"You don't listen to me, I'll let you take it, and you'll take it. Today, you set off quickly, passing through Xingyang, Huaishui, and Cangshan, and you can arrive in a few months. Remember, you can't stop at anything along the way!"

Fang Jue knew that the matter was urgent. Nodding his head in promise. Kneeling down and taking the Xuantian Divine Sword with both hands.

"Hmm!" Sixiang Zhenren nodded, feeling his spirit soothed, as if the heavy boulder pressing on his heart had been unloaded, he sighed: "The path of cultivating immortals is impermanent, since it is destined to be like this, what more can the husband ask for." Thinking that I Shen Aofeng has been dominating the world for decades, it is not in vain to waste this life...... Hahahaha......" Laughing and laughing, the four elephants were silent, and their expressions froze, as if time had also frozen.

"Senior?" Fang Jue shook his hand in front of him, and the four elephant real people did not react.

Fang Jue knew that this immortal was dead. He had seen Kong Long's death, and he didn't have too much fear and anxiety about the death of the immortals.

He tearfully dug a hole with his bare hands and buried the body of the four elephant real people, he did not have the ability to cut wood with his bare hands, so he had to find a ready-made irregular wooden plank.

As usual, he wrote an epitaph for him, but he didn't dare to write his name, for fear of attracting enemies and burning his body, so he wrote down the four big characters "Across the world". Then he got up and silently found the Four Books and Five Classics that had not yet been burned, and tore them up one by one. It can be regarded as the most decisive farewell to the past.

Over the years, he has read the books of the sages, but he has watched his friends who have been with him for many years die, and he has no power to fight back. What's the use of reading? This night has changed him so much.

He wrapped the Xuantian Divine Sword in cloth and carried it behind his back. Head into the depths of the dead woods.

Stumbling all the way, it took a long time to walk out of the dead woods, a huge city appeared in front of me, and now it should be the capital, but this trip has lost the meaning of going to the capital.

Fang Jue's energy was extremely exhausted at this time, his eye sockets were deep, he hadn't eaten a few meals of meat for two months, and his nutrition was seriously malnourished.

Standing in front of the huge city gates, he did not take a single step. His mouth was dry, his lips cracked, and the black curtain was pulled down from the sky, and slowly, the lights in the city reflected the sky red.

Fang Jue was penniless at this time, and he didn't have any relatives or friends in the capital, he was helpless, and he didn't have any other skills.

Think about the time in Qingyang Town, that is a man of the hour, the teachers, neighbors, and parents of classmates in the school who don't mention Fang Jue all give a thumbs up. But now that I have come to the capital, I really have no way to survive, and the books I read before are useless.

Fang Jue sighed, and still stepped into the capital.

The brightly lit capital is indeed completely different from what I imagined, in Qingyang Town, it is all green tile bungalows, the road is also very narrow, the area is also very small, it may be from the east of the city to the west of the city to walk half a pillar of incense without needing to arrive, people in the south of the city call the people in the north of the city, as long as they are louder, the north of the city can be heard.

And the capital is completely different, the road is wide enough to accommodate four carriages at the same time, and at night it is full of people, lively and extraordinary, which is like Qingyang Town turns off the black light at night, and can only hear the sound of beating.

There are all kinds of goods on the street, such as sugar gourds, bean flower stalls, noodle shops, cloth shops, handicrafts, ironware shops, Fang Jue has never seen them, here and those he has not seen before.

Qingyang Town is a big city, the people in the town come and go, and they are familiar with each other for a few years, they are all villagers on the edge of the town, and the people in the city are very simple.

But when he got here, Fang Jue realized how he used to be sitting in a well and watching the sky, and he saw many people with long swords on their backs, people with knives, or people with long braids. The people here are also dressed strangely, some wear big robes, some have shorts and short sleeves to expose their legs and arms, and some wear low-cut clothes, and the folk customs are really open.

The sword he was carrying behind him.

"Today, you set off quickly, passing through Xingyang, Huaishui, and Cangshan, and you can arrive in a few months. Remember, you can't stop at anything you encounter on the way!" The last words left by the four elephant real people, he always remembered this sentence in his heart, but he was already exhausted, and if he didn't eat anymore, he might not be able to survive the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

The strange thing is that it stands to reason that if the Xuantian Sword Sect is a larger sect in the country, then in a super city like the capital, there should at least be a rudder. Why didn't Sixiang Zhenren directly let him come to the capital to find the branch of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but let him go to the distant Nanyue Mountain?

Fang Jue thought that there were only two reasons, either there was a problem with the Xuantian Sword Sect Branch, and this matter had to be notified to the people at the headquarters immediately, then, the Heavenly Mirror was indeed an extraordinary treasure. Second, the Xuantian Sword Sect did not have a branch in the capital at all.

But neither of these reasons gave him a reason to stay in the capital, and he still had to go to Nanyue Mountain.

Fang Jue dragged his tired body forward, gradually moving away from the downtown area, and came to a red gate where white lions were squatting on both sides, and the three big characters "Prince Gong's Mansion" were hanging on the door beam, and suddenly his brain sank, and the three big characters became more and more blurred, and finally he couldn't support it, and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, but a middle-aged waiter carrying a lantern led the red-topped sedan chair carried by four people back slowly. The middle-aged waiter saw a ragged man lying in the middle of the white lion, and subconsciously thought that this was Hanako sleeping here without knowing whether he was alive or dead. He raised his hand to direct the sedan chair to stop, and then slowly stepped forward to approach. When I looked at it, the young man was still carrying something wrapped in a white cloth on his back.

