Zhao Gao was full of thoughts, thinking of himself taught by his master in the past.

For the dream of moving forward fiercely, but it is so helpless.

People's hearts help each other, how much is this person like me in the past?

The panic suddenly spread, and I felt that I had made a big mistake.

Tightening his throat, he patted Ou Yezi on the shoulder.

~ It's embarrassing for this person, the moment you drew your sword just now, you really didn't take into account benevolence and righteousness!

Even if he is better than you, he is more uncomfortable than you.

The pressure he is under, we both know it.

It's all been like this, don't forget your roots!

Taking into account those so-called supports, spiritual support is the hope and regret left by oneself who failed in the past.

You're right, I'm going to go with this guy and see what tribulations I'm going to face.

Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable~ bye-bye.

After listening to Zhao Gao's heartfelt words, he felt very uncomfortable.

He said, "My Guru's cultivation is profound, but what I ask for is taking too long.

If you can lend me a sword, it may break, and I can't afford to pay for it.

Speaking of this, the sword suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

Ou Yezi smiled, he really smiled. Is it really possible to break the sword of Jingjing?

I have feelings for powerful swords, and I can give you a sword, which is enough for your trip.

After speaking, Ou Yezima slipped into the house and took out a piece of wood-colored oily cloth.

"With a shake of the hand", eight swords flashed out.

Looking at the color, they are all well-polished products.

If you like that, you can try it first and pick a suitable style. No

If it's not good, I'll change it for you, so as not to hurt your body if something goes wrong at that time.

He looked at Ou Yezi's kind face, thinking of the tense hostility just now.

Is this the heart of a monk? enviable, this is what I am looking for.

Although Elder Shejian was also a monk, he had never felt it.

Low-key has been low-key, maybe what I experienced when I was young, often a little inferior.

He said, "The third long sword on the left side of the short sword is just right, and I am used to wielding sword energy.

I'm sorry, I'll definitely pay for you if I come back.

I will not receive the favor in vain, but I must owe it first.

Even if you fight your life to violate the will of your heart!

"The last two paragraphs of the sword did not come out, and I silently suffered in my heart"

Zhao Gao stepped forward and put his hand on the shoulder of the sword, and comforted: It's okay, friend, looking at the world, it is rare for people to dare to pay so much for something.

At least we had the same experience, except that I met a master.

Don't mind, take me to the ordeal.

Things here take a long time, although I have a responsibility in it.

If you really care so much about what you seek, you won't bother me for those promises of righteousness.

Ou Yezi's heart was fluctuating, and he really forgot his roots.

~ It's been a long time of comfort, and even dreams are empty.

Fortunately, Lord Zhao Gao is here, otherwise he would really have no face to see people in the future.

After that, I will definitely be entangled in my heart for a long time, but fortunately, things have passed.

Looking forward to seeing this person's true face next time we meet, this time it is destined to be too hurried to see his clear thoughts, alas.

Zhao Gao picked up the group of swords hanging on the railing, informed Ou Yezi, and went away with the swords.

Holding the sword for the sword is also unwilling for him to have a burden in his heart, and if he can reduce the pressure, it will be reduced.

Zhao Gao thought silently.

There were no accidents in the middle of the journey, and it was normal and casual.

Maybe they were restrained by each other, and they were more passive and guilty when they put down their swords, so they didn't speak on the way.

Occasionally looking at the sky, the dark yellow sand dances in groups.

It seemed that only Zhao Gao had been waving his fists and communicating with those dancers.

After a long time, Zhao Gao really forgot that there was a sword next to him.

In order to alleviate this embarrassing and inexplicable atmosphere, Zhao Gao slowly spoke: Do you like the scenery here?

~Huh?~ Shelving the sword subconsciously continued~ I don't like it, I don't like it very much.

may have some guesses about Zhao Gao's intentions, and added a euphemistic dislike at the end.

Zhao Gao heard such a restrained and shy sentence from the sword, Yan Ran relaxed his mind and continued to ask:

How did you know about this place?

Ordinary people don't want to come in and walk next to the volcano, they just ignore the environment here, and no one will come here to explore with the life span of ordinary people.

He felt that this monk might not have seen many low-level things, and this question was actually very simple, probably because he ignored it.

Then he opened his mouth and said: This place is named Barren Bone Ridge, but in the past four hundred and seventy years, there has been a sudden scorching spring here.

