The wind and rain dispersed.
The Qiuyuefang River was in a mess. Many places on both sides of the river bank were knocked down, but fortunately, the houses on both sides were not damaged.
It was time for Mo Yuan to cross the water, and he could not delay any longer. After saying something to his husband, he followed the river to Dajiang. This time, Zhao Yuqing did not stop him and just watched quietly.
The figure of the black dragon gradually moved away until it disappeared from sight.
"Tick tock..."
The rain fell from the eaves, making a ticking sound.
Zhao Yuqing stepped forward and came to Chen Changsheng's side.
"You win again."
Zhao Yuqing said something and said: "One word of "Dragon Sutra" broke my Hercules Immortal Sword. Apart from you, no one else in this world can do this."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "If you don't hold back, how will he survive this disaster?"
Who is Zhao Yuqing, the master of Yunfu Mountain? He killed two lonely demons from two powerful forces by himself. It was just a dragon that had not transformed. If he wanted to kill it, he could kill it with just one sword.
From beginning to end, he actually didn't care about the dragon's life or death. He just wanted to fight with Chen Changsheng, but in the end, Chen Changsheng didn't take action. At that moment, Zhao Yuqing stopped.
The reason is also very simple, because Chen Changsheng wants this dragon to live.
Rather than not knowing him, Zhao Yuqing didn't want to have any grudge against him.
He looked into the river and raised his hand.
The fairy sword split in two flew out from under the river water and fell into his palm.
"Pity."
Zhao Yuqing sighed and said, "This sword has been with me for the longest time."
Chen Changsheng looked at the sword in his hand and asked, "You don't lack such a sword, so why do you use this dragon sacrificial sword?"
"As a gift."
Zhao Yuqing sighed softly and looked at Chen Changsheng.
His eyes were deep, and instead of the angry look before, he was particularly calm.
Chen Changsheng paused slightly and looked at him.
Zhao Yuqing stretched out his hand and handed over the broken sword.
Chen Changsheng did not pick him up.
Then I heard Zhao Yuqing say: "Three hundred years after you left, I borrowed the Life Stone of Tianji Mountain to get you a thing or two. When I came back this time, I wanted to use this dragon to sacrifice the sword to return the favor to you. Who would have thought You already have an immortal sword in your hand, and you don’t care about my immortal sword."
He breathed a long sigh of relief, waved his hand and said: "That's all, this favor can be repaid elsewhere."
Chen Changsheng frowned after hearing what he said.
"What happened back then? What do you owe me again? Who was I back then?"
Chen Changsheng was full of questions. This feeling of being kept in the dark was really unpleasant.
Once, twice, three times, four times...
It felt like God was playing a joke on him.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yuqing suddenly laughed when he heard this.
"Who can you be? You are Chen Changsheng. There are thousands of immortals in the sky, but this immortality..."
"But it's only you."
After saying that, Zhao Yuqing took a step forward and turned into a wisp of flying smoke.
He didn't explain anything clearly. In his opinion, these were no longer important.
Regardless of whether they are remembered or not, they are no longer in this world. The past is a foregone conclusion. Now, it is just an increase in worries.
Chen Changsheng did not stop him and saw the wisp of flying smoke dissipate.
He stood alone on the shore for a long time.
It seems that everyone in the world knows him, but he knows no one.
Who is Yuxuan? Who is Hu Yu? What is the relationship between Zhao Yuqing and him? What does the old Dragon King know?
Where does law come from? Where did God come from?
The answer is obviously close at hand, but I can't find it.
It seems that somehow, he shouldn't know these things.
"In the end what happened?"
Chen Changsheng frowned and asked, but no one responded.
The old Dragon King walked down from the pavilion to the Qiuyuefang River.
He came to Chen Changsheng's side and reminded him kindly: "The rain has stopped, sir, it's time to leave."
However, the words fell.
But suddenly he heard the sound of a sword.
"Zheng!"
Tingyu Sword turned into a ray of lightning and held Chen Changsheng's hand.
The sword was placed across the old Dragon King's neck.
The sudden change made the old Dragon King startled. He glanced down, but he did not feel scared, but was particularly calm.
"Sir, do you want to kill me?" asked the old Dragon King.
Chen Changsheng said coldly: "Tell me! What do you know!"
At this moment, Chen Changsheng no longer had the gentle look on his face, but instead was full of anger, and his eyes were full of coldness.
The old Dragon King did not speak, but looked at Chen Changsheng quietly. He did not even get angry because of this, but showed understanding.
He reached out his hand and pulled down the sword from his neck.
"This is the first time someone has put a sword across my neck."
The old Dragon King looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "But if it were you, I wouldn't have any complaints."
Tingyu's sword dropped.
The coldness in Chen Changsheng's eyes slowly faded away and he came back to his senses.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng looked particularly decadent and lacked any brilliance.
The old Dragon King said: "Only sir, you can know all the things by yourself. I only know two points about very important things. I can't say them, and I don't dare to say them."
Chen Changsheng put away the Tingyu Sword.
After a long time, he raised his head and said: "Chen is unreasonable..."
The old Dragon King smiled and said, "I have a glass of wine. Sir, would you like to drink it?"
Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at him.
Under that night.
The water beach on the ground reflected the two figures.
The clouds overhead cleared.
The moonlight left two streaks of silver on the ground.
…
"The rain has stopped!"
Tong Zhihuan saw that there was no more wind or rain on that day.
He asked the girl Taoer next to him, "Miss Taoer, sir, is everything okay?"
Tao'er shook her head and said, "I don't know, how can I see so far."
"Can't you see?" Tong Zhihuan blinked.
Miss Taoer blinked and said, "Do I look powerful?"
Tong Zhihuan glanced at Miss Tao'er and said, "It seems so..."
"fool."
"Miss Tao'er, I'm really not stupid."
"fool."
"well……"
Tong Zhihuan scratched his head. He didn't know what was wrong. He was not like this usually, but every time he talked to Miss Taoer, he always acted stupidly.
"Sir should be back soon, just wait."
Miss Taoer said something, and the two of them waited at the entrance of the Taoist temple.
…
The two of them have been waiting for a long time, and Ha Qie, who has been waiting for Tong Zhihan, has not even seen the figure of his husband.
Tong Zhihuan gave him a slap and asked, "Isn't the sir not coming back?"
Miss Tao'er was about to speak when she suddenly caught sight of Shanxia from the corner of her eye.
"Sir, come down the mountain!"
"Where is it? Miss Tao'er, can't you see far?"
"Idiot, go pick up sir first."
The two people quickly walked down the mountain from the gate of Guanmen.
When we got to the bottom of the mountain, we saw another scene.
The husband was very drunk and lying on the ground at the foot of the mountain. His clothes were wet and his shoes were full of mud.
it seems that……
Passed out drunk!
This is probably the most rude thing Mr. has ever done.
