Out of the gate of Fuxiang Academy, Zhuge Chen stretched his waist. After calming down and perceiving the sword qi on his current cultivation path, he smiled slightly, and prepared to take off and return to the alley to find the crow. Although he had already sent a message with a flying sword, he asked the other party not to worry, he was fine. But in the past three days, the crow must have heard more or less about the fierce battle over the prime minister's mansion, and it is naturally impossible to say that he is not worried about him. Only by seeing each other can we dispel the worries in the crow's heart.

At the same time, Zhuge Chen has also arranged what should be done next. Since the prime minister wants to keep him in the imperial capital, this account cannot be counted, but it will be after he rescues the city lord and Yang Qianqiu. When the time comes, it will still be very easy to be alone and ask the sword the entire Prime Minister's Mansion. In the entire imperial capital, even if the flower banquet is approaching, everyone's faces are filled with happy smiles. But these ordinary people don't know that the power of the entire city is quietly shuffling. The two behemoths of Dark Moon Xuan and Bright Moon Pavilion, because without the support of the two cultivators of the True Dao Realm, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to continue to maintain their supremacy. The royal family will definitely take a piece of the pie, and it is very likely that it will prop up its own puppet forces. Avoid repeating the mistakes of the past and giving up half of the city. In this turmoil, Zhuge Chen also has his own plans. It couldn't be easier to join forces with Wanyan Qingqian in secret, and as his status as a prince, he wanted to make profits.

It's just that if you want to find Yan Qingqian again, you must be extra careful. Exposing the deeds will represent the deal for both parties, which is in name only.

Putting away the thoughts in his heart, Zhuge Chen stretched out a finger and went down, wanting to get up with the sword qi, but he didn't expect that there was no movement at all. He knew immediately that he was probably dragged into the other party's small world by someone, otherwise it would be impossible for him to even dissipate his sword qi.

The sword qi of sword cultivation is different from the qi of ordinary cultivators, and if the realm is sufficient, it can be immortal for a long time. Like a kendo man, the rules evolved by sword qi left in his cave mansion have not faded even if they have been washed away by the years. On the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain, there is still a ravine left, which is a sword that Li Jingyun once handed out from the saint to the former enemy. Now it is listed as one of the forbidden areas, and non-saint sword cultivators entering it, even if it is a top saint, they are only able to protect themselves. This is not only because of the horror of a human immortal, but also because of the unreasonableness of sword cultivation.

Therefore, when Zhuge Chen sensed that Haoran's sword qi had quietly dissipated, he immediately stopped and felt the wind and grass around him. Who knows, the person hiding in the shadows will suddenly have a sneak attack?

But when he turned his head to look, not only had the heavens and the earth changed, the mountain gate of Fuxiang Academy had disappeared, and all that was left was a willow tree. And under the willow tree, a monk sits, looking at him with a smile.

The other party gestures, almost the avenue, put down the white son in his hand, and he can take root.

Zhuge Chen frowned, because he knew in his heart that since the other party could be so familiar with the rules of this place, it meant that the rules of this world were very complete. This also means that the monk is the master of this place, and he is also a saint.

"Don't be so cramped, come and sit. The monk beckoned to Zhuge Chen, and then disappeared in a flash, appearing in front of Zhuge Chen with the low table. His right hand was gently pressed down, and at the same time as a sunspot fell, it also made Zhuge Chen sit beside her lightly. The monk seemed to be playing against himself, and on that chessboard, black and white were split half.

"Do you know how to play chess?" asked the monk to Bai Yi.

Zhuge Chen didn't dare to be flamboyant, and said honestly: "I don't understand." ”

"It's a pity, I thought that someone would be able to play chess with me, a lonely monk, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't get what I wanted. Well, little donor, can I borrow your sword to take a look?" The monk smiled and nodded at the two swords on Zhuge Chen's waist, and then said, "It's the one on your left." Looking at the breath, there is the meaning of the galaxy hanging, which is quite familiar. ”

Zhuge Chen handed the Sanchen Sword forward, and the gap between the two, even if he swallowed the foundation of the entire imperial capital, was still invincible. Even if the monk wanted to take the Sanchen Sword for himself, Zhuge Chen had nothing to say, so he could only leave in disgrace. It's good to be able to leave a small life behind. If you want to talk about conditions, you have to be qualified. It's not full of enthusiasm to get what you want. Otherwise, aren't all the emperors in the world stunned in the market?