There is no grass within 100 miles, and no water flows within 200 miles.

It is recorded that the people who lived here were before they moved away.

Found a cave and rock, go in and find out.

Later, the place was written, but after a long time, it suddenly became very cold.

Some gifted people are very suspicious of the cave here.

When a monk came by and asked about the changes in the place, he told the visitor according to his experience.

Gradually, the volcano was discovered, and the fame of the predecessors was also recorded in the historical inscriptions.

Zhao Gao saw that he was chattering about his sword for a long time, and he was interested.

Taking advantage of the reduction of the estrangement, continue to ask: You just talked about it for a long time, but you didn't even say anything about your surname.

We've known each other for a long time, but they're also like-minded, so it's not good not to even report a name, right?

At this time, Zhao Gao subconsciously forgot that he himself deliberately avoided knowing each other because of his big identity.

Under the name Shejian, there is no surname. I used to be a disciple of Qi Yan Ancestor, but then I left by myself because my thinking was not refined.

Qi Xuan, that person's disciple, no wonder you made an extraordinary move.

It's a pity that Dao Ancestor is a kind of gathering, so you don't want to go. Mix up fame, why lack money to borrow a sword?

After hearing this, he said: If you don't want to go, the ancestor's face can't be lost.

The dusk sand reveals the golden color, and the wind blows the surrounding area of the underworld.

The sky is cloudless, and the mood is monotonous.

The sand slowly spreads the perspective, and the hills and deserts on the road are wrinkled and smiling with every footprint, but they don't know that the hideous faces are reminiscent of unintentional actions.

Time quietly dissipated with the dissipation, and Zhao Gao and Shejian walked in obsessive steps.

In the dim sand of this servant, leave a depressed back.

Out of the Barren Bone Ridge, he took Zhao Gao to the luxurious house in the corner of Qiyun Mountain.

Talking about saying goodbye to the people with whom he had intersected, Zhao Gao readily agreed.

Smooth mountain roads, carved pavilions.

The grass and bushes dotted in between, the breath of mist shows the beautiful weather.

Take a deep breath and relax your chest with your sword relaxed.

~ "It's time to go"

When this prosperous scenery eventually withers, only dreams are ephemeral and their hearts are eternal.

To accomplish the dream, the right to be ashamed of the heart should be considered evil.

He thought about not harming others, not insulting others, and taking advantage of them.

Even if you pursue it, what's the matter?

She's sword recalled the dust and glow yesterday, and called Nan Gongsun.

~ Don't go, I have something to explain.

Nan Gongsun turned his head curiously, secretly thinking that this slippery head could be regarded as an opening.

Then you don't rush to investigate, and listen slowly.

~ I'm leaving, with a senior monk.

About three years away, more than three years back. Maybe it's a longer time to go, and I haven't been back for a long time.

After hearing this, Nan Gongsun's head was a little unable to turn.

~What are you going to do? Asked: Where are you going? It can't be to the Northern Underworld, right?

The only thing Nan Gongsun could think about was the origin of the sword.

When he opened his mouth to ask, he sighed leisurely in his heart.

Sigh Shelving the sword is really old, old guy ~~~ Hmph.

~ You go to help say hello and talk about it, and you don't want to entangle with friendship anymore when you set off overnight, goodbye.

With that, he walked around, paraded around the courtyard for three weeks, and left.

The posture of the sword went back and forth, and Nan Gongsun was unconsciously fascinated.

In the small courtyard, there is a flash of green shirts.

The sword flicked his sleeves in annoyance~ Womb!

I can't help but go, it's so boring, "ah"!

For a long time, everyone was lonely, and after all, he left first.

~ Hey, let's go.

The day was beautiful, pouring rain.

Reflecting the continuous sound of ridicule outside the house, the mocking expression was darkened.

Dark and stiff thoughts, memories of innocence and innocence when childhood.

It was an incompetent and stable home, but it was a disgusting way to grow up.

As the rain became heavier and heavier, it quickly awakened the moist gaze.

On Qiyun Mountain, except for Zhang Qingfeng, his young eyes were full of cleverness.

At this time, Ke Zixi, Nan Gongsun, Wu Guoer, and their eyes revealed grace, and the red glass of their eyes that had not changed for a long time was bright.

Standing in the heavy rain, looking into the distance.

Except for Zhang Qingfeng's incomprehensible swaying, no one else moved.

Who can understand the messy mood?