Ling He's brows were furrowed, and a clear line revealed the master's displeasure and confusion at the moment.

"So?"

"Xie Zhao, I don't know what your identity is, I don't know why you stole the 'Golden Terrace' of the Road Wound Sparrow, and I don't know how your cultivation stole his natal sword from the martial arts power of the half-step Void Heaven Realm.

But I only know that your actions are tantamount to pulling out the whiskers of a tiger's mouth, moths to the fire, and killing yourself! ”

Ling or angry.

In the past two years since he first came out of the rivers and lakes, the first friend he met was Han Changsheng, and the second friend he met was Xie Zhao.

Along the way, he has long regarded the two of them as friends who share weal and benement. Now seeing her dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water and does not know whether she is alive or dead, how can she not be in a hurry?

"What kind of character is the 'Golden Terrace' Lu Hurt Sparrow, you can't be unaware! His natal sword was lost, and he would never rest so easily!

I know that with your martial arts realm cultivation, even if you wanted to return the 'Golden Terrace' before, you didn't have that chance, and being found out was tantamount to sending you to death. But now is a good time to find out about it quietly.

As long as you hand over the 'Golden Terrace' to me, and then I will take advantage of the crowd outside the gate of the Shentai Palace in the past two days to see the crowd, take advantage of the chaos to pour it into the Shentai Palace with internal force, and then use the crowd of onlookers as a cover to get out smoothly.

Most of the masters of the Shentai Palace are in the upper three peaks, and the outer palace at the foot of the mountain is full of some junior disciples of the outer sect with a low martial arts realm, and with my realm, I will definitely not be found by those outer door little dao children. At that time, the matter will be unaware. ”

Ling He's words can be regarded as very reassuring.

Obviously, he was talking about the excitement of "asking" outside the Shentai Palace when Han Changsheng was talking about it, and his heart moved and he had a measure.

After carefully thinking about the feasibility and success rate of this matter, he opened this mouth with good intentions.

Who knew that Xie Zhao didn't appreciate it.

She sighed and said, "Ling Or, I know that you mean well.

But I can't return the 'Golden Terrace' back to the Shentai Palace, but I really didn't steal this sword. ”

Therefore, even if the road wound bird loses his natal sword, he will not go to the rivers and lakes to search for the so-called "thieves".

Ling Or frowned at her.

The expression on his face was cold and unusual, very serious, and the expression seemed to say: Do you think I believe your nonsense?

He shook his head in confusion.

"Xie Zhao, when has this been? Your people are under the feet of the wounded finch on the 'Golden Terrace' Road in Zhaoge City, even if you are clever in your words, what is the use of deceiving me and Han Changsheng?

No matter how good the sword is, you have to have a life to get it, I don't know why you refuse to return the 'Golden Table', but if it is not your belongings, why should you force it to stay.

You are a transparent person, and I shouldn't tell you this truth. ”

Xie Zhao had no choice but to hold his forehead and tried to explain "reasoning".

"Ling Or, you really think too highly of me, I'm a Jin Yao Realm with empty internal strength, not good martial arts, and only light skills can be seen by making do, how can I steal his natal sword from the hands of Shentai Palace Road Wounded Bird?"

Ling He smacked slightly, looking at her with a smile.

"Do you want to say that the 'Golden Terrace' was not stolen by you, but given to you by Lu Hurt Bird himself?"

Xie Zhao touched his nose.

If you have to say that, it's not impossible."

"-You."

Ling He got up suddenly, obviously angry, he took a deep breath, endured it, and said softly:

"Stubborn."

It could be seen that he felt that Xie Zhao was quibbling at this time.

Because no swordsman will give away his natal sword, there is no doubt about it.

- Unless the swordsman is about to die, he has to find a new master for the cherished sword, or pass it on to the descendants and descendants of the master.

Xie Zhao smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't refute.

It was rare for her conscience to find that she was really anxious to see an honest person like Ling or such a calm heart, so she patiently explained:

"Ling He, there is no need to lie between us, so I don't want to lie to you, I can only say that this sword cannot be shown in a short period of time."

— even if it's its original owner.

Ling or slightly stunned.

There was no superfluous expression on the girl's face, it was plain and bland, but she said a thousand pounds.

He knew that although Xie Zhao looked easy-going on weekdays, with no temper and arrogance, he was actually a stubborn person with a very assertive heart.

She doesn't care much about most things, no matter how others arrange and decide, she won't go against others or show off. But there are some things, once she makes a judgment, she will never waver and change, and she will be influenced by others.

