Before the Five Tribulations, there was a sword cultivator named Mr. Jiaxuan. He had an average swordsmanship and had not achieved immortality. However, his accomplishments in Ci Dao were high standards for the ages, and even a group of sword immortals were fascinated by it.

On that day, Jian Ziyu walked away with his sword, and the words he chanted were also written by the person.

After the sword immortal's expedition, Wen Jianxuan was seriously injured and fell from the clouds, and was dead. He closed the door and door to seek self-improvement. Mr. Jiaxuan ran and shouted with his passion, but he was unable to respond. With excitement, he forced himself to fight for immortality and eventually died in the heavenly tribulation.

This poem is a famous work he created when he pays tribute to the sword garden from afar, carries the present and conquers the past, and cuts off his sorrow and hatred.

When a person loses his mind, the words and sentences are about to end.

Chen Longchuan replied in a low voice: "The rise and fall of eternal times, and the sad and sad years..."

The sword cultivators almost grew up listening to this lyrics, and then sang repeatedly. At this time, they were no longer in the scope of the Sword Tower. Inside and outside the building; hundreds or thousands of people; those who know are not aware; but there are sword chanting, and there are singing voices, intersecting inside and outside, overlapping from far to near, with a tone of sadness and vast sound:

"The rise and fall of eternal times, the sad and laughter of a hundred years, and the view will be seen in a moment."

Anyone who knows that period of history can see the poem, the ambitions are difficult to reach, and the sadness and hatred are unreasonable.

The mountains in the Broken Realm are high, the sky is rifted and the valley is wide, and the white clouds are green. It has been a thousand years. The sword light that covers the sky and the sun is so clear that it has never returned.

A sword garden buried its pride, destroyed its pride, and sealed the fairy track.

At this point, the talisman lights rose one after another, and at this point the demon shadow of the heavenly world came again, at this point the sea surging illusion, and at this point the sword on the spiritual gang has been buried for a long time...

Chen Longchuan took a breath slowly, as if he was back to the late night when the stars were sinking and the moon was gone. He and his close friends scolded the sky and the earth, sang loudly, and after being drunk, he pointed to the tomb surrounded by mountains, roaring and scolding...

He suddenly burst out laughing, and under the terrifying gaze of the monks on the floor, he took the emotions of that night from the distant river of time and let go:

"Where is the dragon-slaying? Where is Haodian? Where is the original Taoist... Where is Qu Wujie!"

What is there is just a person who is living by the mountains and seas to keep corpses! What is there is just a person who is holding his head and crying with his waste!

Ha, there is one...and another!

There is another good fortune, why is it him?

At this point, there are three sentences, which end with the leisurely and quiet words that are incompatible with the whole poem, namely, the sentence "Who asked who is unloading again, the sails on the sandy bank, and the setting sun cable?", but today, it has no meaning anymore.

Chen Longchuan put his sword inverted, stood up with his sword, and his tall body was independent on the floor, looking at everyone as if nothing had happened, and slowly returned the sword to the sheath.

The sound of entering the sheath is low and slutty, like a person who is unable to get up with a long time of illness, a low and weak moan, and a unwilling howling.

But when the sound stopped, he suddenly smiled: "Does Jiaxuan know today?"

The drum sound suddenly started and stopped again. On the high platform, the dancer lowered his sleeves, his mind was quiet, his eyes were silent, and his song was over.

"Excellent, great!"

Chen Longchuan smiled with his sword pressing his long sword, and his eyes turned to Peng Suo. Just now, this person was the first to raise his arms and shout out the exciting and majestic words.

"I was surprised that there were some heroes who were waiting for me on the Immortal Bridge... Is it really wrong?"

This already involves some secrets in the Sword Lunxuan, so naturally no one dared to respond. Chen Longchuan didn't want to hear it, but just smiled faintly: "This sword is yours."

