Xu Renqing decisively helped her back, opened his hand and pressed the person inward again.

His eyes fell on the window, and his heart was full of thoughts, on the day of the wedding, he would hang ten miles of red makeup for her for seven days. No, what is the red makeup of ten miles, he wants to put a lamp with merit hidden in her again, a hundred and thousands of lamps.

and her birthday, on the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival, he wants to bloom all over the mountain, whether it is from the country or from the country, it doesn't matter. No matter where she is, as long as she can see it, it has to be a sea of flowers.

So, he plans to leave immediately tomorrow.

Go early and return early, this is what he promised Jiumu.

The next morning, when Jiumu woke up, the person was gone, and she vaguely remembered what someone was saying in her ear when it was still dark.

She walked around the pharmacy, only to see the small figure in the kitchen, scratched her brows and asked, "Wuyou, where is Xu Renqing?" ”

"He left early in the morning, saying that he would go early and return early, and let me take care of you."

"Oh." Kugi sat at the dining table, a little overwhelmed, and reached out to point to the table and looked around the room again.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the pharmacy, and she quickly stood up, thinking that what he meant by going early and returning early.

When I walked to the door, I realized that it was just a wanderer.

Rogue Xing hugged his hands and bowed, and said helplessly: "I haven't met anyone a few times after coming down, but I finally saw it today." ”

Jiumu nodded and said with a smile: "There was something a few days ago, you don't have to come out of your way to thank you, after all, I owe it to your general." This next stroke writes off the Yangguan Road where each goes its own way. ”

After speaking, she turned her back and entered the room, called Wuyou Dao tea, and there was a guest.

Wanderer Xing was very embarrassed, this matter was what he asked for privately, how to tell her that she owed a lot of debts to the general.

He simply didn't explain, propped his knees on the chair and said: "The general is very happy about the Spring Festival, and the people are soft-spoken, you have done your best, and you have also learned to dance, and your gratitude is overflowing." ”

Jiumu stood up and replied admittedly: "Thank you, since you have watched the Spring Festival, you have face, and you have to keep up." Jiangzhou people are mixed, and he should do his best to sit here, and he can't waste the piety of believers in vain. ”

"The general is young, and the incense is at its peak, it is inevitable that he is impetuous, and he is naturally inferior to Si Liang Xianjun and the main god. In the next step, we must do our best to assist in persuasion. Do not say. ”

Wanderer Xing paused suddenly, took a short knife from his waist and placed it on the table between the two, and said, "This is a short knife specially made by a skilled craftsman from the Heavenly Realm. He looked at the long sword poked next to the medicine cabinet, lowered his head and said, "Although it is not as valuable as your sword... ”

Jiumu grabbed the short knife and looked at it in his hand, and directly interrupted him: "It's a good knife, and I also lack a self-defense that is convenient to carry around." It's just that you said that my saber is precious, so do you know its origin? ”

The drifter walked to the medicine cabinet and grabbed his sword, and as he put his hand on the white cloth, he asked, "Can you see it below?" ”

"Yes."

He unfolded his sword very respectfully, and his pupils fluttered slightly as he held the hilt. This feels.

It's hard to do it.

Swish.

The sword is unsheathed, and the cold light is cold. He didn't look at it for long, and the sword didn't seem to be very satisfied with the person holding him at this time, and began to tremble slightly.

Rogue Xing gritted his teeth, and his eyes began to become restless. Seeing that the momentum was not right, Jiuki rushed over and pressed his hand, and the sword was sheathed.

He sat down in his chair, closed his eyes, pondered and composure for a long time before he spoke: "Under the guts, you asked someone to build this sword yourself?" ”

"No, it's a gift."

"Gifts? Did this person tell you that this sword can't be used on a rainy day? ”

Jiumu nodded, listening to his questions, he knew that this sword might not be simpler than he thought.

"This sword is collectively referred to as the bone sword. Look at its agitation, I think you haven't given it a name yet. ”

"I've heard of the Bone Sword." Jiumu only knows the truth of making a sword from ashes, but he doesn't know that he has to give it a name to resist the restlessness. Obviously, she used it very easily, and she didn't have the expression of Fang Cai Lang Kexing at all.

"You are not an ordinary bone sword, ordinary is nothing more than using other people's ashes to beg for others, your sword is made of the ashes of the mortal body of a god."

Jiu Mu paused and said dumbly: "God's?!" ”

"You can't be wrong." Wanderer Xing looked at Jiumu differently at this time, and then said: "The mortal bodies of the gods are all placed in the bone storage hall, and a certain god there at this time must have lost half of his ashes. ”

At this dosage, half of it is not enough. The ashes can be stored in the bone hall, which proves that this god is still in the heavenly realm, and has not been relegated to the mortal world or died.

The pain of bruising the bones, in addition to that immortal in the heavenly realm, there is also an immortal who is so cruel to himself.

He suddenly propped up the arm of the chair and said, "I only know one bone sword made of the ashes of the gods, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the second one." ”

"Who's in your hands now?"

"Who else can be so ruthless but the water god."

"Yiziming?" Jiumu was a little puzzled holding the sword, and they all said that the water god Yiziming was rigorous but not friendly, what did he make the bone sword for?

Lang Kexing looked outside the door and suddenly stood up and said, "It's not early, I'm busy here, I have to go back quickly." ”

"You want to go back to the Heavenly Realm?"

"Yes, there is still something to discuss with Si Liang Xianjun."

"I'll go with you, and I have something to ask him."

Jiumu explained the matter to Wuyou, grabbed the sword and followed the wanderer to the Changping Palace. She was a little surprised, surprised that the divine power in her hands had increased beyond her imagination, in order to suppress the ghost qi on Li Ying's body that day, she had clearly exhausted her divine power, how could she recover so quickly now.

Outside the Changping Palace, the immortal official Changming looked at General Tiancheng, who couldn't beat Si Liang's eight poles, and came rashly, he was really a rare guest.

Moreover, with that miscellaneous god.

Chang Ming said respectfully: "Immortal Jun is now discussing matters with His Highness the Water God, and he will not see any guests for the time being. ”

Kugi raised his hand and wrapped a strand of hair around his fingers, thinking that he would meet whoever he mentioned.

Drifter Xing seemed to have something important to do, and he did not intend to give up this visit because of the words of the immortal official. Said solemnly, "Then we will wait here, please ask the immortal official to go in and pass it on." ”

Bang dang.

Without waiting for anyone to look up, the immortal official closed the door.

Jiumu helplessly patted Ronin Xing's shoulder and said, "His stinky face was thrown to me, just take you by the way." ”

Rogue Xing was a little puzzled, followed her slowly to the garden behind the palace, and thought for a long time before asking, "Why?" ”

"It's a long story." She sat on a stone and crossed Erlang's legs, "I fell from the sky that day, sat him under his buttocks, and knotted him." ”

Sitting under the butt?

Wanderer Xing indifferently woke up and said, "It turns out that the miscellaneous god that has gone viral in the heavenly realm is you." ”

Jiumu scratched his nose, "Your general didn't tell you?" ”

He shook his head, there were too many things on his shoulders, and the general was so busy that he didn't have time to chat with the general about rumors.

"With all due respect, Si Liang Xianjun's Prince Pavilion is magnificent, so you can lose more than 800 years of life, which is not much."