The state of Chen was located north of the Great Zhou and east of the Great Xia.

Two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Chen State established a country here, and this cold land is not as fertile as the Great Zhou, nor as vast as the Great Xia. Where the ancestors established the country, there were ancestral teachings, respecting Confucianism but not respecting Confucianism, and martial arts but not martial arts.

In the past two hundred years, the successive monarchs of the Chen State have strictly followed the ancient precepts and always adhered to the strategy of governing the country with culture and defending the country with force.

Therefore, even under the eyes of Zhou and Xia, the Chen Kingdom has remained standing for two hundred years.

The sun is shining in the Chendi in May.

The exchange of vendors, the chase of children, and the struggle for power above the court are just a piece of talk for the ordinary people of Chen State, as for who can finally become a treasure, what does it have to do with them?

And Meng Liang, who was sitting at a roadside tea stall, was very unhappy.

He drank bitter tea from the old land, and his mouth was dry and tight. He thought that the tea of Chen Di could not be compared to the tea of Da Zhou after all.

He took a bite of the pastry sent by the tea family, and the taste was bland. He frowned, and secretly said that the pastries in this old land were not as good as Da Zhou's thin skin and thick meat, and the mouthful of the bun would leave a fragrant taste on his lips and teeth after one bite.

He looked at the crowd of people walking back and forth in the street, it was time to go down to the city to catch the market, and there was no shortage of girls on the street who came to buy, they were either dressed in brocade, or powdered on their faces, their demeanor was swaying, and they were singing and singing. This favorite scenery of Mengliang in the past, but at the moment he pouted boringly.

He felt that these girls from Chen Guo were not as good as the people he had seen in the Great Zhou Linglong Pavilion after all.

Thinking of this, Meng Liang shook his head fiercely and shook off the chaotic thoughts in his head.

"What do you want?" he scolded, hammering his head.

He was very angry, and just a few days ago, he returned to the state of Chen with Chen Xuanji, and handed the prince into the hands of his father, King Meng Ke of Pingxi, while he fulfilled his promise to take Mochenzi to Lishan. Thinking about this matter, he rushed to meet his father and plan to seize the heir together.

Partially.

Something unexpected happened.

He was sold.

This is not rhetoric, nor is it a metaphor.

He was sold, as the name literally suggests.

was sold to Mo Chenzi by his master Yan Qianqiu.

Meng Liang still remembers that he was bragging about the harvest of his trip with the junior brothers in the mountain gate, enjoying the admiring and envious eyes of the junior brothers and sisters, Mo Chenzi and Yan Qianqiu suddenly appeared, and one said: "From today on, you have been expelled from the mountain gate." One said: "From today onwards, you will be my fortieth generation disciple of the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb." ”

Then, he was taken down the mountain gate by the ink dust with his head covered.

Why!

The more he thought about it, the more indignant Meng Liang felt the look on his face changed, and his eyes stood up like a torch.

"What are you doing?" But at this moment, a light voice sounded beside him.

A pair of purple eyes fell on him.

Meng Liang's body paused, he turned his head to look at the man sitting next to him who was sipping tea with his head down, and then looked at the girl with a frown.

The pride that had just risen in my heart was extinguished in an instant.

A thick smile spread across his face at that time, "Isn't this afraid that the master and the master won't eat it?" I thought about going to the store to order it again. It's not that I'm bragging, the Songhua cake in this store is a must-have for me, and the master and lady have to try it. This former disciple licked his face and said with a flattering expression. "Sit down. The girl let out a soft snort, interrupting Meng Liang's gushing.

"Yes. "The high-ranking disciples who have just been expelled from the division bow their heads and obey their orders.

"Less flowery intestines, and go back to guard the mausoleum with your master with peace of mind. Seeing that he was so well-behaved, the girl nodded with satisfaction, but she couldn't help but snort coldly.

"How dare you. Meng Liang said with a bitter face, sitting on the bench sullenly and in a daze.

He looked at the crowd and thought to himself.

Jianling is not in front of the village and there is no store in the back, and I don't know if there will be a chance to see that girl again and eat Xuzhou's steamed buns...

"Why? reluctant to do it?" the silent man finally spoke, looking at Meng Liang with his trademark ugly smile on his face.

"Of course..."Meng Liang turned his head and was about to say when he heard this, but before the words came out, the purple-eyed girl's cold gaze fell on Meng Liang's body again. Meng Liang's tiger body was shocked, and the words that came to his mouth were swallowed alive. "Reluctantly. ”

I saw that his face was full of impassionedness, and he said angrily: "Guarding the Sword Tomb is a disciple who wishes to live and can be favored by the master, and the apprentice is naturally going to the soup and fire, and he is not..."

"Let's be honest. The man took another sip of tea, and his voice calmly interrupted Meng Liang's generous speech.

Grunt.

Meng Liang glanced at the purple-eyed girl beside him, he was a little flustered, and after secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he still said: "Every sentence comes from the bottom of my heart..."

"Tell me the truth!" the man interrupted again.

"I..." Meng Liang looked at the girl who was staring coldly, and then at the man with a calm expression, in a dilemma, no one dared to offend.

