After the battle of Weihe, she had already severed the connection with the Natal Sword, and naturally believed that the Natal Sword had been destroyed and turned into a meteorite that fell nowhere.

However, at that moment, she suddenly came into contact with a trace of her natal sword's breath.

The cultivator had a wonderful connection with her own natal sword itself, and her body had a resonance of vitality in Fang just a moment, thus perceiving the existence of her natal sword.

But this feeling only existed for a very short moment, and she cut it off by herself.

If the lost natal sword resonates again, it can only be that her natal sword has been controlled.

As long as she is controlled, the connection between the Natal Sword and her will most likely allow the controller to perceive her presence, and even capture the general direction of her location.

So even though she had an indescribable thirst for this natal sword, at that moment, she still cut off the connection with the natal sword for the first time.

Don't say that a strong man breaks his wrist, even if he breaks his life, Zhao Jianlu's people have never lacked such courage, but for Zhao Jianlu's cultivators, the sword is life, and the sword he lost, as long as it still exists in the world, he must find it back with his own hands.

The iron pot floated in the raging flames, and the fish soup inside was instantly scorched, and the fish meat was charred, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Si was unaware of it and looked back at Changling.

At that moment, she could at least sense that her sword existed in Changling.

In the depths of the Changling Palace, the clean light is softly sprinkled from the patio in the refraction of the crystal, shining on the spiritual lotus pond, the aura is faint, and it does not look like it is in the world at all.

Zheng Sleeve, whose face was perfect and did not look like a woman in the world at all, also produced an indescribable rhythm in the depths of her eyes, and even the spirit lotuses in front of her seemed to tremble with fear.

Her brow furrowed deeply.

In perception, the natal sword of Zhao Jian Furnace was still floating in the endless sky, always entangled in the pale sparks, forced to accept tempering and change.

She was just practicing normally, and she didn't want to deliberately find Zhao Si's existence through this sword.

She didn't want anyone to know that this sword had fallen into her hands, including Zhao Si.

Zhao Si's reaction was also extremely decisive, so she couldn't even be sure that this natal sword had a momentary connection with Zhao Si, but she clearly felt a strange aura.

Once again, she clearly felt that someone's qi during cultivation had a subtle disturbance to the heaven and earth vitality that she was in contact with during her cultivation.

The Continuation of Heaven Divine Recipe has always been the most mysterious and powerful technique of the Minshan Sword Sect, and she only knows that the Continuation Heaven Divine Recipe is powerful, but she does not know what the content of the Continuation Heaven Divine Recipe is, and in the subconscious of any cultivator, it is impossible for the Continuation Heaven Divine Recipe to be comprehended quickly, so she has never associated such a change with the wine shop boy at all.

She only vaguely felt that there was a cultivator who practiced unique exercises in Changling.

And this practitioner... It made her very unhappy.

......

A letter was issued by the Minshan Sword Sect and ended up in a room in the Changling Guanzhong Guild Hall.

One of the masters who handled it looked at the neat and neat signature of the elderly shopkeeper without the slightest hesitation, and suddenly became a little incomprehensible, and couldn't help frowning and asked: "This letter from the young master is very important, don't you need to ask the master the big shopkeeper?"

The old shopkeeper was very calm, and he was not in a hurry to reply, but first secured the seal, and then took out a few red posts.

Looking at the slightly burnt end of these red posts, the cautious master's face completely changed, and even his voice changed a little, "Shopkeeper, you are..."

"The master has already specially explained that the matter of Young Master Ding Ning is the most important thing of the Xie family, so this has nothing to do with the meaning of the young master. The old shopkeeper motioned to the master to polish the ink for him, and at the same time said: "This is what the master means, and the master and the Xie family owe him kindness." ”

The master was stunned.

The old shopkeeper couldn't help but raise his head, laughed, and continued: "Although the young master did not enter the top ten in the Minshan Sword Club, he defeated the talent who was previously ranked first in the talent book with the young master of the Shen family, and he can still stay in the Minshan Sword Sect until now. The eldest lady even directly entered the top ten of the Minshan Sword Club. How many years has this been something that no one has done in our Guanzhong? Which one of the people who was able to enter the Minshan Sword Sect before was not a disciple of the Hou Sect, or a nephew of a general in the army?"

After a pause, the old shopkeeper's smile became even more proud: "This Minshan Sword Meeting, which Guanzhong person doesn't have a light on his face? This time, my Xie family asks them to cooperate in the errand, which of them will not help?"

The master took a deep breath and wanted to say something more.

The old shopkeeper glanced at him very meaningfully, and said slowly: "Business has its own profits and losses, whether it is a loss or a profit, in the end, what you want is face, reputation, and how many people you have fed.

"You're right. ”

The master suddenly came to his senses, bowed slightly respectfully, and then began to sharpen the ink.

......

A horse-drawn carriage with a black dome like an umbrella lid slowly marched through the streets and alleys of Changling to the Zhoujiamo Garden.

Looking at this carriage, even some of the officials of the Heaven Supervision Division who were dressed in black along the way and were in charge of guarding were a little puzzled, why did they have to come to the Ink Garden twice in a few days in just a few days with the identity of the head of the Night Division?

The black carriage came to a sudden halt when it was still more than ten feet away from the gate of the ink garden.

A black-clothed Tiansi official with a handsome face walked quickly to the side of the carriage, bowed deeply to the carriage, and reported in an extremely low and fast voice: "Just half an hour ago, the Xie family in Guanzhong sent a letter to the major chambers of commerce in Guanzhong for help, asking the major chambers of commerce in Guanzhong to help purchase two medicines, Heavenly Demon Luo and Wolf Poison Flower. The Heavenly Demon Luo greatly invigorates the spirit of the cultivators, and improves the flow of qi and blood for a short period of time, but the amount is too large to cause hallucinations, and the wolf poison flower is a fire poison thing. ”

"I don't want to hear this nonsense. Ye Ce's cold and powerful voice sounded clearly in the carriage, "You should know what I want to know." ”

The young official of the Heavenly Prison Division suddenly sweated slightly, and said more respectfully: "I only found out that Xie Changsheng sent a letter from the Minshan Sword Sect, and the specific and deeper reasons are still being investigated." ”

"Go ahead. ”

Two words came out of the carriage very simply.

The black carriage continued to move towards the gate of the ink garden, and the young official of the Heavenly Prison Division suddenly walked away with his head bowed as if he had been pardoned.

No one stood in the way.

Shao Killing, who was still sitting on the bamboo mat, didn't even lift his eyelids.

As the black carriage passed through the outer garden and approached the small courtyard where Ding Ning lived, the curtain of the door swayed out silently.

Yece, who was dressed in white, sat coldly and quietly in the carriage, she looked at the quiet ink garden in front of her, but her eyes were infinitely emotional.

Although it is only a descendant, it is finally goodbye.