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Volume 2 "Years of Bonding" Chapter 145 The Prince Breaks the Realm

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    At the beginning of the year, it was a clear and cold morning, with the cold wind blowing and the sound of Xiao Yin.

    Located on Xianwu Avenue in the North District of the outer ring of the imperial city, a young man in black, with a sword behind him, came from the east side of the avenue, walking straight to the west with steady steps.

    The weather at the beginning of the first lunar month is still chilly and still deceptive.

    The young man in black was wearing thin clothes and walking slowly with his sword behind his back, but he didn't feel a trace of coldness.

    At the westernmost end of Xianwu Avenue, there is a mansion that occupies a relatively large area. The plaque on the gate of the mansion is engraved with the three characters "Marshal's Mansion" in cursive red letters with a dazzling gold border.

    In the cold morning, the young man in black kept walking all the way to the outside of the Marshal's Mansion without any hesitation. He turned around and stepped into the open red door, heading straight into the mansion.

    The two gatekeepers, after seeing the visitor's dress and appearance, looked stern and bowed quickly.

    The young man with the sword seemed to be very familiar with the environment of the Marshal's Mansion. After entering the front yard, he kept turning left and right, passing through several quiet courtyards, and finally arrived at the northwest corner of the inner mansion.

    In front of you is an ice courtyard, with walls and gates made of crystal clear ice.

    A bit of cold air came over me, and the chill easily penetrated people's clothes, like thousands of fine needles piercing their skin.

    The young man in black raised his eyebrows slightly. He adjusted his inner breath in an instant, and was very skillful in easily dispelling the cold air that invaded his body, and then walked into the ice courtyard.

    This is a world of ice crystals, with an ice tree, an ice pool, an ice pavilion, and even the ground covered with a thick layer of ice.

    On the west side of the ice tree, a pool of water solidified into ice, and a jade blade was stuck on the surface of the pool. The sword was transparent, and traces of extremely cold air faintly escaped from the body of the sword.

    In the Ice Pavilion, there is an old man in white clothes, with a thin face, gray hair and beard, but a rosy complexion. He is sitting quietly on the cold ground with his eyes closed.

    The young man in black stepped into the pavilion. He first stood on one side and respectfully whispered "Master" before crossing his knees and sitting upright on the ice opposite the old man.

    The old man opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a cold lightning in the depths of his eyes, which flashed and disappeared.

    Looking at the young man with a sword sitting cross-legged in front of him, the old man was silent for a few moments and then said: "Your Highness, Fourth Prince!"

    The young man in black was obviously stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked with confusion: "Why did Master call me that today?"

    The old man looked solemn and replied: "Because for what we are going to talk about next, you need to consider the question and answer it as a prince."

    The young man in black lowered his head and said nothing. His lonely eyes were filled with a strange dark color. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and said, "Since Master said so, Du Ye must obey it!"

    After a few breaths of silence, the chilling chill seemed to freeze the flowing air in the ice pavilion.

    As the marshal of the Meng Kingdom, the old man has been in charge of the marshal seal for nearly a hundred years. Although he is a strong swordsman, he has the ambition to consolidate the country and bring peace to the country. Not to mention the killings on the battlefield, he is also very concerned about the affairs of the court.

    "Within a few days, the eldest prince and the second prince will break into the realm of the Dream King. Although the emperor issued an edict that whoever breaks through the realm first and becomes the king will be appointed as the crown prince, but there are some unpredictable things hidden in it.  variables."

    "This matter has nothing to do with me." The young man in black said calmly, with a calm expression.

    "There are some things that Your Highness thinks have nothing to do with you, but in fact you have always been in that invisible circle. Because of your love, you will be bound by love, and you will never be able to truly stay out of it!"

    "There is only one sword in my heart!" The young man in black looked firm, and his straight waist was like the sword on his back.

    "If your Highness wants to go further on the path of sword cultivation, you need to abandon some things!"

    "Master, please clarify!" The young man in black bowed slightly forward.

    "I would like to ask your highness a question. In order to practice the art of sword cultivation, can you give up your identity as a prince?" The old man's cold and stern eyes looked directly at him, his gaze as cold as ice.

