A huge green lotus bloomed in the void, the sword qi was a petal, the dust was full of light, clear and crystalline, slowly blooming in the moonlight, emitting a sword sound, playing a sword song. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man standing on the sword lotus, a full moon rose behind him, reflecting his figure, at this time as stunning as under the moon, a green jade long sword bloomed blue light at this time, as clear as glass, clear and clear, swallowing sword light.

The old man's expression was solemn, and a black short sword emitted a faint light at this time, which seemed to swallow all the light, making it even darker here, and his figure gradually disappeared into it.

Ye Qingguan looked at the sword in his hand, as if he remembered something, and his face showed surprise, this sword, he had heard Uncle Thirteen mention it, but it seemed to be a little different.

"Qinglian Sword Song!" The man drank lightly, and a huge sword lotus disintegrated violently, and the sword qi in the sky fell like rain, and even Ye Qingguan was covered in it.

Ye Qingguan frowned, waved the iron sword, and the sword qi was agitated, as thick as a dragon, rampage in the sword rain, and between the collision of the sword qi, there was a sonorous hunting sound, which was extremely piercing.

Then he cut a passage, swept out, and disappeared into the night, the sword aura behind him was terrifying.

Back at the restaurant, Ye Qingguan took off his mask and sat cross-legged on the bed, like a nobody, not caring about what was happening outside.

Early the next morning, Ye Qingguan went downstairs to eat after washing, and all kinds of gossip came out again, saying that the things of the Sage House had been stolen again.

Many people are very puzzled, they don't know which way the Sage House has provoked, and they have been approached three times and twice, and they don't know what they are looking for.

An Lanxuan frowned his delicate eyebrows, and said indignantly: "These people are really good thieves, they even dare to steal things from the Sage Mansion, if I have practiced martial arts, I must break the legs of these thieves." ”

Ye Qingguan smiled and didn't speak, this was probably the heaviest punishment he could come up with.

"Do you know why someone went to the Sage House to steal things three or two times, there is actually a lot of article in this. On the table behind Ye Qingguan, someone suddenly lowered his voice and said.

"What article can there be, isn't it just the gentleman's sword that covets the Sage's Mansion?" someone scoffed.

"If you want to learn the Junzi Sword, you can wait a few days to pass the Kailu assessment, why do you act so secretly? Therefore, they are definitely not for the Junzi Sword!" said the man who spoke at the beginning very firmly.

"Since it's not for the Gentleman's Sword, then for what?, the most precious thing in the Sage Pavilion, that is, the inheritance of the Sage, and the top ten divine swords in the Sword Pavilion!"

"Do you know the person of the Eastern Emperor?" the man suddenly said again, and everyone looked at him in unison, not knowing what he meant.

"Dongdi, everyone knows this, isn't it because of him that Dongdi City came? But this thing is too long, who knows if there is really a person like Dongdi?"

Many people have doubts about the existence of this person, because there are very few records of this person in historical classics, all of them are sporadic sentences or two, and most of them are legends, and there is no exact factual basis, so people have always wondered whether this Eastern Emperor is made up?

At first, the man said, "Of course it exists, otherwise how did the Eastern Emperor City come about?"

He lowered his voice again and said, "I heard that the existence of the Eastern Emperor is still before the Confucian Sage, and he is one of the founding ancestors of the martial arts, and the reason why the Confucian Saint built the Sage Mansion here is for the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor!"

Many people's eyes suddenly widened, and their faces were unbelievable!

Martial arts are long gone, since the mythological era has been recorded, thousands of years ago, and now some people even say that the Eastern Emperor is the founding ancestor of martial arts, doesn't that say that the Eastern Emperor is older than the Confucian sage?

"Bearded, where did you hear that?" someone stared at him with wide eyes, suspecting him of nonsense.

The bearded man sneered: "Hehe, in fact, I also listened to what others said, gossip." "Some people suspect that the reason why those people entered the Sage Mansion several times to steal things was for the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor!"

The bearded man's words made many people frown and were very speechless, but they couldn't help but move their minds in their hearts.

Although the bearded man's explanation does not know the cause and effect, it does have some truth, and if it is true, I don't know how many people will be moved.

Ye Qingguan listened to the news quietly, glanced at the bearded man, and thought for a while.

After eating, Ye Qingguan left the restaurant alone and began to wander around the city.

The East Emperor City is really big, the distance from south to north is enough for dozens of miles, and the area is even more vast, there are 10,000 households located, and there are dense mountains and forests, and there are many traces of tigers and beasts in the deep mountains.

Ye Qingguan walked on the official road, and his extraordinary hearing could capture a lot of unknown news, and along the way, the news he heard the most was the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor!

Such a scene made his heart lift slightly, and remembering the news he heard in the restaurant, he suddenly smelled a smell of conspiracy.

In the past few days, there have been countless people entering the Dongdi City every day, and the restaurants have been full, and the wide streets are also crowded with people, bustling, all kinds of people, and everyone has it.

If the news of the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor spreads, I am afraid that the Sage Pavilion will become even more chaotic, even if it is very important among the hundred gates, but in the face of huge interests, not many people will scruple about this.

Ye Qingguan couldn't help but think of the two groups of people who grabbed the stele a few days ago, I am afraid that they would find it difficult to succeed, so they came up with such a trick, so they fished in troubled waters.

After strolling from morning to noon, Ye Qingguan was a little hungry, so he stopped in front of a small noodle restaurant on the side of the street and ordered a spicy noodles.

After waiting for a while, a somewhat thin figure came over with a large bowl of noodles: "Official, your noodles." ”

Ye Qingguan glanced at him in some surprise, this boy looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, his body was thin, his head was extraordinarily large, and his face was like a zombie, stiff without the slightest expression, only a pair of eyes were as clear as water, extremely black, without a trace of impurities.

Ye Qingguan looked at him, a little distracted for a while.

The boy glanced at Ye Qingguan, turned around and walked away, limping, his left leg was naturally shorter than his right leg, which was extremely weird.

Ye Qingguan watched his back disappear into the kitchen before retracting his gaze.

When I was young, I seemed to be like this, my face was pale and skinny, but my head was very big, and I was also called a small bamboo pole.

Thinking of this title, he smiled slightly and muttered three words softly, but no one could hear it.

The noodles were unexpectedly fragrant, Ye Qingguan ate with relish, but halfway through eating, a painful groan suddenly came from the kitchen, followed by a pop, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

"Xiao Dongzi, what's wrong with you, Xiao Dongzi, don't scare grandpa!"