"A-Qing, what's wrong?" The man at the front looked back.

"It's nothing," the woman named Ruan Qing shook her head, retracted her gaze, and changed back to her usual appearance of not being interested in anything.

"Really?" Sword Pavilion Senior Brother Mo Han smiled slightly bitterly.

He has a thin face and a tough build, and he is actually an extremely handsome young man in appearance, but this is often not easily noticed.

The moment anyone sees him, they will be immediately attracted by his momentum, but ignore his appearance.

Because his momentum is too sharp.

Like a famous sword unsheathed, people will always be captured by the cold light.

But at this time, the sword pavilion's coldest and other disciples' most feared senior brother's gaze was very gentle.

Because there is a cooler person in front of him.

Mo Han looked at his junior sister who was the latest to enter the swordsmanship but the most powerful, and his tone was a little regretful.

"I thought you finally had someone other than a sword to be interested in."

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were world-renowned for their hard work in sword training and cultivation, and in the eyes of other cultivators, they were a group of out-and-out madmen.

But even Mo Han, who grew up in the Sword Pavilion, had never seen someone as persistent in cultivation as his junior sister before Ruan Qing entered the door.

If no one stopped her, Ruan Qing could practice her sword until she fainted.

This kind of thing is not an occasional thing, since she started, it has become the norm in the Sword Pavilion.

It was natural for a cultivator to want to become stronger, but this junior sister's thirst for strength had reached an abnormal point in Mo Han's opinion.

It's as if all your life is on the sword in your hand.

Nothing else could get into her eyes.

Such crazy energy even made him silently frightened when he looked at it.

But it is precisely because of this that this junior sister has only started cultivating since she was fourteen years old, but she was able to break through the realm and ascend to the extreme in less than ten years, and even became an existence comparable to him in the genius Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

This is also a rare exception in the spiritual world.

True cultivation geniuses all start practicing from a young age, just like Mo Han.

In terms of age, he is actually a few years younger than Ruan Qing. But he started his cultivation at the age of three, and he stepped into the cultivation world nearly ten years earlier than Ruan Qing.

But she was about to catch up.

A dark horse like Ruan Qing who has become a late bloomer in the middle of the way is extremely rare in the cultivation world.

It shows the extraordinary nature and perseverance of her heart.

But as for why Ruan Qing is so persistent in spiritual practice......

Mo Han frowned slightly.

This kind of attachment cannot be achieved by the mind alone.

Ruan Qing rarely spoke, and never talked to other disciples about her experience before entering the Sword Pavilion.

But only once, when he was a little depressed by the speed of this junior sister's promotion, the master once made an exception for him to reveal her secret.

This junior sister seems to have a sea of blood on her back.

What exactly is the hatred of the Sword Saint, Mo Han still has no idea about it.

But after that, Mo Han looked at his cold and desperate junior sister, and felt a lot of changes in his heart.

This path of revenge is too hard.

It was so bitter that he couldn't even bear to watch the senior brother of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion from the sidelines.

He hoped that this junior sister would one day be able to get rid of hatred and touch other things in addition to cultivation like ordinary female disciples.

So this time, Ruan Qing offered to go to Da Zhou to participate in the exam, and Mo Han was very surprised. But I didn't expect to arrive in the Divine Capital, Ruan Qing still looked cold as before.

Sensing Mo Han's gaze, Ruan Qing clenched the scabbard on his waist, and his eyes seemed to be floating with ice and snow on the Xiliang Snow Field.

"There is no one in this world who interests me anymore," she said with a blank face, "and all I need is this sword." ”

"Say that again......" Mo Han frowned, but then as if he sensed something, he looked at the carriage that was slowly driving into the city gate, and his eyes were a little strange.

"And what were you looking at?" Mo Han asked, looking curiously at the woman in front of him.

You must know that Ruan Qing did not squint along the way.

Ruan Qing was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Her grip on the hilt of her sword tightened, and her slender fingers became more distinct.

"What the hell is going on?" Mo Han smiled slightly, "Don't worry, if you have anything you want, you can just tell Senior Brother." ”

"Not really." Ruan Qing frowned slightly.

She really wasn't interested in anything, and Ruan Qing didn't know why she had just looked at the carriage.

It was a very strange feeling, as if it was being pulled by the filaments of a spider's web.

She saw the strange girl.

"It's just that the carriage that led the convoy just now," Ruan Qing paused and said, "It seems that the girl in charge of it is a girl." ”

"Woman?" Mo Han was a little surprised.

"Because of the aura of a cultivator, I thought it was a student who entered Beijing to take the exam," Mo Han said disapprerovantly, "It seems that I have thought too much." ”

Even if the eldest lady enters the city, I don't know what kind of character the Sword Saint is.

There must be times when I regret it later.

"Master is coming, get ready." Mo Han said.

The guard of honor of the Sword Saint in the distance was getting closer and closer, Mo Han stopped talking, and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion cleaned up their appearance and waited for the battle.

The noisy drums sounded on the city walls, and no one paid attention to the carriages and horses under the city, and everyone looked at the huge guard of honor in the distance.

Ruan Qing stared at the huge silhouette of the luxurious and wide carriage in the distance, but what appeared in front of him was the scene when the curtain of the ordinary carriage was lifted.

and the eyes of a strange girl who emerged from behind that curtain.

……

……

A woman with a completely unfamiliar appearance, who has never been seen before.

Leaving the cheers and screams in the distance behind, the carriages and horses of Zhu Luan and the others entered the Shendu from the west gate on the side of the main gate of the East City.

The sound of wheels was endless, and the carriage was driving on the wide avenue of Shendu City, and there was an extremely lively and prosperous sound outside the window.

However, in the carriage, what appeared in front of Zhu Luan's eyes was the eyes of the cold woman.

Who is she?

Zhu Luan really didn't know the woman, and the other party's eyes also told her.

She didn't know her either.

Xu Fengniang and the others didn't react, they were people they didn't know either.

Zhu Luan gently stroked her chest, why did she feel so weird.

"What's wrong?" Xu Fengniang looked at the girl who was a little stunned and asked again.

She didn't expect that what would affect Zhu Luan was the glimpse outside the city, all she was worried about was the girl's reaction after entering the city.

Because here, it is the capital of God.

This city is different.

If the girl in front of her was really her, this city would be even more different to her.

"It's nothing," Zhu Luan came to his senses, got rid of his previous thoughts, and raised his head slightly.

"It's been a long time, and I haven't been back." She said softly.

Xu Fengniang's heart shrank when she heard this.

"I don't know what this Divine Capital City looks like now."

Zhu Luan stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain.