Xia Chen never expected that things would become so serious, because he didn't know the importance of the sword spirit to the Immortal Sword Sect and the people of the world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing his puzzled look, the old man said: "This sword spirit is the Heavenly Sword Sect's founding patriarch who refined seven seven hundred and forty-nine evil spirits after seven seven forty-nine days, and only the supreme Dao power of the Heavenly Sword Sect can suppress it, do you think, if it falls into the hands of evil people, what will happen to the people in the world?"

"This ......" Xia Chen was speechless for a while.

The old man said again: "After three years and five years, it's still light, it's not good, it's possible that your fairy will be imprisoned for life." ”

Hearing "that fairy of yours", Xia Chen couldn't help blushing, but he couldn't help but be anxious about what happened to the fairy.

"The fairy handed over the sword spirit to that wicked man because he saved me, wouldn't it be too unjust if he was punished like this?" Walking in front of the old man, Xia Chen clenched his fists and said, "Where is the Heavenly Sword Sect?" ”

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked, "Do you want to intercede for that girl?"

Xia Chen replied resolutely: "Yes." ”

He simply closed his eyes, and the old man asked again, "Do you know Zhongzhou?"

Hearing the word "Zhongzhou", Xia Chen's mouth opened wide.

He once learned from his grandfather that Zhongzhou is located in the middle of the vast land of Shenzhou, also known as the Central Plains, and is the most extensive state in Shenzhou's "seven states and one frontier", with the largest population, extremely prosperous, and full of talents, all kinds of capable people emerge in endlessly. (Note)

"Seven states and one Xinjiang" refers to Lanzhou and Wanzhou in the east, Zhongzhou in the middle, Yunzhou and Leizhou in the west, Hanzhou and Ningzhou in the north, and southern Xinjiang in the south. From here to Zhongzhou, you have to walk for at least a month to get to the junction of Zhongzhou and southern Xinjiang!

Thinking of such a distance, Xia Chen was like a ruined eggplant.

A month, not counting the distance from the junction to the Heavenly Sword Sect, if I go, the fairies will forget me.

"What's the matter? just now his tone was so resolute, but now he is silent?" the old man knew that Xia Chen knew this distance in his heart, so he sat down on the stone bed calmly and asked him.

"Huh?" Xia Chen suddenly thought of something, swept away the gloom on his expression, and said: "Senior, I know that you have a vast Shentong, why don't you take me ......"

"Hey, hey!" The old man who had just sat down immediately jumped off the stone bed, waved his hand, and interrupted Xia Chen's words: "I don't have time, besides, I don't want to see the Heavenly Sword Sect's old antiques with unenlightened heads." ”

Xia Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the old-timers have something to do with the Heavenly Sword Sect, so it's the best." ”

The old man flashed to the back of the stone bed, and said to Xia Chen through the stone bed: "No, no, no!"

Since there was a thousand-year-old ice on the stone bed, there was a slight chill.

Xia Chen saw that the old man was still a fairy and didn't eat the fireworks of the world, but now he became an old naughty boy in a blink of an eye, which made him cry and laugh.

"I still have something to do, why don't you go home and see your grandfather first?" the old man slipped a few steps to the side, and then turned back to Xia Chen and said.

Is this an eviction order?

Xia Chen pouted, sighed helplessly, and bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the seniors, the juniors have taken their leave." ”

"Go, go, go. The voice of the old man, who had already walked to the inner room, came.

Standing up straight, Xia Chen turned around and just wanted to walk out, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure painting hanging on the stone wall not far away.

Immediately stopped, Xia Chen was all eyes on the painting.

A middle-aged man with a confident arc on his mouth sat in front of the chessboard, holding a white chess piece in his hand, and looked at the chess game on the board with sharp eyes.

Xia Chen was influenced by his grandfather and knew a little about chess, as long as the man put the white chess in his hand in the position of Tianyuan, he could win a big victory, no wonder the man in the painting was so confident, and he looked quite a temperament that looked at the world.

And when Xia Chen looked at the face of the man in the painting, he couldn't help but let out an "ah".

This......

This......

How does the man in this painting look like his grandfather? It was only after this and this that Xia Chen made a judgment from surprise.

"Senior!" Xia Chen hurriedly opened his throat and shouted towards the inner room.

The old man heard the shout and floated out: "What's the matter?"

"Dare to ask the old-timers, who is the person in the painting?" Xia Chen's hand pointed to the figure painting on the stone wall.

The old man's eyes moved to the painting, and after looking at it for a while, he replied lightly: "It's just an old friend." ”

Xia Chen glanced at the old man suspiciously, and the old man's calm expression could not make him get other information.

The old man retracted his gaze and turned to Xia Chen: "Okay, if you don't go back, your grandfather will be worried." ”

Xia Chen didn't leave immediately as obedient, but stood where he was and didn't move.

"What, are you still in trouble?" asked the old man, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Xia Chen approached the portrait, turned back to the old man and said, "Senior, can you allow the younger generation to say more." ”

There was a fine hourglass in the room, and the hourglass was marked with the hour scale, and the old man glanced at the hourglass, and the time was the hour, and said, "Say it." ”

Xia Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the portrait and said, "The person in the painting is very similar to my grandfather's appearance, and the younger generation doesn't know if this is a coincidence?"

"What?" the old man suddenly shook his body and asked in surprise, "You said he looks like your grandfather?!"

Xia Chen didn't expect the old man's reaction to be so big, and he was immediately stunned, and he nodded slowly after a while.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" the old man jumped.

Xia Chen said cautiously: "The junior also saw this painting just now, how could he tell you earlier?"

"Yes. Ahem. The old man cleared his throat in embarrassment, "The old man has been looking for him for a long time, I can't imagine that he has lived in seclusion in such a remote place, I can't think of it, I can't think of it!"

As he spoke, the old man shook his head self-deprecatingly.

But he thought of something, and muttered: "It doesn't have to be him, there are many people in the world, and it's not surprising that there are people who look like this, you have to meet to know." ”

Seeing the old man's reaction, Xia Chen was also muttering whether this old man had something to do with his grandfather.

After pondering for a moment, the old man came to Xia Chen's side, stretched out his right hand, and then beckoned to the painting on the stone wall.

Xia Chen opened his mouth, his eyes watching the old man's movements, and he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart. I saw that the painting flew towards the old man like a puppet with a thread entangled, stopped in front of them, and then the painting rolled up by itself!

Wonderful!

Mysterious!

When Xia Chen saw the old man's supernatural powers, he couldn't help but praise them in his heart, and at the same time, he also had a little more yearning for the cultivation of the true Dao.

(Note: The place name "Seven Prefectures and One Frontier" is borrowed from the seven states in the Kyushu Chronicles, but the setting will be different, and Zhongzhou is regarded as Middle Earth.) ）