I don't know why, since that day, Fu Jingci suddenly gave birth to a force in her heart that was neither strong nor weak, and she was so weak and collapsed that she was supported by broken bones and blood again.

In the end, she really relieved her breath and took back the foot that had already entered the Hades Palace.

Later, Fu Jingci spent more time awake, and the blood clots in her skull after falling off the cliff gradually dissipated, and she finally saw what her two "little benefactors" looked like.

I didn't expect them to be so young, about the same age as her.

After more than half a year, her leg bones and meridians were finally reshaped under the effect of the unique internal practice "Kala Heart Sutra", and she was able to get up and walk again.

Fu Jingci was able to move the two things that he would do first, one was that he learned from Han Changsheng's mouth which pawnshop Ling He had gone to when he had gone to dispose of the jade pendant given to him by his master, and then secretly ransomed Ling He's jade pendant with an unmarked piece of warm jade on his body.

Another thing is to quietly carry the two of them on their backs and touch the bottom of the cliff of Shenxian Ridge alone, wanting to find the natal sword that she accidentally lost.

It's a pity, maybe the interval is too long, and she is really not very clear after falling off the cliff that day, so she doesn't see the "mountains, rivers, sun and moon" after all.

I don't know where it is now, or if it is looking for a good lord again.

Still still in the crevices of barren rocks and cliffs somewhere in the mountains, let the wind and rain blow, waiting for the end of the sword to be dusty and rusty.

In the midsummer of the third year of Jing'an, Ling Or and Han Changsheng looked at the girl, who had been recuperating for more than half a year, but had a "strange disease" and gave birth to an increasingly terrifying blue-black "birthmark" face, and they never disliked it at all.

"I'm Ling Or."

"My name is Han Changsheng."

And when Ling He and Han Changsheng asked her what her name was, Fu Jingci was slightly silent for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile:

"My surname is 'Xie', and the word 'Zhao' is a single word, you can call me anything."

In the future, these four realms and eight directions, the world will change, and there will be no more "Chitose Sword Immortal" rune words.

From now on, she will be Xie Zhao.

They frowned again and asked, "How old are you?" How could you fall to the bottom of a cliff and be so badly injured? What about your family? ”

Xie Zhao replied with a smile: "I am seventeen years old, I met strong people when I was walking on the mountain road, I was injured by them, and I accidentally fell off the cliff in a panic. It's all gone. ”

Actually, she lied.

When Ling He and Han Changsheng picked her up, it was the third year of Jing'an, and she was already eighteen at that time.

But how she hoped that the fifth day of the first month of the third year of Jing'an, which should have been her eighteenth birthday, would never come.

So subconsciously, she blurted out that she said that she was one year younger.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Fortunately, Ling He and Han Changsheng didn't doubt it, but when they picked her up, she was seventeen years old, so that they still think that Xie Zhao was only eighteen years old—in fact, she was the same age as the two of them.

Now in the four years of Jing'an, they are all nineteen years old.

Han Changsheng was crowned in October of the fourth year of Jing'an, and Ling may be crowned at the end of November in half a month.

And in two months, on the fifth day of the first month of the fifth year of Jing'an, it stands to reason that Xie Zhao should also be crowned.

Unfortunately, they didn't know, and she didn't want to celebrate her birthday again.

Perhaps Xie Zhao was so silent this time that even though Han Changsheng had repeatedly promised not to interrupt her, he couldn't help but break his promise and ask:

"Hey, Zhao, what do you want? You just said that when you first held the sword, you lost nine times out of ten when you fought against Lu Wounded Sparrow, and then what happened later?

Why did you just say something, and then you didn't say it, but started to stay stunned? ”

Xie Zhao came back to his senses, and suddenly raised his head to meet the slightly worried eyes of the three people in front of him.

She shook her head with a smile, pulled her thoughts away from the memories of the past, and said quietly:

"Later, Lu Hurt Bird will naturally return to Zhaoge City! He is the swordsman of the 'Chitose Sword Immortal', and he is going to follow the 'Chitose Sword Immortal'.

