Now that he knew that Zhuge Chen was safe and sound at the moment, the crow no longer stayed in the prince's mansion for a long time. Although it was still unclear why Zhuge Chen did not return to the alley, the crow also knew in his heart that Bai Yi must have his own plans, and since he promised her to take her to the battlefield left by the ancient Xiyou to sharpen his sword qi, he would definitely not break his word. Anyway, don't worry too much about it now, just wait.

After the crow got up and left, Fan Shou followed him out to see him off. When the three of them walked on the path leading to the gate, Fan Shou said, "Girl, don't worry, Childe has always been thoughtful about things. Even if he is in danger, he will think of a way to send a message with a flying sword. The reason why there is no flying sword return now, I guess that the master of Fuxiang Courtyard left Gongzi behind. Either the prince wants to recuperate quietly and wait until he recovers his peak before coming to this imperial capital. ”

After hearing this, Crow also felt that Fan Shou's guess was not far from ten, and the haze in his heart was swept away. After thanking Fan Shou, he took the woman surnamed Yan to go shopping. In the past two days, the two of them have slept in the same bed, and they only have one set of bedding. Fortunately, the crow is not picky about these at all, and even though the woman surnamed Yan used to be an eldest lady, she is now in exile. If you want to enjoy it, it is impossible to do so. But the crow still wanted to take the opportunity to come out today and buy something to go back. Although she didn't have any spare money, Zhuge Chen had put a full hundred Shen coins in her room. Even if they go to buy rouge gouache two days a day, they can squander a year's time.

Although the white clothes in ordinary times are not only thrifty, but also have to be described as slamming the door. But being big-spending is not an ordinary loser. Like waiting for the city to change, a piece of news and a Dongtian coin, Zhuge Chen can agree to it. At that time, I was frightened by the crows on the side, even if you are a sword immortal, could it be that you still know how to turn stones into gold? Otherwise, why would it be so wasteful.

But as the two got along, she gradually understood. Zhuge Chen's spending money is the same as his temper, and what he pays attention to is just the word "freewheeling". If you don't want to spend money, you won't pay a penny. The money you want to spend is naturally a lot of money.

And when she was wandering on the street, the woman surnamed Yan seemed to be smiling and crow, but in her heart, she no longer calculated her own affairs. is also a woman, she is much better at playing tricks than crows. Naturally, from the other party's eyes, she saw the crow's different feelings for Zhuge Chen's teacher and friend, but she didn't regard the crow as her opponent. An assassin, why should he compete with himself?

Turning the corner, the woman surnamed Yan turned her head to look, and at the end of the long street not far away was the big mansion where she once lived. If that didn't happen, she would still be pampered in it now.

The crow sighed, helped the woman surnamed Yan wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said distressedly: "Sister, don't look at it, why bother for yourself, sad?"

The woman surnamed Yan lowered her head, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she said, "Sister Crow, do you think that in my life, will I be able to return to that house one day?"

The crow opened his mouth and said, "Of course there is a chance, Sister Crow, I am also a sword cultivator now." When I also reach the realm of the Highest Dao, I will take you back to that big mansion and see who can stop me!"

These words were the words in the crow's heart, but they were not taken seriously by the woman surnamed Yan. Although she is not a cultivator, she doesn't know what kind of mysterious realm the Zhen Dao is. But she knew that the Lord of the Dark Moon Xuan and the Lord of the Bright Moon Pavilion were able to stir up the changes in the imperial capital only after they entered this realm. Figures of this level have power in their hands, and even the prime minister may not be able to command them, so only the royal family can ask them to do things. The girl surnamed Yan didn't think that Crow was a woman who was born as an assassin, and there were a few people who stepped into that ranks. Not to mention...... When the time comes, even if she gets her house back, what can she do?

It's also fortunate that Zhuge Chen is not standing here at the moment, otherwise the subtle changes on the eyebrows of the woman surnamed Yan would not have escaped his eyes. At that time, if a mortal's state of mind is clearly seen by Zhuge Chen, her house will not belong to her at all.

......

is completely different from what Fan Shou and Ya think, Zhuge Chen has been in the middle of a fight these days, and he is the same as "himself".

With Mending Tiansha, the monk seemed to be even more afraid of leaving Zhuge Chen with a serious injury. After Bai Yi once put himself in the midst of the mirror, successfully attacked and killed "himself", the monk let the realm of the fake body go further, and there was only a line of separation from the realm of the true realm. He also took away Zhuge Chen's sword, and let both of them fight with wooden swords. This is a bitter thing for Zhuge Chen, and in the fight with the fake body, each has a winner or loser. The winner and loser between the two is all about who can let the spread of the mirror and the moon deceive the other party. Although all this was indeed beneficial to Bai Yi, the endless fighting also made him physically and mentally exhausted. But if only you could use this reason to fool around, it would be nice to take a dip in the lake that fills the sand. At most, two pillars of incense time, he can be alive again.

