At dawn, a figure rushed from Princess Yuqing's mansion to the confused sky, Yao Caiwei looked at it for a long time, and returned to the room with a little loss, but she didn't have the heart to sleep. Ｅ『』Ω．

With her understanding of Zhuo Zangfeng, since she has recognized herself as his wife, she will never fall in love with another woman.

Although Yueyue is excellent, although he cares for him, he just reciprocates the favor and reciprocates the same, this is not love.

Yao Caiwei knows very well in her heart, but Zhuo Zangfeng, a fool, doesn't know, and he can't tell the subtle difference between love and liking.

In his heart, there is only the difference between hatred and love, and he can spare no effort to give, he dares to act, love and hate clearly, but he is a little confused emotionally.

Or...... It's just wishful thinking on her part.

In Zhuo Zangfeng's heart, he should have been measured a long time ago, and he had already known how to deal with emotional relationships, but it was not yet time.

"As he said, I don't want to hurt anyone, but harm is inevitable, I wonder if he is ready?"

Yao Caiwei thought about it, couldn't help sighing, looked up at the white of the fish belly on the window, and thought that the sky was about to dawn, this fool didn't know where he went?

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Where Zhuo Zangfeng can go, he doesn't want to go anywhere else except Yaoshan.

Just ran for nothing, there was no one on the medicine mountain, standing in the cold wind, took out the key from under the stone next to the threshold, opened the door and went in, thinking that Mo Ya must be alone, moved over to live with Xiaoni.

As for the old Taoist priest and Lu Xiaoxiao, how could they get to Chang'an in the ox cart they were riding in these days? They were also confused for a while, forgetting that they were flying with imperial qi.

Lighting the lamps and candles, the house was very clean, although he was not there, presumably Mo Ya often came back to clean up the house, lay down on the bed, and the futon was neatly stacked, and gently unfolded and drilled in.

He slept soundly, and it wasn't until the third day of the day that he got up, washed his face with cold water, and then floated down the mountain.

Following Liu Qingfeng to practice swordsmanship for many days, the growth of swordsmanship is not very clear, anyway, the art of Bigu is so advanced, and he will not feel hungry if he does not eat for three days and three nights. Unless you see delicious food, you won't have an appetite.

Thinking that Dongfang Yinyue said that the master would be out of the customs within three days, and he had to go to the Sword Shrine in the world.

We have to find a way to get the Master's Magic Sword, so that we don't have to wait for a long time to restore the Master's cultivation to the realm.

Therefore, he wanted to pay a visit to the master and ask him what kind of magic sword the master was. Moreover, the method must be ingenious, so that he cannot be aware of his relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Approaching the Zhiwuya Divine Palace, some female sword cultivators who knew him showed surprise on their faces, and they asked him about the news of His Highness Yueyue. Patiently explained to them one by one, and when he heard that the master was reading in the house, he walked straight over and pushed the door in.

The door was pushed open, and the Master was seen sitting precariously with a book in his hand, reading with relish, and not glancing at himself, but he could not move his steps.

An inconspicuous vitality stood in front of him, like a transparent wall.

When his footsteps are lifted lightly, the vitality is gently blocked, and when his steps are lifted heavily, the vitality is heavily oppressed.

The vitality cultivation of the unpredictable prophet is a supernatural cultivation that only the master can use in the world.

Zhuo Zangfeng resisted hard, and the vitality wall fluctuated slightly, but it still couldn't pass through.

The Master was expressionless and gently opened the page.

Another mysterious vitality surged, and the walls of vitality were thicker and indestructible.

Zhuo Zangfeng clenched his fist and smashed it down, only attracting a few golden rays of light.

The master said, "The kid's realm is rising very fast!, come in!" As he said that, he withdrew his vitality, and Zhuo Zangfeng floated to sit opposite him, with a faint smile on his face.

"The master's vitality is strong, and the kid can't shake it!"

"Haha! yes, I haven't seen you for a few days, you know how to be humble. The master smiled.

