The next day. The second day of May.

The east just showed white fish belly. Long Qingyun, Mo Zhixuan and Ouyang Fei rode their horses eastward. Around Chen hour, they arrived at the world-famous Donghan Political and Cultural Center, and Zhongdu Daxing Prefecture.

When you enter the city, the crowds are bustling, laughter is noisy, and there is a lively scene. The vast streets, buildings and prosperous scenery are all in sight.

However, the buildings in the north have flying eaves, high eaves and wide eaves, which look spectacular and full of the vigorous spirit of the north.

Donghan rose between the white mountains and black waters. The earliest capital was in Huining Prefecture, Shangjing, which was the place where Donghan's ancestors swore. Later, Donghan fought in all directions and his national strength increased greatly. He moved the capital to Yanjing, renamed Zhongdu, and the political and cultural center was formed, and the country's fortune continued.

In addition, Donghan has four accompanying capitals, Tokyo Liaoyang Prefecture, Xijing Datong Prefecture, Beijing Dading Prefecture, and Nanjing Kaifeng Prefecture, where the Ouyang Fei family is located. Donghan is a regime established by military affairs, so the strategic position of the accompanying capital is particularly important.

Shangjing, the place where the Wanyan royal family revived, is a symbolic capital. As the emperor who "ghostly grants the power of the king", the sacrificial activities to communicate with Shangtian are still held here. Every year, the emperor would linger in Shangjing for several days when he was hunting north.

"Sell candied haws, sour and sweet candied haws!" The candied haws were hawking on the street.

Mo Zhixuan said in a sweet voice: "Dragon Guard, I want to eat candied haws." Chu Chu's moving face was very lively. Daxing Mansion and Lin'an City were different from each other. The beauty of the world made Mo Zhixuan extremely excited.

Long Qingyun responded, "Okay!" Then, he turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to Ouyang Fei, and quickly ran to the candied haws haws haws.

In a moment, Long Qingyun bought five strings of candied haws and brought them to Mo Zhixuan with both hands. Mo Zhixuan smiled and said shyly:

"Where can anyone eat so much?" After saying that, I picked up a string of candied haws and started eating.

Long Qingyun smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

Then he turned to Ouyang Fei and said, "Take two." Ouyang Fei picked up two strings of candied haws and swallowed them voraciously.

Long Qingyun swallowed a candied haw into his mouth. He looked relaxed and enjoyed his heart, muttering to himself:?

"Everyone says that the ice hound is sour. It is covered with sweetness inside. It is said that the ice hound is sweet, but it is covered with sourness inside. It is delicious!"

Mo Zhixuan looked at Long Qingyun affectionately and smiled: "Hey, what kind of folk customs are you doing? It sounds pretty good."

Long Qingyun blurted out and said, "This is a little tune from my hometown. It sounds nice. As long as you like it, I will sing it to you every day in the future." As soon as he said that, he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate. But it was too late to recycle it.

At this time, Mo Zhixuan looked shy and felt as sweet as drinking honey. She thought to herself: "What's wrong with this guy? Isn't this public expression of love?"

The streets were bustling with people, with three people walking in the carriage, shouting, and shouting, and a scene of prosperous trade.

The sound of gongs sounded, and the open area in front surrounded the audience. A thin man in gray robe held a gong in his hand and beat it a few times, indicating that everyone's wonderfulness was about to begin.

Two young men in black next to him began a performance of "swallowing the knife and spitting fire". Another petite and lovely woman in green waved her sword in her hand. Her sword skills were sophisticated and smooth, and her unique. She made the exquisiteness and warm cheers burst out from the crowd.

The stall shelves on both sides of the street were filled with a wide range of gadgets, and Mo Zhixuan looked at it with a look of lingering.

Long Qingyun reminded: "Princess Qingcheng, let's register at Tianyong Sword Academy first, and then go shopping slowly after the business is completed, okay?"

Mo Zhixuan pouted and said with a naughty smile: "Okay, Dragon Guard." Suddenly, she smiled and said: "If it goes well, we will be brothers and sisters."

Suddenly, Mo Zhixuan seemed to have thought of something, and a look of worry appeared on her face. Long Qingyun glanced at Mo Zhixuan's disgusting expression and joked: "What's wrong, great beauty!"

It turned out that when Mo Zhixuan talked about "school brothers and sisters", she suddenly thought of Tuoba Xi, the junior sister of Long Qingyun Songyang Sword Mansion. When she thought of her natural beauty and lively and lively pretty face, Mo Zhixuan couldn't help feeling melancholy.

There is also the Mid-Autumn Festival appointment by the west lake of Lin'an City on August 15th, and there is only three months left. Thinking of this, Mo Zhixuan was worried and a hint of gloom appeared on her face.

People often enjoy this feeling very much when they are sweet, but the better they feel, the more they want to keep this feeling, so they will worry about losing this feeling.

During the period when Mo Zhixuan and Long Qingyun were together, they had already fallen in love with Long Qingyun and gradually fell in love with Long Qingyun. They were very worried that after the Mid-Autumn Festival appointment on August 15th, Long Qingyun would return to Tuoba Xi's arms.

But Tuoba Xi and Long Qingyun knew each other before, so they didn't have much to say. They just thought of this, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for themselves and secretly sad.

Ouyang Fei suddenly realized that Mo Zhixuan, who was still laughing and just now, suddenly became sentimental, so he teased the atmosphere and said, "You two flirted with each other, leaving me aside, making my heart feel cold and boring!"

When Mo Zhixuan heard Ouyang Fei’s humorous words of self-mockery, she suddenly burst into laughter, and her gloomy emotions were wiped out, and she comforted herself:

"I can only watch this kind of thing while walking, and I can't be anxious. I believe that with my beautiful appearance and gentle and virtuous personality, I will definitely capture Long Qingyun's heart."

The three of them walked and talked. Under the guidance of passers-by, they finally arrived at Zhongdu Tianyong Sword Academy.

At the east end of the city of Daxing Prefecture, Zhongdu, there is an open site with walls standing around it. From a distance, the walls are tall and lush, highlighting the long history of Tianyong Sword Academy.

The gate is tall and wide, with four pillars standing majestic and upright. The four large characters "Tianyong Sword Academy" on the plaque at the front of the door are written with strong pen and extraordinary momentum.

There are occasionally disciples who come in and out in groups of three or three at the door. May 4th is the day for Tianyong Sword Academy to enter. It seems that some disciples have already arrived at the Sword Academy in advance.

There was a notice posted on the wall next to the gate. With the noisy murmurs, several people were watching and stopped to watch.

One of the young Confucian scholars was dressed in white, about twenty years old, with a gentle and handsome appearance, and his ups and downs sounded:

"Special recruitment order: This college plans to recruit several foreign students. All outstanding people such as martial arts, articles, military tactics, and miscellaneous studies can register for the exam. This order is open to the countries of Nanyong, Beiqi, Xiqiang, Dali, and Tubo."

When the young Confucian scholar came to this point, he paused and continued: "The signature is: Tianyong Sword Academy, time: 87th year of Donghan."

The young Confucian scholar had just finished reciting the "Special Order", and the man in black next to him said aloud: "Brother Situ, you are so talented and knowledgeable that you are the best in Dali. This Tianyong Sword Academy may be the place where you prosper."

The man in black is fierce, Kong Wu is powerful, slightly older than a young Confucian scholar, about twenty-three or four years old, and has a pair of tiger eyes that are bright and energetic.

At first glance, he is a master of foreign kung fu.
Chapter completed!