He threw the sword directly at Peng Suo. This scene shocked everyone present. Peng Suo took the sword at a loss. He was the first-class Brew Xu strongman, but at this moment he almost staggered.

Chen Longchuan ignored it and waved his sleeves and floated away, just the desolate lyrics coming from the sky:

"He raised his head to the northwest clouds, and he bent his sword to the sky thousands of miles away..."

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After singing and dancing at the Sword Tower, the monks were still in a daze when they left the building. Today, they not only watched the dance of the city, but also saw Chen Longchuan, a sword immortal, who sang and gave him a sword and handed down a robe and bowl. It was enough to be a good story for a while, and it was enough for them to discuss it for a while.

After leaving the building, all the way to say goodbye first. Yu Ci also felt lazy and was about to return, but was stopped by Ji Yuan and shouted: "Duanmu Zhenren, Master Jiuyan, I haven't had enough fun watching the dance today, so why should I go back early?"

Duanmu Senqiu smiled: "You have something to ask for, and it really took a lot of effort. What program have you prepared? You should avoid shopkeepers?"

"I can't say what kind of program it is. I'm just relying on the support of two people. Some of the matters need to be discussed. The Mingjian Tower is still too chaotic, so I just need to find a safe place."

Ji Yuan said while busy calling the two to get on the car. Yu Ci didn't care how Ji Yuan arranged it, but Duanmu Senqiu had always been acquainted since he met. He wanted to give some face and had to get on the car too.

It was not long before the car drove to a courtyard on the back street. The courtyard was not big and not far from a prosperous place like Mingjian Tower. However, the garden scenery was very elegant, with pavilions and flowing water, small and exquisite, and it was a good place to be quiet in the midst of chaos.

Ji Yuan led the two to the second-story building in a corner of the courtyard, sitting on the railing, facing the heights. He accidentally saw that there were many beautiful women in the courtyard, dressed up in a small courtyard. Several of them were familiar with each other. After careful consideration, wasn’t they the dancers who had danced in the Mingjian Tower before?

Duanmu Senqiu said "Oh": "Is the residence of Moi Nanban next door?"

Speaking of this, Yu Ci and Duanmu Senqiu already understood Ji Yuan’s arrangements.

Before he could express his opinion, there was already a person coming from the entrance of the building, and he smiled and said, "The next door is a place to rest, and this is a place to entertain guests. The arrangement is also good, but Shijiulang is very considerate of our daughters' homes. He came urgently and didn't even prepare a chance to dress up."

This is so rude, but Ji Yuan cooperated quite well, laughing:

"There are all beautiful people here in Hua Niang, so how can you use those common things?"

While talking and laughing, a beautiful woman walked up with a smile. Yu Ci turned her eyes over there and laughed silently. Sure enough, she was an old friend of the Northern Wilderness.

The long-lost flower lady, radiant, smiled with a clever smile, moved her lotus steps lightly, and came closer in a moment. She was wearing her usual outfit, a light pink big sleeve shirt with a bird-shaped shape, and a black silk strapless inside, revealing half of her plump chest muscles. On it was also embroidered with a poisonous snake that was chosen to devour, but there were few decorations on her hair, and only a green step was inserted diagonally.

He said that she was dressed up a little casually; he said that she was so clever, and she also saw a layer of luxury. With bright eyes flowing, she was full of charm, and she was really the most bewitching fairy.

In contrast, the four women behind Hao, holding refreshments and wine are really hard to compare with each other in terms of style. However, it is obvious that they are not the same path.

As Hua Niangzi said, these women did not see any deliberate decorations. They were just dressed in ordinary home clothes, wearing a thick gauze back, hanging straight to the knees, long-sleeved gauze pants, with almost no skin exposed, and only applied makeup on their faces. After giving the three of them a refreshment, they sat on both sides, lowered their eyes and looked calm, and they were clearly a good woman who knew politeness and kept quiet.

Hua Niangzi's methods are indeed different from the customs.
Chapter completed!