Martial Arts: The Lonely Shaman of the Nine Worlds was exposed, and Yueyue burst into tears!

And, take a step back.

These are all related to Lin Ran.

It was almost certain that he would not be able to beat Lin Ran, so if he had to admit it, he would admit it, and he didn't have any resentment in his heart.

Besides, about the Jianghu people, can that be called confession?That is called knowing how to advance and retreat, and to understand the current situation.

After arguing for a while, everyone continued to watch the gold list.

The three of them searched for nightshade according to the instructions of the magic weapon, but they returned to the inn all the way.

"Strange, why is it here?"

Tang Xue asked in bewilderment. "Could it be that the nightshade is back?"

"Not good! Mao Mao is still inside!"

Sedum's complexion changed, and she rushed into the previous guest room.

Xu Maoshan was intact, and the jacarandas were also there.

But in the room, there was an extra middle-aged woman with white hair.

It is the saint.

"Senior Saint Aunt of the Nuwa Clan?"

Xu Changqing asked in a respectful voice, "Dare to ask the holy aunt what is the important matter here?"

"I'm here for the nightshade."

The holy lady looked at them with a smile.

"Solanum nigrum?"

Jing Tian's eyes froze, he stepped forward a few steps, and asked, "What do you know about nightshade?"

"The answer is the helmet."

The saint pointed at Xu Maoshan.

"Helmet? Here I am!"

Xu Maoshan quickly opened the bag and took out the silver-white helmet.

"As long as you wear it, you can know everything."

Saintess nodded to Sedum.

"But the old man Qingwei said..."

"Daoist Qingwei said, you can't take this casually, otherwise your life will be lost, right?"

The holy aunt was the first to speak out the exhortations of Taoist Qingwei.

"Yeah, he said when would the helmet be..."

"Now is the right time!"

The saint interrupted Sedum again, "This matter is not only about nightshade, but also about you."

Sedum frowned.

"Brother Jing, put it on."

Xu Changqing nodded to Sedum, "I believe in Senior Aunt Sheng."

Sedum was silent for a moment, then sat down slowly, and put on the helmet.

"Oh, right."

Shengnu added, "As long as you hold hands, what Sedum can see, you can see too."

Several people looked at each other, nodded, and connected hand in hand.

"I'm ready, come on."

Jing Tian said something in a deep voice.

The holy lady did not dawdle, she practiced for a while, and pointed towards the helmet with a finger in the air.

A purple ray of light came out and hit the forehead of the helmet.

Everyone followed Sedum and slowly closed their eyes.

Open your eyes again, and everyone has appeared above a cloud.

Below is a country where the flames of war spread.

Jiang country.

The name of this country came up in the hearts of several people at the same time.

At this time, a meteorite burning with flames quickly passed by in front of them and fell fiercely to the ground.

bang...

The earth trembled and there was a loud bang.

Emperor Jiang Guo was climbing a height to look out and witnessed the whole scene.

"Come on! Go down and see! Is there any harm to the people!"

The emperor ordered.

Not long after, the young general returned to his command, held up a helmet, and said: "Your Majesty, no one was injured, there is only one helmet in the pit."

"helmet?"

The emperor took the helmet, a little puzzled.

It just so happened that an eunuch came to report at this time: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the prince is born, the prince is born!"

"Great, great! Go back to the palace!"

The emperor laughed and went back to the palace with his helmet on.

This year, Prince Jiang made a sound, and was named Longyang because the first cry appeared at the same time as the first ray of sunrise.

And that helmet was also regarded by the emperor as an auspicious gift from heaven, and it was given to the prince Longyang.

"Sedum, that's the Jiang country's prince, Long Yang."

At this time, the voice of the holy aunt appeared, lingering in everyone's ears: "And Solanum nigrum is the last princess of the Jiang Kingdom..."

When Long Yang was born, Jiang Guo was full of wars, but the emperor tried his best to protect the country, so that Long Yang and Solanum nigrum had a happy childhood.

The two played together, grew up together, and lived a carefree life.

"It turns out that all of this is true. Solanum nigrum is really the princess of Jiang Guo thousands of years ago."

Tang Xuejian murmured.

"No wonder, Solanum nigrum has always called the boss brother."

Xu Maoshan sighed and wondered: "But, can a person really live for 1000 years?"