    "Yes!" After thinking for a while, the boy in black gave the answer.

    "That's good! I hope you can enter the realm of the Sword Emperor within three years, but leave the imperial city, get rid of all shackles, and stay away from danger!"

    "Master, what do you mean by this?" The face of the young man in black changed and he asked quickly.

    "There are huge variables in establishing a heir! Although you are not in the center of the whirlpool, if you stay in the palace, you will inevitably encounter the danger of death! Now my life is approaching, and it will not exceed ten years at most. There is no way to protect it.  How long will it take you! The position of marshal will limit my life! In the journey of sword cultivation, I will never have the opportunity to step into the holy realm! But you are very young and have the opportunity to make the choice you want most, and then keep going!" Gong Tian  Jian sighed with emotion and spoke slowly.

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    The Mengguo Palace seems calm and calm, but in fact the atmosphere has quietly become tense!

    Just a few days ago, outside the Xizi Hall and the Nanzi Hall, the flow of spiritual energy in the air suddenly accelerated.

    Everyone familiar with the matter knows that the two princes are in their respective palaces, trying their best to break through the bottleneck, competing to take the first step and break into the realm of the Dream King.

    Outside the Xizi Hall, in a flower garden, all kinds of flowers that never fade in all seasons are swaying in the wind.

    In a field of thousands of flowers, a girl in red was lying on her back. A red-haired monkey was running around her, making squeaking sounds. From time to time, it would jump on the girl's body and stretch out its paws to turn over her clothes.  and pockets.

    "Don't move! Honghong, you're tickling me." The girl suddenly giggled, raised her hand and pushed the red-haired monkey away from her armpits, then raised it high and quickly hugged it into her arms.

    “Be good now, and when brother breaks into the dream king realm, I promise to buy a lot of red cherry fruits for you to eat!”

    The Imperial Palace, outside Nanzi Hall.

    In the fragrant flower pavilion, a woman wearing a black robe was walking back and forth. Looking at her cold and beautiful face, her anxiety and uneasiness were clearly revealed.

    Just after noon, a middle-aged man walked towards the flower pavilion in a hurry, his steps were as light as the wind. This man was wearing a black gown. Although his face was gloomy and cold, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

    "Feng Yuehan has met Nan Fei!" The man in black shirt came to the outside of the flower pavilion and bowed slightly.

    "There are no outsiders here, brother, there is no need to be polite." Concubine Nan suddenly stopped and sat down on the stone bench.

    "But this is the palace, and some etiquette must be observed. You are always so restless, which is not good!" Feng Yuehan stood quietly outside the pavilion, looking at his sister, and said seriously.

    "It's already this time, how can you tell me to calm down?" Feng Yue'er complained in reply.

    "Just wait patiently! Before it gets dark today, Dutian will definitely be able to break into the dream king's realm first. Those pills I looked for for him were not obtained in vain!" Feng Yue smiled coldly, her words filled with emotion.  gained confidence.

    An hour later, there was a sudden fluctuation in Nanzi Hall, and the spiritual energy around the hall was suddenly drained out in an instant.

    Feng Yuehan's expression changed, and he suddenly said happily: "We are about to break through!"

    Hearing this, Concubine Nan hurriedly stepped out of the flower pavilion, her eyes shining with hope.

    Ten breaths later, a blue figure suddenly rose above the Nanzi Palace. After hovering in the air for a moment, the figure flew towards the Huating Pavilion.

    "Concubine, uncle!" A young man in a blue robe fell from the sky and stood in front of the flower pavilion, shouting with joy.

    "Put the other words aside for now. Second Prince, please follow me to Junlin Hall first. The Emperor must be waiting for us, but we can't make him wait impatiently!" Feng Yuehan said with an inexplicable meaning as the corner of his mouth curled up.

    Without saying another word, Dutian hurriedly said goodbye to Concubine Nan and walked to Feng Yuehan's side. The two of them hurried towards the direction of Junlin Hall.

    A moment later, there was a sudden fluctuation in the Xizi Palace!

    On the palace road made of jade, Feng Yuehan's brows suddenly twitched, his expression changed, and he urged in a hurried voice: "You have broken through the solo dance, hurry up!"
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