The incident on the Central Street of Chang'an City ended with Su Qingming handing over a sword.

A sword slashed through the central street and forced Yang Yuanying back thirty zhang.

The city is boiling.

After going back, because of this self-provoking incident on the Central Street, the relationship between the Yang family and the Sword Sect became a little delicate, Yang Yuanying lost a meal in vain, and could only invite Princess Yingcheng another day, and he also lost a face in the capital, and the disciples involved were severely punished, especially Yang Qiong, who had just returned from law enforcement in the north not long ago, was deposed by the "Seven Pulses" and was deposed as a disciple of the red robe and locked up in the forbidden place in the mansion.

After Su Qingming handed out the sword, the front of the mansion was truly quiet.

Only this mansion is quiet.

The city was full of storms.

All kinds of voices are endless.

"The new Sword Sect's leader is a fierce man, it seems that it is not going to be peaceful, what about those holy places that wanted to suppress him in the first place, why didn't any of them stand up?"

"Emperor Wu City has just changed the city lord, and Chi Nu has followed his master to practice, and I don't know when he will return to Chang'an City."

"Fufeng of the Demon City of Northern Town, walking all over the world, seems to be looking for an opponent who can be seen, according to the Red Anger After breaking the realm, Fufeng still went to Liubo Mountain, trying to challenge the half-human and half-demon genius, and finally was stimulated, except for the Red Anger, he wanted to find another one in the same realm who could fight, I'm afraid it would be difficult. The Holy Son of those holy lands is not a fool, no one wants to fight with this martial idiot, there is no seriousness in Fufeng's shot, and the competition before the Great Dynasty Meeting, if it is ruthless, it is not a good thing to hurt the body or Dao heart. ”

"I don't know how the head of this Sword Sect is compared to those fierce men, the storm is coming, and it may take a while to see the duel between them."

The Mai Taoist had a very full schedule, and after the birthday ceremony, he still stayed in Chang'an City, and he would not leave here until the completion of one academy after another.

Thanks to Li Shu.

The linen-robed Taoist stopped many invitations and reluctant invitations for Su Qingming.

Su Qingming handed out the sword on the central street, and after repelling Yang Yuanying, he could be regarded as really gaining a foothold in the capital, and he gave a resounding slap in the face to the questioning of the strength of the outside world, and with it, there was a great friendship and contact.

The imperial power family of the capital, and many big forces, are trying to have some friendship with the first seat of the Sword Sect, and the invitation in front of Su Qingming can be arranged from this year's New Year's Pass to next year's New Year's Pass.

"Open your mouth."

"Ahh

Zhuo Ru sat on the edge of the bed, holding a porridge bowl with one hand, the bowl was full of thick eight-treasure porridge, and the other hand carried a porcelain spoon and dug a spoonful, blew it gently, pursed his lips, and tried the temperature quite intimately, and then sent it to someone who was "famous".

This Sword Sect's first seat was completely different from what the outside world imagined.

After overdrawing five drops of Yuan liquid, Su Qingming's body couldn't withstand the huge pressure of withdrawal, just like a teenager who drank for the first time, he didn't know his depth at all, and he "blew up" a thunderbolt for the sake of face, and felt okay for the first time, and then returned to the mansion and fell to the ground suddenly, fortunately, there was no major problem, he lay down groggily, closed his eyes tightly, and looked like a dead man, but the scourge was left for thousands of years, so he didn't die and hung a soothing breath.

Zhuo Ru didn't know how many times she saw Su Qingming's appearance, she was angry, useless was useless, after getting used to it, no matter how seriously injured this guy was, as long as she still had a breath, she had seen how miserable the girl was, and if she couldn't die, she could come back, so good.

Su Qingming, who was numb and couldn't move, swallowed a mouthful of porridge, swallowed it with a grunt, and let out a hearty sigh.

For the first time in my life, I realized that it was an extremely happy thing to be able to open my mouth to eat.

He had just collapsed, at first he couldn't move, he was conscious, but he was immersed in pain, he couldn't move his fingers, he couldn't open his eyes, he was sweating countless times, he could hear the girl's voice, but all the sounds were piled up in the back of his head, constantly amplifying, stimulating every nerve.

Su Qingming couldn't respond.

Falling asleep, waking up again, and so on.

The real life is like a year.

When he woke up and found that he could open his eyes, the paralyzing feeling was still there, and he couldn't move or speak.

But what made Su Qingming feel warm in his heart was that he opened his eyes and saw Zhuo Ru's face.

"Hungry?"

“。。。”

"Thirsty?"

“。。。”

"What's wrong?"

Unable to speak, she could only make eye contact, Su Qingming rolled her eyes up and down with difficulty, and the extremely smart girl understood what he meant.

Eat porridge. Drink. Change of clothes.

When the porridge was ready, Su Qingming was able to speak, and he said the things on Central Street in a weak voice.

Zhuo Ru has known for a long time, these streets and alleys are spreading, the front of the mansion is unusually quiet, before and after, there are many respectful and polite people who are unusual, and many invitations are rejected by her.

