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Zhuo Zangfeng turned around, and when the night fell, the long sword was cold, and in the blink of an eye, a sweet smell floated down from him.

Zhuo Zangfeng said angrily: "If you knew that this was the place where the test papers were placed, I wouldn't have come here if I was invited by the eight sedan chairs, who are you?

The person who came didn't answer, looked at Yueyue, and sneered: "A woman dressed as a man wants to hide from people, this little girl can actually identify poison!"

He did not deny Zhuo Zangfeng's question, nor did he deny Yueyue's judgment on the poison.

The moon is reflected on the sword.

The person who came didn't speak anymore, and the long sword slashed in the air, and a white mist immediately gushed out, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

The night was torn apart by the light on the sword, and a sharp sword qi slashed straight towards Yueyue.

He didn't attack Zhuo Zangfeng this time, obviously he had already seen that this seemingly weak His Highness Yueyue had cultivated much higher.

This time, Yueyue moved faster, her feet tapped on the ground, and the sword qi hit the air, and the blue bricks on the ground were neatly drawn in a straight line, reaching the ground.

Although the dodge is extremely ingenious and looks very easy, Yueyue has already learned the strength of the other party under this sword, and it should be between the five-rank martial arts realm, and he is not an opponent at present.

The long sword of the person who came came entered again, like the huge waves of the Yangtze River, one heavy sword qi was endless, Yueyue could only dodge, but there was no time to fight back.

Zhuo Zangfeng was overwhelmed, and rushed up with a palm, but the person who came didn't look at him, and with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, a short knife flew out. Fortunately, his hand retracted quickly, otherwise the palm would have been wasted. Then the sleeve of the coat flung to the arm like lightning, and it was hot and painful.

Yueyue's strength is the Martial Arts Seven Rank Realm, and under the pressure of the opponent's sword qi, it is a hundred times more difficult to even breathe, and he can't help Zhuo Zangfeng. Seeing that he retreated in embarrassment, and even slammed against the wall, he was only in a hurry.

At this time, the long night was bleak, and a golden light crossed the dark blue sky.

One of them said loudly: "Your Highness, don't be afraid, He Bikong is here!"

As a thin old man stood on the ridge of the house, the golden light had already broken through the self-defense vitality of the fifth-rank martial artist and penetrated directly through his chest. Before he could even moan, the sword qi shattered his internal organs.

But the strange thing is that the sword did not fly back to the roof of He Bikong's empty hand, but flew directly in front of Zhuo Zangfeng, like a dancing golden dragon, circling in circles.

Zhuo Zangfeng was stunned for a moment, and opened his hand, as if he was about to grasp a handful of moonlit night.

The white horse sword roared, and suddenly fell into his palm, and it remained motionless.

He Bikong sighed and said, "There are officers and soldiers coming, let's go!"

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The three of them returned to the inn where Zhuo Zangfeng was staying in the night, and Mo Ya looked up and down at His Royal Highness Yueyue, who was dressed as a man, for a long time before she covered her mouth and laughed, and then she saw He Bikong again, with an unhappy look on her face.

He Bikong didn't pay attention to it, and while they were talking lively, he solemnly put away the white horse that Zhuo Zangfeng handed over to him, and then thought about it, and simply put the sword on his lap horizontally, pressing it with two elbows, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, it would fly away.

In fact, he took the sword and prepared to rush back to Yanzhiguo.

I was happy for a while on the medicine mountain, shaking the sword out of the sheath, seeing that the sword was shining through the blue peak, and my heart was extraordinary. However, at this moment, the white horse suddenly flew into the air, and it was not under his control, and flew straight towards the capital. No matter what means he used, the streamer-like sword just refused to stop until it flew to the Tai Academy and met Zhuo Zangfeng.

The great swordsman sat under the lamp, frowning, the sword that had followed him for most of his life was not controlled!

The great swordsman in the world who can release flying swords, or the great grandmaster above the realm, who doesn't know how to use swordsmanship? That summons this sword at will? Why does this sword "defect" when it encounters Zhuo Zangfeng? It's so disobedient!

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed out loud after listening to He Bikong's narration.

This is equivalent to an excellent guard.

