Shu Nong actually didn't need to rest, not to mention that she didn't feel sleepy in her current appearance, not to mention that she had been sleeping in Wutong Mountain for so many years.

It's just that in the eyes of Lu Wangyi and them, she needs to rest, and she is not interested in the conversation between the disciples of their sect, so she follows Xiao Er according to their wishes.

It wasn't until he couldn't see Shu Nong's back that Lu Wangyi stabbed Yan Changan beside him with his elbow, squeezed his eyebrows, and his expression was exaggerated: "You won't like other girls, will you?" The grace of saving lives, can this set of promises be used on you? ”

Yan Changan glanced at him sideways.

It's just nonsense, this woman is far from what is rumored, those who follow her are prosperous, and those who oppose her may stab you with a sword at any time.

But he couldn't refute anything, whether it was kindness or love, no matter what impression Shu Nong wanted to leave in the eyes of this group of people, in order to avoid being stabbed to death by her sword and get the Qingguang Sword, he had to let her come.

However, out of friendship, Yan Changan felt that it was still very necessary to remind: "Don't provoke her." ”

Lu Wangyi couldn't help laughing, nodded knowingly, patted him on the shoulder teasingly, and nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand." ”

It is not easy for the iron tree to bloom, how can he provoke other girls.

Yan Changan glanced at him and knew that he must have thought about something more, but he was in no mood to refute, so he thought wildly, said a few words to him about finding the sword, and went upstairs to rest first.

Lu Wangyi snorted, looked around at the disciples who pricked up their ears and had a high concentration of spiritual power, coughed lightly, and beckoned a few people to go back to their rooms to rest.

There were a total of seven people in the Cangyuan Sword Sect, and they were all more or less injured, and Lu Wangyi saw that there was nothing important in the sect, and after sending a message to inform the sect master of the results of this sword search, he made the decision to let a few disciples recuperate here for a few more days.

Shu Nong didn't need to cultivate, and after staying in the inn for three days, he saw that the Cangyuan Sword Sect was still locked in his room, so he prepared to go out for a walk.

This small city has no name, and there were not many people before, but after the rumor that there was a fairy sword on Wutong Mountain, more and more people came, and this city was also called Wutong City with Wutong Mountain.

Shu Nong has been in the mountains for 600 years, and when he looks at this world, he can't tell where he has changed, and he doesn't feel anything familiar.

She used Yan Changan's money to buy a roasted sweet potato on the side of the street, and fed the hot sweet potato into her mouth one bite after another in the stall owner's stunned eyes.

She actually couldn't feel whether the sweet potato was hot or not, after the spirit, everything in the mouth seemed to be cold, she could obviously feel the soft glutinous sweet potato, but the taste was very light, and she could only feel the sporadic sweetness.

Shu Nong didn't pay too much attention to it, and walked under the tree in front of him where many people gathered.

There sat an old man telling a story.

This city has a name because of Wutong Mountain, and Wutong Mountain is famous because of the fairy sword, and the old man understands what stories will be the most attractive here.

"Back then, when the former Demon Venerable Ning He wanted to bring disaster to the world, he was discovered by Liu Xianjun in time-" He deliberately dragged out his voice, even though this story was already familiar to everyone, he still couldn't help but be attracted by him.

"But the Demon Venerable is strong, and Liu Xianjun's strength is not as good as him, so he can only read the ancient books and forge the fairy sword, but unfortunately he has never been able to do it. At this moment, for the sake of the peace of the world, the fairy of Qihua sacrificed the sword with his body, and sacrificed the blue light sword with his flesh and blood, in exchange for the grace of heaven. ”

"Since then, the immortal sword has become a sword, and Liu Xianjun's strength has increased greatly, killing the demon venerable and protecting the people in the world. It's just a pity—" The old man shook his head regretfully, "Qihua Fairy and Liu Xianjun have a deep relationship, and they have reached the point of talking about marriage back then, but Yin and Yang are separated, leaving Liu Xianjun alone in the world." I heard that Liu Xianjun has been summoning the soul of his Hua Fairy every year, in order to see his sweetheart again. It's pitiful, Liu Xianjun is so affectionate, he summons souls for six hundred years, but he never sees his sweetheart again. ”

"It's true." A monk who was in the audience echoed, "Who doesn't know that Liu Xianjun has to summon spirits on September 12 every year, just to see his Hua Fairy side again." It is said that Liu Xianjun also took in a girl who was six points similar to her Hua Xianzi......"

The old man who told the story seemed to be happy that someone echoed his words, and nodded with satisfaction: "I think back then, Qihua Fairy and Liu Xianjun ......"

He talked a lot, and the audience gathered around the tree also listened very carefully, and there were even one or two emotional, because the old man's eyes were slightly red at this story, and he felt sorry for the story of Hua Xianzi and Liu Xubai.

Shu Nong listened to it, and when the old man sighed three times in a row, he suddenly sneered: "What does it mean to leave Liu Xianjun alone in the world?" ”

She asked, tilting her head slightly, in an innocent tone with a faint smile.

The old man and the group of people listening to the story looked at her together, thinking that she was looking for trouble, but when they saw this little girl in a pink dress and a pink skirt, there was no trace of malice in her clean and clear eyes, but what she said was extremely mean.

She wrinkled her nose, as if she was very puzzled: "Since he likes Shu Nong so much, he is so affectionate that he has to summon spirits every year for six hundred years, just to see it again, then why doesn't he die?" If he's dead, won't he be able to see Shu Nong? You don't have to summon spirits every year. ”

The old man looked at her in shock, not only the old man, but also many people in the audience frowned, thinking that her speech was unpleasant.

The old man's fingers at her trembled slightly: "You girl, how can you be so vicious? That's the immortal monarch who protects the peace of the people! How do you talk like that! ”

Shu Nong smiled, stared at by this group of people, but he was not afraid at all, and nodded according to the old man's words: "Yes, he is an immortal monarch who protects the safety of the common people, and he is a great hero in the human world." So what is there for him to be pitied? When he needed strength, someone sacrificed his sword to refine it into a fairy sword, and he didn't sacrifice a sword, and the person who was burned by the real fire was not him, and now he has gained fame and fortune, and there is a beautiful woman on his side, why do you say that he is pitiful? ”

"Who is the pitiful one? It's the grandmother who died of her granddaughter, the parents who lost their daughter, the brother who lost her sister, who in this world loves Shu Nong more than her parents and relatives? She pretended to frown, looking very sad and distressed, "Liu Xubai is so pitiful, she has strength, fame, and she has found a stand-in under the banner of deep love, but she can't see her sweetheart again, it's really pitiful." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly sneered, her brows loosened, and she bent her eyes: "Old man, you just praise his benevolence and praise his merits, and it doesn't hurt to say that he and Shu Nong were in love in the past, what pity him?" Just because Shu Nong is dead, he is not dead? ”

The old man was furious, and reprimanded: "You are really mean, you are pitiful without your relatives, and you are not worthy of pity if you lose your sweetheart?" If you lose your sweetheart, you can't even say a word of thought, and you can't live? ”