The branches swayed in the wind.

Tang Butian suddenly turned around.

Zhong Yan turned around, and he followed her line of sight to look ahead, a man in a black coarse cloth robe, carrying a basket on his back, and a wooden stick in his hand strode towards them. His hair was short, his skin was dark, and he had a thick scar on his neck that ran from his jaw to his collarbone.

It's Zhang Xianren.

Zhang Xianren stopped about three meters in front of Tang Butian and Zhong Yan.

"Zhang Xianren, me and ......" As soon as Zhong Yan said half of his words, Zhang Xianren waved his hand at him to stop him from continuing.

Zhang Xianren looked at Tang Butian, "Your sword intent just now?" ”

"Uncle Zheng demonstrated his sword intent to me before he died."

"Zheng Yuantai is dead?"

"Yes."

"How did he die?" Zhang Xianren asked.

"There is a door at the bottom of Jiujin Mountain, which leads to the void, and there is a trace of divine thought on the door, which is very powerful, and Uncle Zheng fought with it in order to give me a chance, and died in the battle."

"How's that door going?"

"Turned off."

"You're closed?"

"Yes, with this sword," Tang Butian held the wooden knife horizontally in front of him, "so I want to know, thirty years ago, who was the owner of this sword?" ”

Zhang Xianren walked in front of Tang Butian, and he reached out and grabbed the middle of the blade.

His hands are big and powerful.

The dark light on the knife floated, flowing over Zhang Xianren's fingers and the back of his hand.

"Is that all?" Zhang Xianren's fingers were forced, and the dark light froze.

Tang Butian clenched the handle of the knife, and his fingers turned white from the exertion.

The wooden knife trembled.

The frozen specks of dark light dissipated in the fluttering.

Tang Butian pursed her lips, she raised her head slightly, and a strand of hair fell from her shoulder.

The wooden knife trembled more and more, and Zhang Xianren's black robe also fluttered in the wind.

There is an invisible energy centered on Tang Butian and Zhang Xianren, spreading outward.

Zhong Yan was alert, he took a big step back, and then he saw Tang Butian pull out the wooden knife from Zhang Xianren's hand, her body rose, the wooden knife came out of her hand, and after rotating around her body for a week, it returned to her hand again.

The wooden knife slanted downward, stabbing at Zhang Xianren with an afterimage.

Zhang Xianren's body did not move, he threw away the wooden stick, folded his hands, and caught the wooden knife. Tang Butian's head was raised, and Zhang Xianren saw her eyes, black and white, focused and indifferent.

The wooden knife slid across his palm.

And Tang Butian closed his eyes.

Zhang Xianren felt that the wooden knife emanated a trace of danger on his body.

Tang Butian turned his wrist, and the wooden knife stabbed forward a little more.

Zhong Yan heard Zhang Xianren shout, he saw Zhang Xianren's hands open, pushed outward, and grabbed his right hand forward, and then, Tang Butian was thrown up, and after drawing an arc in mid-air, he fell to the ground.

Zhong Yan ran a few steps quickly and ran to Tang Butian's side, "How are you?" ”

"It's not bad," Tang Butian refused Zhong Yan's support, and after she spit out a mouthful of blood, she stood up by herself, she looked at Zhang Xianren, "Come again?" ”

Zhang Xianren walked up to Tang Butian and said, "The person who used this sword to kill the 'god' thirty years ago was Mu Yi. ”

"Is she a sword cultivator?"

"No, she is a person cultivated by the Huaxia government, and her background is similar to Zhuang Zekun, she did not obtain the recognition of this sword, and she used other methods to kill the 'god' by sacrificing her own lives and the lives of many others. It was precisely because of the catastrophe thirty years ago that Yamagami fought with the government, and the cooperation between Yamagami and the government began. ”

"What was the cataclysm of thirty years ago?"

Zhang Xianren glanced at Zhong Yan, and said: "I can't tell you about this matter, my attitude has not changed, and I don't approve of too much interference in worldly affairs on the mountain." If you want to know, just ask Zhong Minghong. ”

"I see, thank you Immortal Zhang."

Zhang Xianren looked at Tang Butian.

She's grown a lot taller.

The last time I saw her was about five or six years ago, when Tang Yi died in battle, Tang Butian took Tang Yi's sword and stood alone on the mountain for many days.

Zhang Xianren's tone softened, and he asked, "How are you doing under the mountain?" ”

"It's good."

"I suggest you retreat in the mountains for a while."

Tang Butian looked at Zhang Xianren and waited for him to continue.

"You can only vaguely feel some of the laws on the sword now. Close the door, you must have had other help at that time. ”

"Yes." Tang Butian admitted.

Zhang Xianren didn't ask again, he said: "You can integrate your perception into your swordsmanship, so that over time, you will continue to become familiar with it, deepen your understanding of it, and one day you will be able to master it thoroughly." ”

Tang Butian clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Zhang Xianren, she said, "Thank you Zhang Xianren for your advice." ”

"During this time, you can come to me at any time."

"Okay."

"You go back, Zhong Yan stays," Zhang Xianren looked at Zhong Yan, "I have something to say to you." ”

Tang Butian turned around, held the wooden knife in his right hand, and walked out.

Zhang Xianren and Zhong Yan watched her walk down the mountain.

A crane flew up, carried her, circled in mid-air, and then flew with her towards another mountain.

……

When Chen Nan returned to the bookstore with the table flowers, Jiang You and Lin Yu had already moved the tables and put them together.

Li Sheng also went out to dinner with her friends.

The bookstore was quiet again.

Jiang You held a bottle of mineral water in his hand, and he took a sip, "Sister Nan, what else are you going to do?" ”

Chen Nan put the table flowers on the signing table, "No, I'm worried that if there are really hundreds of people coming in the afternoon, what will happen if the people line up outside, do you want to go to the management office to borrow a few guardrails." ”

"There are not so many people, in the comic con, in half an hour, she signed hundreds of people, many of them are here to join in the fun, specifically for her to run, there are very few," Jiang You walked to Chen Nan's side, "Now the network is developed, it is very easy, people with the same hobbies can gather, QQ group, WeChat group, they play in it every day, I think there are a lot of people, in fact, there are still few, you see my little idol, Yang Xuan, at this time last year, there may be tens of thousands of people who spent money to vote for her, and at that time they held a meeting." , there are only a few hundred people who come to see her. ”

"Is Yang Xuan still an idol now? It seems like I haven't heard from her for a long time. ”

"I was filming before."

Chen Nan turned around, she looked at the arranged bookstore, "If there are few people, I am afraid that Xiao Liu will be hit, and it is very difficult for her to contact the two sides this time." ”

"It's time to accumulate experience, or you can get a discount on the whole site by the way, and the people who come have come with all the hard work are here, maybe you can buy a few books and go back."

"yes......"

"And it just so happens that I'm going to hold an art exhibition for my son on June 1st, and I'll ask Xiao Liu to come over to help, okay?"

"Then you and her."