Thinking of this, He Qiao walked straight in the direction of the south of the city, regardless of whether Su Muqing was from the Su family in the south of the city, he was ready to take a look.

In this Nine Spirit City, there are three major forces, one is the Ye family in the north of the city, the other is the Su family in the south of the city, and the other is naturally the Nine Dragons Dart Bureau.

Leaving the Kowloon Dart Game, He Qiao was walking on the street, and he suddenly felt that his body seemed to be wrong, and that feeling seemed to be ...... Hungry.

That's right, it's hunger, this feeling he hasn't felt for many years, he doesn't reject this feeling, this feeling, makes him feel that he is very real at this time.

When a cultivator steps into the Qi Absorption Realm, he can absorb the Heaven and Earth Source Qi to replenish the consumption in his body, and he no longer needs grains and grains, of course, there are still many monks who often eat and drink in order to satisfy their appetites.

As for He Qiao, he couldn't remember when the last time he ate in his last life, he spent all his time on cultivation and seeking revenge, in his previous life, when he was in his thirties, he had already become a great cultivator at the peak of the Xuan Realm, which was inseparable from his efforts.

Now he is not a great monk of the Xuan Realm, he only has the Blood Refining Realm, a mortal who is not even a monk.

Monks refer to those who have successfully stepped into the Qi Acceptance Realm after the foundation has been built, and those who are unable to step into the Qi Acceptance Realm will naturally not be called monks.

Therefore, this meal still has to be eaten.

He Qiao went straight to the largest, most luxurious, and most extravagant restaurant in Jiuling City, Sanjing Pavilion.

Then, I sat in a noodle shop not far from the Sanjing Pavilion, which was not a fixed stall, just a temporary shed, obviously, this was a mobile stall, whoever arrived first could set up a shed here to do business.

"Boss, come to a bowl of somen noodles, ask for a big bowl. He Qiao found a place to sit down and shouted, although he had not fully adapted to the memories of his two lives, but one thing he knew very well was that he was very poor, very poor, a place like Sanjing Pavilion, he would definitely not be able to afford to go, at least now.

"Okay", the vendor owner replied and got busy.

He Qiao turned his head and looked at Sanjing Pavilion.

He was not attracted by the Sanjing Pavilion, what really attracted his attention was the somewhat old plaque hanging on the Sanjing Pavilion, which was the word "Sanjing Pavilion" on the plaque, in fact, when he first saw the Sanjing Pavilion, He Qiao was deeply attracted, so he came to eat nearby.

"What a sharp sword intent!" Looking carefully, He Qiao's heart felt a little more solemn.

The words on this plaque are not simple, and they contain a powerful sword intent that makes He Qiao feel a little frightened. You must know that this is not the sword of the swordsman, but just the three words written by the swordsman, which already contain such a powerful sword intent.

What's more, this plaque looks a little old, and I don't know how long ago it was written. After such a long time, the remaining sword intent is so powerful, so how strong is this swordsman?

At least, it is stronger than He Qiao's previous life.

He Qiao's mind was completely immersed in this plaque, and he wanted to fight with that sword intent. A wave of intent emanated from his body, colliding with the sharp sword intent.

He Qiao imitated the sword intent on the plaque with his own will, which also condensed into a sharp edge, and collided with the sword intent-for-tat.

As soon as he fought, He Qiao's intent was completely suppressed, and in the face of the edge of the sword intent, he could only barely resist and support it, and he had no chance to fight back at all.

His will is too weak for the time being, and the power he can burst out is too weak.

It's not quite accurate to say this, to be precise, the will in He Qiao's body is very strong, very strong, so strong that Su Shangwu, the number one master in Izumo Country, is afraid of it.

However, now he can't control the will in his body.

This meaning was realized by him before he died in his previous life, when he used it with ease, and the power he could burst out far exceeded the limit of the Xuan Realm.

But now it was different, he could feel that the consciousness in his body was very powerful, even terrifying, but he couldn't control the huge will. According to his estimates, it would be good for him to be able to deal with the late stage of the Huihai Realm now, and no matter how strong he was, he would not have the slightest certainty.

"Guest, your face. The shopkeeper shouted to He Qiao, He Qiao heard it, but he didn't answer, he was fighting with that sword intent at this critical moment.

"Guest officer?" The shopkeeper was an old man of seventy or eighty years old, very kind, and called He Qiao again, seeing that he still didn't react, he put his face in front of He Qiao, sat down near him, and didn't urge again, anyway, there are not many people now, and he is not busy.

The other people in the adjacent seats also noticed this and whispered about it, they didn't actually have any malicious intent, they just felt that He Qiao's performance was really a little ridiculous, so they pointed and talked in a low voice, which was naturally mixed with ridicule.

