The river fogged up, and a flat boat slowly left.

The water is not rippling, slightly wavy, a white dress is hidden in it, the king of Jizo looked at Gu Qingci who was gradually moving away, under the mask, the slightly exposed face outlined a smile, slowly picked up the tea on the stone table, tasted it slowly, and said softly: "It's a bit of a scholar's appearance, this tea is brewed well, I heard that this kid also wrote a tea scripture, I have time to read it." ”

"King Jizo. ”

An ethereal but weak voice as if the spring rain was blowing faintly, and a woman appeared in the pavilion in the middle of the lake at some point, with an outstanding posture and a robe that could not hide all kinds of style.

"Why did you give Gu Qingci such a promise, our underworld could have completely not interfered, no matter how huge the power of Xingtianfu was in the underworld, how strong Gu Qingci was, it was impossible for him to affect my underworld, do you really think that after the Mid-Autumn Festival welcomed back the Holy Fire Flag, those so-called righteous martial arts would dare to chase down the underworld?"

The woman was in front of the King of Jizo, completely on an equal footing, and although her tone was peaceful, she was faintly questioning.

King Jizo put down his teacup, stared at the woman for a long time, and said, "What do I do, do I need to explain to you? ”

Houtu, the legendary saint in charge of the six reincarnations of the underworld, even in the underworld, is the only one who is on an equal footing with the king of the earth, but his reputation in the rivers and lakes is not obvious, thirty years ago, the generation of Houtu, once appeared in the rivers and lakes, many people think that Houtu did not unmask, otherwise it must be on the list of hundreds of flowers.

However, this generation of Houtu is even more legendary, and it has never unveiled its mask, but it was a surprise three months ago, ranking in the top ten of the Hundred Flowers List, just a back, which amazed the deputy owner of Fengmanlou, and was peerless.

"Jizo King!"

Houtu seemed to be a little annoyed, but there was some powerlessness, looking at the indifferent appearance of the King of Jizo, he gradually deflated, and said weakly: "Senior brother, you have changed, my father asked you to take good care of me before he died, after so many years, if you don't marry me, forget it, and now you still murder me......"

Hou Tu was talking and talking, and he actually brought a crying tone.

King Jizo said speechlessly: "Senior sister, you are so old, can you stop playing children's tricks, okay, I admit my mistake, I shouldn't murder you, but you don't care about what I do, hell will open, I can't hide, I have to take advantage of this time to make a plan." ”

Houtu raised his head, put away his crying, and said, "Senior brother, you cut the realm by yourself, with your talent, even if you kill yourself, you will definitely be able to rebuild." ”

King Jizo shook his head, stood up, turned around and slowly left, and said, "I don't care about being so greedy for life and afraid of death, whether his hell is real or fake, I will go through it...... Well, bring me the tea when you go, and I'll go back and drink it slowly!"

Hou Tu's expression must have been very exciting at this time, his face under the mask twitched fiercely, and he asked, "Senior brother, why are you so concerned about Gu Qingci, is he your illegitimate son outside?"

King Jizo stumbled under his feet, and with a quick wave of his hand, he tore a crack in the space in an instant.

In the Huxin Pavilion, Houtu lifted the teapot, muttered for a long time, and said slowly: "It seems that you have to investigate this Gu Qingci, senior brother, you ...... But don't really betray that person in the underworld!"

............

On the fifth day of the fourth month, the Zhaoshan River entered Broken Leaf County.

The moment he stepped into the Black Domain, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the already gloomy sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed in the clouds, and a whirlpool swirled in the sky, rolling up layers of storms, slowly moving towards the White Emperor City.

Under the storm, a group of people strolled along, forty disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect, in front of them was an old man with a sword, a young man caressed the old man forward, every step was very careful, if it weren't for the storm that almost suppressed a city, if it wasn't for the lightning and thunder, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone knew that it was the Mountain and River Divine Sword, maybe it was really misunderstood for an old man in his twilight years.

In front of the city gate, hundreds of Xingtianwei stood with swords, hundreds of horses were roaring, and the official roads, restaurants, inns, or villages and towns outside the city were all crowded with people, all of whom were Jianghu people who came with Zhao Shanhe.

The people of the Canglan Sword Sect stopped, Xing Tianwei separated, and the two of them rode out slowly, the gloomy sky, as if it was going to rain, a gust of wind blew, blowing up the hair of Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan, the yellow sand on the ground was raging, and the people were silent.

On the city wall, there was a man in a green shirt standing quietly, he also carried a sword on his back, calmly looking at the people of the Canglan Sword Sect, looking at the seemingly endless warriors outside the city, slowly drew out the long sword, and murmured: "I don't know when, can I lift the sword and enter the Cihang Sword Zhai?"

His name is Sad Wind, and now he is called North Wind, and he came to the Black Domain, in order to enter the South China Sea with a sword one day, and enter Cihang Sword Zhai, just for a peace of mind.

"Zang Feng. ”

Zhao Shanhe called lightly on the ground and said, "It's also a young generation of martial artists, do you understand the gap between you and Gu Qingci now?"

The young man who was supporting Zhao Shanhe slowly raised his head, looked at the storm in the sky, and then looked at the hundreds of heavenly guards at the gate of the city, nodded and said, "Senior uncle, the disciple understands." ”

"Got something!" Zhao Shanhe nodded.

When Zhao Shanhe went down the mountain, he took forty young disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect with him, but no one knew that the young man who had been supporting Zhao Shanhe was the next sect master Zang Feng of the Canglan Sword Sect, who was only in his twenties.

Zhao Shanhe's generation is the highest generation in the Canglan Sword Sect, even the current sect master is only a disciple of Zhao Shanhe, and Zang Feng is the same generation as the current sect master, and he is the personal disciple of the sword keeper of the Canglan Sword Sect.

In the past twenty years, Zang Feng Cong has not made any name in the rivers and lakes, and has always followed the sword guard, but the high-level leaders of the Canglan Sword Sect all know that this Inner Sect Master is a genius who thinks that he is no less than the seven mysteries of the world, he does not lack strength, he does not lack background, and the only thing he owes is only an opportunity.

However, during the trip to White Emperor City, Zang Feng was not the protagonist, although many high-level officials in the sect said that they would let Zang Feng solve this matter, and felt that this was an opportunity for Zang Feng to face the world, but the sword keeper handpicked Zhao Shanhe, and Zhao Shanhe's reaction caught many people off guard.

A genius like Zang Feng is always proud, he thinks that he will never lose to Gu Qingci, he has always been a little unimpressed by Zhao Shanhe's reaction and even asked several times, but he failed to get Zhao Shanhe's reply, until this moment, when he came to Broken Leaf County, he suddenly became famous.

Looking at the hundreds of Heavenly Guards, I felt the fighting spirit.

The three Heavenly Mandate Realm Great Cultivators cooperated with the battle formation, and they actually faintly fought against Zhao Shanhe's momentum.

"I understand, the gap between me and Gu Qingci is not a battle, he is worthy of Uncle Shi you to store a sword for him for a month!"