After all, Lin Tiannan is an old Jianghu, and he casually said a beautiful polite word.

It was Lin Yueru, who heard that Zhang Chen was leaving, and a touch of loss flashed in her phoenix eyes.

The cheap master in front of her made her mood quite complicated.

In just half a month, she was full of admiration and respect for Zhang Chen in her heart, and she didn't know if she had other feelings.

After a hearty breakfast, after saying goodbye, under Lin Yueru's eyes, Zhang Chen took Zhao Ling'er and turned to leave.

For Lin Yueru, Zhang Chen is still a little looking forward to it.

After all, her qualifications are there, and she carries luck, maybe she will be able to surprise herself in a few years.

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After the two of them said goodbye to Lin Jiabao and left the city, Zhang Chen's heart moved, and the dragon sword rose in the wind.

Since Zhao Ling'er left Xianling Island, it has been a month since she calculated the time, and she has also played what it should play, and some things have to be faced.

"Ling'er, let's go directly to Nanzhao, when the matter is done, we are coming back to play, what do you think?"

"The scenery of Suzhou is not as good as Xianling Island, but the sugar gourd and glutinous rice cake are delicious."

Hearing this, Zhang Chen smiled dumbly, and actually remembered the dessert.

Wrapping his arms around her slender waist and jumping, the dragon sword turned into a streamer and disappeared at the end of his sight like chasing the stars and the moon.

At the same time, in Lin Jiabao, Lin Yueru sat in the corridor in disappointment, wandering out of the world.

"Yueru?"

"Father."

Lin Tiannan looked at his daughter and sighed: "Zhang Chen already has a wife, with your identity, you can't be a concubine, wait for your father to find a good husband for you in the coming year." ”

"Father, just forget about recruiting relatives, I think I'm more suitable for cultivation."

As she spoke, Lin Yueru got up and left, and couldn't help but think of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect that Zhang Chen had said.

If he enters Shushan, he may have more opportunities to meet him in the future.

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Dali, Yunnan, the beautiful scenery has always been famous.

As the saying goes, the wind blows down the flowers, and the moon in Erhai reflects the snow in the mountains, which is the four famous scenery of the 'wind flowers and snow moon' in the southern Zhao country.

At the speed of Zhang Chen's imperial sword, from Suzhou to Nanzhao, he stopped and stopped all the way, and it took nearly two days to pass through the endless mountains, and the land of Nanzhao came into view.

To his disappointment, Nanzhao was not as magical as the legend suggests.

The more I stepped into it, the more I felt the hot wind blowing on my face, the wind and sand covering the sky, and the air seemed dry, making people feel stinging in their breath.

Zhao Ling'er recalled the stories in the classics, and said in a crisp voice: "Brother Zhang Chen, the legend is that Nanzhao is like this, because of the drought in ancient times, the drought fell into the world, resulting in perennial drought in the land, no harvest, and a poor reputation......

"Dryland?"

Zhang Chen shook his head slightly, this thing is simply a backbiter, wherever the drought is caused by it.

"Brother Zhang Chen, grandma said that my mother should be in Dali City, the capital of Nanzhao Kingdom."

Looking at the desolate scene on the border of Nanzhao, Zhang Chen nodded lightly and said, "Then let's go directly to Dali." ”

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As the capital of the Southern Zhao Kingdom, Dali is prosperous and the scenery is beautiful.

Walking on the official road, looking at the quaint city wall in front of you, which is engraved with two big characters of Dali's dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

"Ling'er, your enemy is in the capital, don't run around after entering."

"Hmm."

Following Zhang Chen obediently, Zhao Linger naturally knew the seriousness of the matter.

At the beginning, because of the enemy's frame-up, his mother did not know whether she was alive or dead, and her grandmother took her away and hid on Xianling Island.

Revenge, she never thought about it, she just wanted to find her mother's whereabouts.

Although Zhang Chen comforted her along the way, she also vaguely felt that the chances of finding her mother were slim.

However, she still came with a glimmer of hope.

Stepping into the capital with the crowd, the capital of Dali is extremely prosperous, and the people are boiling.

However, as soon as he finished walking down a street, Zhang Chen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ling'er raised his eyes slightly, his jade hand pulled his sleeve robe, and said, "Brother Zhang Chen, what's wrong?" ”

Zhang Chen said indifferently: "It seems that there is a sight of the moon in the entire capital, and we should be exposed." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Linger's little face turned pale.

pinched her pretty face, a smile appeared on Zhang Chen's indifferent face, and said, "It's okay, the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will cover it." ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Ling'er bowed slightly, and Zhang Chen's words made her feel extra relieved.

Holding her jade hand, Zhang Chen didn't pay attention to the little tail behind him, and walked straight towards the outskirts of the city.

As there were fewer and fewer people around, after half a pillar of incense, they arrived at the outskirts of the capital of Dali, and several men in black robes surrounded them.

The men's outfit was the same as the three Miao people he had killed in Shengyu Village.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes were vigilant, and her slender jade fingers brushed over the Sumeru ring, and a delicate long sword appeared in her hand.

Surrounding the two in the middle, the men did not move, looked at each other and took out an object from their waists.

As the item lifts into the air, red smoke fills the air.

The signal flare dispersed, and several Miao people didn't say a word, and immediately pulled out the short knife on their waists and surrounded the two.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree."

Zhang Chen's expression was indifferent, the dragon sword was unsheathed, and his right arm waved violently, and the sword qi was like a dragon, cutting through the sky.

The sword qi fell, and the bodies of the several Miao people who had been killed stiffened, and as the blood burst out, they all fell to the ground.

Scarlet blood trickled down their necks, long gone.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er's face turned slightly pale.

It was the first time she had seen Zhang Chen kill someone, and her gentle husband on weekdays really didn't even blink his eyes when he killed someone.

Just as Zhao Ling'er's pink lips opened lightly and she was about to speak, a suppressed aura erupted from the center of the capital.

Then, a figure in a black robe appeared in the sky with the coercion.

The body of the comer was burly and magnificent, and the wisps of breath pressed the surrounding air to become dense.

Zhang Chen's eyes were slightly raised, looking at the burly man in the void, wearing a black robe, thick eyebrows, a Chinese face, and a hooked nose, and the overall look gave people a deep feeling.

The Yuanying Realm monk, according to the breath, should be around the Yuanying Sixfold Realm.

For a moment, a sneer flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes.

Yuanying Liuzhong also dared to pretend to be like this, so he was not afraid of falling from the sky.

In the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, with this kind of strength, I am afraid that only the leader of the Moon Worship Sect, the state religion of the Nanzhao Kingdom.

Baiyue, who was originally the national teacher of Nanzhao, wanted to become the ruler of the world because of his great ambitions, and did not hesitate to domesticate the ferocious water monsters, which led to a great change in the weather, and Nanzhao became a vast ocean, and used this to frame the witch queen, that is, Zhao Ling'er's mother.

Under the majestic momentum of worshipping the moon, Zhao Linger was overwhelmed.

Zhang Chen's sleeve robe waved, protecting her behind him, and two different coercive pressures confronted each other in the air.

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