The mist fell into the streamer.

Why......

Song Huaizhu stood motionless, looking at the girl standing on the side of the broken sword.

The surrounding sword qi became more and more intense, lingering in the entire space.

It was only the moment he saw her that he remembered something.

Under the sword aura of the Great Grandmaster, any aura would be submerged in it.

Under the rich sword aura of the ancient stone, even high-level cultivators could not feel the aura of other cultivators.

In other words, around this broken sword, this pavilion, a vacuum was formed for the cultivators.

Zhu Luan looked at the man standing motionless on the other side of the broken sword and was slightly stunned, and only then did he remember this incident.

They should, no matter what, never see each other again.

As long as the two of them have this intention.

The so-called chance encounter, for people like the two of them, is nothing more than a lie.

Because they can feel each other's presence before they meet.

This is very, very convenient to avoid each other.

If you really have that determination, it is more than enough not to see each other for the rest of your life.

Zhu Luan has indeed made that determination. The reason is unknown, but from Song Huaizhu's originally misty eyes, she can more or less detect his thoughts.

Who knows......

There is also such a one.

Song Huaizhu looked at the girl opposite, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This woman's perceptual abilities were sharper than any cultivator he had ever seen.

Now that he was sealing the acupuncture point with a golden needle, even a grandmaster could hardly detect him.

But for some reason, Song Huaizhu knew, she could know.

As for himself......

Now that he has become a grandmaster, it is only natural that his ability to perceive breath is stronger than that of other cultivators.

Now that he thought about it, it was true that he could no longer feel the woman's breath from a quarter of an hour ago.

But he thought that because he didn't deliberately perceive it, and the woman's level of concealing her aura had always been high, he didn't care.

Who knows......

This kind of thing backfires and really happens.

Song Huaizhu looked at the girl opposite with a complicated expression.

If it weren't for this time, in this place, even the slightest omission, something that would not have happened really happened.

The reality that no one expected made Zhu Luan and Song Huaizhu silent at the same time.

Xu Fengniang stood beside Zhu Luan, with surprise on her face, looked at Zhu Luan's face and did not make a sound, only sighed in her heart.

Zhu ...... Miss Zhu Jiu? How do you ......"

After a brief silence, the stunned voice of the monk Xuezhai broke the silence.

The monk Xuezhai who came later looked at the familiar figure standing opposite, with surprise and helplessness in his eyes.

Sure enough, there are some things that can't be said more.

He looked at the two who were about to be silent until they were old, smiled and saluted Zhu Luan.

"Long time no see, Miss Zhu Jiu."

We only saw it three days ago.

Zhu Luan looked at the young monk standing opposite through the broken sword, and said silently in his heart.

But if Monk Xuezhai doesn't speak, he really doesn't know how to deal with this meeting.

Now you can't think of it as not seeing.

Zhu Luan smiled and returned the salute to Monk Xuezhai.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon, Master Xuezhai."

You don't have to be so blunt. Monk Xuezhai looked at the smiling girl opposite and said in his heart.

The two groups of people looked at each other through the broken sword like this, and no one on either side wanted to take a step forward.

"I didn't expect to see you here." After being silent for a long time, Song Huaizhu finally spoke.

"I didn't expect that either." Zhu Luan said quietly.

They all knew that the other party was in this building, but they didn't expect to meet in this place.

Zhu Luan looked at the broken sword under the pavilion, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

There is no doubt that Song Huaizhu and others are also coming for Zhanlu.

"What are you doing here?" Zhu Luan asked with a smile.

We'd love to ask you that question as well.

Monk Xuezhai squinted at the girl standing on the bare rock.

The broken sword left by the Great Grandmaster is a protective power, if it is located in the pavilion on all sides of the Red Sleeve Move, or in the grass and trees pavilion outside the inner courtyard, whether it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, as long as he does not have a murderous aura, he will not feel anything.

But if you really go deep under this pavilion, the sword qi that is too strong will still make the cultivator uncomfortable.

What's more, under the influence of the rumors of the year, the cultivators of the Great Zhou Dynasty actually had mixed reputations for the sword left by the ancient stone of the country.

Few people would venture into it unless they had to.

This was also the first time he and his senior brother had met other people here in the Sword Pavilion.

Who the hell is this woman......

"Huh?" Seeing that the other party hadn't answered for a long time, Zhu Luan asked again.

"As cultivators, everyone knows the prestige of Gushi-sama," Monk Xuezhai said quietly, "When we usually leave here, we all come here to pay our respects to this sword." ”

Paying Respect......

This is also ......

Although Zhu Luan knew that Xuezhai meant to pay homage to great people, not to pay homage to people who were not alive......

Although the status of an ancient stone deserves such respect...... But the people around him were said to be like this, and Zhu Luan felt weird.

Maybe the next person to be looked up to will be her.

Princess Yingluan is admired, which is appropriate from all levels.

Without waiting to think about it, Zhu Luan carefully captured another word in the words of the monk Xuezhai.

"Leave?"

Song Huaizhu looked at the monk Xuezhai and wondered if this person did it on purpose.

"Yes," Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan and said quietly, "We're going to leave here in the afternoon and go to the White Horse Temple." ”

"In this way," Zhu Luan was slightly stunned, and the next moment he smiled quietly, "Then I wish you all a smooth journey." ”

The pair of brothers should not come back after leaving.

It's a good idea.

Zhu Luan took a slight breath and didn't think about the reason why Song Huaizhu left.

At least when he's gone, he can live back in Jiquan, right?

"Hmm," Song Huaizhu nodded and looked at Monk Xuezhai.

Monk Xuezhai was stunned for a moment to understand his eyes, shook his head, and folded his hands.

The two of them saluted at the same time to the broken sword under the pavilion not far away.

A hint of emotion appeared in Zhu Luan's eyes, but the next moment, she pursed her lips.

This kind of respect is not something that ordinary practitioners can have.

These two ......

Zhu Luan looked at the senior brother who worshiped the sword, and his gaze moved to the broken sword full of cracks again.

Niangniang's words and Zhan Lu's sword light seemed to be intertwined, and Zhu Luan faintly noticed what Gu Shi had encountered at that time.

She could empathize with that pain.

"Worship is over, let's go." Song Huaizhu looked at Monk Xuezhai and said.

Monk Xuezhai nodded, and Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan, "Let's go." ”

The girl in front of her looked at the broken sword with a somewhat stunned expression, and nodded subconsciously.

Song Huaizhu stared at him quietly and was about to turn around and leave.

However, the next moment, the girl in front of her suddenly rushed forward.

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