A few days later, Zhao Zhijing was dressed in a white robe, holding Zhao Xinting, who was smiling at this time, and the two of them had already taken Beijing from the middle capital at this time, and hurried to Zhongnan Mountain. The two came to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, since then the mountain road of Zhongnan Mountain can no longer ride a horse, and several disciples of Mingjiao who accompanied him looked after the horses of Zhao Zhijing and others at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhijing held his sister Zhao Xinting, step by step on the stone steps on the mountain road of Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhao Xinting, who has lived in a small mountain village since she was a child, has never seen the outside world, and she was shocked by the prosperity of Beijing when she was brought to Beijing by Zhao Zhijing. At this time, looking at the handsome Zhongnan Mountain in front of him, with a look of curiosity, Zhongnan Mountain is worthy of being a Taoist holy place at this time, and it has a unique charm compared to the prosperous central capital Beijing. If it is said that it is the most prosperous city in the world, it is the center of the world, but under the prosperous surface, there is also an ugliness that transcends the world.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhao Xinting, who was curious and happy at this time, and couldn't help but smile on his face, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "My decision is really not wrong, a child like Xin Ting who has not been polluted by the world should naturally not live in Zhongdu, which has the dirtiest things in the world, nor can he go all over the world with a person who has a non-pure mind." And there is an open gun that is easy to dodge and dark arrows are difficult to defend, walking the world by himself, if he wants to integrate the forces of martial arts, he will naturally have enemies, and he can't always be by her side as her brother to protect her happy growth; ”

Zhao Xinting looked at Zhongnan Mountain in front of her, couldn't help the joy in her heart, broke free from Zhao Zhijing's big hand holding her, and happily ran around the stone steps. Everything is so novel in her heart, looking at the sculptures on the stone railing on the side of the road from time to time, and asking Zhao Zhijing novel questions one after another.

At this time, she didn't feel the tiredness of Zhongnanshan at all, and her face was excited, urging Zhao Zhijing to hurry up from time to time. Sometimes she naughtily picked up the loose balls from the ground and threw them at Zhao Zhijing's body, when Zhao Zhijing looked at her, she would make a grimace at Zhao Zhijing, and then run away happily.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhao Xinting in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the figure in his eyes and the cheerful girl in front of him constantly overlapped, as if he was a person. Zhao Zhijing's body shook slightly, the light and shadow in front of him were shattered, the previous life was always the previous life, and Zhao Xinting at this time was still the woman who rescued herself in the mountains and forests, not her sister who depended on her life in the previous life. But what does it matter, she has always been her sister.

Zhao Zhijing estimated with one hand, the stone fence on the mountain road, he has come to this world for a long time, this is his home, a place that gives him warmth, even if he is now the real master of Mingjiao Zhen and the Iron Palm Gang, his first home in this world is also the warmest home in his heart, and it is still the Zhongnan Mountain Quanzhen Sect. Looking at this cheerful figure, I think that she should grow up happily in this home of her own and find happiness that belongs to her.

Zhao Zhijing carried Zhao Xinting, who was already asleep, on his back at this time, and walked up to Zhongnan Mountain step by step, feeling the breath on his back, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but think in his heart: "Sure enough, she is still a child, although Xin Ting is not young at this time, but at this time she has not practiced internal strength, and her physical strength is naturally not as good as the chivalrous in the rivers and lakes, if she hadn't lived in the mountain village all the year round, she would have been tired and bitter!"

The next day, the rising sun sprinkled the golden light of Zhongnan Mountain, and the misty Zhongnan Mountain was like a fairyland under the light of the sun at this time. Zhao Zhijing was in his own small courtyard in Zhongnan Mountain, and at this time, Zhao Zhijing was holding the dark iron heavy sword he had placed in Zhongnan Mountain in one hand, and stroking the dark sword body with the other, as if an infatuated man was caressing his lover. At this time, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of sadness, this Xuantie heavy sword accompanied him in the time of cultivation in the Snake Valley, and accompanied him through a lonely time.

Zhao Zhijing put down the heavy sword in his hand, and picked up a standard long sword that the true disciples of the Quanzhen Sect had from the side, this sword was by Zhao Zhijing's side when he began to practice swords, and he had his presence in the ten times of Zhongnan Mountain. Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hand and pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, this long sword that had been with him for more than ten years had no cold light at this time, and there were scars on the sword body, if you took a closer look at the long sword at this time, there was already a small crack on the sword body. Zhao Zhijing looked at the crack of this smile, and there was a trace of sadness on his face, this long sword that had followed him for the longest time could no longer withstand the infusion of his violent true qi.

Zhao Zhijing looked at the two swords beside him, and thought of the rosewood sword that he had tempered with his true qi for more than a year, at this time it had turned into flying ashes and dissipated in the mountains and forests where he fought with Wanyan Sect, and it followed him for his master, earning the title of "Sword Immortal". At this time, I need a sword, a sword that belongs to me.

Looking up and seeing that the sun had risen so high at this time, and the morning class of the Quanzhen Sect should be over at this time, Zhao Zhijing put the two long swords in the room and walked towards the main hall of Zhongnan Mountain alone. Zhao Zhijing came to the hall that he was familiar with, and the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect in the hall at this time had all dispersed, and only the Quanzhen Sect Sect Ma Yu and Sun Buer and others were still sitting in the hall. Zhao Zhijing stepped into the hall quickly and saluted a few people.

Several people in the hall smiled after Zhao Zhijing saluted and said, "Get up, don't be polite." Zhao Zhijing's voice rose, and Ma Yu, who was in charge at this time, asked: "Zhijing, you came to see your master, but at this time, the junior brother is no longer in the mountains." Zhao Zhijing listened, and said with a respectful face: "Uncle Rongyu, the disciple didn't come to look for the master today; Today's disciples came to find Uncle Sun. ”

Several people burst out of a smile when they heard this, although Zhao Zhijing respected their predecessors in the past, he hadn't asked them for anything, I don't know what kind of medicine Zhao Zhijing bought in this gourd today. Since he had heard that Zhao Zhijing was asking for himself, Sun Buer was not polite and said with a smile: "I don't know what the master and nephew are looking for, what is the matter with me, and what is there that you, the No. 1 master of Quanzhen, can't solve." ”

Zhao Zhijing also smiled after hearing this and said, "Uncle Shi, it's funny, how can the disciple's little bit of Taoism be compared with Uncle Shi. After hearing this, several people looked at Zhao Zhijing and shook their heads. glanced at a few people, Zhao Zhijing continued: "Uncle Shi and Uncle Shi both know that I brought a girl who is 14 or 5 years old when I go up the mountain. Her name is Zhao Xinting, and she is the younger sister recognized by the disciple, and I want her to worship under your door, Uncle Sun! ”