After that night, Mo Zijin also personally searched for the traces of Jian Han, but found nothing, and later asked Daqian's Shadow Dragon Guard to secretly search for it in the world, but there was still no news.

As time passed, this matter was gradually forgotten by Mo Zijin, but every time he saw the Dao Yin Sword placed here, he couldn't help but think of the sword cold who held the sword like a god back then.

The reason why the Dao Yin Sword has been hidden here for a hundred years, Mo Zijin has also looked for the master of the Dao Yin Sword, and has also found a lot of good sword practice embryos, but Mo Zijin always feels that these people are not so compatible with the Dao Yin Sword, which is insulting to the sword god style of Jian Han back then.

Of course, Mo Zijin also has his own selfishness, if he lets this sword go out, it will be a waste, after all, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and it is not a good thing to see if the descendants of his Mo family are born to practice swords in the future.

However, it made Mo Zijin feel a pity, not to mention the embryos of the Mo family who practiced swords for a hundred years, even if they had good qualifications along the way in martial arts, there were not many of them.

couldn't help but make Mo Zijin a little worried, if he was a hundred years later, who would protect Daqian. Looking back, I am relieved, I have also protected the country for more than 100 years, and I don't need to worry so much, my children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and I will do my best to obey the destiny of heaven, but maybe this time is also a good opportunity to find a backer for Daqian.

The reason why Mo Zijin called Emperor Qiandi Mo Zhenghao over today was because he found that this sword shook twice as if there was a sword sound, and Mo Zijin faintly felt a familiar breath just now, so he called Emperor Qiandi over and asked Emperor Qiandi to check.

"The great-grandson knows, so I will send someone to investigate, the great-grandson has something unknown, wouldn't it be better for you to take a look at it yourself?" After listening to the story told by Gaozu Mo Zijin, Emperor Qiandi realized that this sword was left by a person as powerful as Gaozu.

Mo Zijin shook his head and said, "A hundred years have passed, if he doesn't die, his cultivation will definitely go to the next level." He didn't come directly to me, maybe he had his own business to do, and I naturally couldn't find any trace of him, maybe he thought that I had already returned to the loess, and ventured into the palace for fear of causing a misunderstanding. Dao Yin Sword is here, and he will come sooner or later. I'll let you check it out just to have peace of mind, just follow the fate, no need to make a big fuss. ”

Emperor Mo Zhenghao nodded thoughtfully and said, "The great-grandson knows, so I will let the news of the sword released by the Shadow Dragon Guard in the palace circulate in the capital." In this way, if that senior is in the capital, he will naturally know that not only the sword is there, but the old man is also still there. ”

"Okay, go ahead, just do as you want. After speaking, Mo Zijin's figure disappeared into the main hall.

Mo Zhenghao reluctantly glanced at the Dao Yin Sword twice, and then respectfully withdrew from the main hall.

Not long after the old thing and Chang'an finished lunch, there were rumors outside that there was a peerless sword in the palace of the capital, and there was a sword made of meteorites from the sky, and it was even outrageous that a sword fell from the sky.

The old thing's face was slightly red, and Chang'an had a bulging belly, one person hiccuped, and the other walked out of Wang Ji Restaurant with a full burp, which was really a living grandfather and grandson.

The old thing originally wanted to pay for it himself, but the shopkeeper insisted on not accepting it, saying that Fei Ye would let him count his account, and he would never dare.

In the end, the old thing can't resist the shopkeeper, and he doesn't have enough money after listening to the account, so forget it. Of course, I didn't forget to say hello to Fei Ye in the shopkeeper's mouth, and thanked him politely.

At that time, Fei Xiong, Hu Fei, and Qi Hong had already drunk crookedly, how could they still have the high-spirited appearance when they first came in, not to mention the cultivation of the Four Elephant Realm, no one used internal strength to force out the strength of the wine, and naturally there was no difference between the drunk little people. Blowing cowhides, knocking on the table, and persuading each other to drink, it's not lively.

Walking on the streets of the capital, listening to the news of the sword in the palace that spread from the streets and alleys, the old thing couldn't help but smile, and said secretly in his heart: I have a heart, I didn't expect that the Daoyin Sword is still here after a hundred years, but I don't know if I can get this sword smoothly. After all, a hundred years have passed, and this person's heart will change, and family affection can fade, not to mention friends who have not known each other for a long time.

"Old thing, it's really cool to eat today, and when I grow up, I make good money and let you drink wine and eat big fish and meat every day. Chang'an touched his bulging belly and said happily to the old thing, the life of the rich is really good, and you don't have to worry about the next meal after this meal.

