The long street is bustling, the cries are endless, the scholars and wanderers are responsible for leading the donkeys, the dignitaries and nobles wear gorgeous clothes in and out of the high pavilion of the restaurant, and Miss Meiyue Hualou caress the piano and makes red makeup.

There was once a poem that said: The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain.

This is Gangneung.

A flying sword hovered over Gangneung City, offering a bird's-eye view of this Jiangnan water city under this canopy.

"Senior Fang Huai, can those people see us?" Ling Jiang asked curiously, standing on top of the flying sword. This is the first time he has been flying in the sky on a flying sword, the feeling is self-evident, at first Ling Jiang was afraid that he would fall, but after stepping on the flying sword, the feeling was like walking on the ground, very stable.

"I want them to see it, and they can see it. Fang Huai smiled, "Do you see which family it is?" do you need me to fly a little lower?"

Ling Jiang shook his head and pointed to a mansion and said, "Senior Fang Huai, that's it." ”

"Good. Fang Huai nodded, driving the flying sword towards the courtyard.

Perhaps because he was jealous that Lingjiang had a little white, Chen Baohan also raised a little white cat, and he would hold the cat in the yard and play in the sun on weekdays.

At this time, she was cutting the nails of the little white cat with Ya'er, only to feel that something seemed to fly down from the sky, Ya'er looked back and couldn't help but exclaim: "Childe!"

The flying sword was suspended three feet above the ground, Ling Jiang jumped lightly, and the whole person landed safely.

After taking the flying sword, the young man beckoned to Ya'er.

There will be Fang Huai on the side, and Ya'er didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so she could only keep throwing a happy look at Ling Jiang.

In the past two months, Ling Jiang has been practicing penance in Dongting Lake, and this Ya'er knows it, so the two of them exchange letters on weekdays, and they will write a letter to each other every six or seven days. Anyway, Dongting Lake is not far from Jiangling City, and it can be delivered in half a day.

Chen Baohan looked at Fang Huai with both eyes, this was the first time she had seen an immortal who could fly with a sword, and the little girl's family was naturally very curious.

"Ya'er, go into the house and pack your things, we're going to Chang'an. Ling Jiang said softly.

"Really!" Ya'er couldn't help but be a little happy when she heard this. Although Chen Baohan is accompanied by him in Jiangling City, he looks at these water and boats every day, and it will always be boring after a long time.

After three teas, Ya'er walked out of the house with the burden on her back, and after handing the burden to Ling Jiang, she went to say goodbye to Chen Baohan's aunt before leaving.

Fang Huai didn't say anything about this, and he didn't care about delaying here for a little longer.

When Ya'er returned to Ling Jiang's side, she saw that Ling Jiang's hands were empty, and she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Childe, where is the burden I just gave you?"

Ling Jiang just smiled, "This is a secret, I'll tell you when I go to Chang'an." ”

"Oh......" Ya'er nodded, not asking any further.

"Let's gossip on the road, it's time for us to go. Fang Huai, who was stepping on the flying sword, urged.

Ya'er glanced up at the three-foot-high flying sword hanging in the air, and couldn't help but say in distress, "Childe, how can I go up?"

Ling Jiang smiled, grabbed Ya'er's waist unexpectedly, and jumped on the spine of the sword with Ya'er in his arms. Despite Ling Jiang dragging herself, Ya'er was so frightened that she screamed.

When she came back to her senses, the flying sword had already flown up the clouds, looking down, Jiangling City was as small as an ant in her eyes, Ya'er overlooked the world from such a high place for the first time, and couldn't help but feel weak in her feet, but fortunately, Ling Jiang's powerful arms hugged her tightly, so she didn't fall.

Ya'er thought about it, this seemed to be the first time she had been hugged so tightly by Ling Jiang, right? Thinking of this, her whole body was already shy, but fortunately, no one would notice her embarrassing scene at this time.

"Childe, shall we go directly to Chang'an?" Ya'er asked softly.

"Of course. Ling Jiang nodded and said, "By the way, Senior Fang Huai, how long will it take us to get to Chang'an?"

Fang Huai, who was walking with his sword, said: "If it is an ordinary monk of the Six Realms, it will take eight or nine days to go to Chang'an from here, and if I move forward at full speed, I can reach Chang'an in less than a day." But after all, I still have to protect the two of you from falling, so it should be two days before I arrive in Chang'an. ”

"Is it actually going to take two days?" Ling Jiang was slightly surprised.