He Bikong must not give up his Baiju Gap Sword, and he can't explain this sword clearly, and he doesn't know how to hand over the sword to this great swordsman who loves swords like his life.

But the most important thing is that from beginning to end, he has not summoned this sword. He doesn't have the skills either.

His Royal Highness Yueyue knew at this moment that he took Zhuo Zangfeng to peek at the test papers, but it was just wishful thinking, and this stubborn young man would never take a look. Thinking of the mysterious Yulin generals in the Paradise Primordial Saint Princess Manor, and then thinking of the martial arts five-rank realm master who killed the Tai Academy who was guarding the test papers, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

She felt that the storm brewing in the Tang Palace was getting closer and closer, and various forces were ready to move.

Leaving this temporarily homeless great swordsman at the inn, Mo Ya sent His Royal Highness Yueyue away overnight, and when he returned to the inn, it was already dawning. Zhuo Zangfeng was sleeping soundly, and the great swordsman who had intercepted them was holding the white horse through the gap sword with both arms, but he was reluctant to close his eyes and rest.

Sure enough, the next day, news came from Tai Academy that the Qingyun Bang Jinglun exam was postponed for three days.

Although the official did not say why, some sensitive ministers already have a sense of storm.

Walking out of Tai Academy, He Bikong followed closely, and it could be said that he would not leave an inch.

The two tried a few more times in a no-man's land, and as long as the white horse left He Bikong's body through the gap sword, it would fly in front of Zhuo Zangfeng. No matter how this great sword master summoned, how he sent out Xuan Gong, and how hoarse he was, this sword was just as steady as a mountain, until Zhuo Zangfeng felt a little helpless, snickered in his heart, and held it in the palm of his hand, it could stop "making noise".

In the Qingyun Bang Jinglun exam, Zhuo Zangfeng did not take it to heart. Since I was a child, I have copied Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, and I know a lot about rote memorization, thinking that the difficulty of this exam in the Qingyun List is not very great, and it is enough to cope with it to get good results, and then thinking about delaying for no reason, I feel a sense of relaxation in my heart.

Now that he has an excellent guard, he is not afraid of meeting any masters, and even if he is willing, he can bully and bully those sons and brothers who look unpleasant.

For He Bikong, as long as he doesn't leave Zhuo Zangfeng, the sword is still his own. So he naturally doesn't leave an inch, and he is penniless, and he has to rely on each other for food and accommodation, so he can be regarded as polite.

Besides, Zhuo Zangfeng didn't rely on not handing him the sword, it was because he was incompetent and couldn't subdue the white horse that he had poured half of his life's efforts into through the gap, who could blame him?

He quickly got used to it, going with the flow, which is not something anyone can do, but it is one of the qualities necessary for a practitioner.

Take advantage of this opportunity to go around Chang'an more, not only to travel the mountains and rivers, but also to increase your knowledge, maybe one day you will solve the mystery that the White Horse Sword cannot be recalled.

The sword aura of the white horse sword is sharp, and it is absolutely impossible to fall into witchcraft or be sealed, otherwise Yi Bikong's cultivation can also be sensed.

Since the flying sword is the cultivation of the cultivator's own vitality, it naturally carries the aura of the master and can sense the divine sense of the swordsman, but the flying sword refined by a great swordsman is entangled with a boy who has no cultivation for no reason, which is really the first time in the world.

For Zhuo Zangfeng, a young man who has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, not only is he accompanied by a flying sword, but also has a great sword master as an umbrella, no matter what, it is a very touching and comfortable thing to think about.

So sometimes he laughs when he thinks about it.

He Bikong was meticulous in his expression, but he didn't dare to be negligent in following behind him, and he also laughed at the wonder of this sword, countless unexpected things could happen.

Today the sun is shining, there is no need to go to the exam, the heart is relaxed, all the way to the bookstore, but there are too many streets in Chang'an, and I suddenly found that the scenery is different.

This is a street covered by willow leaves, on both sides of the teahouse and wine shops, many grease and powder girls sit on the high railing and laugh uncontrollably, Zhuo Zangfeng smells the aroma of fat powder wafting from them, thinking that this must have strayed into the brothel of the Qinglou, the spring breeze greets the guests is not the girl who sells spring and laughs? )