The old thing said with a smile: "You don't have to wait for you to grow up, in the future, our master and apprentice will have two meals of big fish and meat, and we will just wait for the teacher to pay off the debt." ”

Chang'an is still suspicious of the old thing's words, and always feels that the old thing is unreliable, and there are things to hide from him, "True or false?"

The old thing was annoyed: "You baby, why don't you believe it, I really don't lie to you for the teacher, and after the teacher wants to finish the debt, you can practice the sword with peace of mind, don't worry about eating and drinking." ”

Chang'an in front listened well, but when he heard the back, Chang'an slapped his head and came again. This wine still has to be drunk by the master, and if you drink too much, it is estimated that it is not good for the brain, and it doesn't look like you are drunk, why do you talk nonsense, why do you still think about practicing swords, you really think you are a martial arts master.

"Old thing, wait where we go. Chang'an hurriedly diverted the topic, for fear that the old thing would be forced to be anxious and find a branch to play swordsmanship, it doesn't matter if he is ridiculed, don't spit out the big fish and meat full of fish and meat that he just worked so hard to eat, it would be too wasteful, not worth it.

The old thing thought for a while, "Let's go, find an inn and settle down first, and we'll leave when the teacher wants to finish his debts." This is full of food and drink, and sleeping is the most comfortable thing in the world. In the past, Master would not be blessed, but now he will. ”

Chang An smiled happily and said, "That's good, I think so." ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Chang'an Youla shrugged his face and said: "Do you still want to get this debt back? ”

The old thing slapped his thigh and stomped his foot and said, "I'm a little ancestor, when will you become a money fan, you can rest assured, you will definitely be able to." In addition to the money left over from the clothes bought by our master and apprentice, what kind of flowers do you want to eat, don't save it for the master. ”

Chang'an let out an "oh", hurriedly hugged the silver in his arms, and said like a child protecting food: "That's not possible, I have to help keep your coffin for the old thing, this can't be spent." ”

The old thing rolled his eyes, but he still felt a hint of warmth in his heart, "Whatever you want, you can be happy." But it's okay, you are equivalent to holding a coffin in your arms, and the meaning is good, you are promoted and rich, you are really my good disciple. ”

Chang An turned around and kicked the old thing's calf: "The old thing talks well, yin and yang are weird." ”

The old thing hurriedly smiled and said, "No, no, you misunderstood, what the master said in his heart." ”

"The old thing will find the inn later, I'll buy you some vinegar to drink, they all say that drinking vinegar can cure hangover, I'm afraid you will drink stupidly." Chang'an looked around to see where there were shops.

The old thing had a worried face, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't don't, little Chang'an, don't." That's a lie, besides, Master's wine can taste enough for a day, don't waste it. ”

"Well, that's up to you. ”

The old thing touched the non-existent sweat on his forehead, but fortunately, Xiao Changan didn't insist. Otherwise, if you drink another bowl of vinegar, this old tooth will not only be sour, but it is estimated that it will be diluted.

An old man and a young man walked around the street to see the stops, looked at several inns, and finally found one that satisfied Chang'an, the most important thing is cheap.

The old thing can be regarded as a long sigh of relief, this well-fed walked in such a big circle, almost not tired, back to the room and fell asleep.

Chang'an is no exception, falling asleep, feeling that this time I slept exceptionally sweet. In the dream, Chang'an seemed to see himself becoming a chic swordsman, quick sword and revenge in the rivers and lakes, chivalrous and righteous, and was worshiped by many people.

It wasn't until it was getting late that the old thing woke up in a daze, looking at Chang'an lying saliva with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was estimated that he was dreaming again.

The old thing lightly washed his face, combed his slightly unkempt hair a little, and then said hello to the man at the inn, if the boy in the room got up, he would help bring some food, so that the boy would not run around waiting for him.

The winter sun was setting quickly, and by the time the old thing reached the main street leading to the palace, it was already dark, and the temperature outside was getting colder by the day.

At this time, the old thing was no longer the old man hiding in the broken temple in the Northern Wei Dynasty and Chang'an, curled up on the straw in the corner, roasting the fire, and looking weak, but the whirring cold wind blew the old thing's body straight.

I saw the old thing step out a few feet away, standing in the air, and then stepping out of the palace and entering the palace, and the third step the old thing seemed to become the poor old man, flickering in the palace, as if he was stealing chickens and dogs.

"Ahem, Brother Jian Han, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and it's changed a lot. Mo Zijin used a secret method to transmit the voice, and only the old thing could hear it clearly.

