"Where is Sword Mountain?" asked Ren Baqian.

"No one knows, every sword slave knows that there is such a sword mountain, and there are countless people who want to explore, but no one has ever found it. Ning Caichen replied.

Ren Baqian thought about it, and he felt that the world needed a satellite. It's a pity that he has no money in the first place, which is good to say, he thinks that he will always have money.

But you can't bring anything that big, right? At least I never brought the bed I slept on.

I don't know if it's because of the problem of the mattress and the sheets, but I always bring the sheets over and bring them back.

But even if you bring it over, it's useless, and there is no transmitter, no operating station, no debugging personnel and staff, how can you send the satellite into the sky by yourself?

"Are all the spirit sword selected newborn children?"

"Most of the time, there are people who get it later, but it's rare. ”

"Is the spirit sword alive?" Ren Baqian has always been curious about this.

"They are also alive, but they are different from us ordinary people. The sword slaves can also empathize with the injuries they have received. If they were destroyed, the sword slave would also die. Ning Caichen stroked the sword body, and the green beads trembled slightly, as if he was communicating something.

"Do they feel the same when they are hurt?"

"Of course, they will convey their hearts to the sword slaves. For example, I feel pain all over my body right now. Ning Caichen continued to complain. Ren Baqian now felt that half of his expression was due to pain all over his body.

"How many sword masters are there?"

"I don't know, there are usually only a hundred or ten at the same time, and only when the world is chaotic will more sword masters be born. According to the record, a thousand years ago, there was a time when thousands of sword masters existed in the world at the same time, it was a magnificent era, countless heroes in the world, it is fascinating to think about. ”

Speaking of that magnificent era, Ning Caichen's eyes also lit up, and he had always been yearning for that era. However, when he thought that half of the green beads were shot down, he suddenly had no thoughts, his eyes dimmed directly, and the whole person exuded a desolate feeling.

Ren Baqian was full of illusions and expectations for this world, and Ning Caichen was sad on the side.

The ancient tribe in the mountains continued to do what they had to do, and some people thought of something through Fang Cai's voice, but most of them didn't know much. Nowadays, the sword master is rarely born, mostly in Great Xia, and the ancient people don't know much.

Everyone under the mountain also went back to rest, and many of them guessed what Fang Cai's voice was, but they didn't know what happened to Qi Zixiao after shooting that arrow. There is speculation that someone may have been unlucky.

The empress was lying in the chariot, with a thick animal skin underneath, one of the green kite and the red luan were beating their legs, the other was pinching their shoulders, and the empress was drinking herself with a wine jug.

"Your Majesty, what's that voice?" Hongluan asked softly. As the empress's maid, she is also well-informed, but she is still very curious about the situation of Fang Cai.

As Hongluan asked, the green kite also propped up her ears.

"It's just a little bug, it's too noisy, it's disturbing me. The empress said casually.

Seeing that the empress didn't say much, the two stopped asking.

If Ning Caichen and Lu Zhu heard the empress's words, they would probably be sad again.

If the green beads were a little more low-key, don't be so wordy, I'm afraid it won't be as miserable as it is now.

Whether you are a person or a sword, sometimes it is better to keep a low profile.

Nothing happened this night, after all the things of this day, Ren Baqian was already tired, and in the second half of the night, he added some branches to the fire, leaving Ning Caichen, who was in pain all over his body, to smoke and fall asleep on the ground.

There were pebbles all under him, and his whole body hurt after lying down for a long time, and even this he didn't care anymore, which showed the tiredness caused by what happened that day.

I am tired on my body, and I am tired on my heart.

Ren Baqian was woken up by the cold, the sky was already bright, and a layer of white mist rose around him. When I got up from the ground, I found that the moisture in the forest had wet my clothes, and the bonfire had been extinguished, no wonder it was so cold.

Ning Caichen was holding the sword on the side, his eyes had long been closed, and his brows were still tightly wrinkled.

