Half of the remnant sun is under the small building, and the red curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook.

"Is the matter done?" Jiu Gongzi wore his hair loose, leaned back on a recliner, and shook it lightly a few times, looking even more lazy and thin.

The little guy nodded.

Jiu Gongzi sat up and took a glass of wine: "It's a pity that there is no way to see it with your own eyes." ”

took a sip of wine and said, "However, it's just an idle move, can you tell me if they can fight?"

The little guy lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

"It's boring. The ninth prince frowned: "Such a crude method, it would be strange if they couldn't see it." But it doesn't matter, since you're in the field, how can you do it without fighting. ”

The little guy nodded in agreement.

The ninth prince was even more unhappy, and waved his hand to signal him to go out.

The little guy walked out the door backwards.

I didn't see Jiu Gongzi looking at him, and his eyes revealed coldness: "It's really pretend." ”

Just went down.

Princess Zhaoyang had just returned to the palace and waved off all the eunuchs and maids.

Stay inside alone.

"You've got to go north. There was a hint of tiredness in Zhaoyang's voice.

However, there was no one in the palace at this time, and Zhaoyang seemed to be talking to himself.

"Good. In the shadow of the corner, a black-robed man suddenly appeared.

He nodded, then vanished in an instant. It was as if it had never appeared, leaving only a faint black mist, which quickly dissipated.

Zhaoyang rubbed his aching forehead. So much had happened in the past two days, and she had not slept for a long time.

Keep thinking and dealing with things.

"Sure enough, I still don't like those days. If it was him...... "This time he was really talking to himself."

Five Feet Lane.

Fang Ruo stopped his luck and opened his eyes.

At a glance, I saw An Ning holding her cheeks, blinking her eyes, and her little red face.

"Are you okay?" Fang Ruo said angrily.

An Ning smiled like a hamster: "It's all done, and the rice is in the pot." ”

Fang Ruo: "It seems that the amount has increased." ”

An Ning's face changed: "Enough is enough, no more practice can be finished." ”

A small face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

Fang Ruo smiled and shook his head: "Let's eat." ”

An Ning nodded obediently, and narrowed her eyes with a smile again.

The two of them ate and didn't go to the table. Fang Ruo was in a wheelchair, and An Ning was sitting on the threshold next to him, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

An Ning asked while eating, "Master, how long will it take you?"

Fang Ruo: "It's still early, just enter the cave." It's going to take a few days. ”

"Oh~" An Ning obviously didn't care.

"What's the matter, can't stay?" Fang Ruo looked at the little girl playfully.

An Ning seemed to be suddenly opened into the conversation: "It's so boring here, when can we go home." ”

"Why isn't it interesting? It's so much more prosperous here than at home. ”

An Ning said with a bitter face: "But I don't know anyone here, but they all know you." They came to you, and I couldn't help at all. ”

"You don't have to worry about these things, and you don't need to help. Fang Ruo thought for a while: "When you are fine, you can go to the street for a walk, and it is good to see the world." ”

"Don't!" An Ning rarely refused Fang Ruo.

"Why?" Fang Ruo asked.

"No why, just don't!" An Ning was a little angry and took the bowl and ran into the kitchen.

An Ning was washing the dishes and washing, and tears suddenly fell.

When the master took her in, he said that when she was eighteen years old, he would set her free, and now she will be eighteen in a few months.

The master has said that if she wants to go to the Nine Mirrors, it is impossible to change this matter.

The amount of time she spends with her master is decreasing little by little.

So she has to seize every minute and every second to stay with her master.

Thinking like this, An Ning wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand and continued to wash the dishes.

Fang Ruo stayed in the yard, a little confused, the older the girl, the harder it was to guess her mind.

On the official road, the three members of the Sword Sect were on their way.

"Senior sister, we have to go faster, I'm afraid it's too late to go on like this. Mo Bai smiled helplessly.

In the grass beside the road, the girl was directing her junior brother and catching a few butterflies.

"You move faster, senior brother is in a hurry. Hurry, hurry!" the girl glared at the boy.

The young man looked shy and responded vaguely.

Mo Bai reluctantly urged the flying sword.

Quickly skimming through the grass, grabbing one in one hand, and flying towards Jinling City.

The girl shouted, "Senior brother, stinky senior brother, let me down! I won't forgive you! I'm going to be angry!"

The shy boy pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The wind blew the trio's hair away.

Hmm~ the taste of youth.

The holy woman also walked towards Jinling City.

It was supposed to take two days, but it was completed in just a few minutes, leaving only black afterimages along the way.

Soon I saw the shadow of Jinling City.

The saint stopped and pondered for a moment.

did not enter the city, but walked towards the ruined temple not far from the side.

The saint frowned, she felt a very strange aura, it felt strong, but it seemed to be weak.

Walking to the ruined temple, the holy woman stood still and did not speak.

The people inside didn't pay any attention to her.

The scene is deadlocked, only the breeze blowing, and the sound is quiet.

After a while, the saint probably guessed who the person inside was.

He sighed leisurely and didn't go in. He turned and entered the city.

The monk is said to be strong.

A monk's knife is very fast, and a monk kills pigs very quickly, so why does a monk use a knife? How fast is his knife?

The saint didn't want to know about it for the time being, and if she could, she hoped she wouldn't have to know it all the time.

If it weren't for the Nine Mirrors and the Unsaints, why bother, she didn't like to fight in the first place.

She has always felt that she is not suitable to be the next mirror master of Jiujing, and Li Xiangyin is more suitable than her.

Li Xiangyin defected from Jiujing, also because the master did not let her inherit Jiujing.

In terms of qualifications, Li Xiangyin is the senior sister, and in terms of ability, it is not bad at all.

The master did not choose her.

Now Li Xiangyin has entered the Tao without help, which makes the saint feel that the master has chosen the wrong person.

And the saint herself relied on the indoctrination of several seniors and masters in the Nine Mirrors to be worthy of entering the Tao.

Thinking of the master, I don't know how she is, has she arrived in the Sword Sect?

The thoughts in the saint's mind were full of thoughts, and she entered Jinling.

Southwest Shudi, Sword Sect.

Back in the mountains, the middle-aged man didn't seem to have changed his posture, and he went down to the ground sharpening his sword.

Even the sound seems to be a rhythm, a moment, a moment.

Suddenly, the man frowned, but his movements did not stop, but he just spit out a word lightly: "Get out." ”

On the edge of Shudi, on a certain mountain, a beautiful woman with green silk and waist reached her waist stepped lightly on a leaf on the tip of a tree.

Jade lips opened slightly: "You should know my intention." ”

The man said impatiently: "Get away, dare to step in, just stay." ”

Woman: "You left me behind, but I'm afraid that the sword intent that has been stored for so many years will have to start all over again." ”

The man didn't raise his head: "I can't use a sword to kill you." ”

The woman was angry: "Yes, you don't need a sword, if you take out the sword early, Xiaozhu doesn't need to ...... either"

The man stopped abruptly, not moving, so greasy that locks of hair covered his eyes.

The woman suddenly became inexplicably frightened, she had not experienced such a quiet and oppressive feeling for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that even time had stood still.

The man lowered his head again and began to sharpen his sword: "You go." ”

The woman didn't say anything more this time, and turned away hesitantly.

She didn't dare to turn back, because she knew that she really couldn't leave if she stayed any longer.

Men have killed many people, and she is not the only one.

The man continued to sharpen his sword, once, again.

Cripple Fang has many enemies, waiting for him to come to the door.

And the Sword Sect can't, he can only sit here and sharpen his sword.

Because he didn't even have anyone left to kill.