Jinghu chose a small planet to live in seclusion, which is not impressive and has a small population, similar to the countryside.


    Yang Xuan sent him there, settled down and left.


    However, as soon as he left Jinghu and chose to live in seclusion, before he left the planet, he saw a person he would never have thought of.


    Zhang Zhongyang.


    Zhang Zhongyang still looked like that pair of green linen shoes. Looking at Yang Xuan, he smiled and said, "I didn''t expect us to meet again so soon."


    Yang Xuan looked behind him. There was no one. He came alone.


    "How did you find me?" Yang Xuan was very strange.


    "In fact, Jinghu has been under my surveillance. I can find him at any time." Zhang Zhongyang raised a palm sized display in his hand and added: "it has nothing to do with cultivation, it''s technology."


    Yang Xuan didn''t expect this. He had no choice but to say, "so, he has been caught again at this time?"


    Zhang Zhongyang shook his head and said, "no, what I arranged was that in the starry sky, the flying ship had an accident, and Jinghu took the opportunity to escape, but I didn''t expect to lead you out."


    Zhang Zhongyang sighed slightly: "but it''s better, but it''s more reasonable."


    Yang Xuan''s eyes showed doubt and asked, "what do you say?"


    Zhang Zhongyang explained, "Jinghu has always been the eyes of the heiyun people. I just pulled him out."


    Black cloud eyes?


    Yang Xuan was stunned. Is Jinghu a spy?


    Zhang Zhongyang then said, "but we can''t afford to offend the black cloud people. We can''t kill them if we pull them out. We can only let them go. So, your appearance is just right."


    Yang Xuan obviously still couldn''t accept the new design of Jinghu, and his mind immediately spread in the past.


    Sure enough, Jinghu Lake was already a ghost.


    Yang Xuan did not give up expanding the scope again, and finally found Jinghu, which was leaving by flying ship.


    Zhang Zhongyang seemed to know what Yang Xuan was doing and stopped: "don''t do it, he''s still useful."


    Yang Xuan took back his mind and shook his head. He was suddenly upset.


    The game between these big guys made him feel very uncomfortable. What he liked was the feeling of going straight.


    Zhang Zhongyang observed Yang Xuan''s look and suddenly said, "I''ve been looking for you for a long time."


    Yang Xuan asked casually, "what do you want me to do?"


    Zhang Zhongyang sighed: "someone wants to see you."


    "Not interested." Yang Xuan shook his head.


    Zhang Zhongyang''s expression on his face remained unchanged, but said softly, "I think it''s still necessary for you to see him. Maybe it can solve a lot of your doubts."


    Yang Xuan was noncommittal: "what do you say?"


    "Is it enough that you become emperor by cultivating truth and he becomes emperor by cultivating truth?" Zhang Zhongyang was shocked.


    Yang Xuan''s pupils narrowed sharply, his eyes fell on Zhang Zhongyang''s face like a sword, and said in a deep voice, "do you know my identity?"


    "Well, I''ve always known all your past, Emperor Yang Xuan." Zhang Zhongyang didn''t mean to deny it.


    Yang Xuan squinted at him for a long time.


    Last time he had a strange feeling that Zhang Zhongyang seemed to know his origin. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhongyang really knew it.


    The meaning behind this is chilling.


    But then, he was acutely aware of the focus of Zhang Zhongyang''s words - another man who became emperor by cultivating truth.


    Yang Xuan had a huge shock in his heart.


    As far as he knows, in the history of the Terran, except him, the only one who really became emperor is the great emperor on New Year''s Eve tens of thousands of years ago.


    But how is that possible? Isn''t new year''s Eve dead? "


    "Are you lying to me?"


    Yang Xuan stared at Zhang Zhongyang, word by word.


    "You have become emperor. I''m just the emperor. If you cheat you, you''ll kill me. It''s just a finger." Zhang Zhongyang didn''t flinch and looked at Yang xuandao.


    Zhang Zhongyang''s cultivation is the late emperor, which Yang Xuan has long known.


    "Where is he?" Yang Xuan asked in a deep voice after a long silence.


    If it was the great emperor on New Year''s Eve, he might be able to solve his physical problems.


    "Imperial court!" Zhang Zhongyang said.


    After stopping, he said again, "however, before entering the imperial court, you must hide your imperial interest."


    This is easy and not difficult to understand. After all, the strange Lord of the imperial court is still sitting there.


    Without any hesitation, Yang Xuan began to surge back into the golden heart.


    A moment later, his breath fell to the sky.


    Subsequently, he and Zhang Zhongyang returned to huangtingxing together.


    Because of Zhang Zhongyang, Yang Xuan did not receive any inquiry when he entered the imperial court with him.


    Zhang Zhongyang also seemed unwilling to disturb others. He quietly took Yang Xuan into a prison deeply buried underground.


    There, Yang Xuan saw a man.


    The man sat on the ground with his back to them. His gray hair hung disorderly, but there was no dirt. He looked very clean.


    His back is a little thin and lonely.


    Zhang Zhongyang walked over and knocked on the railing of the prison and said, "he''s coming."


    A moment later, the man in the prison made a hoarse voice: "you go out."


    "Hmm!" without hesitation, Zhang Zhongyang turned around and gave Yang Xuan a meaningless look, then left.


    After a while, Yang Xuan didn''t see the man turn around, so he arched his hands and said, "elder, but the emperor on New Year''s Eve?"


    "Ha ha, new year''s Eve?" the man laughed in a hoarse voice. The harsh voice bumped back and forth on the wall, and the dust fell down.


    "New Year''s Eve has long died. Sitting here is just a corpse that can''t die if you want to."


    With this chilling voice, he stood up slowly and turned around.


    On a pale and bloodless face, there is a pair of clear eyes, like a clear spring, refreshing.


    Listening to his tone of voice, Yang Xuan took a breath in his heart.


    Yang Xuan finally affirmed that the man in front of him was really the great emperor on New Year''s Eve ten thousand years ago.


    How is this possible?


    Yang Xuan''s heart shook inexplicably.


    Looking at Yang Xuan on New Year''s Eve, there seemed to be a flash of magic between his eyes. After a long time, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded and said, "Zhang Zhongyang, that old beast, finally didn''t deceive me. You really took a path of truth."


    Yang Xuan was puzzled and asked, "are you really the new year''s Eve emperor ten thousand years ago? As far as I know, the new year''s Eve emperor has not..."


    "Hum, the new year''s Eve emperor is naturally dead and can''t die anymore. What''s being held here is just a waste called Chen Yuanxi." the new year''s Eve emperor sneered.


    Yang Xuan knew that the real name of the great emperor on New Year''s Eve was Chen Yuanxi.


    "I''ll see the emperor on New Year''s Eve," Yang Xuan bowed to the ground.


    In any case, in the face of the cruel characters who crossed the starry sky ten thousand years ago, he had only admiration in his heart.


    Stir the starry sky with the power of one person. Even if such characters die, they can be frightening.


    "Come here and let me have a look," he said on New Year''s Eve.


    Yang Xuan hesitated, but he still walked over.


    On New Year''s Eve, he stretched out his thin arm from the middle of the railing and pinched Yang Xuan''s pulse gate.


    Yang Xuan wanted to avoid, but he thought about it and didn''t move.


    The next moment, he felt a very pure aura flowing into his body.