Night.

Central Plains, a deep mountain.

A sword roar pierced the sky, and suddenly the cold air was everywhere, and on the late autumn night, there was a little fine snow. Between the foothills, a strange light flashed, and a gloomy and evil hall appeared out of thin air.

"Frost?!"

Lu Kong exclaimed in surprise and took the lead out of the hall.

Immediately afterward, countless Dark Sect members came out one after another, looking at each other, not knowing why.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a figure slowly appear in the void in front of me. But he was dressed in red, standing in the air, his hair fluttering under the night sky, and a dark blue long sword in his hand, exuding a chilling air. As soon as Fang appeared, the fine snow flying around him was like a wax moon in the middle of winter, and they were fluttering one after another.

"Moon Shadow ...... Mu Zihan?!"

For a while, the ** people below were shocked, and their faces were full of shock.

Qin Chuan and Mu Zihan, who died together with Jin Xuzi in the Forgetful Gorge, had already spread throughout the Central Plains. But at this moment, why did it appear in the sky? Moreover, the strength has been so terrifyingly improved.

That killing intent, almost terrifying!

"His Highness the Holy Son!"

Suddenly, Lu Kong turned behind him and bowed.

I saw Half Moon wearing a white nightgown, slowly walking out of the hall, her eyes fixed on the woman in red in the sky. In his face, there was also a little doubt, and even more, fear from the bottom of his heart.

"You've found this place, what do you want to do?"

Half Moon said coldly, her face gloomy. Gritting his teeth, a fierce color appeared between his eyebrows.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Mu Zihan raised one hand, and a white light flashed out, exuding a strange aura, not like the Demon Dao, nor like the Dao, and no one in the entire Central Plains had ever seen it. In the blink of an eye, somewhere in mid-air, several translucent barriers were condensed, forming a confinement barrier.

Immediately, in the enchantment, a figure suddenly appeared, and all the true elements were extracted out of thin air, and they were firmly imprisoned in it. Qinglong's complexion changed greatly, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle!

"What tricks you have, I know very well!"

Mu Zihan snorted coldly, and on the Frost Condensing Sword, there was a trembling sound again.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the blade of the sword was raised, and another place in the air suddenly exploded, with a violent roar, and ice flowers splashed everywhere. Suddenly, the Lord of the Ruijin Banner, Rakshasa, was also hit hard, and his figure appeared out of thin air, and a trace of blood sprinkled all over the night sky, scarlet. Immediately, he fell to the ground hard.

The eyes are full of incredible!

"Hoo ......"

Seeing this, Half Moon breathed a sigh of relief, and each glanced at the Qinglong and Rakshasa who had not yet appeared and had been completely subdued, and were silent. Suddenly, he sneered:

"What is your purpose?"

A cold moon, bleak.

Mu Zihan's face was expressionless, only a pair of beautiful eyebrows seemed to frown slightly.

"Your purpose is my purpose. ”

......

Late autumn in October.

The crowd is bustling and lively.

Sighing, Qin Chuan shook his head, he didn't expect to end up in this Jingzhou City again.

Now more than two months have passed since that trip to Anyang. The pear orchard in Mu Zihan's mouth also doesn't know where it is, since leaving Anyang, Qin Chuan has traveled around the Central Plains, where there are many people, he will go, thinking that he can find out a little bit of Mu Zihan's news.

But as a result, there is still some disappointment.

The situation in the Central Plains at this time is a little strange. The Dark Gate has been disappearing, and the Cult has fallen silent after a ransacking before. As for the righteous sects, there is still open and secret fighting.

Therefore, in the past two months, there has been no major incident.

However, such a quiet practice also brought a lot of benefits to Qin Chuan.

In the dantian, the Dao method is refined, and the shape of the seven-star arch in the spiritual core has already shown signs of breakthrough, and in the next few days, it will be able to break through to the level of the Eight Dharma Fortune Realm.

"Alas......"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan sighed.

Now that Zihan is nowhere to be found, even if he reaches the realm of Heavenly Dao Mahayana, what can he do?

After settling down, Qin Chuan continued to walk aimlessly on the streets, and he didn't plan to disturb the Su family. The last time Su Quan let him do something, I don't know if it was completed......

After Ye Qiuqi settled the family affairs, although he let a clan brother take care of the trivial matters on his behalf, the actual power was in his hands. This matter, after two months, has already spread throughout the Central Plains. I heard that the Ye family had already hired the Su family, and the Cheng family in Jingzhou would not be uncomfortable again.

"Well, it should be done. ”

Qin Chuan nodded. As for when the wedding will be held, I don't know how Ye Qiuqi arranged it.

Thinking about it, I thought about it and glanced at it casually.

But in front of an attic, there was a city in front of the courtyard, and many Confucian scribes came in and out, as if it was something lively. When I looked closely, it turned out to be an art exhibition organized by a famous gentleman in the Confucian Garden.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, and Qin Chuan also came up.

In an elegant hall, there are many famous paintings hanging on the four walls, landscapes, plants and trees, customs and customs, and everyone is very stylish. Many Confucian scholars under it paid attention to the auspiciousness, and they were all praised.

"Xu Zhiqian?"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan was surprised.