"The Xia Dynasty has been stationed on the border for a long time, can you let go of the great rivers and mountains of the Chen Kingdom?"

"The outside of the mountain is strong and middle-class, can you let go of thousands of junior brothers and sisters?"

"Jianling is lonely, can you put down the red makeup and glamorous dress on the heavy moment peak?"

The man's every word was directed at Meng Liang's heart, which made Meng Liang, who was in his early twenties, feel sad when he heard it, and he was stunned for a while.

In the eyes of a man like this, how could he not know what he was thinking.

"Go ahead. So he put down the teacup in his hand and said so.

"Huh?" Meng Liang was stunned, a little unsure if he had heard something wrong.

"I have already planted the sword seed in your body, and when you figure it out one day, you will infuse the sword intent into it, and someone will come to pick you up. The man didn't mean to solve Meng Liang's doubts, but said this to himself.

"You!" When these words came out, Meng Liang would react, and the purple-eyed girl beside the man stomped her feet, looking at the man very anxiously, as if she was very dissatisfied with his decision.

"Don't miss the opportunity. The man gave the girl a reassuring look, then turned his head to look at Meng Liang again, and said.

Meng Liang naturally has a lot of puzzles in his heart.

Mo Chenzi followed him all the way to Lishan with such great difficulty, and even planted a sword seed in his body, so he let him go so easily. This seems to be a bit anticlimactic, but as the man said, the opportunity must not be lost and never come again, Meng Liang thought slightly, then hurriedly stood up, bowed to Mo Chenzi, and said in a rare serious manner: "Thank you for the master's success." ”

"Go ahead. The man nodded.

Seeing this, Meng Liang bowed to the girl beside him again, "Thank you, Master, Niang." ”

After saying that, he stood up and glanced deeply at Mo Chenzi, and then walked towards the bustling street without looking back.

......

"Just let him go?" When Meng Liang's body completely disappeared from the eyes of the two, the purple-eyed girl frowned, a little puzzled, and asked angrily.

"If the heart isn't here, what's the point of staying?" the man replied lightly.

"But your body—" the girl's brow furrowed even deeper, and she said with concern.

"He will always return to the Sword Tomb, and the rest will be left to the living. The man said, as calm as ever.

"Then where are we going next?" the girl asked, seeing that the man was so sure that she couldn't say anything more.

The man's eyes froze at that moment, and a word came out of his mouth.

"Dayuan Mountain. ”

......

Linglong Pavilion, Xiaoxuan window.

Zhou Zhang, Fang Ziyu, Song Yueming, and Chu Qiuli stood anxiously in the courtyard, looking in the direction of the inner room.

After about a quarter of an hour, Qin Keqing, who looked a little haggard, walked out of the door.

"How's it going?" the four of them hurriedly gathered around.

"The internal organs have been damaged a little, but as long as they are healthy and recuperate for some time, they should be fine. Qin Keqing said with relief.

After Xu Han returned from Jishi Mansion yesterday, he fainted at the gate of the hospital, Chu Qiuli wanted to find someone to treat, but after yesterday's confrontation between Xu Han and Si Blank, the disciples of the Sword Hall ignored it, and the doctors of Hanging River Peak also probably found some reasons to refuse, until this morning, Qin Keqing, who heard the news, hurriedly came to see Xu Han.

Xu Han's few friends in the Linglong Pavilion were also waiting, but Ye Hongjian was nowhere to be seen.

"This Sikong Elder is too unreasonable, obviously the surname Xu and Ye Hongjian have a marriage contract, but they want to marry others, how can there be such a truth in this world?" Fang Ziyu is an arrogant person, straightforward and fast-talking, and he will say whatever he wants. "That Ye Hongjian is too, the surname Xu is already like this for her, and she didn't come to visit this day. ”

"It's all my fault that I had to argue with Senior Brother Lang yesterday before I let Brother Xu take action for me, otherwise..."Song Yueming, who was still a little red and swollen on the right side of his face, also said with self-blame.

"What does it have to do with you, I think it's Elder Sikong who does things indiscriminately!" Fang Ziyu glared at Song Yueming fiercely, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was overflowing.

"Alas, what can I do about this, I offended Si Bai, I'm afraid this Linglong Pavilion won't be able to stay. Chu Qiuli shrugged his head and sat aside, complaining.

"This morning, I heard that Elder Sikong issued a decree that made the disciples on the Hanging River and Dahuan Peak put down their studies and have to learn a set of exercises together from tomorrow when he ascended to the Immortal Realm... Since the opening of this mountain, the three peaks have always done their own thing, and such a thing is unheard of, and I don't know what Elder Sikong is thinking..."

"Not really. I heard that both Sect Ning and Master were imprisoned, and when I went to visit Master this morning, I was stopped at the door..."

After saying that, they glanced at each other, and the expressions on their faces were sad, and they were very depressed.

Unbeknownst to them, the unconscious young man in the room was already awake when they said this, and he looked ahead with a wooden expression, but he held a token tightly in his hand.

(End of chapter)