Forget it, it doesn't matter if he is Luo Qingyun or not. She only wanted to know why he appeared in her dream now, and how to get rid of Long Xuanyuan with him.

"What are you thinking? Are you afraid that people outside are in a hurry? ”

"You tell me, how did you appear in my dreams and lead me to the Sword Shrine? Did you already know that I was the master of the Qingluan Sword? ”

"Girl, it was you who appeared in my dreams, not me in your dreams. I should have asked you this question! He paused, then added, "Could it be that we had the same dream?" ”

"It's not!" Mo Qianzi retorted, "It's clear that you woke me up and led me to that sea of flowers." And the giant cyan bird, which carried me along with you, and when you reached the sword shrine, you disappeared. I thought neither you nor Big Bird would show up again, but you suddenly appeared again! ”

He looked at her quietly, thinking about what she said, and then pulled his lips and smiled: "Are you sure I woke you up from your dream?" ”

Mo Qianzi nodded, then shook his head again, thought for a while and then nodded: "It's you!" You were also dressed in green clothes at the time, and although you were shrouded in a blue glow, you couldn't see your appearance clearly, but the voice was exactly the same! Later, you appeared in the sword shrine, and as soon as I heard your voice, I was sure that it was you! ”

Hearing her words, the man smiled: "Girl, you don't want to tell me that the sword spirit of Qingluan Sword looks the same as me!" ”

"Sword Spirit?!" She looked at him in amazement.

The man nodded: "Yes, it is naturally the sword spirit of Qingluan Sword that led you to the Sword Shrine." Because you are its owner, as soon as you arrive at Lingshan, it will be able to sense you. It appears in your dreams, but it tells you that you are its owner, and you want to follow the route it points to find it! ”

Mo Qianzi suddenly said that it was the sword spirit of Qingluan Sword that led her to the sword mound. No wonder, it keeps calling her "master".

"And what is this bird?" She pointed to the pattern on Qingluan's sword.

The man laughed again: "This is Qingluan, the legendary divine bird, the only one." The Qingluan Sword in your hand is refined by this Qingluan burning fire. Since then, there is no Qingluan in the world, only the Qingluan Sword. ”

"Since it is a divine bird, why can't it live well, and burn itself into a sword?"

"Looks like you have a lot of questions! But what...... In this world, only I know the Qingluan Sword best! He paused deliberately, "Do you really want to know?" ”

Mo Qianzi nodded, since she was the owner of the Qingluan Sword, of course she wanted to know everything about the Qingluan Sword.

The man reached out and took the Qingluan sword in her hand, and his slender fingers stroked the Qingluan pattern on the hilt, and a sense of sadness and sorrow could not help but rise in his heart. He said lightly: "Qingluan is originally unisexual, regardless of male and female, but it fell in love with a woman." It vows to cultivate into a handsome and beautiful man who can be with the woman it loves. After thousands of years of cultivation, he finally got his wish and cultivated into a handsome and beautiful man. But he found that the woman he loved already had a man he loved. A thousand years of cultivation is just an empty space, and it doesn't want to be a man anymore, nor does it want to be a bird that will never die. So it **** refined into a sword, which is Qingluan ......"

Listening to this story, Mo Qianzi felt so desolate. When a person's efforts without hesitation are in vain in the end. Qingluan's heart is naturally broken! But it is immortal, so it has refined itself into a heartless and ruthless sword. It's just that this sword ...... Is it really heartless and ruthless?

"What a sad story, isn't it true?"

The man's originally sad and sad face turned to a faint smile: "I don't know either!" ”

"Well, you actually made up a story to lie to me. The story isn't rosy at all, though. Qingluan has cultivated for that woman for thousands of years, how could she not love it? ”

"Do you feel the same way? In fact, I think so, maybe at the end of the story, they are still together! The man returned the sword to her, his clear eyes staring at every expression on her face, as if he wanted to see something in her face.

Mo Qianzi was holding the Qingluan Sword, perhaps influenced by the story just now, and actually had a strong sense of love and pity. She stroked it and whispered, "I really don't understand, how did it choose me as its master?" ”

"It's predestined! The Qingluan Sword and the Qingyun Sword came out at the same time, and we met in a dream, which shows that our fate is very close. ”

"We?" Mo Qianzi raised her chin and looked at him, looking completely unconvinced.

"If you don't believe me, we can bet."

"Okay!" Mo Qianzi immediately said, "Just bet on whether we will meet after I walk out of here!" ”

"Good!" The man also replied heartily, "If we don't meet again, then everything I said is false." On the contrary, this is fate, the fate destined by God! ”

"But before this bet can be made, you have to help me do something!" Finally, she shifted the conversation to her ultimate purpose.

The man added some tea to her again, and always looked light: "Help you get out of here, won't you?" ”

"You ......" Mo Qianzi looked at him in surprise, how did he know her intentions.

However, without waiting for her to continue to speak, he said directly: "Although I am not a prince or a prince, I can help you this time in their name!" ”

In fact, when he was in the sea of flowers, he could see that she and the beautiful man had always wanted to get rid of Long Xuanyuan. And her biggest purpose in coming here to find him is naturally to leave with him.

"There's one more person I'm going to leave with him! I can't tell you who we are, you can't inquire, and you can't tell anyone! Otherwise......"

"Otherwise, this bet will not be counted, and it will not be exciting enough!" He snatched her words and said with a smile, "Naturally, before we meet again, we don't need to know each other's identities, everything is according to God's will!" With that, he whispered a few words to one of the guards at the door of the tent, who nodded and went to deal with the tent.

Long Xuanyuan and Ji Xiaoyao had been standing outside the tent, watching the movement here. They saw a guard coming out of it and thought that Mo Qianzi had come out. It's just that they didn't see Mo Qianzi.

Although Mo Qianzi had instructed Ji Xiaoyao, saying that she already had a way to leave, she asked him to cooperate with her. However, he didn't know what she was doing, he didn't know what she was doing, and he was equally anxious and worried.

The guard walked over and walked directly in front of Ji Xiaoyao: "This son, our master heard that Gongzi's flute playing is a must, and I want to ask Gongzi to play a song for him, and please don't refuse!" ”

Let him play the flute? Ji Xiaoyao thought about it for a while, and it was estimated that it was the method Mo Qianzi said. Turning to Long Xuanyuan, he said, "Why don't you let me take a look?" ”

"I'll go too!" Long Xuanyuan stepped forward and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the guard.

"Our master has an order, it is this beautiful son who is invited, and the rest of the people can't go!"

Long Xuanyuan's forehead was already a black mist, but after all, it was in Luo Sheng's territory. What's more, Xiao He, the Taishi of Luo Sheng, is not an ordinary character. The step he raised retreated, raised his eyes to look at Ji Xiaoyao, and instructed: "Don't let her have anything!" ”

For the first time, he would also say such things to Ji Xiaoyao. What he was worried about now was Mo Qianzi's safety, and he didn't expect that Mo Qianzi was using tricks to get rid of him.

"Don't worry, I will naturally protect her!" Ji Xiaoyao's good-looking thin lips hooked, and he followed the guard.

The melodious sound of a flute came from the tent, fluttering in the cold evening breeze. Long Xuanyuan remembered this song, and he had heard it on the day when the snow was falling. It was also because of this song that Mo Qianzi escaped from the camp.

The same tune, repeated over and over again......