"Is the retribution for the cycle of reincarnation?" Xie Wensheng thought about something.

Fu Xiang stopped continuing this topic and turned his head to look at the cold Mu Kexin, "My father and I are confidants."

"I understand." Mu Kexin nodded, "Father told me about you."

"It is said that a close friend is hard to come by, but I was fortunate to reach the top of Changren Mufeng and had a fight with him, so I made a relationship." Fu Xiang sighed lightly: "It's a pity that he had violated the family rules and could only stay in Kunlun for the rest of his life. He occasionally lifted the ban and came out of the mountain. He was just challenging the masters of the world and had never read the fireworks in the world. I hope you can take a good look for him and experience things he had never experienced before."

"Okay." Mu Kexin's answer was very concise.

"It's really like him, he's a cold man." Fu Xiang smiled, "You guys hurry up and go down the mountain."

"Mr. Fu Yan, I was really surprised." Xie Wensheng suddenly spoke.

"Have you heard of the King of Hell who can be close friends with the Immortal Lord?" Fu Xiang buried his head, unable to see his face clearly, but he could vaguely hear that he was laughing, "I didn't expect that Mr. Xie will have an unexpected short-sighted experience after living for a hundred years. But well, I believe that in the next step, many unexpected things will happen to Mr. Xie in this world."

"Maybe." Xie Wensheng stood up, "or maybe this world will not only surprise me, but also surprise you."

"Oh?" Fu Xiang raised his eyebrows.

"Especially the two young people who just went down the mountain." Xie Wensheng smiled softly and looked at Mu Kexin.

"If you want to defeat him, you must follow their steps first. Let's go."

"Yes." Mu Kexin nodded and stood up and rushed away.

"What are you doing?" Gongsun Shilan looked at Luo Feiyu and asked in thought on the mountain road.

"I'm feeling the sword intent of this sword." Luo Feiyu replied.

"Sword Intention?" Gongsun Shilian raised her eyebrows.

"Yes. Someone once told me that the so-called sword intent refers to the artistic conception of the sword, and the artistic conception of each sword is different." Luo Feiyu snorted unconsciously when he said this.

"The artistic conception of the sword?" Gongsun Shilan said in confusion.

"Yes, for example, your Jiangmo sword has the artistic conception of the snowy sky without any stains. There is a warm sun shining on it, clearing the filth of the world." Luo Feiyu looked at the handle of the umbrella, "and the sword left by my master's wife is like the desolate chaos in Hongmeng, without any sword energy or sword intent, but it can accommodate all things coming, with indescribable majesty, which makes the sword afraid. As for the sword that is as light as water..."

"The artistic conception of this sword must be sad." Gongsun Shilan looked at Luo Feiyu's frowning and said softly.

"It's indeed sad." Luo Feiyu kicked a stone under his feet, "It's so sad that there is no sword energy or sword intent, which is exactly the same as Zhe Jian. But the difference is that Zhe Jian is a sword that can tolerate all things in the world, so this sword can keep everything out."

"It contains the fear brought by the sword breaking." Gongsun Shilian continued, "Even the top ten famous swords cannot do this."

Luo Feiyu nodded, but his heart was always uneasy about the vast sword energy he had just now.

He turned his head and took a look again.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and there was no one.

At the foot of the lonely mountain.

Xie Wensheng and Mu Kexin had fallen under an old tree. They raised their heads and looked at the man standing in the shade.

"It's rare for brothers to meet again. Don't you go and meet again?" Xie Wensheng asked.

"There will always be a goodbye." Ling Jianqiu replied.

"But the chess piece has been put down. If it is not stopped, the consequences may be unimaginable." Xie Wensheng expressed his guess.

"Isn't it just that I gave me a sword and passed on my internal skills, why worry about it? Although my junior brother has been practicing sword since he was a child, he was frivolous and frivolous, but what he is best at is to surprise people." Ling Jianqiu jumped off the tree and fell a leaf.

Xie Wensheng shook his head, "I have lived for so long and I can't see clearly the chess player behind me."

"Oh?" Ling Jianqiu turned around and asked respectfully at Xie Wensheng: "Since Mr. Xie said this, did he guess the chess player behind him?"

"I wonder what you think?" Xie Wensheng asked.

"I only have swords and hometown in my heart. After all, I am just a heretic when it comes to chess game." Ling Jianqiu said humbly, "It's far worse than a sir."

"It's rare to see you have such a humble moment." Xie Wensheng smiled bitterly: "The chess game is hard to predict, it's weird and impermanent. It may be just a game between two people, and it may also be related to the people of the world. It seems that only by going to Luoyang to see the host who invited me to visit can you know."

"Since the situation is so serious, then Mr. Xie will be there." Ling Jianqiu suddenly said.

"I'm sorry?" Xie Wensheng was stunned.

"Please go to my junior brother's place." Ling Jianqiu's voice was calm, without any commanding tone.

"Why me? You are the senior brother he once lived with every day and night." Xie Wensheng said helplessly.

"Because I am his senior brother, I want to make the encounter between us more surprising. This is my rare selfish intention." Ling Jianqiu touched the scabbard and smiled rare, "Mr. Xie, I'm sorry."

"I didn't expect that I was so old and I still had to run errands for you, a young man." Xie Wensheng shook his head and jumped away.

Ling Jianqiu turned his head and looked at Mu Kexin, who was also looking at him.

"Let's go." Ling Jianqiu spoke first.

Mu Ke said in a confused manner: "Where to go?"

"Go and practice swordsmanship." Ling Jianqiu walked slowly forward, and the breeze blew his long gown. "Luoyang City is much more dangerous than you and I imagined. There is the strongest master in the world, and it is far from comparable to this spring."

Mu Kexin was still hesitant and did not step forward.

Ling Jianqiu stopped, "If you become a burden, I can't protect you. What I want to do here is to kill the nine clans, but I have no family anymore. If I fail and die, the first one they waved their swords will be you."

"Okay." Mu Kexin was stunned for a moment, and followed.

At the same time, there is a slight smile on the corner of the mouth.

As for what is unconscious or from the heart, only she understands it herself.

Flower City Luoyang.

The Heart of the Tribulation.

Even during the clear day, the room was extremely dark. The doors and windows were all hidden, and only a middle-aged man stood there with a candle, closing his eyes as if he was resting, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Teacher, call me." A young young man in a dragon robe pushed the door in a respectful tone.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, "There is already a grand atmosphere in the area of ​​the Emperor Star in the night sky. Aoyang, have you enjoyed enough of a stable life?"

"The teacher told me." Emperor Jingyang said softly.

"If you want to change the decline of Ziwei, the best way is to let Ziwei Star bloom with light and cover up the flaws." Mo Wendong turned around, "Aoyang, Aoyang, you have been learning with me for a long time. This game of chess should be something you have to do with."
Chapter completed!