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The snow falling over the city of God is getting bigger and bigger, so that the eyes of the people outside are covered by a piece of white snow. On the outside of the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, a very tall figure stands under the snow, but But standing straight, faintly with a strong and sharp aura, faintly.

　　 In the surrounding imperial city guards, this figure is like a sword.

The young girl from Gwangju Wanjian Pavilion has stood steadily in the snow for half an hour. Her entire hair and body are almost covered with snow, but Jiansheng is still very patient, like a sword, standing steadily. In situ.

Then Liang Po holding an umbrella, walked out of the colorful flowers in the imperial garden, came to Jiansheng, bowed his head, slightly stretched out his hand to raise the umbrella, and enveloped the girl under the umbrella, isolating the falling snowflakes. Then gently spoke:

　　 "Miss Jiansheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, but are you okay?"

Jian Sheng's body is not tall, compared with the extremely burly Liang Po, it can only reach the waist of the latter, so the girl raised her head, staring at Liang Po's big bald head in front of him, and then smiled a little and responded. :

　　 "Master Liang, don't come here unharmed. It's true that I hurried back to the sect half a year ago. What makes me most embarrassed in this capital city is the delicacies made by Master Liang."

　　 "That is indeed Liang's honor."

Liang Po, who loves cooking, heard the praise of the girl and rarely showed a happy mood. The Jiansheng in front of him, because he was born with a sword heart, could clearly sense the happy emotions of Liang Po on the opposite side, so he also revealed Smiled.

　　 In any case, reuniting after a long absence is always joyful.

When Zhao Yu first came to the capital city, both Jiansheng and Liang Po were accompanied by him. It was only half a year later. For Jiansheng, everything has changed drastically. This time she came to the White Emperor Palace. The heart is extremely complicated.

　　 Then there was a little confusion in her eyes, and she continued to speak softly:

"Master Liang, Master once told me that when I wait for sword repair, I must remain pure, have a cocoon in my hand, and have a sword in my heart. But standing here, under the heavy snow, I am very confused. My sword is no longer Pure, you are the purest person you have ever seen except the master, so can you help me out?"

It is true that Murong He, the lord of Wanjian Pavilion, is not only the strongest sword repairer in the world, but also a good master. He let the talented young girl fish for more than ten years of swords on the sword funeral lake. Early on to the red dust is to keep the young girl Jianxin pure.

　　 But Murong and himself also knew very well that in life, Hong Chen was a companion, it was impossible not to enter the world, so he chose to let Jiansheng follow Zhao Yu into the world.

Behind Zhao Yu, there is the most undulating and tumbling red dust in the world. Shenjing City is the most prosperous and majestic city in Daxia. Muronghe's idea is very clear. Since he is destined to experience, why not come up and be the most Strong, fiercest?

In fact, for thousands of people in the world, there is no right or wrong for Billowing Hongchen, and its real torture is the dilemma. The girl at this time is the same, so she is very confused, and the whole Jianxin is gradually In the dust, even Liang Po, who is not good at speaking at peace, asks for advice.

　　 Under the heavy snow, the girl came into her ears with a questioning question. Liang Po first showed a little surprise, then fell into thinking, and continued to speak:

　　 "Actually, I don't understand so-called purity, because for me, what I love and what I do is very simple."

After 　　 Liangpo’s voice full of magnetism fell, he raised the big umbrella in his hand again, and then the voice continued:

　　 "From small to large, all I need is one thing, and that is to protect your Majesty behind me, and the rest is as long as your Majesty says, I can do it, maybe this is what you say is pure."

　　Liangpo's voice fell, and Jian Sheng's face was surprised for a moment, then he raised his hand to salute, and said respectfully:

　　 "Master Liang has a heart of innocence and is truly pure. It is no wonder that his cultivation speed is the highest in the world, and he is called invincible of the same level."

　　 "Actually, you may better ask your Majesty about this question."

　　Liang Po also replied, and continued to speak softly:

　　 "The entire Daxia, as the Lord of Daxia, is the person who really faces the most so-called red dust. The livelihoods of all Daxia people are weighed on his shoulders, but his Majesty has never been lost."

　　 "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

　　 Jiansheng murmured a few times, a very young figure appeared in his mind, and then Jiansheng recovered, and once again bowed to Liang Po to give a solemn salute, and said:

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Liang, for your advice, but this time I came to see your Majesty because of something else."

　　 "I know what you said, and your majesty understands, so your majesty asked me to bring you a sentence."

　　Liangpo nodded, stretched out his left hand, patted Jiansheng's shoulder lightly, and the deep voice continued:

"Your Majesty said that the entire 36 prefectures, regardless of sect monks or ordinary citizens, are the citizens of Daxia. As long as they abide by Daxia Laws, they are protected by the dynasty and have nothing to do with their status and cultivation. Even the so-called saint.

　　 "Do you understand?"

　　 Liang broke the words, the sword nodded, and then knelt directly in the snow, knocked his head in the direction of the Imperial Garden, and said:

　　 "Wanjian Pavilion disciple Jiansheng, on behalf of the lord Muronghe and all the Jiange disciples, thank your Majesty Longen!"

This sound of thanks came from the young girl Jiansheng, as if passing through the entire huge imperial garden, passing through the rare and precious trees and flowers on the vast land of China, and directly under the Xuantian Wood, lingering alone. Sitting by Zhao Yu's ears.

　　 Then the young emperor put down the dossier in his hand, looked at the void ahead, and spoke softly:

　　 "Under the heavens and the earth, there are hundreds of thousands of creatures. I protect the vast land of China. Under the Great Xia Law, I treat even the ancient giants equally. The next natural saint who belongs to the human race!"

　　 The words of the young emperor carried a strong and incomparable self-confidence. He was the lord of the entire Great Summer, and he naturally had the mind and vision of being open to all rivers.

　　 This is the tolerance and confidence of a great emperor!

　　 "I will do what I think is right, but in many cases, the key depends on how you choose."

　　The faint emperor's voice once again hovered under the Xuantianmu, and then Liang Po's figure walked in from outside, came to Zhao Yu's side, and said softly:

　　 "Your Majesty, I have brought your words to Miss Jiansheng, and she has also returned."

　　 "Well, let Sima Annan withdraw his troops from Wanjian Pavilion, and Si Tianjian can continue to pay attention to his movements."

　　 Zhao Yu nodded, picked up the bitter tea on the table again, took a sip, and his expression was calm.

　　Perhaps, this is what Jiansheng has been pursuing, keep it pure?