"I haven't been to your Daqian Palace for a hundred years, and the changes are too great, I can't find my way. The old thing looked at Mo Zijin who suddenly appeared in front of him and smiled, and couldn't help but sigh that a hundred years have passed, but this former friend has not changed much.

Mo Zijin saw that the current Jian Han couldn't match the sword god of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone a hundred years ago, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Jian Han, what did you experience that night, how did you become like this?"

Moreover, Mo Zijin didn't feel any cultivation aura on Jian Han's body, not even a trace of true qi, compared to the sword god he saw standing like a divine sword a hundred years ago, the current Jian Han is really no different from an old man in the twilight. But Mo Zijin looked at Jian Han carefully, and faintly had a feeling of fitting the avenue, if it weren't for Jian Han standing in front of him, he would really regard him as an ordinary old man.

The old thing found a step, sat on the ground, cocked Erlang's legs and said, "In the past, I was obsessed with martial arts all the way, and I was too tired to live, and it was boring." Now it's like a person, free and happy. ”

"There are a lot of people here, come to my main hall and talk about it. As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zijin disappeared into the dark night of the deep palace, and the old thing followed Mo Zijin to the underground hall.

When he came to the main hall, the old thing only ran a little bit of true qi and saw the Dao Yin Sword that had been roaring all the time, just like a child seeing a relative who had been away from his hometown for a long time, circling around the old thing.

The old thing looked at the Dao Yin Sword and smiled, stretched out his index finger and flicked the sword body, "It's been a hundred years that have buried you." ”

I saw that the old thing grabbed the hilt of the sword and played a sword dance, and suddenly the hall was full of brilliance and sword energy. In the hands of the old thing, the Dao Yin Sword is sometimes as gentle as jade like the bright moon hanging high in the sky in the dark night, sometimes as dazzling as the sun in the desert, and sometimes as cold and biting as the snow in winter.

At this time, when Mo Zijin looked at the old man in front of him who was about the same age as himself, he felt that he was not so strange, and the sword god of the year had returned.

In this way, Mo Zijin looked at the peerless heroism of the sword god of the sword back then, and the old thing kept dancing the sword, as if he wanted to vent his thoughts in the past hundred years. If Mo Zijin hadn't used his true qi to protect the surroundings of the palace, I'm afraid that the overflowing sword qi of the old thing would have demolished this underground palace long ago.

After a long tea time, the old thing stopped and touched the sword body and said, "Go and stay first, and then take you home and find you a good master." The old thing threw it casually and placed the Dao Yin Sword on the sword platform again.

The old thing walked to the corner table, and Mo Zijin had already prepared drinks and snacks.

Mo Zijin poured wine for the old thing and said: "Brother Jian Han, when you hear this, you dare to find the heir of the mantle and bowl and come to get the sword, right?"

The old thing had a drink with Mo Zijin, waved his hand and said embarrassedly: "Where is it, the main thing is that my saber has been placed in the capital for a hundred years, and it is too troublesome for your brother Zijin." ”

The old thing also deliberately emphasized the four words of my saber, this time has passed in a hurry, and the two lives of ordinary people are going to end, and it is really hard to count whose thing is, and there is no evidence.

Mo Zijin looked at the difference between this bad old man and Brother Jian Han back then, and said with a smile: "So Brother Jian Han wanted to take the sword secretly from the beginning, it would be best if you didn't greet me, right?"

The old thing was pierced by Mo Zijin's intentions, his face was a little embarrassed, and his head suddenly shook like a rattle, and he picked up the wine jug and poured Mo Zijin full of wine and said: "Then how can it be, although the sword has not been passed out in the past hundred years, Brother Zijin has no merit and hard work, how can I spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

As soon as the old thing said this, Mo Zijin's one hundred and eighty-year-old face turned as red as the woman who smeared rouge and gouache and said: "I'm not always thinking about Brother Jian Han, looking forward to Brother Jian Han's sword god heroism reappearing in the rivers and lakes, no, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years." ”

If Emperor Qiandi saw Grandpa Gaozu here and was sloppy here like a ruffian, he would probably be shocked and dislocated his jaw.

How could Jian Han, who had lived for one hundred and seventy years, not know what Mo Zijin was thinking, he just wanted to seek good fortune for future generations, but he didn't get it, and of course he didn't say it directly.

The two of them drank one after another, and did not speak.

Until a pot of wine was drunk for more than half of the time, the old thing picked up his sleeve and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and said, "Do you want to give it?"

Mo Zijin squinted at Jian Han with a wine glass: "Don't give it." ”

The old thing also looked at Mo Zijin with a smile, did not speak, and waited for the following.