Everyone returned to the Soul Suppression Hall, and the three Western Chu Overlords who had been waiting greeted them.

"Xingda, what's the situation?"

"Something unexpected, Xi Chu, I wonder if you remember that I mentioned the Black Vortex to you?"

"Remember, you said that it might be related to Ji Dazhuang's case, but I didn't hear you mention it again......

"Now it seems that this matter is not only related to Canghai Xiao, but also involves the inner ......", Star-Lord turned his head to Temujin who was standing on the side and said, "You now move back to Xuchang and take the three Yangwen daggers......"

"Yangwen Dagger?" Seungying heard the name for the first time.

"Well, this is a dagger made of an extraterrestrial meteorite that I found a skilled craftsman to forge, and there are three handles in total...... After the dagger was cast, it resembled the rising sun, so Xingda named the dagger Yangwen. Temujin explained.

"Because of the confusion of the appearance of the black vortex, I told Temujin to keep quiet about the search for extraterrestrial meteorites and the creation of daggers...... I'll talk about these things later...... Xi Chu, you and Chengying will also go back to the Changshe first, in case the Tiger League sneaks up on ......"

"Brother Tie Gao moved back to Xuchang, he should be able to come back soon, right?" Durian was a little anxious, thinking of the Xiaomenglou in the Qinglian Cave, he was a little breathless.

"After the dagger was cast, I handed it over to Ah Shuai in the tribe for safekeeping. Ah Shuai is now being ordered to garrison the Changshe, I will move back to the Changshe now, find Ah Shuai and then return to Xuchang, and come back immediately after getting the Yangwen dagger. ”

"Fellow soul suppressors, don't be impatient, I will also be here to regulate my breath first, and it will be more important to recuperate!" Star-Lord was not in a hurry, he knew in his heart that it was not easy to counteract the two energies, even if it was a tenth-level martial artist himself, he had to be careful!

The Overlord of Western Chu smiled slightly, and said: "That's fine, Chengying, you and Temujin will go back to Changshe first, I have an old friend in Chengdu, it's rare to come to Chengdu, visit by the way, and go back to ...... in a short time", he knew that Star-Lord's arrangement must have a reason, so he didn't ask much.

The Gaoqian scroll could not be used on Qingcheng Mountain, Durian personally sent the three Western Chu Overlords to the mountain gate, Temujin and Chengying moved directly back to Changshe, and the Western Chu Overlord asked Durian about the location of the White Horse Villa and asked for a horse to go alone.

White Horse Villa is located in the inner city of Chengdu, adjacent to Dingtian Villa, and the wealthy merchants of the entire city of Chengdu have set up their homes near the inner city.

Qingye, the childhood friend of the Western Chu Overlord and his wife, is the only daughter of the Nine Tribulation Sword Saint, the owner of the White Horse Villa.

The Overlord of Western Chu, who rode all the way, finally divided his mind to deal with private matters: I haven't seen him for many years, Qingye should have grown into a big girl, right? Thinking of the cute little girl who likes to follow him and Yu Lan in his memory, the Overlord of Western Chu couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth.

Carrying a pair of rare mutton fat jade bracelets in his arms, it was a big wedding gift that his wife Yu Lan wanted to give to Aoba. During this time, I have been so busy that I can't spare time at all, but today I can finally help my wife get this thing done, and I can put down a stone in my heart.

Entering the inner city, there are extraordinary mansions along the way, the smell of red dust is strong, and when it can be a unitary, there is still the last trace of red glow hanging in the sky.

The overlord of Western Chu asked an old man for directions along the way, and according to the instructions, he quickly rode to the depths of the inner city, and finally saw a chic mansion, which was the White Horse Villa.

There are a number of small hills not far from the lodge, one of which has a pavilion with a unique shape.

There were two figures in the gazebo, a man and a woman.

The overlord of Xichu jumped off his horse, tied his horse to a tree at the edge of the woods, didn't care about the men and women in the pavilion, and walked straight to the White Horse Villa.

"No, Yamazawa, no, I don't believe ......"

"Aoba, I'm sorry ......"

It was still far away, and the overlord of Xichu, who had excellent hearing, could clearly hear the conversation between the two, "Aoba?" His heart moved, and he followed the sound to look, the woman in the pavilion was wearing a white wide-sleeved flowing fairy dress, and her slender back was difficult to connect with the little girl with pigtails in her memory, but he still stopped.

"Is everything you said false?" was the woman's bitter voice.

"No, I never lied to you. Since I was a child, I have practiced martial arts, and there is nothing else in my life except practice, until I meet you, the boring and plain life has a touch of color, and after I get engaged, I am even more happy, and I hope that one day I can embrace you in my arms......"

"Then why?" the woman in white turned her head, her whole body trembling, her face pale, and her eyes gradually wet.

The handsome face of the woman in white slowly overlapped with the green leaves of her childhood, and the thick eyebrows of the overlord of Western Chu couldn't help but stand up, and finally flashed behind the big tree with great restraint, and quietly looked at the men and women in the pavilion.

"Now, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and the momentum of the sporadic war has begun to burn the prairie fire. And I'm a warrior...... In the battle of Jiangxia, many brothers of the soul were killed in battle, and these grudges can only be washed with blood......"

The woman laughed miserably: "In a person's life, there are always trade-offs, do you have to give up me for the responsibility on your shoulders?"

"Forget me......" The man in the gray robe turned around, and a trace of determination appeared on Junyi's face, "You are not a martial artist, as long as you are not too deeply involved with any tribe, the butcher knife will never fall on your head......"

"I'm not afraid ......"

"But your father is afraid...... He can't be blamed for this, he also carries the lives of nearly 100 people up and down the White Horse Villa......"

"I'll wait for your ......"

"Women's years are fleeting, no more than us rough warriors, I don't want you to waste your best time in hard waiting...... Besides, your father won't agree to it!"

"No, ......" the woman in white hid her face and cried.

The Western Chu Overlord who was hiding behind the tree frowned slightly, but the anger in his heart gradually dissipated. In the eyes of ordinary people, the warrior is high and the aura is shining, but how many people dare to face the blood behind the glory? He was gloomy in his heart, Yu Lan might be disappointed, this gift in his arms could not be given.

A folk song drifted in the wind, and in the distance there was a pair of granddaughters who made a living by singing, the grandfather was an old luthier with gray hair, and the little girl who walked with him was yellow and thin, but she had a good moving voice, tactful and magnetic, mixed with a little hoarseness that was rare at her age, singing while walking:

“ ...... After many years of sleeping in the snow, I had breakfast with the tiger, carried the fishing strings of the fisher, and asked Wolong how many taels of money. The heavy rain in Shuzhong continued, and the corpses were everywhere outside the gate...... Talking about flowers and drinking the moon, this spring night is sunny, and when you wake up from your dream, your eyes are cold. My long-cherished wish is only one arrow away, my hometown is like the edge of the sky, I don't know who sings and plays the strings, I can't move forward...... Laugh at the snow flying by the window, take the pearl on the waist to play the, and stand loquat in front of the court......"

Tears in troubled times, how can they be unique to warriors? The Overlord of Western Chu resolutely turned around......