Recently, there has been some unrest in the imperial city, and strange rumors about Changqing Mountain have been rampant.

In the early dynasty, all the officials looked awe-inspiring, and none of the things they did involved in this matter.

Emperor Xi was so troubled by this that he was so unskilled about the Jinguan that he only wanted to seek a master to solve the spirits of Changqing Mountain. Changqing Mountain is on the edge of the imperial city, if there is chaos, the imperial city is afraid of more than auspicious. There is still an immortal weapon in the palace to suppress it, but the people in the city have nothing to ward off evil spirits, once they are caught by the spirits, nine times out of ten they will not be able to come back alive.

At present, I have only heard that more than ten people have disappeared in the city one after another, and I have not heard of more serious things, but if there is really a foreign object, I am afraid that these more than ten people are just the beginning, and what will happen in the future is unknown.

After the early dynasty, Emperor Xi came alone to a hidden forest in the depths of the palace, through the dense bamboo forest, an inconspicuous small hall is located in the depths like an oasis in the middle of the sea.

Emperor Xi walked to the palace gate and pushed open the old palace door.

A blue light emanated from it, the light was a little dazzling, and Emperor Xi covered it with his hand, and slowly approached the long sword made of rusty red iron that emitted light.

The sword was still there, except that it had rusted with the passage of time, and its light had not diminished in the slightest.

Seeing this, Emperor Xi put his mind at ease and muttered to himself: "If the immortals have spirits, they will ensure that my Great Xi Dynasty is safe and stable, and the people are safe and happy." ”

Outside the city, carpenter's shop.

Zhuge Ang stood in the courtyard, and his spiritual power suddenly felt a trace of commotion.

"Why, I felt the breath of the Ink Bone Sword...... he looked surprised, and said to Chen Zhixuan, who was concentrating on the weapon in his hand at the moment, "Could it be that the Ink Bone Sword, which has been missing for five hundred years, has appeared?"

Chen Zhixuan replied to him: "How is it possible!" But what he thought in his heart was: Someone in the palace approached the Ink Bone Sword.

For five hundred years, only the previous monarchs knew where the Ink Bone Sword was placed, and there was generally no major event, and no one would get close to the Ink Bone Sword. It seemed that he had to take the time to check it out, because he seemed to feel that the power of the Ink Bone Sword was undergoing some changes.

And the turmoil in Changqing Mountain during this time, could it be the reason for the subtle changes in the Ink Bone Sword?

Seeing that Chen Zhixuan seemed to be thinking about this, Zhuge Ang walked up to him, squatted down and looked at him carefully, "You won't hide anything from me, right?"

"During your time in the Imperial City, you eat me and live in me, stick to me all the time, you follow me wherever I go, do you think I can hide anything from you?"

Zhuge Ang thought about it for a moment and said, "This is also true! With our relationship, you shouldn't have anything to hide from me." If you really have something to hide from me, I won't forgive you!"

Chen Zhixuan smiled helplessly.

There are many things that he Zhuge Ang doesn't forgive, and he doesn't miss these things.

"Your sword, it's repaired!" After a while, Chen Zhixuan handed the exquisitely crafted Xuantie Sword in his hand to Zhuge Ang, "I said you, Xuantie Sword is such a good treasure, how many people in the Xianmen dream of something that cannot be obtained, you are good, either used to kill chickens or cut ducks, will you be too big and useless." ”

Taking the useless sword, Zhuge Ang carefully measured it, and suddenly remembered some of the past.

Hundreds of years ago, when he and Si Chentian met for the first time, he laughed at his saber for not being delicate enough, and Si Chentian disliked that his saber was not light enough, but after the two fought each other, they found that the saber they were holding was actually from the same piece of fine iron - Dongcang Lan Yin Yang Iron.

It's just that Zhuge Ang's uselessness is all made of this iron and dark iron, so the sword body is heavy, and ordinary people can't use it at all. As for Si Chentian's sword, only the shell is made of refined iron hematite, and the inside is taken from the Shenmu ink bone vine, so the sword body is light and more flexible to use, which is also in line with his fluttering temperament.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhuge Ang's expression was a little gloomy.

He shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and stopped thinking about his old life.

Si Chentian has been dead for five hundred years, and in the vast Three Realms, no one knows whether he is reincarnated or not.

Even if he is reincarnated, I'm afraid he is just an ordinary man, and he is no longer as powerful as before.

The former first son of Xianmen can only be reduced to a legend, and with the fading of time, it has slowly become an unreachable object for future generations, and the illusion is like a bubble.

Seeing Zhuge Ang's rare sadness, Chen Zhixuan comforted: "Things have passed, it's useless to think too much, why bother thinking about it." ”

"Can you put it down?"

"Look, I look like someone who hasn't let go?"

Also, the sixth son of the dignified Xianmen, in this carpenter shop, has nothing to do to make kitchen knives, sickles, etc., and gets along with the neighborhood women every day like a woman's friend, and loves to chew gossip when there is nothing to do, and the countryside is interesting, it really doesn't look like he hasn't put it down.

Zhuge Ang couldn't, so he could only secretly miss his old friend, and he seemed to be so angry that he poured a sip of the wine that Jinguan had transported out of the water truck for him before leaving.

"It's been so many days, and this wine still smells of water...... although he disliked it, he honestly took another sip.

"I don't know, where my apprentice has gone now! When it's almost time, I should go back, otherwise, my apprentice will be seen by others and will leave, and I will lose a lot. ”

"You Zhuge Ang has never confiscated an apprentice, this time it is not easy to fall in love with someone, even if others have the same vision as you, they will give it up, after all, with your reputation, if you don't let you, you will easily forget it?" Chen Zhixuan couldn't help but think of the first time he went to Tianyuan Pavilion to visit Zhuge Ang, at that time, he just praised the peony of Tianyuan Pavilion for blooming well, and this guy replaced the peony flowers of the entire Tianyuan Pavilion with his favorite chrysanthemum every other day. also threatened that if he could beat him, he would be kind enough to change the place where Chen Zhixuan lived with a peony. After some competition, Chen Zhixuan's skills were not as good as others, so he could only let him continue to do mischief, stirring up Tianyuan Pavilion to almost no peaceful days.

Because Zhuge Ang was the son of the pavilion master at the time, and he was the highest cultivator among his peers except for Si Chentian, others did not dare to criticize him, even if he was dissatisfied, he could only hold back aggrievedly. However, Zhuge Ang is just fun, and most of the things he does are jokes, so everyone will not have the same knowledge as him, and the entire Tianyuan Pavilion, under his frolic, has also added a bit of fun, not as dead and silent as Linxi Valley.

Maybe that's why Zhuge Ang will take a fancy to Jinguan.

After all, these two personalities are too similar.

Maybe in Jinguan's body, Zhuge Ang saw the former self, so he cared so much.

At this time, Jin Guan and his entourage were facing a behemoth, trapped in Modai Mountain, and did not know how to escape.