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A bowl of small white porridge, a poached egg, and a spoonful of fresh soy sauce.

Xiao Qiao looked at the fragrant breakfast in front of him and was slightly distracted.

On the other side, Young Master Cui San was holding empty chopsticks in one hand, stirring the white porridge in the bowl heavily, and his dissatisfaction was like beating eggs, making a clanging sound.

While shaking his head, he complained: "The bad guy Xiao Qiao also put some green onions on me, you black-hearted thief, I wish you will never come down again when you go to Qingqiu." ”

Xiao Qiao was holding the omelette with chopsticks at the moment, and suddenly there was some mist in his eyes: "If you go, is it possible that you will never come back." ”

Cai Wenzhao blinked his sour eyes, got up from the stool, rubbed Xiao Qiao's head, and said with a smile: "I plan to eat your breakfast every day in the future." ”

"Is it dangerous, otherwise why have you waited so many days? Third Young Master Cui changed his joking nature, and suddenly looked at Cai Wenzhao and said.

"It's really a dangerous and extreme way. Cai Wenzhao turned his back to the two of them and looked at the Qingqiu Sword Shrine, "However, if it is simple, why has this Sword Shrine trapped so many geniuses for so many years?"

"Little Joe, I promised you that I would do it. Cai Wenzhao naturally knew in his heart that it was extremely dangerous to suppress the seventeen emperors, but he had only one fight, "Eat quickly, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

"Hmm. Xiao Qiao looked at Cai Wenzhao's back, and never thought that a man's back could be so tall and make him feel so secure.

When the light fell, Cai Wenzhao finally took Xiao Qiao and Third Young Master Cui up the steps again.

When Cai Wenzhao walked on the floor again, there were already many people gathered there at this moment.

Seeing Cai Wenzhao's arrival, a strange look appeared on his face.

Just last night, another scholar cracked the stele.

Just an hour ago, another scholar unraveled the stele.

And at this moment, Cai Wenzhao stood in front of the stone stele, and the atmosphere became quite awkward.

"Even if you crack the stele now, seventh, this is something that a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet master can do?"

"Now Deng Ai Xia Houba doesn't know how many sword monuments he has set foot on. ”

Sympathy, pity, ridicule, and schadenfreude.

"What are you doing now? Aren't you ashamed enough?"

For the various eyes of these people, Cai Wenzhao acted as if he hadn't seen them, he just raised his head, looked at the Qingqiu above, and then looked at those scholars, and said seriously: "Under the sword monument, these short times, I hope you cherish them." ”

Those scholars looked at Cai Wenzhao one by one for some reason: "Is this person crazy because he has lost his heart?"

After Cai Wenzhao finished saying this, he closed his eyes, and then his inner body surged, and in his body, seventeen sword intents slowly emerged, and one of the small swords suddenly broke out of his body.

And after the appearance of this sword intent, it did not resonate with the sword mound like Xiahouba and others before, but soon this sword intent dissipated, and a picture of sword casting and forging appeared, and then, it was the cold light wanton, this sword intent condensed again, but the only difference was that a faint purple gold aura appeared, and a figure appeared on the hilt of this divine sword.

Through the romance before Shinto, those picture scrolls, and the residual breath, Cai Wenzhao dreamed of returning to the millennium!

Chunjun is a noble and peerless sword, and his master is Goujian, the king of Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

At this moment, this residual imperial qi belongs to King Goujian!

The Pure Jun Sword Shrine suddenly shook the mountain at this moment, and everyone was shocked.

They couldn't understand it, but at this moment, they were all trembling, especially the people in front of the sword monument, they felt that illusory figure, that noble and unparalleled aura, which made them feel prostrate one by one.

What's even more terrifying is that gradually this breath, this phantom and Cai Wenzhao are the only ones fused!

It was on another mountain, at this moment, the sword furnace sect master, the white-haired old man woke up from his sleep, and his cloudy eyes became extremely deep: "What a boy from the Cai family, Pu Yuan will follow me out of the mountain to welcome guests!"

Pu Yuan, who was standing on the side, was a little confused, he naturally felt the vision of the sword mound, but he didn't understand why the sect master said to go to the mountain gate to welcome guests?

And the moment the imperial qi broke out of the tomb in the sword mound, Chen Zhi's face under the seventeenth sword tablet showed a shocked expression, and he drank a little angrily: "Nonsense, it's just nonsense, don't die." ”

It's just that his face also shows admiration, although this kid is nonsense, he is really decisive and domineering.

"Hopefully, it's still too late. ”

Chen Zhi's whole person's breath was released from the introverted, and he stepped out, and the breath on his body was like the sharpest sword blade, directly breaking through the space and heading towards the first sword monument.

And in the inn a few miles away from the sword furnace, the man who was throwing peanuts with his head up, his beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

"Chen Dao, have you finally figured it out?" Martial God Zhao Zilong swept away the drunkenness under the drinking these days, and in a trance, his entire body had disappeared.

Only the owner of the inn opened his eyes slightly, and three words fell in his ears:

"Good, good, good!"

On the small table, the spear and the sword were long gone.

......

On the second sword tablet of the sword mound, there are three people at this moment.

One of them was the scholar who had taken the pill to break the mirror before, and he was seriously injured at the moment and was recuperating under the stone stele.

On the other side of him are the two people who broke the monument last night and today.

The two of them were sitting proudly under the sword monument at the moment, and one of them shook his head and sighed: "I thought this Cai Wenzhao was such a great character before, but it turned out to be an embroidered pillow. ”

The other person smiled: "That's not it, this Cai Wenzhao can make such a poem, and he can be appreciated by the Taifu and the military advisor, so he is naturally a little talented." It is even said that he is blessed with a deep body, but it is a pity that he lacks some decisive will, and he cowers in front of the sword monument, this kind of person is actually a lot in history, and he has been a child, but then he looks forward and backward because of his false name, and loses his sharpness. It's been a few days, and I don't even dare to try the first sword monument, this kind of person, it's a pity. ”

"Indeed, being so unbearable is really a disappointment to the favor of the Taifu. ”

And while they were talking, a terrifying vibration suddenly came from under their feet.

"No, what's going on down there?"

"How can that kind of aura have the feeling of seeing Emperor Wu from a distance back then. ”

"Oh no, look, the first sword monument seems to have collapsed!"

"How could it be! That's..."

......

When the entire sword furnace was shocked and inexplicable, it was a different scene in Luoyang City.

Because of the long distance, at this moment, the news from the previous night was still on the tables in Beijing.

Cai Wenzhao assumed the identity of the host of the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, but he did not unlock the first sword tablet for a few days, and even seemed to have lost the courage to try.

In the Xiaoyao Hou Mansion, Li Guan and Guo Huai, the two of them have been silent these days, and even Li Guan smashed a precious cup in anger very rarely, which startled the maid in the house, which is similar to Li Guan is a concubine, and the status in the house is not high, how can he not know how to restrain himself today.

In the Hanlin Bachelor's Mansion, Lord Liu, who sent the invitation to Cai Wenzhao, was even more ugly at the moment, and he regretted it a little in his heart, whether it was that Taifu and the military master attached too much importance to the sacrificial wine, so that Cai Wenzhao was overwhelmed and some seedlings were fueled.