Li Chenan didn't know what kind of situation the Sword Washing Building was facing.

But his master's name is Wu Xichen!

Since the owner of the Sword Washing Building is the master's younger brother, he is his own uncle.

If the Sword Washing Building is really in trouble, he will help no matter what-

Regardless of whether you can help or not, you must do your best to help, because there is also a master's grave in the Sword Washing Building!

Of course, if you can enter the Forgetfulness Terrace and understand the eighteen methods of the Fuji Zhou Tianjue, it will be easier to help wash the sword building.

Should have made some arrangements.

For example, secretly get the Xuanjia Battalion into the Sword Washing Building.

After all, it sounds like the danger faced by this Sword Washing Tower comes from the royal family of the Wu Kingdom...... In the face of a country, even if he really becomes a great master, at most he will save a few more people.

If the Xuanjia Battalion is in the Sword Washing Building, I'm afraid it will be able to save a few more swords.

It will definitely be extinguished by the machinery of the state, and it would be better to dig out the urn of ashes of the master and bring it back to Peach Blossom Mountain in Guangling City for joint burial.

But now his identity cannot be revealed.

Then you can't summon the Xuanjia Battalion.

Then it is necessary to delay the timing of the Wu royal family's action on the Sword Washing Tower, and wait for more than a year.

In more than a year, it will be clear whether Zhongli Ruoshui can be saved.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan hugged Zhongli Ruoshui's small waist again.

His dantian became hot again, and the internal force flowed faster.

After all, you can't do more.

Why is this dog's second day recipe so tormenting?

In Xia Hua's sight, Li Chenan suddenly let go of his left hand, raised it in front of his eyes and looked at it, with a loveless face.

Iniquity!

I can't even use my hands anymore!

This is God's greatest punishment for the sins I committed in my last life!

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Whether it is sad or joyful, you can't stop under your feet, because hope is ahead.

August 14 of the 24th year of Zhaohua.

Li Chen'an and his entourage arrived at Xilancheng, Hexi Prefecture, Wu State.

It was only about three days' walk from Kure, Kyoto, and Tohsu Castle at their pace.

After passing through Hexi Prefecture, it is Hedong Prefecture.

Dongxu City is located in Hedong Prefecture.

The Washing Sword Tower is a hundred miles outside Dongxu City!

As the state capital of Hexi Prefecture, Xilan City is very large and prosperous.

But this prosperity is theirs, Li Chenan...... There is no love in life.

It's getting late, and I'll have to live in Xilan City tonight, because Zhongli Ruoshui is getting more and more tired.

Leading the way is Xia Hua.

She seemed familiar with the place.

When the carriage stopped, Li Chenan led Zhong Liruo underwater and stopped in front of the door of this inn, and Li Chenan looked up 🤲 at the lantern hanging at the door-

"Yuelai Inn!"

He found that this Yuelai Inn was not simple, so he looked at Xia Hua and asked:

"This inn ...... Is it opened by one man? Or is it a coincidence in the name? ”

Xia Hua was stunned, she didn't know.

"It's probably a coincidence, who can have such a large financial resource to open so many inns in various countries?"

Also.

How many Yuelai inns have you met along the way?

If it's the same boss...... This is truly a rich country!

Li Chenan didn't think much about it, they walked into the inn, and as soon as they stepped into the lobby of the inn, they saw that the lobby was full of people, and they heard the lively noise:

"Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, our talented people from Hexi Prefecture will gather together to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival in this Yuejian Academy in Xilan City!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time at the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is an old Confucian from Kyoto, who is said to be going to judge three poems with the masters of our Yuejian Academy and send them to Kyoto!"

"Our Yuejian Academy has lost to Wanlin Academy in Dongxu City in the past ten years...... This time, you must win back some face for Tsukimi Academy! ”

Xia Hua turned her head to look at Li Chen'an.

Li Chenan had no interest in this.

He was now focused on the Fuji Zhou Tian Jue.

