayang Huangji Immortal Sect also came here.

There are also people from other ethnic groups and tribes who are extremely noble.

Not to mention the leaders of the various ethnic groups of the ancient prehistoric clan, even the genius Wuyi of the Jiufeng clan was present.

Rong Tian glanced at the prosperity of the prosperous age indifferently, and his heart was as sad as water.

Standing at the golden gate of the ancient clan, waiting for the Ba snake clan, their new mother queen.

Wuyi passed by Rongtian, nodded, with the same azure blue eyes, Wuyi was as handsome as Wushuang, but compared to Wushuang's evil charm, Wuyi was a little more air-conditioned.

Rong Tian didn't expect Wu Yi to nod at him, a little flattered, and responded lightly.

It seems that the Jiufeng clan has some fate with him. The rumored murderous Jiufeng is actually very friendly to him.

Maybe it's because of Wushuang.

After all, Wushuang is the youngest of the old general, and he is very much loved. With the support of Wu Yi, a genius brother, the rest of the people will naturally give themselves some face.

Thinking of this, I feel more grateful to Wushuang.