"Isn't this move of the Ling family contrary to the purpose of Tianji Pavilion?" the iron-faced official shouted in a low voice.

"It's not a violation, it's just a reasonable use." Xie Wensheng said quietly: "Be prepared for the hard work."

"The chess game is over, but this troubled time is far from over."

"Now the Tang Sect is in chaos, and the court is in a dark tide again." The iron-faced official sighed: "It is indeed time to work hard."

"How could you know, Mo Wendong penetrated?" Xie Wensheng chuckled softly, "Where is only the Tang Sect?"

Quandu.

A year ago, the old man Tianjian colluded with the Japanese renminbi, and Long Yuexi, the leader of the Longyin Sword Sect, became an accomplice. After the incident was exposed, the Longyin Sword Sect gradually became unwilling tolerate Quandu. Almost all the disciples had rebelled and joined the disciples of other sword sects.

But there were two people who never left.

The gate of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect was the dragon head with its mouth open, and Fei Caiyun stood in front of the door.

For several months, she has witnessed the dragon head moving from glory to mottled due to no one's cultivation for a long time.

I don’t know if my heart has become mottled?

She sighed, raised her sleeve and smeared her face, and turned into a thin middle-aged man and stepped into the door.

In the courtyard, a young man was practicing sword like crazy.

"Hai'er." The man called him.

The young man put away his sword, "Father."

"You have been practicing sword for a long time, it's time to set off," the man said slowly.

The young man asked, “Where to go?”

"Go to recast the sword, it is also recasting the ancestors' glory." The man said in a silent voice.

Chang'an, Sword Artillery Tower.

"Although spring has begun, the frost and cold in Chang'an has not ended." Gongsun Shilian poured two cups of tea for the two guests, "Drink some tea and drive away the cold."

"Thank you, the poster. I wonder how Brother Luo has been recently?" Ren Shaohua took the tea and placed one of the cups in front of Liu Yili.

"The wine cellar in the building is almost empty." Gongsun Shilian smiled bitterly.

Liu Yili frowned, "Do you drink to relieve your sorrow?"

"It's not exactly." Gongsun Shilian shook her head.

Ren Shaohua took a sip of tea, "Oh?"

"Fei Yu was determined to fight Gu Jingyao and his whole body was dissipated. In addition, his meridians were already completely dim, just an empty shell." Gongsun Shilian said lightly: "But I have accompanied him in Quandu to receive guidance from two seniors, among which there are techniques that can repair the meridians by drinking. After several months, his meridians showed signs of healing."

Ren Shaohua was stunned, "There are such good things?"

"You are here this time, it's not just a condolence." Gongsun Shilan had already noticed something.

Ren Shaohua nodded, "Mo Wendong's journey is clear. Although he doesn't know what he wants to do, the most urgent task is to stop him. Luo Feiyu must not be decadent anymore. Brother Gu died of shame, and the sword ancestor also entered the sword tomb because of shame. If Brother Luo was trapped in the building and drinking all day long, he would only meet Mo Wendong's thoughts."
Chapter completed!