Han Changsheng's face was fascinated, and he said with emotion:

"If one day, I can also see the peerless demeanor of the 'Chitose Sword Immortal', it will really be a death without regrets, but unfortunately I am afraid I will not be able to see it"

He suddenly remembered that more than a month ago, the three of them had been in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion in Zhaoge City, Tianchen Kyoto, and heard with their own ears that in the secret conversation between the ancestors and grandchildren of the Bai family, the shocking secret about the life and death of the "Chitose Sword Immortal" was sad and sad for a while.

Han Changsheng was really sad, and he felt that his heart was blocked!

He almost couldn't believe that if a genius as heroic as the "Thousand Years Old Sword Immortal" really died from the conspiracy and calculation of people close to him, it would be a great misfortune for the Tianchen Dynasty of the Southern Dynasty!

How sad is it for the people of the Southern Dynasty and the martial arts of the Southern Dynasty?

Every time Han Changsheng thought of this, he felt so anxious that he couldn't wait to treat him as a person!

But Bo Xuan was from the Northern Dynasty after all, and in front of Bo Xuan, he didn't dare to talk to Xie Zhao and Ling about this matter.

So he could only hold back his words, like this, it was more uncomfortable than killing him!

However, it is not surprising that Han Changsheng would have such a sad and angry thought, which is not surprising in the martial arts of the Southern Dynasties.

After all, in the rivers and lakes of the Southern Dynasty of the "Thousand Years Old Sword Immortal" in the past, the title of "Glory of Martial Arts" was by no means in vain, and there were naturally many supporters.

Who knew that Han Changsheng was sad and sad on his side, and the chaos on that side was rising again.

"Poof—"

It turned out that Xie Zhao couldn't hold back for a while when he heard his words, and accidentally squirted out a sip of tea, almost choking himself to death and spitting Han Changsheng's face by the way.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm sad here, what are you doing?! ”

Han Changsheng was taken aback.

He hurriedly got up and cautiously looked around to see if his clothes had been ruined by Xie Zhao, for fear of being harmed by the pond fish!

Xie Zhao waved his hand again and again with an apologetic face.

"That. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I lost my mouth for a while. ”

After she apologized, she glanced at Han Changsheng several times with a smile, and then stopped:

"Although. But what if you see her? Can it grow a few taels of meat, or can the martial arts realm be completed? Why is 'death without regrets' so exaggerated, is it too mythical for a certain individual? ”

Han Changsheng's grief and indignation were shattered by Xie Zhao's words that were not painful and had nothing to do with himself!

He immediately glared at her angrily, gritted his teeth and said:

"What do you know?!" The height and realm of the thousand-year-old sword immortal, how can you experience it? It's a shame that you still have an old relationship with His Highness Chitose's swordsman 'Golden Terrace' Road—"

When Han Changsheng said this, a spiritual light suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly said:

"-I see! It's no wonder that the 'Golden Terrace' road is clearly old with your cousin, but he still wants to draw his sword against you!

Have you ever said something that smells so bad in front of Master Lu that you don't know whether you are alive or dead? No wonder!

Lord Yilu's loyalty to the 'Chitose Sword Immortal' is revered and loved, if you dare to say such a remark to him that he doesn't know how to be polite and slanders the Sword Immortal, it's no wonder he doesn't kill you! ”

Xie Zhao paused slightly, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Shut up."

If she is unforgivable, let God punish her!

Instead of sending down Han Changsheng, a fool, to torture her!

Ling Or shook his head and sighed.

"Xie Zhao, Han Changsheng is right. Whether it is public or private, moral or emotional, the character of the 'Chitose Sword Immortal' is beyond reproach.

I know that you have no ill intentions, and you don't have the idea of insulting the Sword Immortal, but you always have to take care of what you say. Not to mention"

The rest of the words, Ling Or couldn't bear to say in the end.

Han Changsheng just remembered the deplorable and gloomy thing in his heart, why didn't he think of it?

If what Bai Mengxian and Bai Rusong said was true, the "Thousand Years Old Sword Immortal" was now afraid that it would have been a long time ago. Go to the crane fairy.

The dead are honored, and no jokes and desecrations are allowed.

Bo Xuan didn't say anything, but looked at Xie Zhao's eyes, and he actually didn't agree with it.

The people of the Northern Dynasty are still martial and strong, not to mention people of high character, and it is understandable that Bo Xuan will have some respect for the "Thousand Years Old Sword Immortal".

Xie Zhao supported his forehead, and could only "give in" in helplessness.

What's wrong with these three people?

Aren't they discussing the arrangements for this trip to the Western Frontier Dynasty?

How could it be so decent, but it actually turned to the "dead man" of the "Chitose Sword Immortal" again?

Xie Zhao said sourly: "Okay, it's okay, it's just that I don't choose my words and deeds." ”

She didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she quickly changed the subject, trying to bring the conversation back to life.

Xie Zhao hurriedly said: "To get back to the point, because the 'Black Sailuo' weddings and funerals in Western Xinjiang are absolutely not allowed to intermarry with the nine high castes, and they can only be carried out internally for generations, so the leakage of circulation between words is also avoided to the greatest extent. ”

Everyone came back to their senses, and then they all remembered the topic.

Ling He bowed his head lightly when he heard the strings, and said: "That's the case, since the letterhead that Handan Yongdang got from Tuoba Xiao in the past is a written text in the old fashion, then the origin of the owner of this letter must be one of the nine high castes in Western Xinjiang.

So, if we want to explore one or two, we always have to have an 'incision' to go deeper. ”

Since Ling He knew his background, he didn't seem to have used the title of "father" to call Tuoba Hong, the son of Handyong.

So much so that Bo Xuan, who didn't know anything about their identity and purpose, didn't even notice it when they walked together in the past few days, and the young man in front of him was actually the bloodline of their Northern Dynasty royal family Tuoba clan.

Xie Zhao bowed his head and said: "That's right, Min Xiaoyao's road guide records the certificate of his many years of medical travel, and I have replaced the information on the first page of the road guide that records his name and hometown."

Therefore, when others opened this guide and saw the back pages of the vouchers stamped with the official seals of the state capitals in the four realms of the world, it would only be because 'Xie Zhao' was an experienced doctor. ”

Han Changsheng frowned and looked at her, and questioned unceremoniously:

"But do you know how to heal? If you talk to the real healers of the Illo clan, if you miss it, people will still find out that you are a fake. ”

Xie Zhaoliang lifted his eyelids, and the old god raised his chin with a delicate arc, and said:

"It's a coincidence that no book is written, isn't it? Contemptible people, since childhood, they are also well-read, they have a wide range of knowledge, they are barely erudite and knowledgeable, and they happen to have read a few books of medical skills. ”

Han Changsheng looked at her with a wordless expression: "Can you do it?" ”

Xie Zhao laughed angrily.

"Why can't I? In addition, the art of traditional Chinese medicine in the south is broad and profound, which is different from the practice of medicine in the western Xinjiang. I have been a doctor for a long time, and I am also a half-baked healer. ‘’

At that time, they only need to fool around with the truth and the false, where will their doctors in the western Xinjiang go to verify whether I am a real doctor from Tianchen in the Southern Dynasty? ”