They thought that He Qiao was looking at Sanjing Pavilion and was distracted, thinking that He Qiao, a poor boy who had never seen the world, was attracted when he saw such a magnificent restaurant.

"Ahem, according to the old man's foolish opinion, this young man is afraid that he has realized. "The owner of the noodle seller was a very talkative person, and when he heard what those people were talking about, he coughed twice and got involved.

"Enlightened?

"I have been setting up a stall here for a long time, and I have heard some legends. Legend ah, the "Sanjing Pavilion" three words are not simple, these three words, are left by the great man, the words contain the sword intent of the big man, if the talent is good enough, the understanding of the way of the sword is deep enough, there is a chance to realize the sword intent. The shopkeeper shook his head and recounted the legend he had heard.

"Old man, it's really fake, is it so mysterious? I've lived for most of my life, and I've never heard of any sword intent. A man who was eating noodles on the side asked in surprise.

The shopkeeper shook his head and smiled: "The old man is just hearsay, as for the truth or falsehood, the old man doesn't know." ”

"Hey, look at what you said, I thought you were a hidden master, haha. The man made another casual joke, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The shopkeeper was not embarrassed either, and laughed as well. He is already in his twilight years, he has experienced too much, and he has seen too much, such ridicule is just a boring life for him, a little spice, nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Cough" is in the midst of the laughter or surprise of the crowd. He Qiao coughed suddenly, and then a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and this scene naturally caused a burst of exclamations.

"The kid seems to be hurt. ”

"Really, I'm coughing up blood, isn't it so mysterious. This kid wouldn't really have realized what kind of sword intent he had, otherwise how could he be injured. ”

"Hurry up, let's try too"

"Yes, yes, try it"

He Qiao wiped the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and quickly ate the noodles in the bowl, he naturally heard the conversation of those people just now, but he didn't care, because although the introduction of those people was mocking him, they didn't have any ill will towards him, so he didn't bother to care.

He Qiao's action of eating noodles suddenly froze, and his eyes were fixed on the door of Sanjing Pavilion.

It was a young girl.

She was dressed in a plain dress, without any embellishment, green as ink, naturally scattered; her skin was better than snow, but not pale, it was a kind of white that seemed to radiate light; she did not apply powder, but her cheeks had a touch of blush, which was seductive; her steps were not hurried or slow, and she was like a fairy, and she walked out of the Sanjing Pavilion like this.

This is a gentle and elegant girl.

Of course, He Qiao didn't care about these, what he cared about was the woman's face, the smile that seemed to be hanging often, the shallow dimples, the willow eyebrows that seemed to be able to speak, and the smart eyes, which were similar to the Qing'er in his memory.

Dropping the two copper plates, He Qiao rushed over directly, and before the woman could react, he directly hugged her tightly and held her in her arms, like lovers reunited after a long absence.

It's not just a reunion after a long absence, it's the next generation.

Although he knew that Su Muqing didn't know him now, and he also knew that it was very abrupt, but he really couldn't suppress the feelings in his heart, he had too many things to say to Su Muqing, and there were too many things he wanted to make up.

"Huh? Is Qing'er's figure so good? Or am I mistaken? Moreover, she looks much more mature and stable. He Qiao muttered secretly.

He sensed that something was wrong, and in his memory, Su Muqing had always been in a hurry when he was young, and he was very thin and had no figure to speak of. But he didn't think much about it, after all, after more than ten years, it is normal for some deviations in memory.

However, the next second he was stunned.

Because only then did he notice that there was a young girl not far away, rushing towards him.

She was dressed in a fiery red dress, the clothes were very exquisite, but it looked a little awkward on her, because she rolled up half of her two long sleeves without any image, revealing half of her lotus root-like jade arms, and three thousand green silk were tied behind her head with a simple hairband, and in her right hand, she also held half a sugar gourd.

At this time, she was looking angry and rushing quickly in her direction.

He Qiao was slightly stunned, this woman was too familiar to him, so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.

In her previous life, she followed him for many years, in her previous life, she had wandered the world with him, and was the enemy of the world, in her previous life, she had given up the name of Qingfeng, the crown princess for him.

He Qiao thought of countless ways to meet her, but he definitely didn't expect to meet in this way.

No matter how dull He Qiao was at this time, he knew that he had recognized the wrong person, so he decisively let go of the girl in his arms, and then wanted to explain.

"Bastard, die. The girl flew from a distance, and in less than a breath, she rushed in front of He Qiao, flew up with a kick, kicked it down directly, and then stepped on the ground with one foot, and a set of actions flowed smoothly without the slightest delay.

He Qiao: "......"