These paintings are all from the handwriting of Mr. Xu Zhiqian of Hedong, no wonder they have attracted so many talented scholars to pay homage. Lao Xu's painting skills are indeed the best in the world.

Suddenly, Qin Chuan remembered something and smiled.

It seems that he secretly kept a hand that time, but he still saved Xu Zhiqian's life.

"I wonder if Mr. Hedong is here?"

Suddenly, a young man's voice came from somewhere in the hall. Qin Chuan looked at it in a blink of an eye, and saw a young man in white with an extraordinary atmosphere, with an elegant temperament, some elegant demeanor, but also some Taoist chic, which blended perfectly in him. Even, there is a bit of cultivation that is not low.

The Confucian students also seemed to have discovered this person's extraordinary, and after making a salute, they should have gone to the back hall to find Xu Zhiqian. Then the young man smiled and continued to look at one wall.

There, is a picture of a spring scene.

A clear stream, a hundred delicate flowers, three or two yellow warblers, thousands of colorful butterflies.

On the side of the stream, there are two young men and women, snuggling up to each other, as if there is a whisper of Yiyi, although there are only two backs, but its sweetness is on the page. A few brief strokes, full of spring.

"Uh......"

Immediately, Qin Chuan couldn't help but swallow.

This Xu Zhiqian, how did he take out this painting. When I first added these few strokes, I had just formed an immortal relationship with Shangguan Yao, and I was happy. But looking at it again this time, it feels a little embarrassing......

I don't know if anyone knows it's my own handiwork.

"What do you think of this painting?"

When the white-clothed young man saw Qin Chuan, he was slightly startled, and he also turned around and asked softly.

"Good!"

Qin Chuan only responded to one word, and it was not easy to make an evaluation. However, I feel that the young man in white in front of him exudes an aura that makes people feel close unconsciously, like a spring breeze.

Its identity is definitely extraordinary!

Then, the young man in white smiled, stopped speaking, and still looked at the men and women in the scenery, as if he liked it very much. Soon, Xu Zhiqian walked out of the back hall, dressed in a Confucian robe, gentle and elegant, sent away the students who followed, walked to Qin Chuan and the others, and saluted:

"Under Xu Zhiqian, you are polite. ”

"Xiao Rubai. ”

The young man in white withdrew the folding fan and saluted in return.

Qin Chuan also smiled, this Xu Zhiqian is a person he admires, and he has a lot of guilt in his heart, and he can't help but feel a little nostalgic when he sees him at this time. However, it was through this that I learned the name of the man in white.

"I don't know Brother Xiao, what do you think of this painting?"

Xu Zhiqian asked humbly, turning to the painting with a faint smile.

Mr. Hadong laughed. I don't know Danqing, but I feel that I love this painting very much, if Mr. intends to transfer, I am willing to invest in the collection. I wonder what Mr. thinks?"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan's heart shook.

It turned out that Xiao Rubai wanted to collect this painting.

"This ......"

"Xiao is abrupt, forgive me. ”

Suddenly, before Xu Zhiqian could speak, Xiao Rubai hurriedly saluted apologetically, "The brush of calligraphy and painting cannot be measured by money. However, if Mr. intends to transfer, he is willing to exchange the original fragment of Guangling Qu. I think you have a love for music, sir, right?"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan was shocked.

This Guangling song is an ancient song that has been lost for thousands of years, not to mention the authentic fragments, I am afraid that it is a rubbing page, and it is also priceless. This Xiao Rubai, it seems that the origin is not small.

"This ......"

Xu Zhiqian heard the authentic work of Guangling Qu, and a different color flashed in his eyes, but it soon dimmed again, and there was something unspeakable, "It's not that I'm reluctant, if this spring scenery map is written by the next person, don't say it's replaced, it's okay to transfer it to Brother Xiao...... Guangling Qu, I'm afraid it will be lost. ”

"Oh, how do you say?"

Xiao Rubai looked stunned and asked.

However, Qin Chuan was a little confused, what Xu Zhiqian meant, he naturally knew.

"Don't tell Brother Xiao that this painting was actually made by me and an old friend, but now that old friend has passed away, I must treasure it. I hope Brother Xiao will forgive me. ”

After that, Xu Zhiqian arched his hand, apologizing.

“......”

Xiao Rubai was silent for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a simple volume of pages from his arms and handed it to Xu Zhiqian's hand, with a faint smile floating on his picturesque face. This time, no more sir:

"Guangling Qu, it's for Brother Xu. ”

“？”

Suddenly, Xu Zhiqian's face was happy, but he was also a little surprised.

"Actually, I also fell in love with this painting because I missed my old friend. Brother Xu is like this, but he is in the same way as me. The so-called sword gift to the hero, Xiao, gave this Guangling song to Brother Xu. ”

Xiao Rubai laughed heartily and wanted to walk towards the door.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan, who had been watching the two of them, called out.

This Xiao Rubai has an outstanding temperament, and his identity must be extraordinary, and Guangling Qu, the only treasure in the world, can also be given to others without blinking. For a while, I also had a little admiration. Since he wants this picture of spring scenery, how can he not fulfill him?

"Brother Xu, I have something to say below!"