I saw a young man with excellent temperament coming towards me. A little sweat appeared on his face. He was obviously running all the way from the foot of the mountain. Of course, sweat could be faked with the dew from the grass branches in the mountains, and running all the way up could also be carried by the guards.

The young master only had Xu Weixiong wearing a Confucian shirt in his eyes, running all the way to his second sister. After that, he nodded and bowed his head.

Xu Weixiong snorted coldly and said, "You still remember that you have my second sister. Before I came back from Beijing, I sent someone to send a letter to the mansion. If you don't believe me, you don't know if I'm going to come back in the past few days, so I must have forgotten to go out for fun and wine."

The young master spat on the ground, and then realized that he was cheated and wanted to kill people. He said angrily: "Xu Xiao must be too busy and forgot to show me the letter he sent back from his second sister. I will go to argue with him now. And Li Hanlin's grandson, he insisted that he was emotionally frustrated and asked me to drink with him, otherwise he would jump off the wall of Lingzhou. The second brother has not many friends, only a few, how could he bear to jump off the building and die? But in the end he went to Zijin Tower where he had decided to drink. Haha, he was hugging the women and smiling like a flower."

"Sister, I really don't blame me."

The only one in the Northern Liang Palace called King Daming of the Prince of Beiliang was Xu Fengnian. Xu Weixiong was too lazy to pay attention to his brother's nonsense, so he reached out and pinched his ear and turned his punch. The Prince of the Prince tilted his head and twisted his waist. However, after this twist, the Prince of the Prince noticed Ye Qi walking outside the Chao Pavilion.

"Huh? This person's style is no less than this prince... No, no less than that of my third brother, second sister, have you finally found a boyfriend?"

"Hiss, second sister, if you twist it again, your ears will come out."

...

Ignoring Xu Weixiong's remediation of his younger brother, Ye Qi walked past Tingchao Pavilion and entered the towering Tingchao Pavilion. It is no exaggeration to say that the things hidden in the pavilion are equivalent to most of the Liyang River and Lake gates. There is no one outside the pavilion, and there is no one on duty outside the pavilion, and even the purple-gold wood-carved pavilion door is still wide open.

Of course, how could no one be on duty in such a heavy place? Otherwise, why would the royal palace transport a few tourists every day?

However, they were all hidden in the dark. When Ye Qi walked into the pavilion, he felt that at least four qi that were half weaker than Lao Huang's energy surged on him. After the heavy corners of the Tingchao Pavilion, there were still countless guards holding powerful crossbows hidden. If someone really wanted to come to Tingchao Pavilion without invitation, he would be in trouble even if he was a good player in the state of Lao Huang.

On the first floor of the pavilion, there are countless doors and windows. The doors and windows are arranged in the Qimen Dun Jia Yang Dun. There is plenty of light. Even when the sun is rising, there is no trace of darkness in the pavilion.

The bookshelf on the floor are arranged neatly in thirty numbers. Each of them has fewer than a hundred books on it at first glance. Not all of them are martial arts, but there are countless scriptures of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

Ye Qi walked casually in front of a bookshelf and reached out to take out a book. He looked at it quickly like rubbing the paper and turning the pages. In a flash, the essence of a book was clear.

This is also related to his powerful perception after traveling through time. The essence of the book in the Tingchao Pavilion is only a little bit higher than that of the books. The books collected in the Tingchao Pavilion, like the pavilion itself, are higher than the other.

When reading the book, Ye Qi seemed to be serious. The speed of absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth in his body gradually increased as he read the collection, which also confirmed his previous thoughts.

Outside the pavilion, Xu Fengnian rubbed his ears and sat next to Xu Weixiong with a purple bamboo fishing rod, sitting in the pavilion with his second sister.

It is not that sometimes he really needs to be calm, so that His Royal Highness will not come to the lake to fish so bored. However, in this world, he always leads one by one, and one by one to one thing. He is the best in the Liang Palace in the world, but when he meets his second sister who has been a man since childhood, he can only succumb to the other party's "power".

"Second sister, what is that person's background? It doesn't seem simple."

After Xu Weixiong had twisted his third brother's ears before, the anger that was aroused by his third brother's incompetence had disappeared. Xu Xiao had never told her anything, but she was hiding the world in her heart. She also knew that the Liang Palace had no choice but to do so. She looked at her second brother with pity and said, "After the royal palace has confirmed many times, he is a master of swordsmanship."

"Master of Swordsmanship?" Xu Fengnian rubbed his right hand holding the fishing rod and asked, "What's so amazing? How about you, my second sister?"

Xu Weixiong glanced at the sword at his waist and said, "I've been much stronger. Nowadays, there are only three people."

Xu Fengnian was careful in fishing, but he muttered in his heart that he looked as elegant as this prince and had to praise his second sister, who was as proud as a little peacock on the way of swordsmanship. Wouldn't God give him everything he should have? I wonder if he can get the reward of this prince?

...

I went to read a book quietly, but I didn’t care how many times the sun and the moon had reincarnated. The year is approaching, and there is another winter snow in Beiliang, leaving the entire palace covered in silver.

Ye Qi has gone from the first floor to the eighth floor. The books in the eighth floor have been reduced, but the bookshelf is still thirty, but there are only a few secret books on each rack, which is probably not as many as one floor at a time.

Next to the window, there was a desk made of rosewood. Ye Qi sat at the table, looking at ten lines at a glance, and the page turning speed was still fast, but it was much slower than reading books on the first floor.

A half-old man in a slightly simple and elegant uniform walked downstairs and saw him reading seriously, without disturbing him. He sat opposite the desk and went to see the winter scenery of a lake outside the window.

When Ye Qi put down the book in his hand, the old man smiled and asked, "Is it still a habit to live in the royal palace for more than thirty days?"

Ye Qi looked up at the man, and after a few glances, he knew his identity. After reading books for more than thirty days, he had a thorough understanding of the realm of cultivation in this world. The person who came was only a second grade, and his murderous intent was vast but like the thunder of the nine heavens. He could enter and exit the Tingchao Pavilion at will. It was true that he was the King of Beiliang.

"It's a habit to read the books of a Pavilion at will."

The King of Beiliang smiled boldly, and his complexion changed from the temperament of a rich businessman just now. He was smiling with an old face, but he no longer hid the power of the horses who were raising the six countries in the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Mr. He uses a sword and his personality is roughly the same as that of me. He likes to put everything on the table. I need Mr. to do three things."

Ye Qi said as usual: "Let's talk about it, King Beiliang."

Xu Xiao was really as he said, saying directly: "The first thing is to go to Longhu Mountain to kill Zhao Huangchao, the old Taoist who was lucky to fish. The second thing is equivalent to the third thing, and I will use two swords for my son in the future."

While Xu Xiao was speaking, a system prompt sounded in Ye Qi's mind.

"The host triggers the task of killing Zhao Huangchao, and the task rewards the fortune value of this world by 15%.

"Yes, when will Zhao Huangchao die?"

The King of Beiliang laughed again and said, "When will you want to kill me, and when will you go?"

Ye Qi said, "Then wait until I finish reading the Secretariat of the Pavilion and then go and kill him."
Chapter completed!