A high-masted sailing ship, riding the wind and waves, moving forward in the vast East China Sea.

Duguyun, dressed in white, stood by the railing of the ship, looking at Miyako Island in front of him, and behind him, Lin Zhong, Zhao Guang, and Li Yun stood quietly beside him.

Dugu Yun let out a sigh of relief and said to the three people beside him: "After inspecting this Miyako Island, I can finally go home." ”

Lin Zhong nodded, "Well, this Miyako Island is already the southernmost of the sixteen islands of Tianlong, today we will rest in Miyako, tomorrow we will check the situation of the army defending the island, and the day after tomorrow we can return to Dongshan." ”

Duguyun seemed to be a little impatient, "No, we will start to inspect when we arrive on the island, and we will go home tomorrow. ”

Lin Zhong was stunned when he heard this, and thought for a moment, "Hmm... It's okay to listen to the arrangement of the Holy Maiden. ”

The clouds are bright in the morning, and the clouds are dark in the evening. The clouds are thick when it is cloudy, and the clouds are light when it is sunny.

The snow has fallen in the Central Plains for more than a month, and finally the sunny day has appeared; in front of the gate of Zongshan in the Central Plains, Jingru, dressed in yellow, is worried about his toes, looking in the direction of the gate of the Zongfu, while chattering in pieces.

"What, my brother said that he would leave after breakfast, why did he go back to the sect again. ”

Azhu, who was standing on the side, comforted him: "Young master, he will be back in a while, miss, go and wait in the car." ”

Jingru nodded helplessly, and just as Jingru raised his foot to enter the carriage, a blond-haired and blue-eyed man from a foreign country happened to walk along the mountain road and walked in front of the mountain gate.

"Is that you?"

Jingru looked surprised, and looked at the person, it was Mu Long, who had several faces.

Mu Long had a bright smile on his face, and in his eyes, there was a little divine light, his right hand was close to his chest, and he bowed his head towards Jingru, "Long time no see, Miss Jingru." ”

Jing Ruyi hurriedly got out of the car, bowed to Mu Long, and gave a salute.

In the ice and snow, Jingru, who was dressed in yellow, was like the ice and snow girl in Mu Long's eyes, and for a while, he was a little stupid.

Ah Zhu on the side, delicately minded, looked at Mu Long, followed his gaze, looked at the young lady beside him, couldn't help but cover his mouth, and laughed.

And seeing this scene, in addition to Ah Zhu, there was also a young Confucian student who walked here from the sect.

Azhu hurriedly bowed, "Chief Administrator".

Li Xinjing walked in front of Jing Ru and bowed his head to signal, then turned to look at Mu Long, and arched his hand: "Brother Mu Long, please follow me into the sect, the sect master and the young master are waiting for you." ”

Hearing this, Mu Long withdrew his gaze from staring at Jingru, stayed for a moment, and then followed Li Xin and walked towards the gate of the sect's mansion.

Jingru watched the two leave with a suspicious expression, and Mu Long also turned back from time to time to look at Jingru.

"Aju... This man actually knew his father, how come I haven't seen him come to our house before. ”

Ah Zhu shook his head, "I haven't seen it either, but Miss, among the people who know the sect master, you haven't seen it, Miss, but there are many of them." ”

"That's what you said, the young master of the dart game who came to the sect last time is still commensurate with his father, uncle and nephew, and I still see it for the first time. ”

Ah Zhu looked at Jingru and said with a smile, "It's the young master of Weiyuan Dart Bureau, Lin Pinzhi." ”

Jingru nodded awkwardly, "Uh... That's right, it's Weiyuan Dart Game. ”

Ah Zhu talked about the young master of the dart game surnamed Lin, and a look of regret inadvertently appeared on his face.

"Alas, he's so pitiful, their family was killed overnight, and he was deliberately let away by the assassin. ”

When Jingru heard Ah Zhu say this, a look of unbearability appeared on her face, and she shook her head and sighed lightly.

Zhongyuan Sect, in a pavilion, Jing Lan drank tea alone, and Jing Ao, Li Xin, and Mu Long sat aside.

Mu Long and Li Xin glanced at each other and were silent, while Jing Ao on the side was also expressionless, thinking to himself.

After a long time, Jing Lan put down the teacup and snorted softly, breaking the silence, "I didn't expect that the number one assassin organization in Middle-earth, the Seven Grass Gate, was actually from the Spirit Firefly Sect. ”

Li Xin also nodded, and responded: "Indeed, it is hidden." ”

Jing Ao glanced at his father, "Xiaoru is still waiting for me, and the child will go down the mountain first." ”

After Jing Lan nodded, Jing Ao got up and left alone.

When Mu Long heard this, his eyes moved, and he looked at Jing Lan with a smile, "Sect Master Jing, Mu Long has also finished reporting the situation, so let's go down the mountain with Young Master Ao." ”

Jing Lan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, let him send Prince Mu Long down the mountain." ”

After the two left, only Li Xin and Jinglan were left in the pavilion.

Li Xin saw that the teacup in front of Jinglan was empty, so he picked up the teapot, added tea, and said:

"Sect Master, the Weiyuan Dart Bureau has already sent someone to see it, and it is indeed an assassin's method of killing. ”

Jing Lan nodded and smiled, "It seems that it is really a good thing that our deputy sect master has done." ”

"Sect Master..."