"Wasn't I humble before?" Zhuo Zangfeng asked suspiciously.

"I used to be a stubborn donkey!" the master said and put it down, looking at him, "You have nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Palace, say what do you want from me?"

In front of the most knowledgeable master in the world, he didn't dare to pretend too much, and now recalling his wild words in the Medicine Mountain Hall, Zhuo Zangfeng felt incredible, he was indeed bold at that time.

"I want to know the name of the magic sword that the Heavenly Sword Sect Dao Ancestor once refined the Sword Yuan?" he pondered.

"Qingfeng Dao Sword!" the master said without thinking.

There are many of these swords in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and there are also many hidden sword mounds in the world, how can you tell which one belongs to the master?

Zhuo Zangfeng was puzzled: "Qingfeng Dao Sword, could it be that Sword Saint uses such an ordinary sword?"

"If you don't use the Qingfeng Dao Sword, do you use the Kuaixue Sword?" the master asked rhetorically: "The distinction between swords and swords in the world has been a long time, and my old man also wrote books and essays to analyze swords, but now it seems to be just a joke. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng was surprised.

The master continued: "In the eyes of the supreme cultivators, all the swords in the world are average, where is there any grade, if you let an ordinary martial artist take a famous sword in the world, he will not be able to win against a sword master realm cultivator. ”

"The road is simple, and the sword is boundless. Remember!"

"I understand!" Zhuo Zangfeng had originally stepped into the supreme realm of the sword path with one foot, but at this moment, after listening to the few words of the master, he actually had a feeling of enlightenment, and he was sincerely convinced.

At this time, his psychology has changed greatly, and the original spirit of not taking the heroes of the world in his eyes still exists, but he is no longer so blind.

Revere nature instead of going against the sky.

He is no longer the hairy boy who shouted that I want to break the sky with a sword, I want you this day, and you surrender to my feet in this world.

The change of mood is reflected in practice, in the way of the sword, and even in life, and the truth is average.

"I have an omen, or a sign has appeared, the World Sword Alliance will collapse overnight, and it must have something to do with you. The Master stared at him as he spoke.

"From the moment you entered the door, I could sense the strength of your aura, and I could almost rush through my strongest Yuan Qi wall, but I didn't know why you wanted to kill all the disciples of the Sword Alliance. ”

"I ......"

The master waved his hand to stop him: "I don't want to hear the reason, remember that if you want to cultivate the supreme sword path, you must have less killing qi, otherwise you will never be able to reach the realm of the 6 Earth Immortals." ”

"All kinds of things in the world, there must be a cause and an effect, you can't show it under the realm of the great grandmaster, if your realm can't break through after a few decades, and you are only one step away from the realm of the immortals of the six lands, you will understand. ”

"For example, that sword marquis, his talent for sword cultivation is unmatched, just because he killed too much, he has never been able to break through the sword realm, you have to do it yourself, go ahead, close the door for me. ”

When the master finished speaking, he picked up the book again and began to read it carefully.

Hearing him say Xue Xuanliu, Zhuo Zangfeng naturally couldn't just leave, he still sat opposite the master, seeing that the old man didn't pay attention to himself, he had to ask.

"May I ask Master, did the Marquis of Jian ever murder the master of calligraphy back then?" I was afraid that the master would not understand it, so he continued to emphasize: "The name of that calligrapher is Hu Yanling. ”

"How can I explain the old things in a word, I don't know the details, so I have nothing to say. ”

When it came to this, Zhuo Zangfeng had no choice but to say goodbye, and when he left the Boundless Divine Palace, he thought that he had to go to the Sword Shrine in the world.

There are some things that must be faced, everything is for the relatives around you, after doing these things, I took my little daughter-in-law to live in seclusion in the Heavenly Sword Sect and lived a fairy-like life.

Looking at the mountain peak behind the Boundless Divine Palace, under the cold wind, Zhuo Zangfeng's heart was hot.