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In the crowd of people rushing home, under the fluttering wine flag opposite, He Bikong looked at Zhuo Zangfeng, who was sweating all over his body, and said coldly.

From the distant Yan Zhiguo to Chang'an, he explored the Yamen of the Ministry of War and visited countless taverns and inns, but there was no news of Zhuo Zangfeng.

The white horse is the favorite thing in his life, and naturally he will not give up. Along the way, he ate and slept in the open, and although his cultivation realm was profound, he was not the kind of cultivator who was good at the art of bigulfing.

The practitioner's patience for hunger was much stronger than that of ordinary people, but he was flustered and short of breath after not eating for three days. He Bikong disdains stealing, disdains robbing, and can't pull down begging, which can be regarded as suffering a lot.

This time, entrusted by Princess Mu, I thought that I would finish things quickly, and I didn't have a penny in my pocket. This is a bitter pain for this "Four Divine Realm" great sword master, but fortunately, his hard work paid off, but when he was disappointed, he accidentally found the target he was looking for here.

When Zhuo Zangfeng saw him, he chuckled in his heart, oh no! This guy is very difficult.

However, he was quickly relieved, although He Bikong looked ruthless and kept saying that he wanted to kill, he had never found the real killing machine in him, and some of them were only his powerful qi as a cultivator.

"Mr. He, long time no see!

He Bikong's face was full of smoke and dust, his originally meticulous hair was scattered, and there were several large openings hanging on the placket, revealing the color of the shirt inside.

He looked at the steaming big iron pot, the busy figure of the wonton shop owner, smelled the smell of fragrance, and couldn't help but sit next to Zhuo Zangfeng.

Zhuo Zang rushed inside and beckoned, "Three more bowls of wontons." ”

He Bikong didn't speak, watched the wontons come and ate them in one go, and even drank the soup to the point where there was no left. Then he took it upon himself to order two bowls, and then finished eating it slowly, burping twice, and then looked at Zhuo Zangfeng.

"Where's my sword?"

Zhuo Zangfeng smiled: "Isn't your sword at the bottom of the pool?

He Bikong said angrily: "You don't pretend to be confused for me, although the old man lost his vitality at that time, he was not blind." I clearly saw the sword fly into the stone wall and saved your life, and then the sword and people couldn't see it, if you didn't take it, he could still fly automatically?"

In fact, Zhuo Zangfeng already knew that He Bikong was determined to find a sword, and he had no intention of killing. He didn't want to rely on the other party's sword to withhold, although he was reluctant to give it up, but he still couldn't do that kind of scoundrel behavior.

"Why don't you think the princess took it?"

He Bikong snorted and said, "The royal princess is critical to fleeing for her life, where can she take care of the old man's sword?" It must be done by you, a stinky boy who is not greedy enough." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed, seeing that he was already confident, and he didn't hide it, and asked: "I wonder, why can't you recall your sword yourself?" It is said that with your cultivation, summoning a flying sword from a hundred miles away, it should be said that it is foolproof, and the worst can be found by looking at the sword qi, but you have not found me until now." ”

He Bikong's brows furrowed, and he said, "The old man also feels strange! Since entering Chang'an, I have sent out vitality every day in order to sense the hiding place of the White Horse Passing Gap Sword, but I have never seen the sword qi, let alone recall it. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng was puzzled: "In the past, Lei Huan, a Jin man, looked at the purple aura in the bullfight, so he ordered someone to dig the foundation of the Fengcheng cell, and sure enough, he got the two swords of Longquan and Tai'a, Mr. He's cultivation is much better than that Lei Huan, and he can't even recall his own sword, it seems that this sword is not suitable for you." ”

He Bikong's face changed color, and he said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, you kid is full of treachery, the old man doesn't want to be fooled by you again, hurry up and hand over the sword, otherwise I will kill you!"

Zhuo Zangfeng was also furious, slapped the table and said, "You dare! Do you know who the person in front of you is?

He Bikong ignored it, "The old man doesn't care who he is?"

Listening to the more the two of them talked, the more angry they became, Yueyue had already known He Bikong's identity during their conversation, and at this time, she took out a black jade-like whine from her body and put it on her bright red lips to play it gently.