Even so, she still listened to Su Qingming very patiently, and when Su Qing spoke, she would pause, and she would feed the porridge that had just been blown cold to Su Qingming's mouth

"That's the way it is"

After Su Qing finished, he was a little glad that the Sword Sect had always been alone, and there were no allies, there was only the Sword Sect in Yuanzhou, this is the Tang Dynasty, and the only thing that can be regarded as a relationship is the moral outlook, this Taoist Temple is deserted, even with the Sword Sect, there is no contact all year round.

Using five drops of Yuan Liquid by himself and handing out that sword was really a bit hurtful.

Fainting and falling, sealing the six senses, is a kind of self-protection, if it weren't for this kind of protection, Su Qingming would probably drain all the savings in his body without knowing it, and then maybe he fell, or he fell forever.

Su Qingming secretly sweated in his heart, feeling a little afraid.

Young people are fearless.

If the Sword Sect has many allies, he came to the house to thank and congratulate him, and found that Su Qingming was such a lying corpse, playing at the bottom of the kettle on Central Street, and when the news leaked, all his painstaking plans came to naught.

He was a little dry-mouthed and asked, "Did you cause a lot of right and wrong?" ”

The girl nodded with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I refused, no one knows what you look like." ”

Su Qingming let out a long sigh of relief.

In the final analysis, it is still not enough for your own realm, if your realm can be a little higher and break through the back realm, things will become much simpler.

At least when dealing with Yang Yuanying, there was no need to arrange so many prerequisites, and in the end, relying on the "White Bone Plain", he took advantage of a sword.

"For the rest of the day, you have a good rest and don't go out again." Zhuo Ru finished feeding the porridge, pulled up a good-looking face, the girl had long hair, a hair rope tied behind her head, long hair to the waist, the fireplace in the mansion was burning, the temperature was suitable, she only wore a thin line of clothing, outlining a beautiful waistline.

Su Qingming hummed weakly.

When he came back from Hanging Feather City, he found that the girl's temperament had changed, the previous delicate and soft like a stamen, slowly bloomed, and changed her appearance, perhaps the "sword hidden" left by Zhuo Jianzun was finally ignited, the sparks were shaking, and the girl was full of sword intent.

He has never been able to see through the realm of girls.

Before entering Hanging Feather City, the girl should have reached the peak of the dust, and the attack of that shadow completely stimulated the sword in her body, Zhuo Ru now seems to be a different person, Su Qingming can vaguely see the familiar aura from her words and deeds.

Zhuo Ru is Zhuo Jianzun's back.

Su Qingming seemed to understand a little bit that the tiger father had no dogs, and what was inherited in the sword treasure was probably the spiritual treasure of the sword honor.

Lying on the bed, the girl was sitting not far away, she calmly flipped through some books, these days it has always been like this, in order to take care of Su Qingming, she moved some ancient books to the desk in Su Qingming's room.

Su Qingming closed his eyes and recuperated, he recalled the moment when he faced off with Yang Yuanying on Central Street.

When he touched the sword by himself, he exhausted five drops of yuan liquid, and the fleeting sword intent.

Fighting against any master is a valuable asset, Su Qingming didn't have the slightest experience before he walked out of the Sword Sect, he summed up the lessons in the actual battle, and accumulated bit by bit, if he changed the method of handing the sword at the beginning, maybe he could save some yuan liquid?

He was groping slowly, replaying that image in his mind, immersed in it.

Zhuo Ru girl, who was not far from Su Qingming's bed, was sitting on a rattan chair, bathing in the sunlight outside, half of her body was in the light, she was holding an ancient scroll, and her expression looked calm and natural.

The sword was hiding in a faint red glow.

Su Qingming didn't know that this ancient scroll was no longer the "son-mother array" that the girl had studied.

The girl was holding the ancient scroll, reading it was extremely difficult, her expression did not see the slightest fluctuation, the corners of her lips were slightly curled, and there was even a hint of joy in it.

Read about the sunshine and read about the sunset.

The two of them laughed, and the girl fed Su Qingming dinner. It didn't take long for the sour and astringent "tide" of the overdrawn essence liquid to rush up, and Su Qingming fell asleep again in a groggy state.

The girl returned to the house and looked around, her face calm.

She placed the closed scroll on the table.

She knew that the sword on Central Street was definitely not something that Su Qingming could cut out now.

Su Qingming paid a bad price for this sword.

Everyone has secrets, and she won't ask more.

The girl looked at the bright light in the room, one sword after another, the tip of the sword moved as she moved, always keeping it aimed at herself, dense, thousands of times hanging the sword, just hanging in the house, she took a breath lightly, and the red mark in the center of her eyebrows shone brightly.

Kenzo.

Hidden Sword.

The sword weapon shrank into the center of his eyebrows, and the sword qi was surging.

The girl's face was as usual, and she picked up the scroll.

The three words of the sword scroll are impressive, with a strong sword aura.

A sword collection, a sword weapon, an ancient text.

This is the last relic that Zhuo Jianzun left to his descendants.