"How many days has it been?"

The young man in front of him suddenly asked, without a head or an end, but he understood what he was asking.

Ten years is a long time, long enough to completely change a person.

Long enough to forget a lot of things.

But the past ten years don't seem to have left a trace on the person in front of him.

He's still so young.

So elusive.

That's right, ten years ago, he was only sixteen years old.

Sixteen years old and twenty-six years old, for Nai Hetian, there is no difference.

In his eyes, the former crown prince and today's emperor are just a child who needs to be taken care of by him.

"How many days has it been?" The question was not answered, but he was not annoyed, and looked up with a smile, reminding this national teacher who had done his best to assist him in his life.

"It's been sixty-seven days now. Na Hetian replied, but it was not respectful. If one day, he needs to be respectful when talking to the person in front of him, it may be time for him to leave.

"It's been more than two months? I hope he can live happily for two months. "He hasn't been happy for a long time." ”

Then, he laughed at himself.

"I've never seen him happy. ”

The god of war is missing.

For sixty-seven days, there was no news.

There are not many people who know about this matter, except for Emperor Weiyi, who is in charge of the world, and Nai Hetian, the national teacher who is strategizing, there are only a few cronies of the God of War. These cronies are not only guards, but also the descendants of the god of war.

But no one was worried about the safety of the god of war. He wanted to leave, but no one could stop him. He wanted to stay, but no one could drive him away.

"Without the name of the god of war of Garu, he should be happy. However, when he looked out the window, an unknown bird was dressed in gray fluttering feathers.

It is not as glamorous as the rare birds raised in the palace, and it has no worries about food and clothing.

The way I tried to flutter was really embarrassing.

But it looks, very lively.

Nangong had never been to the backstage of this martial arts arena, or rather, the dungeon, but he did not hesitate in his steps.

It was as if something was guiding him.

Something was guiding him.

The woman is not the only woman here, but she is the only female swordsman.

In the past, there were also women sent here, with flowers and branches, and there were all kinds of charms.

But no matter how beautiful you dress up, it's just to please men.

She's different, she's here, she's here to bring down men.

So she has a separate room, which is unique and conspicuous. Nangong found her easily.

Few people would come into her room, so when Nangong walked in, she saw him at a glance.

There were only two of them in this room, and there should be only her in his eyes.

But she looked at him for a long time, but she could not find her own shadow in his eyes.

He only had a sword in his eyes.

The great sword that was almost as tall as hers.

"Who are you?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know who I should be in the face of you. He didn't look like a perfunctory person, he didn't look like a lie, but he was thinking very carefully about how to answer her question.

"Who you are is who you are, does it have anything to do with who I am?"

"There is a relationship. ”

"I'm Cistanche, who are you?"

Nangong thought for a moment, the word "Cistanche" is common, but the name is not common. If it is an old person, it should not be so easy to forget.

He shouldn't have recognized her.

But he recognized the sword.

"This is my friend's sword. Nangong said.

"It's also my friend's sword. Cistanche said.

"Where's your friend?"

He said he was going to settle a grudge. Before leaving, he left this sword and asked me to come to Chang'an. ”

"Who are you looking for in Chang'an?"

"He said that when I arrived in Chang'an, someone would come to me. ”

Nangong walked towards the sword and groped carefully, but Cistanche did not stop him. Because she saw an irrepressible feeling in his eyes.

He and he should have been friends of life and death.

Nangong looked at it very carefully, he had never touched this sword, but he clearly remembered the appearance of this sword.

That man, every time he swung his sword, he was there for him.

The man said that the sword was heavy, but that if you swung it a thousand times a day, it would not feel heavy.

He also asked Nangong if he wanted to give it a try.

Nangong always smiled and said nothing.

But now, he wanted to give it a try.

"He's right, whoever knows this sword will definitely look for you. You keep this sword very well. Nangong said, "This friend is very important to you." ”

Cistanche said, "It doesn't matter. ”

"Not important?"

"He invited me to eat rice balls, so I kept the sword for him. The two do not owe each other. ”

"This sword is not easy to keep. ”

"But the rice balls are delicious, so it's fair that this sword is worth keeping. ”

Nangong smiled: "You like to eat glutinous rice balls very much?"

Cistanche said seriously: "Is there still someone who doesn't like to eat rice balls?"

Nangong said: "I don't like it very much. ”

Cistanche said, "Then you can give me all the glutinous rice balls you have in the future." ”

Nangong said, "Okay." I have many, many glutinous rice balls, but I don't have a sword like this. ”

Cistanche thought for a moment and said, "This sword can't be given to you." ”

"Then do you still want to eat rice balls? ”

"Yes. ”

"But I can't give you all the dumplings for no reason. I need a sword. ”

"I'll make your sword. ”

"You're coming?"

"I'm coming!"

Nangong smiled again, and he suddenly found that he was very happy to talk to Cistanche: "How do you make my sword?"

Cistanche spoke quickly, but she always spoke very seriously, even if she was talking nonsense, Nangong had to believe it: "I'll help you fight whoever you want to beat." ”

"My sword is for murder. ”

This time, Cistanche didn't answer him quickly, she hesitated for a long time before asking, "Can you not kill someone?" ”

"Sometimes, some people, have to die. ”

Cistanche was silent, and the silence did not last long, because she saw a smile in Nangong's eyes. She suddenly asked, "Do you have red beans in your rice balls?"

Nangong was stunned and said, "Hmm...... Probably there is. ”

"Okay, I'll be your sword, your sword for killing. Cistanche readily agreed.

This caught Nangong unexpectedly, and couldn't help but ask, "Why? ”

Cistanche smiled and said, "Because you don't look like it either." ”

Suddenly, there was a "squeak", and the door of the room was opened again, and an old man entered.

Nan Guo remembered him, and this person was at the door just now to let him pass.

"General Nangong, the emperor has returned to the palace. Summoning hundreds of officials into the palace to discuss matters. ”

Hundreds of officials discuss matters, only the time of the last dynasty. Now is not the time.

However, Bai Liyao told Nangong that today's saint is the real Son of Heaven, and he does not need rules to do what he wants.

If the emperor wants to discuss matters, he can do it at any time.

Nangong looked at Cistanche and said, "Come with me." ”

"Where?"

"Go eat glutinous rice balls. ”