How domineering the Yanyun Pavilion with one person... Chen Weiming was also fascinated by it.`

Old Cai also sighed: "It's a helpless thing, but this is the fact. Li Qinglian used his strong strength to tell everyone that he might find it difficult to uproot a powerful force, but he can definitely make any force fall from its peak to a low point."

"No one dared to gamble, nor did Yanyun Pavilion dare, so the Pavilion Master Evil Spirit Daojun chose to compromise and let the killer who went to kidnap the King of Tang back. As one of the killers on the mission at that time, I had a deep memory of the history of the Tang Kingdom. So I should be able to tell you something you want to ask."

"Is that true?" Chen Weiming smiled dryly.

At this moment, he was constantly moved. Leaving Yanyun Pavilion was his dream, which was impossible in many people's eyes, and even Chen Weiming himself was so worried. But now it seems that it is not impossible, because his predecessors have done it. What is different from him is only strength. If he can be strong to his level, he will naturally be able to leave Yanyun Pavilion, although it will be difficult.

After eased the spirit, Chen Weiming said to Lao Cai again: "Just talk about the King of Tang!"

Lao Cai nodded and said slowly: "The Tang King at that time was a very talented person. He was very talented in governing the country and practicing talent. Of course, this is just an ordinary person. Compared with Li Qinglian, he is a waste again."

"He had a pseudonym Li Xuan and had acquaintance with Li Qinglian in the world. He was both a man who liked wine and poetry, so he was in a similar mood. Needless to mention Li Qinglian's strength, he performed his mission very quickly and only took more than ten days to end. In the extra time, he would not return to the stronghold, but went to Tang State to drink with the Tang King to have fun."

"At that time, the King of Tang ruled the Tang Kingdom in an orderly manner, and the surrounding countries were in chaos. If no one intervened, he would soon occupy the surrounding areas, making the Tang Kingdom even stronger, so powerful that Yanyun Pavilion could not allow it."

"At the same time, because he felt the unusual relationship between Li Qinglian and the Tang King, Yanyun Pavilion sent him to assassinate the Tang King. As a result, you should know that he gave up his mission and was on the liquidation list. But in the end, he killed all the competitors and walked out of the West Sea Continent alone."

"Just... that's all?" Chen Weiming frowned. Some of these were what he already knew, and the new ones they knew didn't have much effect on him, making him unable to connect with poetry.

After thinking about it, he simply asked directly: "The famous flowers are so beautiful that the country is happy, and the long king looks at it with a smile. These are the first two sentences of the third style of the Tang Dynasty Qing Lotus Sword Song, and I can't understand it."

"If this is the case, I can give you some advice!" Lao Cai said: "The King of Tang at that time had a concubine who was extremely beautiful and graceful, and was known as the number one beauty in the West Sea continent. The country in the poem should refer to her."

"The national flower of the Tang Dynasty is peony, and it is known as the King of Flowers among all flowers. Especially the peony in the capital of the Tang Dynasty is very famous and is the best in the world. According to rumors, when the concubine was enjoying flowers, the peony in the garden was bowed because it could not compare to her beauty, so the concubine also had the reputation of being ashamed of flowers."

"The King of Tang is extremely fond of this concubine, and is almost obsessed. It can be said that although Li Qinglian is his best friend, in the heart of the King of Tang, his status should be inferior to that of the concubine."

Famous flower...the king...the country is so beautiful...Chen Weiming vaguely felt that he had figured out something, and then asked Lao Cai: "Senior, is there anything else?"

Lao Cai shrugged: "Some things are hard to say. If you haven't asked, I really can't remember what else can I say."

"Thank you!" Chen Weiming thanked and retreated.

After leaving the stronghold, he headed towards the capital of Tang. He ran all the way and arrived within five days.

Back in front of the big stone again, he found a hidden position, and Chen Weiming sat cross-legged. This time, he did not rush to urge the eye to break the delusion and truth, but sat there constantly recalling what Lao Cai said.

Perhaps what we are talking about is well known to everyone in the world of practice today, but it is a new manifestation for him. He needs to digest this information in his heart and slowly combine it to experience Li Qinglian's mentality, so that he can evolve his artistic conception at that time.

Famous flowers... peony, beautiful woman, gradually emerged in Chen Weiming's heart. In a sea of ​​peony flowers, a woman who is fascinating to the whole country dances, making the flowers shy.

Not far away, a man in luxurious clothes was holding a wine and smiling, while a man in green was also on the other side, lying on the ground with a drunken face, and poured him into his mouth with a wine pot.

King Tang, concubine, Li Qinglian, history seems to be like this, extremely harmonious.

"Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railings in the north."

How can the king relieve his melancholy? Just look at the peony flowers blooming on the railings in the north of the agarwood Pavilion. This is the literal explanation, but Chen Weiming feels something is wrong. Li Qinglian's poem seems to have some sorrow.

How come you feel sad? Be jealous?

"In the heart of the Tang King, Li Qinglian is not as important as this concubine!"

Thinking of Lao Cai’s words, Chen Weiming suddenly had this idea and then shook his head and rejected it. With Li Qinglian’s passion, he would definitely not have such thoughts. If not, what would his sorrow be?

After thinking about it, he began to take on himself as Li Qinglian, treating King Tang as his best friend, thinking about what to do.

This method is correct, but it is difficult for Chen Weiming to do it because he has no friends. How can he worry about his friends without friends?

After thinking about it, only then could change the method. Chen Weiming thought that Ming Dao was the King of Tang. Although the two were not good friends, if they had to choose someone they could trust among the killer apprentices, then there was only Ming Dao.

If Mingdao is a good friend, he is very talented and may create a new dynasty, or have the opportunity to follow him to leave the West Sea continent. But at this time, he was fascinated by a woman, a woman who could make him fascinated and even began to waste things that should have been good. So what should he do?

How should I... All possibilities flashed through my mind, and Chen Weiming suddenly felt that Li Qinglian's two lines of poetry were not ordinary sorrow, but worry. He was worried that the Tang King would waste the bright future he should have because of this woman.

As for the final outcome of the King of Tang and his concubine, Chen Weiming no longer cared about it. All he wanted was Li Qinglian's artistic conception.

He stood up, walked to the stone, and stepped on the first two footprints. Chen Weiming took a long breath and slowly activated the eye of breaking the delusion and retaining the truth.
Chapter completed!