After Di Renjie and the others retreated, Dong Chen kept finding other excuses to squat in the grass all night, and in the middle of the night, Dong Chen couldn't help but fall asleep slowly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the early morning of the next day, the warm sunlight sprinkled on Dong Chen's face, and Dong Chen woke up from his dream.

Raising his head and looking at the eastern sky, the two suns that slowly rose on the left and the right broke free from the embrace of the earth, slowly burrowed into the clouds, and reflected the clouds red, Dong Chen showed a bright smile on his face: "I didn't expect the two suns to be so beautiful at sunrise." ”

"Oops!"

Dong Chen suddenly remembered, why did he still want to break into the palace? They got up from the ground in a hurry, but they couldn't take a step in the face of the majestic Suzaku Gate, and couldn't help but slap their trembling legs one after another: "You two uncompetitive guys, aren't you just dead?" Afraid of what? Since ancient times, who has not died, leaving Danqing to shine on sweat! ”

"Buzz"

When Dong Chen recited two lines of poetry written by the patriotic poet Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty, he suddenly seemed to hear the humming sound of a sword.

"Where's the sound of flies?"

Dong Chen touched his head and looked around puzzled: "There are no flies in this weather!" ”

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a cyan sword inserted in the grass not far in front of him jump out of the ground, turned into a meteor, and rushed towards Dong Chen with a whooshing wind sound.

"Help!"

Dong Chen ran away, but the sword seemed to have eyes, no matter whether Dong Chen was turning east and west, the sword always followed behind Dong Chen.

The sword light was like a meteor, and Dong Chen ran like a flying rabbit.

When the person's physical strength was used up, he didn't run for long, Dong Chen's physical strength was used up, and he couldn't run anymore, and the Qinghong sword shield also automatically protected Dong Chen's body at this time, Dong Chen supported his legs with both hands, gasped heavily, and turned his head to peek at the meteor-like blue light.

"I can't run, I can't run!"

The meteor-like sword came in a blink of an eye, and with a loud sound, it easily cut through the Qinghong sword and shield, Dong Chen felt a chill on his side, screamed, closed his eyes and waited for death.

During the time when he closed his eyes and waited for death, Dong Chen first thought of Li Bai, and then thought of Dong Zhuo and Diao Chan, I haven't broken into the palace yet? Haven't taken revenge on Dong Zhuo yet? Diao Chan's sister is still following Lu Bu, how can I die? There was a pang of grief in my heart.

But after a long time, there was no movement outside, Dong Chen slowly opened his eyes, first touched his head with both hands, and said happily.

"The head is still there!"

Then Dong Chen looked around, and the sword was suspended in the air in front of Dong Chen, turning into a series of sword shadows, constantly flying.

"This sword is like life, it's very psychic!"

Dong Chen looked at it interestingly, he didn't think that he had taken a few more glances at this cyan long sword, and the more he looked at it, the more he found that this sword was very familiar, and suddenly, he suddenly remembered and exclaimed: "Isn't this Brother Li's Qinglian sword?" ”

The Qinglian sword drew a sword light, and then flew towards Dong Chen, putting his sword hilt on Dong Chen's hand, Dong Chen held it with his hand, and said happily: "You are so spiritual." ”

As soon as his hand touched the Qinglian Sword, Dong Chen felt a burst of extremely powerful energy coming out of the Qinglian Sword, this powerful force shook Dong Chen's hand uncontrollably, and the long sword almost couldn't hold it, letting it fly out on its own.

After a long time, the Qinglian Sword stopped shaking, and Dong Chen had the opportunity to take a good look at this Qinglian Sword, and the sword body could talk about it and see nine inscriptions written on it: "Nine inscriptions!" Ninth-level divine soldier! ”

Dong Chen was surprised and delighted, happy that he now held the Qinglian Sword and had a weapon of a ninth-level divine soldier, and was surprised that the Qinglian Sword was here, where did Li Bai go?

"Hey, do you know where your master went?"

"Forget it, you don't know how to speak."

Dong Chen asked Qinglian Sword this question, he also felt idiotic, can a sword still speak? He casually inserted the Qinglian Sword back into his waist, looked at the Vermilion Bird Gate, and said, "I'm hungry, go back to eat first and then come to the palace!" ”

Dong Chen had two long swords in his waist, one Qinghong, one Qinglian, and a Heavenly Destiny Seal in his arms, and swaggered down the street and returned to the Xianju Inn, but he didn't expect that the ubiquitous spies hidden in Chang'an City had already targeted him, no, to be precise, the Qinglian Sword on Dong Chen's waist.

When I returned to the Xianju Inn, it was already morning, it was time for breakfast, there were many people in the Xianju Inn enjoying breakfast, the little sister on the counter had changed, it was a tall, very white skin, and a girl who looked cold, it seemed that the little sister at the counter before was on the night shift, and she was not there during the day.

Dong Chen stepped forward, propped his hands on the counter, and said to the girl at the counter with a smile: "Little sister......"

As soon as he said "little sister", he was interrupted by the girl.

"Who's your little sister? Don't be foolish, the most annoying thing is people like you. ”

Dong Chen was taken aback, but the cheeky man didn't leave, but sneered: "You are so fierce, you will scare the guests away." ”

The cold girl said very coldly: "The inn is not opened by you, scare away the guests, it's your business!" ”

Yo, it's quite individual, Dong Chen has not encountered this horizontal counter in his previous life and this life, and he was a little interested for a while, and was about to tease a few more words, but a crying girl came out of the inn.

Dong Chen went to see it, it was none other than the maid he brought to Chang'an from Luodu to pick flowers, she held a few bags of gold coins that Dong Chen asked the sweet counter girl to hand over to her, and cried as she walked, looking quite sad.

"Forget it, I don't care about you."

Dong Chen secretly walked behind the defloration and patted the defloration on the shoulder with his hand.

Picking flowers and turning around, he suddenly saw Dong Chen, he was startled, and then immediately threw himself into Dong Chen's arms, slapped Dong Chen's chest with both hands, and said angrily and annoyedly: "I knew that Hou Ye would not leave me, and I knew that little girl was lying to me." ”

The cry of picking flowers attracted the guests who dined in this hall, and the picking of flowers was also quite beautiful, although it could not be compared with the stunning beauty of Diao Chan, but it could also be regarded as a beauty, and those male guests were quite jealous and jealous when they saw it, and some guests recognized Dong Chen as the young man who fought with Li Bai last night.

There was a guest who recognized Dong Chen proudly showed the people next to him how amazing Dong Chen's poems were, and he fought with Sword Immortal Li Bai here yesterday, how powerful it was, so that a generation of Sword Immortal Li Bai couldn't help but admit defeat.

This guest was blown into the sky, and his expression was full of color, not only praised Dong Chen for defeating Li Bai, but also the proud look on his face was as if the person who fought the poem last night was himself.

The unreasonable person next to him couldn't help but secretly envy this guest when he heard it, and asked him what kind of poems Dong Chen and Li Bai made last night.