It takes two days for Edgeworth to fly, and Chang'an is so far away from Jiangling City.

The flying sword traveled through the sea of clouds, and soon passed many small towns and cities. Looking at the bright clouds in front of him, Ling Jiang couldn't help but murmur softly: "Chang'an, ......"

The so-called near-hometown is more timid, but going to Chang'an is not returning to his hometown, and Ling Jiang somehow has a kind of restlessness, like a deer crashing into his heart. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he set off from Pinghai Town, and after nearly half a year, he finally arrived in Chang'an, and the young man's blazing heart finally boiled again.

Before leaving, Ling Jiang had already handed over the letter written by Dabai to Chen Baohan, believing that after reading it, she would know how to choose. He and Ya'er walked in Gangneung for a spring, as if they had a brief dream, in which he often dreamed of Chang'an.

And now, the dream has woken up, and Chang'an is near.

As for the people in the dream, they kept them in the dream the most.

After passing through, it is an encounter, and after getting acquainted, it is a fate, there is a gathering and dispersing, this is the world.

A few hours passed, and the sea of clouds was dyed red again, although this time it was still the appearance of the evening, but in the world under the sea of clouds, it was already late at night.

After eating half of the coarse cake, Ya'er couldn't help but feel sleepy.

Ling Jiang played with the green silk hanging from her shoulder, and said softly, "If you are sleepy, you can sleep." ”

Ya'er nodded, and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you sleeping with that son?"

"Getting less sleep is out of the way. Ling Jiang said with a smile. This is not a joke for him, now that he has stepped into the triple mountain, his physique has changed greatly, even if he does not fit his eyes for a night, he can still be energetic.

If he waited for his Qi Refining Realm to climb up a bit, even if he didn't fit his eyes for three or five days, there would be no problem at all.

"I have to wait until the Six Realms to be able to control the sword, and I am only in the second realm now" Ling Jiang smiled bitterly, he actually had an idea, that is, after he was able to fly the sword, he would fly back to Pinghai, and take the rhubarb to see what kind ......of place Chang'an was.

Of course, I don't know when this will be realized, he is only in the second realm now, and he doesn't even have a natal flying sword.

"I don't know if the sword that Xian'er gave me can fly," Ling Jiang thought to himself, .......

Before leaving, Jiang Chengzi really gave Ling Jiang a storage bag, which was not very large, so it could only hold about a box. However, it was enough for the current Ling Jiang, so he put all the things in his baggage into the storage bag, including the burden that Ya'er gave him.

The night is like flowing water, and it will be dawn in a flash.

Although Ling Jiang was not sleepy, it was too boring along the way, he still couldn't help but stand and doze off for a while, surprised that he didn't fall, and he didn't know if Fang Huai's predecessor had used some means.

When he was napping, he dreamed of Chang'an.

Although he didn't go to Chang'an City himself, he only vaguely knew a rough idea in the picture scroll, but Ling Jiang was very sure that that place was Chang'an.

There are 300 people in Chang'an City, singing about the bustling street scene and the joys and sorrows.

No matter how many winds and rains the mountains and rivers go through, Chang'an is still Chang'an.

"If you go any further, you will enter the territory of Chang'an. In the afternoon of this day, Di Huai, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Chang'an...... Is it coming?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"We will be able to arrive in Chang'an tomorrow morning. Fang Huai explained, "The place under our feet is the confluence of the vertical and horizontal rivers, are you interested in going down and seeing, if so, I can stay here for a while." ”

"Is there anything special about the confluence of the Vertical River and the Henghe River?" Ling Jiang asked suspiciously.

"Not really. Fang Huai smiled, "There is an ancient tree here, called Da Chun. ”

"Da Chun?" Ling Jiang exclaimed.

In ancient times, there were people who had a big tsubaki, and 8,000 years old was the spring, and 8,000 years old was the autumn. This is not just something made up from a tree, does Tsubaki really exist in the world?

As he was speaking, Ling Jiang suddenly saw a bright purple light bursting out from the sea of clouds in front of him.

If you look at the sea of clouds, you can find that this is a huge purple pillar of light, and the strong wind around the pillar of light is fierce, rolling the surrounding clouds and mist together, forming a natural cloud wall.

Occasionally, the Immortal Imperial Sword walked along this purple light curtain and soared into the sky......

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