"Miss, it's so lively here, it's much more lively than our Hundred Flowers Valley!"

After entering the city, Qiao Meng found that this place was completely different from what she imagined, although it was already dusk, but the figures on the street seemed to be constantly longing, which made her amazed.

Although when she saw the grandeur and majesty of Shengxuan City at the gate of the city, she had already imagined that the scene in Shengxuan City must be prosperous, but when she entered the city, she realized that she had far underestimated the prosperity and liveliness of Shengxuan City.

As far as the eye can see, the dense figure is like a long dragon, without bounds. The cries of street vendors come and go, the laughter of street pedestrians overshadows the waves, and the voices of boiling people and the endless stream of people fill this majestic city to the fullest.

"It's really lively!"

Dongfang Su's cheeks were also covered with shock, and the cherry lips under the scarf opened lightly, and let out a sigh of emotion.

Although she had never been here before, she had often heard her master mention Shengxuan City, so even if she had never been here, Dongfang Su basically had a rough self-painting of the outline of Shengxuan City in her heart.

However, when she really came to this city that was in the center of Shizun's mouth, she realized how small the outline in her mind was.

"Master used to always say that one person can change a city, I didn't particularly believe it before, but now I finally believe it, this is probably the so-called personality charm, right?"

When she heard what the master said before, she didn't think so, because in her mind, she always felt that the manpower was poor, but when she personally integrated into this city, she suddenly thought in her heart: "What kind of peerless person can make this city stand in such an unprosperous place, standing for many years not only does not fall, but also becomes more and more respected." ”

God-man?

She didn't know, but she knew that her heart was complicated, "No wonder Shizun always misses him." ”

At this moment, the two of them suddenly came to meet a person, an ordinary old woman dressed up, looking at her appearance, most of them were a peasant woman who was about to decay.

She went straight to Dongfang Su and the two and asked in a low voice, "Do you dare to ask if it's Dongfang girl?"

"I am!"

Dongfang Su nodded and asked, "Who are you?"

She rummaged through all her memories and made sure that the old woman in front of her had never seen her before.

The old woman smiled slightly, her face was wrinkled and raised, and she looked a little abnormal, "I came to pick up the two of you, and I have been waiting for a long time again." ”

"Could it be you......"

Suddenly, Dongfang Su's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

The old woman nodded, and guided with a smile: "Oriental girl, please!"

"There are seniors. ”

Dongfang Su arched her hand, her tone was pleading, although the old woman did not say how long she had been waiting here, but Dongfang Su knew that it was definitely not a little situation, because according to the normal schedule, they should have arrived at Shengxuan City earlier.

Soon, under the guidance of the old woman, the figures of the three disappeared into the vast crowd.

Not long after their figures disappeared, a young man walked slowly along the central official road towards the gate of Shengxuan City.

The young man was wrapped in a black shirt, and he was handsome and chic, and the jade tree was in the wind, especially his pair of eyes, which were as bright as stars, but there was always a hint of cynicism in the opening and closing, and the corners of his mouth were like a wisp of evil spirit, and he always gave people a feeling of flowing air at a glance.

The young man clasped his hands around his chest and walked softly, like an elf who came to this world to watch all things.

Around his chest was a long sword, an ordinary ebony scabbard, exuding a dark color, which looked mysterious and infinite against the background of the setting sun. The ordinary black sword spike swayed at will as he walked, leisurely and unhurried.

The young man walked very slowly, but he seemed to be very fast, and in the blink of an eye he came to the gate of the city.

The young man stood still at the gate of the city, raised his eyes and swept his bright eyes at random to the three imposing characters on the city wall.

His eyes were wide-eyed, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at the magnificent and spacious Shengxuan City in the eyes of others, and he couldn't surprise the slightest ripple in his eyes.

"Holy Xuan City?"

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a hint of a nonchalant smile, and he said to himself: "I hope this river and lake is not so boring, and it will not disappoint the master." ”

Immediately, he changed his words, "The hexagram shows that he is in Shengxuan City at the moment, find a chance to contact and contact first, and then talk about it, if you want to easily take things away from the master's hands? There is no door, so it depends on whether the master is happy or not, I really don't know what those guys think in their hearts, so there is a reason to feed other people's horses with their own grass?"

"Hmph, don't tell the master, right? Okay, the master will go and see it himself. ”

Muttering, the young man took a step and walked slowly, and after a while, he melted into the longing figure of Shengxuan City and disappeared.

The sunset was beautiful, but it was fleeting, and soon it turned below the horizon, ready for your dreams.

From time to time immense, daylight and night have been the norm of the day, unless other factors are encountered and forced to change.

Also, good things are often short-lived, and you can't keep them.

At night, the streets of St. Xuan City are crowded with more pedestrians than less.

In this world, there are always some people who like daylight, and some people who like to walk at night, just as some people like beauty, and some people like talent.

Saving the dead is not saving the wounded.

Hundreds of miles of wind lie on the rocking chair, close your eyes and pretend to sleep. Mu Guitian was bored and dangled around the inner room, looking up at him in the rocking chair from time to time, and then turning his gaze to the bookcase outside.

There, Nie Donglai sat next to the bookcase, looking intently at a book, which was handed over to him by Baili Changfeng, according to him, this is something left by Nie Donglai's father, and now he handed it over to Nie Donglai, hoping that he will keep it well.

As soon as the book arrived, Nie Donglai couldn't wait to watch it, and after a look, Nie Donglai realized that it was a sword scripture.

The name of the Sword Sutra is [Tianxuan Sword Sutra], and it says at the beginning:

"The swordsman, the decision, the break. It must be decided within the seven feelings, cut off the mortal breath, and the inner three treasures can be turbid and as for the pure yang, this is the foundation of sword science, and the inner shell is solid and solid. Especially when the outside is discouraged, the sound is broken, coupled with the strange change of moves, with the practice of the evening and the sunset, the outer three treasures can be formed, and as for the softness, in addition, the secret practice of swordsmanship, the shell is injected and stable. As for the sword learned in recent times, those who dance are all fur in the fur, and those who float to the shallow and despicable are also. Xifu Niu's ancestral cloud: Guoer's ambition is upward, and he should first be quiet to build his foundation, save it deeply, and integrate the three treasures inside and outside, and turn it into one.

As the saying goes: there is no scum inside and outside, and a piece of purple gold frost is cultivated.

Yin and yang creation all belong to me, and changes and diving have their own permanence.

......”

When Nie Dong came to Deng, he was so drunk that he couldn't extricate himself, and he completely forgot the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, night has arrived.