Ren Baqian got up and pulled in the bonfire, there was no spark at all, and he didn't bother to toss anymore, so he hugged his arms there and waited for dawn. Thinking that he would be able to go down the mountain in a while, Ren Baqian felt that his heart was over, and the most dangerous night had finally passed.

Half an hour later, Ning Caichen also woke up.

After waking up this time, it's more or less normal, at least it's no longer the resentful woman.

"Wait a little longer, make a fire and get something to eat, and then get ready to go down the mountain by noon. Ren Baqian said.

Ning Caichen nodded and continued to hold his sword.

When the sun rose in the distance and the fog in the mountains was less, Ren Baqian went to the surrounding area to pick up some branches and came back.

The fire was lit, the meat was roasted, and it was seven or eight o'clock when the meat was roasted, and the two of them had a brief bite and got up to prepare to go down the mountain.

Ren Baqian was still holding a crossbow in one hand and a branch in the other hand to scare snakes in the forest, while Ning Caichen was holding a spirit sword in both hands and following behind with the appearance of a sunset warrior.

First, he walked all the way along the stream, and when he saw the old godmother yesterday, Ren Baqian's eyes swept over it, and he immediately ran over and pulled it a few times with a branch, and then carefully took out a thing from it.

As soon as Ning Caichen looked at the things in his hand, a disgusted look appeared on his face.

Ren Baqian doesn't dislike it, if this is right, it's that thing, right? The toothed tiger can be regarded as a tiger whip, right? This good thing was not smashed, and it was really lucky.

Just take it back and give it to Chen Qing, that goods should need this treasure.

At this time, on the way down the mountain, Ren Baqian lost the bitter and cautious appearance of yesterday, and began to think about other things in his heart. Carrying it and throwing it into the creek to rinse it, Ren Baqian began to think about how to bring it back.

I can't hold it in my hand, and there are some other things in my fanny pack, and if I put this thing in, it will all get dirty.

"Brother, help me take it down the mountain, I can't take it in my hand. Ren Baqian asked Ning Caichen with a smiling face.

Ning Caichen's face twitched, and his head was like a rattle.

Ren Baqian saw that he was killed and didn't touch it, and he was reluctant to throw it, so he had to tear off the strip of cloth on his body, roll it up and stuff it into his waist bag.

Originally, his clothes were torn in a lot of places in the forest, and he tore them twice, and at this time he looked like he was about the same as Huazi, and he was a pair of difficult brothers with the ragged Ning Caichen.

The way down the mountain is much easier than going up the mountain, the two of them walked down a little further, and began to see the figure, Du Changkong was carrying a mace behind him, and he was running out with a ball in both hands, the speed was quite fast, Ren Baqian didn't wait for the opening, Du Changkong had already run away.

It didn't take long for Ren Baqian to see someone holding a long-lost toothed tiger in both hands, which was even bigger than yesterday's one, but his head was smashed like Shaqima.

When Ren Baqian saw the many mounts and carriages in the distance at the edge of the woods, he began to burst into tears, and he finally came out of this ghost forest alive.

When I went down the mountain, I saw that the nearby clearing was full of all kinds of prey, and there were people recording on the side.

The two of them came out empty, and no one cared when the others saw it.

But what came out behind the two of them was Quan Yonghe and Quan Yonglin, Quan Yonghe had a dry smile on his face that said I was unhappy, and Quan Yonglin had a dry smile.

The two of them also had empty hands, and Quan Yonglin had a few more scars on his body, especially his waist was stained red with blood.

Ren Baqian looked back at the two of them like this, and he didn't have to think about it to know that even if he encountered prey, he was smashed into an old godmother by Quan Yonglin.

Ignoring the others, Ren Baqian ran to report to the empress in a dirty body.

Spending the night on the mountain this time is a bit punitive, and the miserable point I made will make people sympathize.

"Your Majesty, the minister almost couldn't come back this time. As soon as he saw the empress, Ren Baqian didn't say a word, and began to cry first.

"Oh, how can I remember that Ren Sicheng is killing all directions?" The empress's cold voice came, and Ren Baqian's whole body stiffened.