The next day, the group set off in full gear.

Nothing happened on the way, and because of the carefree body, the team walked relatively slowly all the way. It was almost a month before they arrived at Haitang Mountain, where the Tibetan Sword Villa was located.

Five hundred years ago, the Tibetan Sword Villa made its fortune as a weapon, and it started from the Begonia Mountain south of Kyoto. After several generations of business and accumulation, he has now become the leading wealthy celebrity of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Begonia Mountain is famous for begonias, and now it is April, and the begonia flowers in the mountains are blooming one after another, and the posture is chic and beautiful.

The bells at the corners of the eaves of the carriage jingle and are distant and ethereal.

When I went, there were still two people talking and laughing in the car, but now, there is only one worry-free.

Zixu rode a horse, occasionally looking back at the girl. She is still dressed as a man, but the original bright color has become black, white and gray. The ink-colored plain clothes were worn on her body, and her skin looked as white as snow. Against the backdrop of begonia flowers, this picture is even more beautiful than the world.

Carefree occasionally closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and occasionally held a book in his hand and pondered for a long time, never turning the page.

The man took it all in and walked silently, except for the clattering of horses' hooves and the bells of the eaves of the carriage, and the occasional mournful birdsong.

Time, as if immersed in such tranquility and tranquility.

The trail is long, and the carriage moves slowly.

When they arrived in a deep valley, suddenly, the birds and beasts in the trees flew away, and Wuwu and Zixu glanced at each other, both of them understood what they were thinking.

Worry-free asked Po to protect Xiao Thirteen, and if necessary, go back to the valley first, and hold the folding fan tightly. These people hiding in the shadows don't know what their purpose is, so be careful in everything.

Zixu held the hilt of the sword in his hand, looking ready to attack, and kept vigilant. The long knife he used to use before was only suitable for fighting on the battlefield, so the long sword he brought with him this trip.

In an instant, dozens of men in black were dispatched.

On this return trip, in addition to the necessary servants such as cooks, the guards are all in charge of Zixu's own soldiers, so there are more than 20 people who can fight, and the number is not too different.

In the battle between the two sides, the worry-free quilt was weakly protected, basically just dodging a few times, and not exerting much strength.

In a short time, a group of men in black were all annihilated.

Zixu put away his long sword, lightly helped Wuwu to sit back in the carriage, and after a little rectification, he set off again.

This time, they sped up their journey, and in only half a day, they arrived at the Tibetan Sword Villa.

The mountain range winds for dozens of miles, and the mountain villa is very hidden, and it is difficult to find a trace unless an acquaintance leads the way.

In the hall, a middle-aged man dressed in gray plain satin sat upright, and when he saw his daughter, whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year, he wanted to get up and sit down again.

As soon as Sanssouci entered, he pouted and shed a few tears with tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, my brother is gone! Woowoowoo......"

As soon as the owner of Yue Zhuang saw his daughter crying profusely, he forgot what he wanted to ask her before, and hurriedly comforted her: "Good daughter, it doesn't matter, Daddy will find you another brother!" ”

Zixu next to him was stunned, he didn't know that she was a daughter. After just one glance, he hid his burning gaze in his eyes, but his heart was already turbulent.

Wu Wu didn't pay attention to this, the tears in the corners of his eyes were still rolling, and he arrived in front of Master Yue Zhuang in a few small steps.

"Daddy, I brought my brother's ashes back."

The owner of Yue Zhuang sighed and patted his daughter on the shoulder, feeling distressed.

"It's okay, just let it go, people can't be resurrected after death, don't cry good daughter."

"Uh-huh, I know." The conversation changed, "Daddy, I have another brother." ”

Lord Yue stood up suddenly.

"No, Daddy swore that he didn't find you Erniang, really, I won't lie to you......"

Wuwu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said seriously: "No, it has nothing to do with your father, it's not your own!" ”

"Ah?!!h Daddy, when did I have a cuckold?! Why don't I know!!

"Come, Little Thirteen, come and call Daddy."

"Daddy." Little Thirteen walked out from behind Carefree and called out to Daddy crisply.

"Huh?!"

The owner of Yue Zhuang was confused by his daughter's operation, which one is this play?!

"Daddy, Little Thirteen will be your son from today onwards!"