Late that night, Zhuge Chen woke up from the lake, and a spirit jumped up. He looked up at the sky, sighed faintly, and scolded: "Damn, where is this day a day? Lao Tzu's killing power is outstanding enough, why do you have to fight with yourself? Isn't this purely self-inflicted!"

The world built by the saints has extremely complete rules. After all, it is on an equal footing with the Heavenly Dao, and using his own means, he can easily complete the rules. As for the change of day and night, the change of seasons, it is also very easy to do. The reason that really made Zhuge Chen feel that a monk would never be an ordinary saint was that in that starry sky, he felt a trace of familiarity, just like his Sanchen Sword. And just as he was about to take the Sanchen Sword, he saw the lake pouring into the sky, and he was also dragged straight up to the clouds.

Thrown on top of the sea of clouds, Zhuge Chen, who was already full of meat, stood up with his waist and looked at everything around him. Being in this place is undoubtedly one step closer to the sea of stars. In addition to being secretly surprised, Zhuge Chen also tried his best to write it down in his heart, wanting to wait until he walked down the sea of clouds to evolve with the sword qi of the Sanchen sword. Although this seemed to be just one of his extravagant hopes, it would not be difficult if the Sanchen Sword Spirit was willing to cooperate.

However, until now, even though Zhuge Chen has tried to communicate with the sword spirit many times, it has almost all been to no avail. The only time was because the sword spirit was in a good mood and rewarded him with a sword qi. How could Zhuge Chen ever be so angry, but in the small world of Sanchen Sword, he could only leave with a scolding and scolding.

In the distance, monks burn incense and make tea, seemingly waiting for him. After Zhuge Chen wrote down the sea of stars, he stepped forward and sat down at the behest of the monk.

Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the sea of stars above his head, and said with a smile: "The reason why my predecessors take care of me so much is probably related to that kendo man, right?"

He patted his Sanchen sword, and then said, "The seniors recognized this Sanchen, who has been with the kendo people for a long time, right? But you ...... I'm helpless. ”

The monk laughed and said nothing, and Zhuge Chen continued to chatter: "Fighting with yourself is still the kind of life and death, and the heart is tired and the spirit is even more tired." Senior, why don't you be accommodating and let me go?"

The monk picked up the wine and teacup, poured the tea in the cup, and the tea churned like a river, and gushed: "This is my bamboo basket technique, can you see the subtlety in it?"

Zhuge Chen looked at the tea, and with just one glance, he sank into it. What he saw was a thousand small worlds, and every drop of water was a small world. Each of them has a side of the Buddhas, who worship the monks. He shook his head lightly and said honestly, "I don't know." ”

"Every world is my false body, or a god outside my body. The monk spoke, "When I salvaged this magic technique, I was not able to use it so mysteriously. is still in the fight with himself, gradually mastered. I am a close friend with a kendo person. He left the Sanchen Sword to you, which is equivalent to a kind of inheritance in sword cultivation. So for me, a person who has been lonely all my life, you are also equivalent to my inheritor. The real purpose of letting you win in the battle with yourself is that you can learn this wonderful trick of me. For cultivators, the realm of drawing water with a bamboo basket is a great watershed. Someone salvaged a very mysterious magic trick here and went to the sky. There are also people who have mediocre skills, but there are two that complement each other. I've seen your magic technique called Mirror Blossom Water Moon, and now you have such the ability to turn the world upside down, and I will definitely not be bad in the future. And it is very likely that it will be included in the list of 100 wonderful arts. But with the addition of me, it will naturally be able to make your killing power to the next level. How, do you have faith?"

For his own mirror, Zhuge Chen knew in his heart that it would be a matter of time before he entered the list of hundred wonderful techniques. Turning the world upside down is just a very simple way to use it. The real mystery is in reality as I think it is.

He finally didn't, let go of the hand holding the teacup, and said: "But senior, in addition to this mirror, I also have another reincarnation path that I have realized. Coupled with the mayfly shaking tree left by the previous god-king body who cut off fate, this is a full three. That's not all, there was once a Confucian sage who entered the Tao with a dream, and there was also a case, but it was hidden on my cultivation path, waiting for me to discover, or when the time came, it would become my bamboo basket magic. Seniors, look, I'll add one more one, a full five, this is really no one before or after!"