Li Xin was about to say something, but was interrupted by Jing Lan waving his hand.

"You don't have to ask about the matter of the deputy sect master, I have my own arrangements. ”

Li Xin was stunned when he heard this, put down the teapot, and said, "Yes"

......

Send me to shake the whip to the east, this mountain is silent to see the Central Plains.

At the foot of Genting Mountain, Mu Long watched the convoy of Jingru and his party go away, in a daze.

Lingnan Mansion, on the Longhu Mountain Road, the homeless young man held Lian Ling, who was already asleep in his arms, along the stone steps, looking at the top of the mountain.

In the Zhengyi Sect, a dragon roar came from the direction of the ancestral hall, and in the study, Wen Hua put down the scriptures in his hand, pushed the door and walked to the courtyard.

A young man in blue came to the courtyard and looked at Wen Hua speechlessly, "Dad, the sword you picked up has started calling again." ”

Wen Hua didn't care, he seemed to feel something, and walked in the direction of the mountain gate, Wen Wen scratched his head, and then followed.

The homeless young man took a few steps, stepped over the mountain steps, looked up at the Zhengyi Mountain Gate in front of him, and a sense of familiarity like homecoming once again came to his mind.

At this time, an old man in gray quietly appeared in front of the homeless young man, leaned over and saluted: "Welcome back the ancestor."

The homeless young man pursed his lips with an embarrassed expression, "Okay, I'm looking for your help when I came back, help me take a look at this person first, the situation seems to be a little bad." ”

When Wen Hua heard this, he looked into the arms of the homeless young man, and it was actually a beautiful woman, Wen Hua couldn't help but blush, and said in his heart, "It's worthy of being an ancestor, more than a thousand years old, and the spring heart is not old..."

The homeless youth seemed to hear Wen Hua's heart, and his face drooped, "You... Don't get cranky. ”

Wen Hua was shocked when he heard this, and bowed his head in shame, "Uh... Future generations don't dare, don't dare. ”

At this moment, Wen Wenyi rushed over panting, "I said... Daddy... Why are you running so fast? ”

Seeing the homeless young man on the side, Wen Wen's face was full of doubts, "Dad, who is this?"

"Ahem, this is... Forehead... This one... It's your senior, hurry up and salute your senior. ”

Wen Wen saw his father stumbling out of such a sentence, and his expression was strange, "He, senior, where does he look like my senior?"

Seeing this, Wen Hua slapped his son on the back of the head, "What nonsense, salute quickly!"

Wen Wen was helpless, and reluctantly bowed his head to the homeless youth, "I've seen my predecessors."

The corner of the homeless young man's mouth hooked, and he smiled faintly, "You're welcome, you can call me by my name, my name is Baizhu." ”

Wen Wen raised his head and smiled, and arched his hand at the homeless young man: "My name is Wen Wen."

Then, when Wen Wen fell on Lian Ling, who was holding Baizhu in front of his chest, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "She?... It's her!"

The homeless youth and Wen Hua were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Wen Wen.

Wen Wen said in surprise: "She is the one who stole the spirit rune that night!"

The homeless young man looked at Wen Hua with an embarrassed look on his face.

Wen Hua didn't care, and smiled faintly at the homeless youth, "It's nothing, it's nothing." ”

Wen Wen was puzzled, "Father, she killed two people from our sect!"

Wen Hua sighed and said softly, "Maybe it's fate, don't mention this matter again." ”

While the two were talking, a dragon groan burst came through the air, and the divine sword Tianzong once again fell in front of the wandering young man.

The homeless young man shook his head helplessly, and sneered: "Really, it's still entangled with me." ”

The sword groaned lightly, the dragon tongue and the sword body, the divine light was clear, and the gentle text on the side was full of fine light...

The homeless youth looked at Wen Wen and thought for a moment, "Do you like it?"

Wen Wen nodded violently, "I like it!"

"Then I'll send you"

"Uh, this sword, is it yours?" Wen Wen saw that the homeless young man said so lightly, and he was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Wen Hua frowned, looked at the homeless youth, and said in a deep voice: "No! This sword is extraordinary, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to have, so it is up to you to take it with you." ”

Wen Wen couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he was also curious, his father was obviously old, and he actually called him so respectful in front of this young man in the next generation.

The homeless young man looked down and thought about it, and felt that it seemed to be the same thing, but when he looked up again, he saw Wen Wen's eyes full of innocence, looking at the sky, although it was longing, but it was also pure.

"Leave the sword aside for the time being, help me heal this girl first. ”

Wen Hua looked at the woman in the arms of the homeless young man when he heard this, reached out and touched the pulse, and said in a deep voice: "The pulse is weak, like excessive blood loss, but it's not a big deal." ”

The homeless youth shook her head, "The key is her arm."

Wen Hua immediately grabbed Lian Ling's wrist and pressed it lightly, his eyes were shocked, and he looked at the homeless young man.

The homeless youth nodded and said in a deep voice, "The bones are shattered, can they be cured?" ”

Wen Hua put down Lian Ling's wrist, was silent for a long time, his eyes were solemn, and he looked at the homeless youth, "The descendants will definitely do their best to the power of the sect."

Chapter 46: The End