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In the main hall of Putuo Temple, there are solemn Buddha statues and the smell of incense.
More and more powerful people gathered in the world. Master Kuzhu meditated in front of the Buddha and chanted Buddhist scriptures.
The crowd was divided into two rows, with some sitting on futons and others standing on both sides. Those who could sit on futons were all people with prominent positions in the world.
Zhao Wujiang was dressed in a jet black robe and a bronze mask on his face, looking at everyone in the arena.
He originally planned to leave, but now that it is getting dark and it is not suitable to travel at night, and he has never felt the atmosphere of Jianghu, now he is interested.
"Give me a little, give me a little!" A childish and unruly voice sounded.
Two figures walked in from outside the hall, a little girl about eight or nine years old, and a man with stiff movements and a hat on his head.
The little girl is petite and cute, wearing a snow-white coat. Her soft hair is tied into two small balls. Blush is painted on both sides of her cheeks. The blush is not evenly applied and becomes two blurry lumps.
She was bouncing as she walked, carrying a big shovel behind her back, and there was still soil on the shovel.
The man wearing a bamboo hat moved very stiffly, not like a living person.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. The little girl was not old, but she did have a fifth-level cultivation. Moreover, he noticed that everyone present only glanced at the little girl, and many people had a look of fear in their eyes.
"Pavilion Master, this girl is the one who stole the door." Jia Ersan saw Zhao Wujiang's doubts and explained softly:
"Beside the girl is the puppet of the corpse exorcist."
"Is there any connection between the thieves and the corpse chasers?" Zhao Wujiang was confused.
Jia Er San nodded:
“A hundred years ago we were one family.
The Thief Sect and the Corpse Exorcist are all leftover branches of the Heavenly Tomb Sect from the past, including the two sects that are all women, Baihua Valley and Qinghui Pavilion, both of which belong to the Heavenly Tomb Sect back then.
It's just a pity that the Xuantian Sword back then was broken into pieces..."
"It's really a pity." Zhao Wujiang watched the little girl's petite body shuttle through the crowd. Many people avoided her. After all, if they encountered a burglar, they might lose a piece of flesh if they were touched.
Jia Ersan sighed quietly: "Later, the fragments were recast by the people of Sword Tomb, and they were recast into three swords, one for Dragon Fault, one for Dragon Abyss, and one for Dragon Tribulation.
After several twists and turns, Dragon Tribulation arrived in the imperial city. Because Dragon Tribulation had a bad connotation, it was renamed Longquan. "
Zhao Wujiang was shocked, and his mind suddenly trembled. He felt like he wanted to grow a brain. For some reason, the sound of blacksmithing suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
There was also the sound of bellows, and the cries of babies and women.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head hard, looking a little dazed.
When we met, the guardian of the mausoleum said that I had the aura of Longque and Longquan in my body. I didn't react at that time... His eyes narrowed slightly, Longquan was in the palace?
He saw the little girl walking among the crowd, seeming to be teasing a group of fourth-grade experts, constantly laughing.
Suddenly, he saw a tall man in black robe standing behind the crowd opposite. The man in black robe seemed to be staring at him.
"Pavilion Master? Are you okay?" Jia Ersan felt something was strange, and something was wrong with Zhao Wujiang's expression. He followed Zhao Wujiang's gaze and saw the little girl laughing and jumping, and said doubtfully:
"Did the Pavilion Master see anything in Sikong Xing who stole the door?"
"Sikong Xing?" Zhao Wujiang murmured, his eyes trembled, and the man in black robes behind the crowd disappeared immediately, as if he had never existed.
"Yes, this girl, her master Sikong Buyi, is extremely powerful. Among all the people present, I am afraid that only Master Kuzhu can beat Sikong Buyi." Jia Ersan sighed and said:
"So, Pavilion Master, you don't have to wonder why a group of powerful people didn't take action against Sikong Xing's joking. After all, Sikong is powerful and unruly in his behavior."
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his emotions. The sound of iron and the whistling of the wind and the crying of the baby and woman just now seemed to be in his ears, and they seemed too real.
"Old man with yellow soup, the sun is hitting your butt! Get up!" Sikong Xing trotted to the old man who was drunk on the futon. He made trumpet-like shapes with his hands, bent down and put them next to the old man's ears, and shouted close to him.
"Go, go." Huangtang Old Ghost turned over slightly and waved Sikong Xing away.
There were several roars of laughter from the crowd, and Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyes flashed with fear. Sikong Xing's master Sikong Bujue would be his biggest enemy on this trip.
"Uncle Jiang." Sikong Xing called sweetly to Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, and glanced at the man in green shirt beside him with his big round eyes, and said with a frown:
"Zhang Yinren, why are you here?"
The man in green shirt snorted in dissatisfaction and did not speak. Arguing with a child would only lead to ridicule from everyone.
His name is not Zhang Yinren, but Zhang Yinzong, fifth on the sword list, Zhang Yinzong!