It was only when I was a child, at the request of Xunyang Xie's distant cousin, that I had the privilege of having a few days with him.

Lu Hurt Bird may just be bored living in Xunyang, and he should be coaxing children. ”

Han Changsheng's eyes lit up and said:

"So, he is the Xunyang Xie clan who followed the 'Chitose Sword Immortal'? Have you ever seen the 'Chitose Sword Immortal'! ”

He said excitedly: "In this way, you are the same age as the 'Chitose Sword Immortal', and she seems to be only one year older than you, didn't you be sent by your cousin to be the companion of the 'Chitose Sword Immortal' for a few days?" ”

"What are you thinking?"

Xie Zhao helplessly supported his forehead, and said half-truthfully:

"That time, the 'Chitose Sword Immortal' returned to the ancestral house of the Xie family in Xunyang in the first month, and was ordered by Empress Xiaochun to worship the ancestors for the married daughter of Niangniang.

She has a lot of opportunities, where will she stay for a long time? What's more, my cousin is just a small housekeeper in a separate courtyard of the Xie family in Xunyang, because Lu Shuqueqi was born as a slave in Xie Mansion when he was a child, so my cousin took care of him for a few days when he was a child, and only then did he have a little bit of thin-faced old love to talk to him - as for the 'Chitose Sword Immortal', how could my cousin have that opportunity to meet it? ”

Han Changsheng touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"That's right, and His Royal Highness Chitose is definitely different from ordinary boudoir nobles, so she doesn't need a little maid to accompany her to the garden to catch butterflies.

So, even if your cousin can talk to the 'Chitose Sword Immortal', she won't need the company of you, a little girl, if she wants to."

In the past two years, Xie Zhao, who likes to walk around the garden and see the scenery very much, and even feels at home in Yuwenxin's mansion, deeply feels that he seems to be connotated.

She lifted the corners of her lips without smiling, revealing a sharp little tiger tooth, and squeezed out a sentence from under the root:

"You're the fucking little girl who plays with!"

Han Changsheng snorted, and he stared at Xie Zhao in shock:

"Hey! Ah Zhao, you are a little ignorant! If I can be a little maid for the 'Chitose Sword Fairy', I will be a hundred willing! ”

Xie Zhao immediately said "hey".

She looked him up and down, raised her eyebrows, and squeezed him:

"Oh? What's going on? The eldest disciple of the Great Priest of Nanxu, we Han Shaoxia don't even bother to be? ”

Han Changsheng smiled, and said a little shyly:

"I'm a person, although I'm very good, but I'm not so picky.

These two in the Shentai Palace, no matter which one is willing to accept me by my side, I am willing. ”

Xie Zhaoliang glanced at him, and said with a smile:

"Then you're weird."

Ling He was quiet before, and Changfeng Yuli stood aside without interjecting from beginning to end, until this time he frowned slightly, and opened his mouth to ask an extremely sharp question.

His voice was tinged with hidden anger at this time, and it was a little colder than the northwesterly wind in the north in mid-November.

"Xie Zhao, don't be ignorant of life and death! I personally took care of your injuries at that time, and it is clear that the person who did it did not spare his hands.

——The remaining sword aura on the sword wound is awe-inspiring and full of killing intent, and the sword that hurts the finch is definitely rushing for your life!

Since your distant cousin once took care of him when he was a young man, and he had a few encounters with you when you were a child, why did he kill you? ”

There was silence in the gazebo.

A sudden gust of north wind suddenly lifted the hat on Xie Zhao's skull, revealing her high-quality and pure appearance with a strong and far-reaching meaning, delicate texture and even flesh and bones.

After a while, Xie Zhao suddenly turned around and walked towards the horse tethered under the pillars of the pavilion, leaving only a word.

"Let's go, that's the next question."

She had only promised to tell them how she and Lu Hurt Sparrow had met.

As for the rest

They shouldn't have known that much.