At this time, the sedan curtain was lifted a crack, and a soft woman's voice came from inside, "Uncle Fusheng, why did you stop?"

Fusheng turned around and said respectfully: "Miss Hui, there is a person lying at the door." But it doesn't look like a beggar, although he is in rags, but he is wearing a scholar's uniform. ”

"You look at the situation and get it away as soon as possible, I'm tired. The woman's voice was weary and indifferent.

"Yes. ”

Fusheng motioned for two strong men carrying a sedan chair to come over, and turned Fang Jue's body over, Fusheng found that it was a childish teenager, and felt that something was wrong, so he came back and reported: "Miss, it's a teenager." Dressed as a scholar in a long robe, it is estimated that he entered Beijing to catch the exam, and the strange thing is that he is carrying a long sword on his back and has nothing else on his body. ”

"Oh, is it?" the young lady lifted the curtain and stepped out, and saw a young woman in her twenties, dressed in brocade and satin, with long hair and a shawl. With fair skin and a bumpy figure, she can be regarded as a stunning beauty.

She stepped forward and said, "I want to see his sword." ”

"Yes. ”

The waiter took off the long sword behind Fang Jue, peeled off the white cloth, revealing a long sword with a silver-white scabbard, and handed it to the woman. The woman's eyes lit up, she took the long sword, pulled out the long sword, and sighed: "Good sword! Uncle Fusheng, carry this young man to the mansion to recuperate, and I will ask about the origin of this sword." ”

"This is not appropriate, is it? If the master knew about this, I am afraid he would ...... Otherwise, we will directly take the long sword, throw some coils to wrap around this young man, and send them away overnight, without knowing it......"

"Uncle Fusheng, I, Zhao Ziya, will not do such a despicable act, it will only make people laugh, my father and I both have a hobby of hiding swords, but every sword is obtained by us through legitimate means, and we never do such a trivial thing. Uncle Fusheng, what are you doing in a daze?" Zhao Ziya's voice became majestic, although Uncle Fusheng's title was very respectful, but these words instantly opened the relationship between master and servant.

Fusheng trembled and hurriedly said, "Yes." Miss. ”

The man carrying the sedan chair quickly carried Fang Jue's body into King Gong's mansion, Zhao Ziya also followed into the gate, two or three maidservants waited for Zhao Ziya to change clothes, Zhao Ziya couldn't put it down when she saw the Xuantian Divine Sword for the first time, so that she slept with the sword that night.

Fang Jue was sent to a bedroom in a side hall, taken care of by two maidservants, helping him wipe his body and prepare clean clothes.

Fusheng knew the temper of the eldest lady and the old man, if the boy died for no reason, they would definitely not steal the boy's precious sword, and from another point of view, they would lose a sword. In the end, he may not escape the blame for his life.

He knew that the eldest lord of Prince Gong's Mansion and his precious daughter regarded swords as their lives, almost to the point of obsession, and there was also a secret sword mound hidden in the mansion, collecting many swords in the world.

Hearing that Fang Jue was fine, he was also happy to go back to his room to rest, yawned, and went back to his room.

The next day, Zhao Ziya came to Fang Jue's room early to investigate Fang Jue's situation. After listening to the doctor's diagnosis, he ordered someone to prepare a delicious meal and put it on the table.

Fang Jue smelled the fragrant fragrance from his sleep, shook his nose, opened his eyes leisurely, and climbed straight up following the fragrance, regardless of Zhao Ziya, the two maidservants and Fusheng standing next to him, he threw himself in front of the table, and began to grab the roast chicken, roast white, green vegetables, beef and other delicacies on the table and stuff them into his mouth until he couldn't fit it.

The two maidservants covered their mouths and smiled coquettishly, muttering how long it had been since the boy had eaten enough.

Eating too violently until choking, Zhao Ziya gently patted the young man's back, ordered someone to serve the tea, delivered it, and Fang Jue took a few sips. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and when he looked around, several strangers were staring at him with strange eyes.

Fang Jue stopped, exhaled, several plates of delicacies on the table had been swept away, he was stunned, seeing these strangers, he couldn't speak.

Zhao Ziya thought he was frightened, and said softly: "Are you full?" If you don't eat enough, I'll order someone to make some." ”

Fang Jue shook his head, looked at Zhao Ziya beside him suspiciously, shrunk his body, and said inarticulately: "Full...... Full ......"

"You fainted at the door of my mansion last night, it was Uncle Fusheng who found you, you were unconscious, and we rescued you back. Zhao Ziya got straight to the point, first told her about her rescue, raised her identity, and gave her a helping hand, so that Fang definitely felt that she owed someone the grace to save her life.

Fang Jue really thought about it, and then he said gratefully: "Thank you, sister, for saving your life." After speaking, I remembered the four elephants again, so I quickly went back to bed and packed up and prepared to leave, but I didn't find it after looking for a long time, and I was very anxious.

"But you're looking for this?" Zhao Ziya took out the Xuantian Divine Sword.

Fang Jue quickly snatched it over and held it in his arms.

"Bold! How dare you be so rude to Miss!" Fusheng shouted, and he was about to attack.