"Woo ......"

It was as if a burst of green smoke swept up, slowly melting into a faint white mist with the undulating syllables, and a gust of wind blew, and the sky was white and vast;

He Bikong changed color in horror, took a closer look at Yueyue a few times, and thought that this was the royal thing of Yan Zhiguo. There is a cultivator's vitality nourishment on Woo Du, and ordinary people or even cultivators, without corresponding cultivation, or after the original owner's unlocking of the sigil, they can't control this artifact at all. Hurriedly saluted: "I know that the idler He Bikong outside the country pays a visit to His Highness Yueyue!"

Yueyue suddenly saw the people of her hometown, and suddenly heard this familiar but now somewhat unfamiliar local sound, and her nose was slightly astringent.

There was a glint in her eyes, but she smiled and helped the white-haired great swordsman to his feet.

This is everyone's affection rooted in their hearts, a kind of hometown and the greatest respect for their homeland.

Those who are as powerful as He Bikong are no exception.

Looking at the torn clothes hanging on the shoulders of this great swordsman, remembering that he had traveled thousands of miles to find his sword, and he could be regarded as a person of extreme affection, Yueyue turned her head to look at Zhuo Zangfeng.

"Master Zhuo, return Mr. He's sword to Mr. Zhuo! I owe you a favor. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng has never paid much attention to things outside his body, and if it weren't for this great sword master, he and Princess Datang wouldn't be able to find the Heavenly Dao Divine Pool so easily, so he said: "The sword is in the medicine mountain, if Mr. He is in a hurry to get it back, you can go and find Zaligu." ”

He Bikong listened, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is the medicine mountain you are talking about the medicine mountain of the Infinite Divine Palace?" Seeing Zhuo Zangfeng nodding, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"In any place in Chang'an, the old man's divine sense can sense the place of Zhongnan Mountain, but every time the vitality runs to the Zhiwuya Divine Palace, the divine consciousness cannot advance, and the vitality is like hitting the mountain wall.

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly realized, it turned out that He Bikong could not recall his sword, because he encountered a stronger Yuan Qi blockade between heaven and earth, it must have been the strange master, he turned his head to look at Yueyue, at this time His Royal Highness also looked at him, the two smiled heartily, and did not speak.

Fortunately, at this time, the shops began to close, and people were in a hurry to go home, and they couldn't pay attention to these three strange guys, otherwise if Yueyue was recognized, it would inevitably surround many people and cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

In fact, the Tang people are well-dressed, and there are many similarities between men and women, although Yueyue is very well hidden, how can she hide it from this great sword master with a high cultivation realm?

The three of them walked out of the market, saw an official urging the shops to close, and immediately turned west.

At night in Chang'an, a full moon rises from the east, and the night breeze of spring caresses lightly, which has an intoxicating artistic conception.

Yueyue was afraid that He Bikong would not be able to speak clearly to Zhaligu when he went to Yaoshan, so that he would alarm the master, or the eldest aunt of Qiu Fengping, and say that the great swordsman of the homeland would suffer a big loss, so she explained the path to him, asked him to take the sword by himself, and told him not to alarm anyone.

With He Bikong's cultivation, Zhongnanshan was coming in the blink of an eye, he thought about the sword heartily, said goodbye to Yueyue, and didn't wait for the princess to explain two more sentences, and suddenly made a black shadow, and disappeared into the blue night sky in an instant.

Yueyue looked at it, watched the great sword master go, and still looked up at the bright full moon.

After a long time, she looked back and smiled.

"Can you accompany me to Leyouyuan, where do I want to see the moon? ”

Then she turned around again, looked at the lights of Chang'an Wanjia, and said softly: "When the moon sinks, the people are also sleeping peacefully, I will take you to see the Qingyunbang Jinglun exam papers." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly felt his heart tremble, a sword light appeared in front of him, and then he heard a long dragon groan, and he thought inexplicably: "He Bikong is going so fast! ”

With such a humble realm, he could actually sense the sword intent from a hundred miles away!

Therefore, he didn't hear the last words of His Royal Highness Yueyue. (To be continued.) )