Li Chenan didn't know what kind of situation Xijian Tower was facing.
But his master’s name is Wu Xichen!
Since the owner of the Xijian Building is the master's biological brother, he is his own biological uncle.
If the people of Xijianlou were really in trouble, I would help anyway——
Regardless of whether we can help or not, we must try our best to help, because there is also a grave of the master in the sword-washing building!
Of course, if I can enter the Wangqing Platform and understand the eighteen techniques of Fu Er Zhou Tian Jue, I think it will be easier to help Xijian Tower.
Some arrangements should have been made.
For example, secretly sneaking the Xuanjia Camp into the Sword Washing Tower.
After all, it sounds like the danger facing the Sword Washing Tower comes from the royal family of Wu State... Facing a country, even if you really become a great master, you can only save a few more people.
If Xuanjia Camp were in Xijian Tower, I'm afraid they could rescue a few more swords.
They will definitely be destroyed by the state's machinery. It would be better to dig out the master's ashes and take them back to Taohua Mountain in Guangling City for burial.
But now my identity cannot be exposed.
Then the Black Armor Camp cannot be summoned.
Then we must delay the opportunity for the Wu royal family to take action against Xijian Tower until more than a year later.
In more than a year's time, it will be clear whether Zhongli Ruoshui can be saved.
Thinking of this, Li Chenan hugged Zhongli Ruoshui's waist again.
His Dantian became hot again, and his internal energy flowed faster.
After all, nothing more can be done.
Why is this Dog's Fu Er Zhou Tian Jue so torturous?
In Xia Hua's sight, Li Chenan suddenly let go of his left hand, raised it to his eyes and looked at it, with a look of despair on his face.
What a sin!
I can’t even use my hands anymore!
This is God’s greatest punishment for the sins I committed in my previous life!
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Whether sad or happy, we can't stop because hope is ahead.
It was August 14th, the 24th year of Zhaohua.
Li Chenan and his party arrived at Xilan City in Hexi Prefecture of Wu State.
At their speed, there were only three days left from here to Dongxu City, the capital of Wu State.
Passing through Hexi Prefecture is Hedong Prefecture.
Dongxucheng is in Hedong Prefecture.
Xijian Tower is located a hundred miles outside Dongxu City!
As the capital of Hexi Prefecture, Xilan City is large and prosperous.
But this kind of prosperity belongs to them, and Li Chenan... has no love in his life.
It was getting late, so he had to stay in Xilan City tonight because Zhongli Ruoshui was getting more and more tired.
Leading the way is Xia Hua.
She seemed quite familiar with this place.
When the carriage stopped and Li Chenan led Zhong Liruo out of the carriage and stood in front of the inn door, Li Chenan looked up at the lantern hanging at the door?——
"Yelai Inn!"
He found that Yuelai Inn was a bit unusual, so he looked at Xia Hua and asked:
"Is this inn... opened by one person? Or is it just a coincidence in the name?"
Xia Hua was stunned, she didn't know.
"It's probably a coincidence. Who can have such huge financial resources to open so many inns in various countries?"
Too.
How many Yuelai Inns have you met along the way?
If it were the same boss... this one would truly be considered extremely wealthy!
Li Chenan didn't think much. They walked into the inn. As soon as they stepped into the lobby of the inn, they saw the lobby full of people and heard the lively noise:
"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and all the talents from Hexi Prefecture will gather together to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival at Yuejian Academy in Xilan City!"
"Everyone, at this Mid-Autumn Festival, there is an old scholar coming from Kyoto. It is said that he will judge three poems together with our masters from Tsukimi Academy and send them to Kyoto!"
"Our Yuejian Academy has lost to Wanlin Academy in Dongxu City for the past ten years... This time, we must win back some face for Yuejian Academy!"
Xia Hua turned to look at Li Chenan.
Li Chenan has no interest in this.
He is now focused on the Fuji Zhou Tian Jue.
He just wants to rush to the Xijian Pavilion as soon as possible, enter the Wangqing Platform as soon as possible, and be able to break through the eighteen techniques of Fujian Zhoutian Jue as soon as possible and become a grand master!
Because only in this way can Zhongli Ruoshui be cured and he can get the sexual happiness he desperately wants!
As for the rest...go to hell!
Xia Hua didn't know why her husband was in such a hurry to go to Xijian Tower. She naturally hoped that her husband could also attend the Mid-Autumn Festival. If he recited a poem at the literary meeting, he would definitely make these conceited students feel ashamed.
It will definitely become a good story.
It's a pity that sir has no intention of doing so.
Also, my husband is indifferent to fame and wealth. With his mentality of seeing through the world of mortals, he will definitely not take such a poem in his eyes.
She went to the counter.
It seemed that he was showing a sign to the old shopkeeper.
Li Chenan saw that the old shopkeeper looked at them in surprise, and then said something to Xia Hua in a very careless manner.
After a moment, the old shopkeeper waved and a waiter came running over.
Xia Hua turned around and came to Li Chenan's side, "Sir, Mistress..."
Zhongli Ruoshui did not resist this title and was very happy.
"It has been a tiring journey. The student thought that both the teacher and the teacher's wife were tired and needed a quiet rest, so he booked the south courtyard... Sir, teacher's wife, please!"
Under the guidance of the waiter, Li Chenan and his party walked through the lobby and arrived at the moon door leading to the patio.
As soon as his front feet crossed the moon gate, he heard a voice in his ears:
"Do you think it's interesting for Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy to compete in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival?"
Li Chenan turned around and saw a handsome young man holding up a wine glass. He sighed and said:
"I believe you all know about the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival held by Ningguo Literary Circle during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."
"I believe you all know the fifteen poems from that poetry meeting by heart."
The young man drank a glass of wine, looked at the eyes on his face, and said nonchalantly:
"Li Chen'an, the immortal poet, wrote sixteen poems."
"He wrote down all the gatherings and separations during the Mid-Autumn Festival, even if there is still some left...everyone,"
The young man glanced at the students and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think can write better Mid-Autumn Festival poems than him?!"
The young man suddenly stood up and laughed, "It's not that I object to you writing the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, but... with Li Chenan's pearls and jade in front of you, with your talents, I'm afraid it will be hard to build rubble!" "
"The poetry finally decided by Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy cannot escape the comparison between it and Li Chenan's poetry by literati all over the world..."
"After comparing the ending, it is of course obvious that Li Chen'an's reputation as a poet is not in vain... What fun will you have even if you win the first place in this poetry competition?"
At this moment, a young man at the other table suddenly stood up and asked with a sullen face:
"Pudongzi, since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. According to you, don't we scholars no longer have to write poetry and articles?"
The young man named Pu grinned: "Of course you can write, after all, it can also cultivate sentiments, but your purpose is to compare!"
"You couldn't compare to him when he was alive, but after he died..."
He walked towards the door, "After his death, his poems became his last song. You..."
He suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand: "All scholars in the future will never be able to defeat him!"
"Because there is only one Shixian!"
"He has become a legend. Even if you want to win against him, you have to go to the underworld to find him!"
Li Chenan's lips curled up, this dandelion was quite interesting.
It's just a little bit interesting.
He didn't take it to heart.
He was about to withdraw his gaze and step into the patio when suddenly, a voice came from outside:
"Helmsman, Bu Jinghong is right here!"
"Well, go in and kill him!"
The young man named Pu had just stepped out of the lobby door with one foot.
He happened to bump into the first person who rushed in!
The man didn't even look at him, and struck him head-on with the knife.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Li Chenan sighed slightly: "Hey...!"
The young man named Pu admired him after all. Xiao Wu said that saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda.
So he waved his hand.
