"Master can walk by himself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Cheng Yanjin put his hand on the hand that the swordsman was about to come over and pat it lightly.

"Then, Master Cheng, be careful!" Xiao Yaosheng was very careful, watching Cheng Yanjin's unsteady steps, as if he had stepped on cotton, soft, and couldn't help reminding.

Everyone scattered one after another, and only the swordsman stayed in place.

The master is the founding father of the Tang Dynasty, and he is also a general who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Just ask, how many generals and soldiers don't drink well and pour them after a few drinks?

I remember that when I first came to the house, because I didn't know anyone, I was a newcomer, and I often took advantage of the night to sneak out and stroll.

At that time, in Cheng Yanjin's mansion, the watchman had just knocked on the first sound, and the lights in the whole house would inevitably be turned off.

Ask the housekeeper, this is General Cheng's habit of marching and fighting for many years, and he doesn't dare to go to bed late because he has to recuperate his spirit the next day. Sleep is also particular, the pillows on the couch are cylindrical porcelain pillows, in case you sleep too hard, and are attacked by the enemy in the middle of the night.

Only Cheng Yanjin's residence is lit up all night. He secretly looked through the window paper, and the wine jar and bowl were shattered to the ground, and the whole person was like a muddy pool, falling to the ground, pouring sip after sip of wine.

From then on, the swordsman was convinced that this man must be a good master and a good "father" worthy of his trust. No one will cry all night for their parents, so much so that for a period of time, Cheng Yanjin's face was full of tears every day.

Master was drunk at that time, and his mind was unusually sober. Why is it the other way around today?

The swordsman pulled the corner of his clothes, pretending!

"How is that possible?" said the swordsman unconsciously.

Everyone else scattered, only the bone elf blinked with a pair of big eyes: "How is it possible?"

"Huh?" The swordsman was taken aback by this sentence and tried his best to hide it: "I'll say it casually, hehe, say it casually." "When I look at it, I know what I'm hiding, it's too unnatural.

But the swordsman also knew that since the master was pretending to be drunk, he definitely didn't want so many people to know.

I can only bite the bullet and don't talk about killing me. Besides, how could the bones beat him!

"Well, you ran around with us today, go back and rest first!" the swordsman tried to coax the bone elf back into the house. Then let's see what's wrong with Master's side.

"Hey!" he sighed in his heart, this one or two is not worrying every day.

"It's mysterious, there's definitely something wrong with it. The bone elf glanced at the swordsman, but he also knew that if he didn't say anything, he would definitely not be able to ask.

The swordsman bypassed the cloister and knocked on the door in front of Cheng Yanjin's house: "Master! ”

"Master?" "Strange, isn't it pretending! Why hasn't there been any movement for a long time!"

The swordsman knocked on the door several times in a row, but there was still no answer. Helplessly, the swordsman took a few steps back, kicked sideways, and kicked the door panel.

"Squeak!" The quality of the door was unusually good, and even after a few critical blows, it didn't rot, but only obediently opened a small crack.

A small slit is sufficient, though.

rushed into the house and saw Cheng Yanjin sitting alone on the edge of the bed, silently looking at the moon outside the window in a daze, and did not speak.

The swordsman chuckled: "Master, now I will also admire the moon, so when will I compose a poem?"

Cheng Yanjin realized that someone had come in, and scolded angrily: "You stinky boy, you will damage me, the house is cross!"

The swordsman frowned, and the master was really pretending to be drunk. So, he looked down and asked, "Master, have you made any new discoveries?"

Cheng Yanjin cast an approving look: "Well, it is worthy of being my disciple of Cheng Yanjin, and I can even understand the hint I gave you." ”

The swordsman was speechless, this master was obviously praising himself, and he always had to bring him with him every time.

Cheng Yanjin looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window and sighed lightly: "Yesterday, there were countless deaths and injuries in Chang'an City, and you all said that it was the nine-headed spirit. ”

The swordsman knew that Bacheng had anything to do with this incident, but he didn't understand that what the nine-headed spirit did was already a certainty, and what else was there to say.

"I don't think it's exactly!" Cheng Yanjin actually had other thoughts: "The Imperial City has also suffered, could this also be done by the nine-headed spirit?"

The imperial city has a dragon vein to suppress it, and the dragon qi protects the body, and ordinary demons and monsters can't enter at all. This is also the reason why Chang'an City is relatively safe, it is more or less contaminated with some dragon energy, which can naturally make some little monsters unable to invade.

"Even if it's a nine-headed spirit, its cultivation can't enter the palace!" The swordsman finally discovered the problem and unconsciously clenched his fists. If this thorn is not removed, it will be difficult for Chang'an to be peaceful.

"Alright, swordsman, you can rest too. If this matter is not urgent, he will always show his feet. "I'm afraid that by the time he shows his feet, it will be too late.

The swordsman pushed the door out of the house, feeling the hairs on his body trembling, he was not afraid, but he thought that there were hidden dangers lurking in the dark, just like a man's back.

The tiles that had been uncovered were re-placed, and all the movements were done in one go, without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a figure tumbled down from the roof, and no one noticed, but the figure heard what Cheng Biting Jin and the apprentice said clearly.

This night was particularly long for Cheng Biting Jin's master and apprentice. The swordsman thought about all the possibilities, but he still couldn't imagine who would be so bold and could enter and leave the imperial city at will.

In the early morning of the second day, early in the morning, the fox beauty and the flying swallow girl said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone thought it was funny: "Just come and leave, when will we be able to gather the people of destiny!"

The cultivation of the Flying Swallow Girl and the Fox Beauty has entered the stage of ascension, and this time, they originally thought that something big had happened to Xiaoyaosheng and made an exception to go down the mountain. Now that he is unharmed, and seeing that the demon that disturbed Chang'an City has appeared, it is only a matter of time before he is arrested. Of course, there's no need to stay here any longer.

The Datang Government announced that the people and the thieves had confirmed that with the help of the Datang Government and the Huasheng Temple, everyone could travel as usual.

"Tang Dynasty Mansion", don't look at its name to bluff people, but in fact it is not an administrative agency, but in the final analysis, it was also created by the Tang Dynasty himself, led by Cheng Yanjin, and what he said was quite prestigious among the people.

After a few days, the streets were bustling again, and the hawkers were constantly shouting, and the children in the neighborhood gathered together in twos and threes, talking about the smooth talk that had been handed down from the streets. Life went on as if it had never been through this great tribulation.

The Tang Dynasty government knew that the nine-headed spirit had not been arrested, so it still did not dare to take it lightly and sent disciples to patrol day and night.

Only Cheng Yanjin looked sad all day long, and no one knew what he was worried about. Some people only say that it may be that people start to spare their lives when they are old, and they like to look forward and look backwards, and they no longer have the same high spirits as before.

Only Cheng Yanjin himself and the swordsman know that the nine-headed spirit is small, and the real threat is still buried deep underground.

And such an existence will be the real life-killing curse of the entire Chang'an, whether it is the royal family or the common people of Li.