The river surface was foggy, and a small boat slowly left.

The water waves were not stirred, and there was a slight wave. He was hiding in white clothes. Ksitigarbha looked at Gu Qingci who was gradually moving away. Under the mask, his slightly exposed face outlined a smile. He slowly picked up the tea on the stone table, tasted it slowly, and said softly: "It looks like a scholar. This tea is well brewed. I heard that this kid wrote some tea scriptures. I read it when I have time."

"King of Ksitigarbha."

A faint sound of ethereal but soft as if spring rain was blowing by, and a woman appeared in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. She had an outstanding figure and could not hide her charm in her long robe.

"Why did you give Gu Qingci such a promise? Our underworld could not interfere at all. No matter how powerful Xingtian's power is in the Black Domain or how strong Gu Qingci is, he would never affect our underworld. Do you really think that after the Mid-Autumn Festival welcoming the Holy Fire Flag, those so-called righteous martial arts worlds dare to chase the Black Domain?"

The woman was completely in an equal position when she was in front of Ksitigarbha. Although her tone was calm, she was questioning her vaguely.

Ksitigarbha put down his teacup, stared at the woman for a while, and said, "What am I doing? Do you need to explain to you? Houtu, remember your job, the underworld, I have the final say."

Houtu, the legendary saint who is in charge of the six realms of reincarnation in the underworld, is the only person who is on par with Ksitigarbha, even in the underworld, the Black Domain. He is not famous in the world. Thirty years ago, the generation Houtu appeared in the world. Many people think that Houtu had not lifted his mask, otherwise it would have been a list of hundreds of flowers.

However, this generation of Houtu is even more legendary. It has never been unveiled. It appeared three months ago and ranked in the top ten of the Hundred Flowers List. It was just a back, which made the deputy owner of Feng Manlou amazed, with a peerless beauty.

"King of Ksitigarbha!"

Houtu seemed a little angry, but he was a little helpless. Looking at the indifferent appearance of Ksitigarbha, he gradually became angry and said weakly: "Senior Brother, you have changed. My father asked you to take good care of me before his death. After so many years, it would be fine if you didn't marry me, but now he is still cruel to me..."

Houtu talked, but he even cried.

Ksitigarbha said speechlessly: "Junior sister, I am so old, can you stop playing children's tricks? Okay, I admit my mistake, I shouldn't be cruel to you, but don't bother me, hell will be gone, I can't escape, I must make plans during this time."

Hou Tu raised his head, cried and said, "Senior Brother, you should kill yourself. With your talent, even if you kill yourself, you can definitely re-cultivate."

Ksitigarbha shook his head, stood up, turned around and left slowly, and said, "I still disdain to be so greedy for life and death. No matter whether he is a real hell or a fake hell, I will go and go and drink it slowly... Well, when I leave, I will take the tea with me, and I will go back and drink it slowly!"

Houtu's expression must be very wonderful at this time. His face under the mask twitched violently and asked: "Senior Brother, why are you so concerned about Gu Qingci? Is he your illegitimate son outside?"

Ksitigarbha staggered under his feet, waved his hand quickly, tearing a crack in the space, and it was fleeting.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Hou Tu lifted the teapot, pondered for a while, and slowly said: "It seems that you have to investigate this Gu Qingci well. Senior brother, you... don't really betray the person in the underworld!"

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On the fifth day of the April 19th, Zhaoshanhe entered Suiye County...

When he stepped into the black realm, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. The already gloomy sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed in the clouds, and a vortex rotated in the sky, rolling up layers of storms, slowly moving towards Baidi City.

Under the storm, the group walked around. Forty disciples of Canglan Sword Sect, in front of them was an old man with a sword in his arms, and a young man caressed the old man, taking every step carefully. If it weren't for the storm that almost suppressed a city, if it weren't for the lightning and thunder, if it weren't for everyone knowing that it was the Mountain and River Divine Sword, maybe it was really misunderstood to be an old man in his twilight years.

In front of the city gate, hundreds of Xingtian Guards stood with swords and hundreds of horses were roaring. The official roads, restaurants, inns, or villages outside the city were crowded with people, all of whom were accompanied by Zhao Shanhe.

The people from Canglan Sword Sect stopped, Xing Tianwei separated, and the two rode their horses and walked out slowly. The gloomy sky seemed to be raining. A gust of wind blew, blowing Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan's hair. The yellow sand on the ground was raging, and people were silent.

Above the city wall, a man in green stood quietly. He also carried a sword on his back. He looked at the people of Canglan Sword Sect calmly, looked at the endless warriors outside the city, slowly drew out the long sword, and murmured: "I don't know when I can lift my sword and enter Cihang Sword Zhai?"

His name is Belief Feng, and now he is Beifeng. He comes to the Black Realm. In order to get a sword into the South China Sea one day, he enters Cihang Jianzhai, and only seeks peace of mind.

"Hide the front."

Zhao Shanhe called out on the ground and said, "As the same young warrior, do you understand the difference between you and Gu Qingci now?"

The young man who supported Zhao Shanhe slowly looked up, looked at the storm in the sky, then looked at the hundreds of Xing Tianwei at the city gate, nodded and said, "Uncle Master, I understand."

"I understand something!" Zhao Shanhe nodded.

When Zhao Shanhe went down the mountain, he brought forty young disciples of Canglan Sword Sect. However, no one knew that the young man who had been supporting Zhao Shanhe was the next sect leader named Zangfeng, who was only in his twenties.

Zhao Shanhe's generation is the highest in Canglan Sword Sect. Even the current sect leader is only a disciple of Zhao Shanhe, and Zangfeng is the same generation as the current sect leader, and he is the personal disciple of the sword guard of the Canglan Sword Sect.

For twenty years, Zangfeng Cong has not made any reputation in the world and has been following the sword guard. However, the senior officials of Canglan Sword Sect know that this inner-defining sect leader is a genius who is no less than the seven mysteries of the world. He does not lack strength or foundation. The only thing he owes is only an opportunity.

However, when traveling to Baidi City, Zangfeng was not the protagonist. Although many senior officials in the sect expressed that they would let Zangfeng solve this problem, thinking that this was an opportunity for Zangfeng to face the world, the sword guards ordered Zhao Shanhe, and Zhao Shanhe's reaction caught many people off guard. They had been storing swords since they went down the mountain, and they had been storing swords for a whole month, only asking for one sword.

A genius like Zangfeng is always proud. He believes that he is not inferior to Gu Qingci. He has always been a little dissatisfied with Zhao Shanhe's reaction and even asked several times, but he failed to get Zhao Shanhe's reply. Until this moment, when he arrived in Suiye County, he suddenly became famous.

Looking at hundreds of Xing Tianwei, feeling the fighting spirit.

Three great practitioners of the Heavenly Realm, in conjunction with the battle formation, actually vaguely competed with Zhao Shanhe's power.
Chapter completed!