It's just that Ling Or really doesn't understand, she is a free and open-minded person, and she sees things outside her body as worthless. They don't have any pursuits, they don't have any ambitions, and they don't even need much money, as long as they have enough to eat and live.

So why is he so stubborn and unwilling to let go of the "Golden Terrace"?

Could it be that there is something hidden in this that he doesn't know?

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked unexpectedly:

"You said that your surname is Xie, and you are obsessed with 'Golden Terrace', but what is the relationship with Xunyang Xie?"

Xie Zhao glanced at him in surprise, and immediately "snorted", half-truths and half-fake smiles, but the words he said made others unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"What do you think? I'm just a cheap life, but I can't climb the lintel as illustrious as Xunyang Xie's.

It's just a distant uncle of mine, a housekeeper slave of the Xie family in Xunyang, and I happen to be surnamed Xie. Coincidences, all coincidences. ”

She thought about it, and saw that he was still inquiring and puzzled, so she had to sigh and say:

"I really didn't lie to you, I really am not from Xunyang. A few days ago, he lived in Zhaoge for a long time, but he also lived in Xunyang for a few short times. ”

Ling Or frowned, trying to find the smooth logic from Xie Zhao's words of "a hammer in the east and a broom in the west".

"So, you are also a slave of the Xie family, so when you lived in Xunyang for a short time, you visited your uncle, so you had the opportunity to meet the king of Xunyang, and later recognized him in Zhaoge by chance and rescued him once, and he gave him jade to thank you?"

That is, the jade jue who knocked on the door of the Ruyang Shen Mansion for them before?

Xie Zhao paused slightly, and said with a smile: "Sort of." ”

Ling He looked at her expressionlessly, but it didn't make sense at all

The king of Xunyang County was born a nobleman, even if he was sick, it was absolutely impossible for no one to follow him, so Xie Zhao became the "hero" who "saved the beauty".

It's just that Ling Or also knew that Xie Zhao must not have completely told him the truth, and still had something to hide.

He also understood from Xie Zhao's attitude that they were all about it today, and if Xie Zhao didn't want to say more, he wouldn't be able to ask anything.

Ling Or was silent for a long moment, as if she was weighing Xie Zhao's words in her heart, how many of them were true, how many were false, or they were just her excuses.

And Xie Zhao pulled up the collar of his shirt, his face was sincere, and he didn't have the slightest hint of emptiness.

She looked up at the courtyard trees where the leaves were gradually beginning to fall, and suddenly said to herself:

"It's so cold, autumn in Zhaoge City is coming."

Autumn is coming, and winter is not far away.

In fact, the four seasons of Zhaoge City are like spring, and ordinary people will not feel cold in the other three seasons except for a little cold in winter.

But after a year of getting along with each other, Ling Or knew that Xie Zhao seemed to be particularly afraid of the cold.

Although she is usually lively and bright, and she looks very well fed, she seems to be a little weak.

Thinking about it, she fell off a cliff and was injured more than a year ago, although her appearance has been restored to its original state, but the damage is fundamental.

So, after a while, when Ling Or spoke again, he just asked:

"Shentai Palace is noble and sacred, and few people dare to approach it on weekdays.

If we don't take the opportunity to return the 'Golden Terrace' this time, there will be no more such once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Are you sure that if you don't return this sword, you won't incur death for yourself? ”

Xie Zhao saw that he had really regressed, and he didn't continue to ask questions, and his heart couldn't help but warm.

knew that he was soft-hearted again this time, and he didn't want to embarrass her again.

"I promise," she said. ”

He looked at her definitely.

"Okay."

If she dared to say that, then he dared to believe it.

It doesn't matter if she is a sword slave fugitive slave of the Xunyang Xie family, she has an unknown old grudge against the "Golden Terrace" road wounded bird.

It's a big deal if one day, the "Golden Terrace" road injury finch kills to grab the sword, and he desperately blocks for her, so as to buy her a moment of chance to escape.

Ling or then stopped talking.

He nodded, got up and prepared to go back to his room, and continued to breathe in his inner breath to cultivate his internal strength.

Xie Zhao looked at the back of the young man who disappeared at the end of the corridor, and silently pulled up his lip line, which was a self-deprecating laugh line.

Ling Or, you don't understand.

Only the "Golden Terrace" has always been hidden in her hands and never seen the light of day, so that she will not be killed.

Today's day is over ~ tomorrow will continue ~

(End of chapter)