There is no need for a large room to be elegant, if there is not much fragrance of flowers.
When Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling returned to their "comfortable home", they could no longer see the figures of Anyan and Huanwan.
Listening to the sound of water, Lu Miaozi stood in front of the window and looked into the distance...Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other. From seeing the old man safe and sound, to now they were full of questions and didn't know how to speak.
As for Lu Miaozi, he already regretted telling the two of them the shocking secret. He thought that he was not going to die soon, and the so-called 'agreement' between the Evil Emperor and the Heavenly Lord was just a joke.
But who would have thought that the figure who had disappeared for more than two hundred years would actually appear in front of him today to fulfill the agreement made for more than two hundred years.
What kind of person is Tianjun? What kind of character is he?
Lu Miaozi knows all the stories and legends about Tianjun. It is both a great blessing and a misfortune to live with such a person in this life. The two boys were extremely talented, and they were rare talents. He also saw that Kou Zhong had great ambitions, and Xu Ziling was the successor in his heart. In these troubled times, the two of them would achieve extraordinary things in the future, but in the face of That one...
With a faint sigh, Lu Miaozi came back to his senses, showing a exhausted expression. He slowly sat down, looked at the two of them and asked, "Do you have anything to ask?"
Kou Zhong said hurriedly: "Have you seen him, sir?"
Lu Miaozi nodded slightly.
Kou Zhong suddenly said excitedly: "Who is he?"
Lu Miaozi shook his head and said, "No."
Hearing this, Kou Zhong seemed a little disappointed, but he took a long breath and said mockingly: "I think so, they just have the same name."
Seeing this, Lu Miaozi was helpless. He wanted to tell the truth to the two of them, but that person asked him...
Xu Ziling couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what he wants to talk to Mr.
Lu Miaozi did not answer, but said solemnly: "Listen carefully, you two. No matter what happens in the future, remember not to be an enemy of that person. You must not be an enemy of him under any circumstances."
The two nodded blankly. Kou Zhong must not have known why, but Xu Ziling had some suspicions.
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Precipitous terrain, gorgeous scenery, majestic momentum... Wushan is quiet and quiet, and the Three Gorges is charming.
The bright sun has gone away, leaving a lingering power, and a drizzle is falling in the sky, giving the world a bit of desolation and sadness.
Yellow Bixialuo, winding gauze skirt, soft gauze hands, skin like gelatin, collar like a cricket grub, teeth like gourd rhinoceros, slender head and eyebrows, a charming smile, and beautiful eyes... No matter what his appearance is, he His unique temperament always makes people forget his appearance first and firmly remember him as a person.
He was walking slowly, neither slow nor fast, seemingly so comfortable and calm.
Huanwan's beautiful eyes couldn't help but stare at this man's face again; the sky seemed a bit gloomy, and this man's face was not as bright as the sky...
On the slightly pale face, the eyes are very bright, and the dark pupils do not have that cold light that would chill the heart. They seem to be only slightly soft and calm without any ripples.
If you add in the faint smile on the corner of this man's mouth, his whole person makes people feel very gentle and kind.
His demeanor and the expression on his face give people the feeling that it will never change. Just like his clothes, there will never be a trace of dirt or wrinkles. His face will always be so indifferent and so calm. Quiet.
It was as if no one or anything could move him.
In addition to seeing "carelessness" and "not caring" in him, Huanwan also saw the "impeccable" self-confidence in this man!
She had never seen anyone so special, never seen such a 'confident' man.
Clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin with a hint of red, and thin lips blooming like delicate petals.
"It is unimaginable that the Tianjun, who is regarded as a 'taboo' by the world, is actually in front of Huer. If the 'people of the world' knew about this, I don't know what they would think."
Ranran responded casually: "Huanwan, do you think the 'people of the world' will believe it? They won't believe it, and they absolutely don't want to believe it."
"I don't believe it, let alone don't want to believe it. Even now it's hard for people to believe it..."
As she spoke, she suddenly let out a sweet laugh like a silver bell, and said: "If 'they' don't believe it, it must be very interesting, especially the Buddhist... You know, your Majesty's sword is in the hands of the Buddhist."
Hearing this, Xuanyuan smiled and said, "Yes, the Miaoyun Sword is still under the control of Buddhism."
Huanwan looked at him and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you know?"
He nodded casually and said, "Of course I know."
Huanwan blinked her beautiful eyes playfully, and asked with a smile: "Looking at your Majesty's appearance, you don't seem to be in a hurry to get your sword back?!"
Ranran smiled slightly but did not answer.
Huanwan glanced at him hesitantly, and said quietly with a breath like orchid: "The magic sword 'Miaoyun' has become the most treasured treasure in the world in the past hundred years. Even the Heshi Bi and Yang Gong's treasure house cannot compare with it. . There is a saying that 'the power to drive out gods and demons can defeat all living beings in the world'. Now everyone in the world wants to get your hands on the 'Miao Yun' magic sword."
Her voice was soft and graceful, and the scent of lipstick came over her. Her arbitrary face did not show any expression, she just said: "This is my knife, and it is also my business."
Huanwan glanced at him charmingly, as if it was nothing important, and said casually: "Master, don't you plan to get your sword back now?!"
Random's voice seemed very plain: "Why are you so anxious to get it back?"
If Huanwan's careless and unconcerned appearance was just an act, then Ranran's lazy voice and nonchalant tone made it seem as if he really had not taken the 'World's Most Treasure' to heart.
Looking at this man's appearance, Huanwan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him with a look of confusion, and said to Xuanyuan: "You don't seem to be anxious at all. Isn't the magic sword 'Miao Yun' yours?" Saber?"
He nodded arbitrarily, shook his head, and said slowly: "Buddhism concealed the whereabouts of the sword, and it was not known to the world for thirty years. When the world is in chaos, its charm has reappeared."
Huanwan chuckled and said: "They just want to borrow your sword to clear their name."
Anyan also smiled and said: "Choose the Lord on behalf of Heaven?!"
Huanwan smiled sweetly and said: "So, Master, are you not in a hurry?"
Ranyi said lightly: "Since Miao Yun has appeared in this world, why should I go out of my way to find it? No matter where the knife is at this moment, it will not be lost again, and there is no way it will disappear again."
Huanwan showed a look of deep contemplation, and a few lovely ripples appeared on her forehead, then she shrugged slightly and said, "Young master, aren't you afraid that someone will take your knife and turn around to deal with you, the real owner of the knife? "
The smile on Ran Ran's face suddenly became a little more interesting, and he said, "Wouldn't that be very interesting?"
Huanwan was stunned for a moment, then gave him a seductive look, and then said: "The sword is yours anyway, don't be anxious, and others won't be anxious about you. Huan'er has to leave."
After saying this, she stopped her light steps and suddenly stood still. And without making any sound, his footsteps continued to move forward slowly...
Looking at the man's retreating figure, Huanwan frowned, her pretty face was so beautiful that it could make any man fascinated. There was a little displeasure on her face.
Just as he was about to speak, he fell silent again, then hummed softly, twisted his soft and slender waist, and floated away.
She had to leave, and when she knew her arbitrary identity, she had to leave.