The monk looked at the Sanchen sword that he put on his lap, and the remembrance and regret disappeared in a flash, and because it was covered up very well, it was not noticed by Zhuge Chen, and it may be because the gap between the realms of the two was too great. Then he handed the Sanchen sword back to Zhuge Chen, and said: "The sword is a good sword, rare in the world, but the person who uses the sword, how can I feel a little unworthy of this sword? Could it be that it is the illusion of being old?"

Zhuge Chen glanced at the other party, listened to the strange words of yin and yang, squeezed out a reluctant smile and said: "Living Buddha, your realm is high, what are you talking about." ”

Of course, he also had a slander in his heart, if Lao Tzu is now in the realm of a saint, if you dare to say this, don't you want to ask me if the sword is not successful?

I don't know if the monk really heard it or stumbled into it by mistake, but after he laughed, he stood up, stretched out a finger and pointed it at Zhuge Chen's eyebrows, and said: "I also cherish talents, it's rare to meet a good seedling, so I should help you." From today onwards, you will stay in my small world, and if you don't reach the realm of the Ultimate Dao, you will always stay here!"

After Zhuge Chen heard this, he thought that the other party was joking, and he laughed dryly and thought about leaving quickly. But after glancing at the figure of the monk next to him slowly disappearing, he finally said in a panic: "Living Buddha, what are you doing here, you and I have no grievances, what kind of trouble?"

"Didn't you just say, I'm cherishing talent. The monk replied. Ranwen

Only then did Zhuge Chen understand that the other party did have this idea, and hurriedly said: "But I am different from ordinary cultivators, if I want to reach the realm of the Ultimate Dao, it is not that simple. Although the magic has been salvaged now, it is like climbing the mountain to the halfway point of the mountain, and it is still far from the top of the mountain!"

"That's right. The monk still said without a wave: "Then wait until you kill 'yourself' and get out of this small world!"

After that, he didn't give Zhuge Chen any more words, and left directly.

And when Zhuge Chen stood up dejectedly, he found that under the willow tree not far away, there was a white-clothed man with the same breath as him, who was eyeing him.

......

After stepping out of his own small world, the monk looked up and saw a phantom shadow emerging from the sky, it was the master of the Bitter Sea Temple.

The two saints looked at each other from a distance, and the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard took the lead in speaking: "What do you want to imprison my academy disciples in your small world? ”

"Of course, the people who inherit the old people have to help, does the master of the courtyard think this explanation is enough?" the monk said, and then chanted a Buddha horn. Because of the rules of this world, he was not allowed to enter the academy, and the academy master could not easily leave the dynasty where the academy was located, these two saints had not seen each other for a thousand years.

After a stick of incense, the master of the Kuhai Courtyard slowly spit out a word: "Who?"

"Kendo people. The monk replied.

The master of the Kuhai Courtyard said softly: "In this way, then Zhuge Chen will have to work for you." After all, he is not a person from this world, and his identity is extremely special, in the heavens, I don't know how many people want to kill him to prevent future troubles. Therefore, I hope that as a last resort, it is better not to let his identity be made public. Otherwise, we don't know how many heavenly visitors will pour into our world. ”

"It's natural, and when he can overcome himself, I'll release him from the small world. The monk smiled and said, "This is also the only one I can help a sword cultivator, but it's a pity that the old man is no longer there, otherwise this errand will not fall on me." ”

When the master heard this, he nodded slightly, and then he disappeared.

In the whole world, in fact, few people know that the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard once had an encounter with that kendo man when he was young, and he received his kindness. Of course, the monk knew it, otherwise he would not have moved out of his old man.

As the sun sets, the monks stand on the cliff of a mountain outside the imperial capital, watching the sun set in the distance. He wanted to break the abstinence from drinking, but the people who persuaded him to drink in the past were no longer there, and even if he wanted to drink, it became a very unreasonable thing. When the darkness swallowed him up and the breeze rose, his thoughts drifted away.

"Kendo man, why don't you listen to persuasion like this? If you don't want to die, who can let you die except for those three immortals?" The monk smoothed his frowning brows and said to himself, "In the end, it is ridiculous that only one junior is left and wants him to inherit your mantle. If you could stand before me, say less...... I'm going to reward you with two punches, too. ”

He wished that the kendo man would appear behind him and let him deliver that punch with a grin. Even if it's just a sword qi, after all, you can say a word. However, the death of the saint is a foregone conclusion, and the breath is buried in the Heavenly Dao, and even human immortals cannot be saved.

He swept down the cliff and threw a punch that shattered the sky. In the palace, the emperor opened his eyes in his sleep and said in a cold voice: "Who is it that disturbs my sleep?"

The monk turned his head, looked at the palace, and walked away.