The two of them walked slowly along the familiar stone road. Qing'er talked as they walked, talking about the increasing prosperity of Magic Dragon City over the years, the young lady's hard training and her disappearing smile.
Liangchen had an expressionless face and listened while walking, but remained silent.
After about a stick of incense, the two finally arrived at Zhihuofang.
Since Liangchen re-arranged the city defense formation, the formation eye is based on the underground fire veins, and Zhihuo Fang was naturally included in the city. In addition, the heart of the fire veins was chosen by the old city lord as the place to belong, so This place has become the heart of Demon Dragon City.
Nowadays, not only is the entrance heavily guarded, but there are many mechanisms and formations surrounding it, and it is no longer open to the outside world. Only very few qualified people can enter this place.
When the guard saw that the person coming was the old boss, now the general manager, he hurriedly turned sideways and saluted. When he saw Liangchen's appearance, his expressions were startled. It wasn't until the two of them disappeared in the passage that they realized that the person next to the general manager was actually It’s the legendary Sword Saint of Dongxi!
Several people looked at each other with shock on their faces, wanting to say something, but they seemed to think of something and stopped talking.
The two of them meandered down the rotating stone road and finally came to a secret room deepest underground.
"Miss, the Sword Master is here to visit." Qing'er whispered and stopped talking.
After a long time, the stone door rumbled open, revealing Chou Meng'er in white clothes.
I haven't seen her for a long time. Meng'er's face is still the same as before, but her face is pale and a little haggard. Although there are no tears in her eyes, there are a few blood streaks faintly visible.
With just one glance, Liangchen felt a pain in his heart. He took a step forward to express his concern, but saw Meng'er take half a step back and bow his head respectfully: "Mengyun City Lord, I have met the Dongxi Sword Master. !”
With just one sentence, Liangchen's face turned pale. The concern he was about to blurt out seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his raised hand was frozen in the air.
"My condolences, City Lord." After calming down for a moment, the surging mood of Liangchen finally calmed down, and he spoke to comfort him with a sad face.
"Thank you Sword Master for your concern." Meng'er thanked her again.
After saying these two polite words, the scene suddenly fell into silence.
Chou Qing'er on the side suddenly frowned secretly when she saw this. She thought for a moment and said directly: "You haven't seen each other for many years. You should have a lot to say. I will also arrange a dinner to entertain the distinguished guests."
After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to reply, she exited the room and left in a hurry.
Seeing her leaving, Meng'er frowned slightly, as if she wanted to call her out, but she still didn't speak.
Suddenly there were only two people left in the room.
Meng'er lowered her head and said nothing, concentrating on Liangchen. Only the flames of the earth fire sometimes sprang out from a hollow stone slab, and sometimes disappeared.
I don’t know how long it took, but Liangchen finally couldn’t bear the dull atmosphere and asked:
"Long time no see, have you and I become so estranged?"
When Meng'er heard the voice, her shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't answer.
Seeing that he still didn't say anything, he asked again at a good time:
"You don't have anything to say to me?"
"Yunlang is buried in this Earth Fire Spiritual Vein." Meng'er was startled when she heard the sound, but turned to look at the flames that were disappearing and appearing. After speaking, she seemed to feel that the answer was not what the question was, and she said again:
"Thank you Sword Master for taking care of me all these years! My little girl is very grateful!"
Liangchen's expression moved slightly when he heard this, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
From the moment he entered the room, Meng'er said three words of gratitude, and his heart became heavier every time he heard them. He thought there was no need to say anything else.
After saying this, Meng'er fell into silence again. After a cup of tea, Liangchen let out a long sigh, turned around and wanted to leave, but seemed to think of something again.
He stretched out his finger and pointed in the void, and a golden thread bounced out, flying and flickering in mid-air like a dragon.
Liangchen waved his fingers, one stroke on the left, one stroke on the right, and in just a few breaths, a golden sword array appeared in the field.
"I heard that you have been practicing the Jinghong Sword Intention left to you by my uncle. My sword intention has the meaning of thousands of swords and thousands of sharp edges. It may be helpful to your understanding."
"Farewell." After saying this, Liangchen turned and left.
"Thank you, Sword Master, for the gift of magic. Farewell to Sword Master!" A voice mixed with gratitude and respect echoed into his ears in the passage. Liangchen heard another thank you, his face turned pale again, and he seemed to be running away. The pace quickened.
On the way, he passed by the room that had been specially designed for him and where thousands of swords he had made were collected. He could only sense that it was empty.
His heart suddenly became empty, and he quickly left this place like a bereaved dog.
A moment later, a thunderous roar rose into the sky and disappeared into the dense forest of Demon Dragon City.
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The shadow of flowers hides the passing water
Green pines accompany the passing years
Ten years passed in a flash.
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The realm of the extreme south.
A vast sea.
The icy cold wind is flying all over the sky, sometimes rolling up rolling waves, sometimes stirring up gloomy dark clouds, carrying wet, salty and cold raindrops and scattering them back to the sea.
This place is thousands of miles away from the border of the Southern Wilderness and has entered the deep sea of the South China Sea.
This sea area is not as majestic as the East Sea, nor as gorgeous as the West Sea. Instead, it looks gloomy everywhere because of the cold weather.
In addition, the sea water is dark black, like ink, making the world even more depressing.
In this dim world, a green rainbow streaked across the sky, speeding away in the direction of the cold wind, but it looked like it was flying towards the colder deep sea.
As we go south, the weather gets colder and the cold wind gets stronger. There are no fish or sea animals in the sea. There are only piles of floating ice fragments floating like snakes.
The green rainbow gradually slowed down, and finally condensed into a group of figures in the void.
This person is none other than someone who has traveled a long and dusty journey across thousands of rivers and mountains.
After returning to Demon Dragon City, he felt a little disheartened. After a long period of seclusion, he seemed to have finally figured everything out.
Fallen flowers and running water cannot be chased back. When you look back, things are now different and people are no longer the same!
In the following ten years, he refined his sword and cultivated his body, and his realm became more and more stable. At the same time, many materials for refining Xuan Bao were slowly accumulated, but there was still no news about Xue Yu.
In this way, he made preparations and embarked on a trip to the ice field.
Across the southern wasteland, across the South China Sea, you can see the ice field.
But he didn't expect that the environment in the South China Sea would be so bad. The weather would change at any time. Sometimes the wind was as sharp as a knife, sometimes the hail was like falling rocks, and sometimes it was as gloomy as the end of the world. Coupled with the pervasive bone-chilling cold air, the mana consumption was almost several times more than usual.
If it weren't for the profound realm and vast magical power, just tens of thousands of miles along this coast would have persuaded him to retreat.
Looking at the low and dim sky, it cannot be compared with the beautiful scenery of the West Sea. Thinking that there are still several years of such boring journey, Liangchen can't help but look helpless.
"Rainbow, thank you for your hard work." He whispered softly, patted the spirit animal bag, and a colorful bird fluttered out.
Some people died, but not completely...
