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Chapter Five Hundred and Eleven: The One Who Holds the Sword, The One Who Returns, The One Who Retur(1/2)

Up and down Mount Jiyue, one fell into a sea of ​​joy.

The Jiutianhangong flower swayed with the mountain wind, flying all over the sky above the heads of the people celebrating happily.

Like snowflakes.

A certain man holding a sword did not rush forward with the crowd.

He tightened the sword in his arms, then grabbed Zhao Qian'er who was about to run forward to find his sweetheart, and gave a few instructions with a smile.

The latter seemed impatient, nodded hurriedly, and bowed to the man holding the sword.

"I know, I know, Uncle Bai, with me, who dares to hurt Brother Rong'er? You go back early and come back early. Brother Rong'er and I went back early and didn't wait for you."

Li Bai smiled and raised his hand to touch the head of the girl in front of him, but he put it down midway.

He has grown so tall.

That brat too...

"Also, Uncle Xiaobai, I heard from Uncle Kun that you are here to do business and discuss business. Don't get drunk and get in trouble later."

"Hmph, I won't give you this month's pocket money..."

The little girl faced the man holding the sword, holding her little hands behind her back, walking backwards with the flow of people, tilting her little head, and chattering.

"Hey, don't look so grim. Others think it's me who is bullying you. You are already a big boss, and you are pretending at first glance. I know that someone secretly left some private money."

The man holding the sword smiled and listened, but Xiao Qian'er exposed the private money. The man couldn't help but blush, and didn't know where to put his hands.

I wanted to wave my hands and deny it, but then put it down in frustration.

Arithmetic made Zhao Rong worried, but the little girl who was in charge of the old Zhao family's finances snorted twice, then waved her little hand.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm in a good mood this time, so I won't confiscate it from you. Don't drink and cause trouble, otherwise I won't beg for mercy next time Uncle Kun scolds you..."

She has the air of a second lady.

The man holding the sword tightened the sword in his arms and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Well, then come back early. In fact, Brother Rong'er left a few jars of Dali Palace's fine wine in his things for you, waiting for you to come back... Hey, what about my stinky maid? Damn it, she's rushing to Rong'er again.

Brother, we can’t let her succeed!”

The little girl blinked her peach blossom eyes, looked left and right, and the next second her little body jumped, she quickly turned around and chased forward.

Li Bai was slightly stunned, and watched on the spot with his arms folded. When the little girl in the distance hurriedly got ahead of Su Qingdai and walked away triumphantly with her little hands behind her back, he turned around with a smile.

The man holding the sword walked against the rising flow of people and walked down the mountain.

Thousands of people enthusiastically went up the mountain.

He went alone.

Dressed in green clothes, she stands out in this desolate autumn day.

On the mountain road, the man randomly turned into a secluded mountain forest, stretched out his hand and found a Jiutian Hangong flower in his arms.

It looked ordinary, and seemed to be no different from the Nine Heavenly Han Palace flowers flying by him at this moment.

This was given to him by the 'li' when they were discussing business a long time ago.

The man holding the sword casually tossed the Nine Heavens Winter Palace Flower away.

The flowers flew away with the mountain wind and disappeared among the flying flowers in the sky.

He retracted his hand and pressed hard on the sheath of the sword in his arms.

Then he stood there and waited quietly, in this secluded forest.

At a certain moment, the man holding the sword glanced at the sword in his arms, contracted his arm, and tightened it again.

"Strange, why are you so 'happy', little guy? You've been making a fuss since the second moon just appeared..."

The man muttered a few times, then raised his head and glanced at the two bright moons that were still bright in the daytime.

"Last time I took you to see that old lady, I didn't see you trembling with joy. What's the matter? Is it because we are going to see her again soon and you miss her? And you said... it's because of this moon?"

The man who suppressed the vision of the sword in his arms seemed to have pain in his balls while waiting, talking to himself, talking with the same sword.

The picture is a bit boring and funny.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the bright moon that appeared for the second time not long ago.

"Leaving...returning? So...what things are coming back..."

The man squinted his eyes slightly and looked thoughtful...



Inside an ancient dilapidated ruins.

Flowers are blooming all over Jiutianhan Palace.

It is surrounded by stone walls and seems to be enclosed.

The ruins are silent, like a sleeping giant.

Filled with eternal silence, it seems to last forever until even the dust decays.

In the center, there is a luxurious and mysterious hot spring pool. There are nine-day cold palace flowers and a crystal pavilion beside the pool.

At a certain moment, the blue light emitted from the crescent moon-shaped dome made of colored glass at the highest point above the head suddenly became stronger.

At this moment, if any living person looks carefully, they will find a half-moon dome made of colored glass, with some kind of flowing liquid above it.

The blue light in it is like snakes with unknown trajectories, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, changing in different ways...

Under the illumination of these blue lights.

The crystal pavilion became more and more sparkling and dazzling.

At this moment, the entire ruins suddenly went dark.

All light disappeared.

In the dark space, you can't see your fingers.

Only at the original position of the dome, the crescent moon-shaped glass is still as bright as before.

Like a waxing moon in the dark.

In addition, there are Jiutian Hangonghua flowers scattered throughout the ruins below.

The petals are emitting little bits of light.

This scene is like a brilliant galaxy in the darkness.

At this moment when all other light eerily disappears and only a quarter moon and a galaxy of stars remain.

In the galaxy below the 'waxing moon', the stars that shone like stars suddenly moved.

Like fireflies flying together in the darkness.

From top to bottom, these star-like light spots gathered together like a tower of sand to form a... tall human-shaped light body.

This scene happened quietly.

If anyone observes carefully, they will find that the place where this tall human-shaped light body was born is the original hot spring pool...

It is also the place where the flowers in the Nine Heavens Cold Palace bloom the most lushly in the ruins, and where the stars are the brightest in the darkness at this time...

Another blink of an eye.

The invisible darkness suddenly disappeared.

The light blue light once again filled the entire space, the vision was restored, and everything was as before:

Ancient and desolate ruins, silent and silent...

wrong!

Compared with the original, there are still changes!

Next to the hot spring pool, there was the sound of rushing water at the moment.

The sound sounded like someone getting up and getting out of the water after bathing in a hot spring. The steaming water droplets slid down an arc from the person's body into the hot spring and hit the water surface...

However, at this time, by the hot spring pool, looking around, it was empty, and no one could be seen.

The water droplets were lifted up into the sky by various forces, and a tall transparent figure was outlined in the air.

Following the graceful body arc of this tall figure, it fell back into the water with a splash.

After a while, all the water droplets picked up by the transparent object returned to the pool.

This tall, transparent man is invisible to the naked eye.

Only...steps gradually appeared on the water, extending all the way towards the shore of the pool.

The speed and rhythm of the footprints were slow and random, as if someone was taking a leisurely stroll.

Finally, the footprints came from the water to the shore.

The flowers of Jiutianhangonghua were pushed aside as silently as possible by something, spontaneously making way for someone.
To be continued...
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