"Yes, they are the legendary undead."

Xu Changqing nodded, and said: "The reason why they can survive until now is because of their tenacious will, so they cannot be exposed to the sun."

Sedum remained expressionless, but her heart began to ache gradually.

"1000 years ago, nightshade could not be put down, so it has survived to this day." Xu Changqing sighed, "But brother Jing is different. He has experienced life and death many times, and the past has long been forgotten."

Sedum stared blankly at the country under her feet, without saying a word.

Chapter 133 How the Demon Sword Was Forged

Brothers and sisters Long Yang and Solanum nigrum could not live so happily all the time.

Gradually, there was less and less laughter and more and more silence.

"Solanum nigrum."

The two sat on the long steps of the palace, and Long Yang said in a daze: "If we were a pair of brothers and sisters born in ordinary people's homes, with our parents every day, working from sunrise to sunset, how wonderful it would be ah."

"How happy we would be if we lived in peaceful times."

"Father has always told me that if you want to stay away from the battlefield, you must face it bravely."

"So I have always dreamed that one day, I can fight side by side with my father and return victorious, so that all the people in Tianxi can live a happy and peaceful life."

"But I slowly discovered that the war is endless."

"Because there is no end to human desires!"

"Even if I try my best and even pay a heavy price, I can only get back temporary peace."

Looking at Long Yang's expressionless face, Solanum nigrum blamed himself very much: "The country is in troubled times, so it's really useless for Solanum nigrum to share the worries of the emperor."

"Sister, this has nothing to do with you, as long as you are happy, in this sky, Brother Huang will support you."

Long Yang rubbed Solanum nigrum's head and smiled dotingly.

This year, Queen Jiang became seriously ill.

It turned out that as early as two years ago, Yang Guo aggressively attacked Jiang Guo, and the queen returned to embroidery, hoping to exchange a map of the country and the country in exchange for Qi Guo to send troops to help.

After two years, the map of Jiangshan Sheji hadn't been completed yet, the queen became sick from overwork and couldn't afford it.

In the Queen's bedroom, the Longyang brothers and sisters were kneeling in front of the couch.

"Get me up...I'm going to finish the embroidery..."

There was no trace of blood on the queen's pretty face, and her whole body was like a candle in the wind, which might be extinguished at any time.

"Queen, take a good rest. It's not too late to do it when you feel better in a few days."

Long Yang looked at his mother gently, trying not to show grief.

"No... I know, I haven't... not many days left, I... can't get better..." The queen's breath became weaker and weaker.

"Mother..."

Long Yang's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he said with difficulty: "If you want to go, go with peace of mind... I will take good care of my father and Solanum nigrum."

The Solanum nigrum next to it was already sobbing.

"I won't go..." The queen shook her head with all her might, "I won't go..."

"Mother!!"

Long Yang's eyes were red, and he said in a deep voice, "Just take it as me begging you! It's our man's responsibility to protect our family, isn't it?"

"No... Cough cough... Your father is working too hard... Cough cough."

The queen coughed and said, "The only thing I can do for him is to finish the embroidery and send troops from the state of Qi...cough cough cough cough, you guys...you let me get up..."

"Empress...Empress, wait!"

Long Yang, who was in grief, suddenly changed his words, "I heard the sound of triumph! The emperor returned triumphantly, and there is no need to borrow soldiers like Qi, and you don't need to do embroidery!"

"Triumph...really?"

The queen's pale face suddenly flushed, she excitedly grabbed Long Yang's hand, and asked: "Your father, has he really returned in triumph?"

"Really, I heard it."

Long Yang nodded resolutely, and comforted him: "Mother, my son will go and have a look right away to welcome Father back! You should rest well and wait for my news!"

After finishing speaking, Long Yang stood up abruptly and walked out resolutely.

Jiang Guo really won?The emperor really triumphed?

not at all.

The so-called sound of triumph was also fabricated by Long Yang.

But now, for the mother's peace of mind, Long Yang wants to remind Kaixuan Zhiyin.

At the head of the palace, there are two long rows of wooden frames, and the ropes on the frames are full of all kinds of bells, large and small.

Jiang Guo's so-called sound of triumph is that after the triumphant return of the army, the commander dances the flag on the head of the palace, which drives the bells to clang.

On this day, Long Yang waved the Jiang Guo banner at the head of the palace.