It's night.

There was a fire in the cave, and the warm flames danced with the mountain wind.

Song Zhong lay in front of the fire, and he was a little tired from practicing martial arts during the day, but at night, the sleepiness was really unbearable, and he fell asleep heavily.

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Late at night.

"Whew... Boom..."

A small sound sounded, like someone's foot on dry grass.

The sleeping swordsman suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand quietly grasped the sword at his waist.

Walking in the sinister rivers and lakes of people's hearts, only by being vigilant at all times can we be invincible.

Although the swordsman sleeps, the sword does not leave his body.

This shows the swordsman's defensive heart.

The ears listened to all the anomalous sounds, and the swordsman heard the faint sound of breathing.

This voice is even and long, obviously a famous martial artist, and a master of martial arts.

The swordsman is secretly moving, and the internal force is already working.

He was engrossed, and although his back was to the visitor, he could tell where the other person was by the sound of the visitor's breathing.

"Huh!"

The long sword is out of the sheath, and the sword is drawn out!

With his back to the comer, the sword was thrust backwards.

The visitor was startled, and raised his weapon to block it in a little hurry.

The swordsman felt the other party's breathing disorder and smiled.

"Smack!"

Song Zhong's sword collided with the opponent's weapon, but it did not make a crisp sound of gold and iron handing over as usual.

The swordsman couldn't strike a blow, so he quickly got up, faced the person in front of him, and cheered up.

His sword was quickly used, although he turned his back to the other party, but he also had seven successes, and he should be able to force the opponent back with one sword, but the other party did not retreat a step, just a little rushed.

This surprised him completely.

Even if the martial arts of the person who wants to come are not first-class masters, they are not much different from first-class masters.

"Who are you?" the swordsman asked coldly, "What is the purpose of coming here?"

The man who came held the stick in his right hand, and the stick stood on the ground.

"Are you Song Zhong?" the visitor asked.

The swordsman didn't answer, and through the flames, he barely saw the other party's appearance.

The other party is a man, with long hair coiled high, combed through the hair that looks like a scholar, his appearance is dusty, and his literary quality is polite, like a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken.

The man was dressed in a solid black robe embroidered with gold trim, and the flame shone on the garment, and the gold rim shone brightly.

Song Zhong was stunned, the clothes worn by the people who came were clearly the costumes of the four heavenly kings of the Wuji Holy Sect!

Except for the Wisdom Star King, each of them has the martial arts of the Grandmaster realm!

The Northland Spear King is a drunkard, good at spears, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, fierce and vicious, and his ears are hung with big gold rings.

The one-armed sword king is cold, only has a left arm, and has never liked to speak.

The king of the Phantom Night Qin is handsome, regards the qin as his life, and carries the guqin with him.

The Wisdom Star King is on crutches, blind, and his martial arts are also the lowest among the four heavenly kings, and he only has the ability of a first-class master, and is famous for his scheming.

The costumes of the Four Heavenly Kings are pure black, without any decorative patterns, just embroidered with gold edges.

Song Zhong carefully looked at the person in front of him, this person was very similar to the Wisdom Star King's daily dress, I am afraid it was the Wisdom Star King!

"Are you the Wisdom Star King Murong Chengxue?" Song Zhong said tentatively.

"Exactly. The person in front of him said, "Are you Song Zhong?"

Song nodded at the end of the day, but the other party waited for a while, and couldn't hear Song Zhong's reply, so he asked again: "Are you Song Zhong?"

Stunned, the swordsman raised his hand and shook it in front of Murong Chengxue, Murong Chengxue only felt the breeze blowing on his face, and his face was as usual.

Sure that the other party was really blind, the swordsman finally said: "Yes, my name is Song Zhong, and I will send the end with a sword." ”

Knowing that the other party was Song Zhong, Murong Chengxue smiled.

The Wisdom Star King smiled: "Two yellow orioles are singing green willows. ”

The honest swordsman replied: "A crane flies east over the sea!"

The Wisdom Star King said again: "The north wind swept the white grass and folded!"

The honest swordsman replied: "Draw your sword and look around!"

Song Zhong was quite excited, and Murong Chengxue was even more excited.

It's been three years!

Song has been undercover for three years, isn't it just for today's moment?

I saw that this Murong Chengxue suddenly took a few steps forward, and wanted to grab Song Zhong's hand, but unfortunately he missed it.

"Ahem, seniors, juniors are here. Song Zhong's voice appeared on Murong Chengxue's left side.

Murong Chengxue spread out her hands and hugged Song Zhong fiercely.

"Twenty years! Twenty years! Do you know how I've spent the past twenty years?" Murong Chengxue's voice trembled.

"Ahem, senior, don't get excited first, don't do it in the next day. ”

Song Zhong escaped Murong Chengxue's clutches, and carefully looked at this famous Wisdom Star King, Murong Chengxue, he never expected that this Wisdom Star King, Murong Chengxue, would be so enthusiastic.

"Damn. Senior nephew, don't you know how disgusting that stupid dog in charge is, he actually let me lurk in the Demon Sect for 20 years! The Wisdom Star King gushed out.

Song Zhong said: "Twenty years is really hard work. ”

The Wisdom Star King said, "Isn't that right, I can't eat well when I come here, and I can't sleep well..."

Murong Chengxue began to tell her bitter history, with a handful of snot and tears, which moved Song Zhong's heart.

Song Zhong comforted Murong Chengxue again and again.

Who knows, the Wisdom Star King was unforgiving, and he took Song Zhong's hand and talked about his affairs in the Wuji Holy Sect.

About an hour has passed...

Song finally pursed his mouth and was about to speak.

As a result, Murong Chengxue continued: "Those who were killed by the heavens, those heavenly kings and hall masters all looked at Lao Tzu unpleasantly..."

Another half hour passed.

"You don't know, this Northland Gun King is simply sick, he likes to drink, even if he likes to drink, he also likes to drink the wine in my bowl, every time Lao Tzu is blind and can't see, he robs me of wine. it..."

The honest swordsman's face no longer knew how much the wisdom star king spit, and the swordsman had no doubt that if he indulged the wisdom star king, he would definitely be able to talk for a day and a night.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Song Zhong suddenly coughed violently.

"That Phantom Night Emperor is simply crazy..."

"Ahem, ahem!"

The voice of the Wisdom Star King, Murong Chengxue, came to an abrupt end.

The Wisdom Star King asked with concern, "Senior nephew, what's wrong with you?"

The honest swordsman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Cough, the cave is damp and cold, and the disciple is indeed infected with wind cold. By the way, Uncle Shi, it's not too early, does the master have any tasks to convey?"

The Wisdom Star King nodded and said, "It's terrible to be infected with wind cold, I told you that you need to use it to be infected with wind cold..."

"You must pay attention to your body, warriors are also human beings, and they will be born, old, sick and die..."

"In such a damp cave, you must do a good job of keeping warm from the cold, otherwise you will get rheumatism when you get old!"

"Did you hear me talking to you?

"Drink plenty of hot water when you have time!"

"How old is it, this can still catch a cold..."

Song Zhong: "MMP..."

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