The next day, in the Chongyang Hall of Zhongnan Mountain, Sun Buer stood in the middle with a serious face, Wang Chongyang hung behind her, her robe fluttering, and the portrait of a long sword hanging on her waist.

At this time, Zhao Xinting restrained her naughty appearance, knelt in front of Sun Buer with a serious face, listened carefully to Sun Buer's words, and knew that one of the two things she had done to return to Nanshan this time had already been settled. Zhao Xinting should be able to worship under Uncle Sun Bu'er smoothly, and she doesn't have to wander in this treacherous river and lake like herself.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhao Xinting, who was kneeling in front of Sun Buer at this time, didn't say anything, and turned around and left silently alone. A crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye and dripped onto the floor tiles of the main hall, splashing tiny tears.

Zhao Zhijing returned to his small courtyard, put the two long swords he had placed in the room on his back, closed the door, and left the small courtyard. On the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhao Zhijing walked on the path he was familiar with, and the trees beside the path were blown by the mountain wind, and the leaves rubbed and made a rustling sound.

Zhao Zhijing came to the creek where he and Li Mochou knew each other in the past, that was the place where they saw each other for the first time, and that scene was still clearly reflected in Zhao Zhijing's mind, it was so familiar with her smile and smile, as if it was just what happened yesterday.

Zhao Zhijing pulled out the Xuantie heavy sword on his back, the heavy long sword quickly slashed through the air in his hand, and the shadow of the Dao sword appeared beside him, as if the Dao divine light bloomed beside Zhao Zhijing. Dao Dao sword qi flew out from the shadow of the sword, sliding out sword marks on the ground. The sun kept rising, and two huge words were carved out by the sword qi on the ground. Zhao Zhijing returned the sword to the sheath, put the Xuantie heavy sword on his body, and looked at the words carved out by his sword qi, with a sweet smile on his face.

Zhao Zhijing looked around with his eyes, standing on the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, he climbed high and looked into the distance, as if he was standing in the sky, overlooking everything in the world. A sense of pride suddenly appeared, Zhao Zhijing opened his mouth, and a long roar like a dragon's roar came out of Zhao Zhijing's mouth, resounding throughout the world. At this time, the Quanzhen disciples in Zhongnan Mountain all heard this heroic howl, and the tomb of the living dead in Zhongnan Mountain naturally also heard this long howl.

At this time, in the tomb of the living dead, Lin Ruohua and Li Mochou both heard this long howl coming from their hearts, but their expressions were very different. Li Mochou heard this long howl, only to feel a sweet emotion rising from his heart, and couldn't help showing a sweet smile on his face, quickly opened the stone door belonging to her room, and ran quickly towards the place where the sound came from.

At this time, Lin Ruohua, who was still in the tomb of the living dead, put one hand on her lower abdomen, with a maternal smile and happiness on her face, but these emotions contained this painful sadness. But at this time, she didn't seem to be ready, and she didn't lift her feet and step out of her room.

After Zhao Zhijing let out a long roar, his eyes looked at the place of the tomb of the living dead, his face was full of joy, but the look of joy did not exist on his face for long. Zhao Zhijing took a deep look at the path from the tomb of the living dead to the stream where he was, resolutely turned his body, his toes touched the ground instantly, and his body left quickly like a Kunpeng, at this time a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, but when he opened his eyes, he was the leader of the Ming Sect and the leader of the Iron Palm Gang who was already the white-clothed sword immortal in the rivers and lakes who was not moved.

Li Mochou came quickly from the tomb of the living dead, and when she came to the stream that belonged to the two of them, the shadow reflected in her heart was no longer there, leaving only the Dao sword marks on the ground and a long roar in her heart. Li Mochou saw those two big words, "Mochou" was Zhao Zhijing's name for her, the complex emotions of joy and sadness burst out from her heart, the tears in her eyes could no longer be stopped, and the crystal tears were like pearls with broken threads, dripping from the corners of her eyes on the grass, splashing tears.

Zhao Zhijing's figure kept flickering, and after a while he came to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, took his mount, turned over his horse, and quickly walked towards the bright top of the Kunlun Mountain General Altar. With the issuance of an order, the machine of the Mingjiao General Altar was running rapidly, and the precious sword-casting materials were transported to Kunlun Mountain from all directions, and the famous swordsmiths in the Mingjiao also converged towards Kunlun Mountain.

That night, Lin Ruohua, who lived in the tomb of the living dead all year round and did not leave the tomb of the living dead, gathered this breath from his stone chamber and left the tomb of the living dead when the people in the tomb were not paying attention.

Next to the stream, the two big handwriting were still engraved on the ground at this time, and Li Mochou was still staring at the big characters in front of him blankly, with a hint of a smile on his face from time to time. At this time, in her heart, she recalled the bits and pieces that belonged to them, and when she didn't pay attention, a figure appeared in the treetops not far from her.

This figure, dressed in white, with a white veil on her face, and her lower abdomen slightly bulging, gave birth to this little life. Lin Ruohua felt that there was still a remnant of Zhao Zhijing's breath in the forest, and the tears in her eyes kept slipping down, and two tear stains slipped on her smooth face.

Zhao Zhijing galloped quickly, after half a month, finally came to Kunlun Mountain, one person and one horse walked on the top of the light, at this time the horse he was holding in his hand was no longer the one before, along the way constantly in the stronghold of Mingjiao with the change of mounts, Zhao Zhijing can come to the top of the light at this time.

Zhao Zhijing didn't say anything in the bright top, just took a good bath, ate a hearty meal, and returned to his residence. Although Zhao Zhijing's internal cultivation is profound, combined with the national art of later generations and the tempering of his body in "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", he has also made certain achievements, but in the past ten days, he has been constantly rushing, sometimes on horseback, sometimes he is running his true qi, and his light work figure is constantly flashing on the road, but the fatigue of the mind can only be made up for by resting, and naturally Zhao Zhijing should do when he returns to the top of the light is to rest, and naturally he sleeps.

At this time, there was a smile on his face on the bed, a comfortable smile at that time, and he should be asleep in a sweet dream at this time.