He just wants to rush to the Sword Washing Building as soon as possible, enter the Forgetfulness Platform as soon as possible, and be able to break through the eighteen French styles of the Infinite Zhou Tianjue and enter the Great Grandmaster as soon as possible!

Because only in this way can Zhongli Ruoshui be cured, and only then can he get the sexual blessings he wants!

As for the rest...... it!

Xia Hua didn't know why Mr. was in such a hurry to wash the sword building, she naturally hoped that Mr. could also participate in this Mid-Autumn Festival.

It will definitely be a good story.

It's a pity that Mr. has no intention.

Also, Mr. is indifferent to fame and fortune, and with Mr. seeing through Hongchen's state of mind, he will definitely not take such a poem in his eyes.

She went to the counter.

It seemed to show a sign to the old shopkeeper.

Li Chen'an saw that the old shopkeeper looked at them in great surprise, and then said something to Xia Hua very carelessly.

After a while, the old shopkeeper beckoned, and a little second came running.

Xia Hua turned around and came to Li Chen'an's side, "Sir, my sister......"

Zhongli Ruoshui did not resist this title, and was very happy.

After a long journey, the student thought that his husband and his wife were tired and needed a quiet rest, so they chartered the South Courtyard...... Sir, Master, please! ”

Under the guidance of the little two, Li Chenan and his entourage walked through the lobby and came to the moon gate to the patio.

As soon as his forefoot stepped over the moon gate, he heard a voice in his ear:

"Do you think it's interesting for this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy to compete for each other?"

Li Chenan turned around and saw a handsome young man holding up a wine glass, sighed and said:

"I think you all know that during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the Ningguo literary circle."

"I think you have memorized the fifteen words from that poetry meeting."

The young man drank a glass of wine, looked at the gazes that fell on his face, and said indifferently:

"The poet immortal Li Chen'an, written into sixteen poems."

He wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering and dispersion cleanly, even if there was still some left...... Ladies and gentlemen, "

The young man glanced at the students and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think can write a better Mid-Autumn Festival speech to surpass him?!" ”

The young man stood up suddenly, and laughed, "It's not that my son opposes you to write the Mid-Autumn Festival, but ...... With Li Chen'an's pearl and jade in front, I am afraid that it will be difficult to learn from you, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to be a tile stone! ”

"The poems finally decided by Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy can't escape the comparison between them and Li Chen'an's poems after all......

"Comparing the ending after that, of course, it is obvious that Li Chen'an's name as a poet immortal is not in vain...... Even if you win the first prize in this poetry meeting, what joy will you have? ”

At this moment, a young man at the other table also stood up suddenly, and asked with a sullen face:

"Pu Gongzi, since ancient times, there has been no first and no second, according to what you say, don't we scholars have to write any poems and articles anymore?"

The boy surnamed Pu grinned: "Of course you can write it, after all, it can also cultivate sentiment, but your purpose is to compare!" ”

"You can't compare to him when he is alive, what ...... after he dies"

He walked towards the door, "After he dies, his poetry will become a swan song, you ......"

He suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to pull: "All the scholars in the future, it is impossible to win against him again!" ”

"Because of the poet immortal, there is only one!"

"He's become a legend, even if you want to win him, you'll have to go to the Netherworld to find him!"

The corners of Li Chen'an's mouth curled, this Pu Gongzi is a little interesting.

It's just a little interesting.

He didn't take it to heart.

He was about to withdraw his gaze and step into the patio when suddenly, a voice came from outside:

"Helmsman, Bu Jinghong is here!"

"Well, go in and kill him!"

The young man surnamed Pu had just stepped out of the lobby door with one foot.

He happened to bump into the first person rushing in!

The man didn't even look at him, but slashed at him head-on.

Everyone's faces changed.

Li Chenan sighed slightly: "Hey......! ”

The young man surnamed Pu admired himself after all, and Xiao Wu said that saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

So, he waved his hand.