Mr. Wang looked at He Jian with some concern. He was really worried that his young master would throw the wine glass directly over, but He Jian did not react at all. He nodded calmly and drank the wine in the glass and said, "Then I will punish myself. If the girl is not satisfied, she might as well say it."

The east and west are young, and although the fire has not disappeared, they still have nothing to say. They can't die, let alone nothing happened in the north and south. Being injured in some flesh will save him from keeping his mouth and preaching.

"Although I have been quitting the world for many years, I know that there are very few experts in the Tianxuan Realm. I have only heard of it. I don't know which sect or sect the young master is, why did he fall to this point?" Wang Lao felt cold and took the initiative to talk.

"It's considered a mysterious gate." Xiao Shu said indifferently.

"Is it possible that the young master is a disciple of Tianjizi?" Old Wang was relieved. Only those peerless masters could teach such a genius. He reached the top of martial arts at a young age. Moreover, the Xuanji Sect acts strangely and does not follow common sense. He can accept being a beggar or a farmer to cultivate the land.

"That's right." Xiao Shu did not deny that Tian Jizi was indeed half of the kindness of his teacher.

"I have been a master of Tianjizi, but I have long admired him, but... the wisdom will be hurt. If Master Ling is still there, maybe that Zhenren Zhang would not have fallen to such a level." Old Wang sighed.

"Zhang Zhenren? What's wrong with him?" Xiao Shu was shocked and asked quickly.

"Young Master, don't you know that Zhenren Zhang went west alone and forced him to retreat from Tuxia countries, and finally sat on the top of the city. It's a pity that a generation of swordsman master ended up like this, but in the end he became accused of being in a bad reputation." After Wang said that, he sighed.

"Old Wang's words are bad. It's light for me to say that scolding him is light. Tuxia's countries are not invading repeatedly for land. My Yue Kingdom has been suffering from natural disasters for years and its national strength is empty. So what can I do if I give up one or two states? Those who need to know the current affairs are heroes. It's not too late to settle the score when the country is reorganized. He is better, and he insists on being a hero at this time and completely breaking up with others. This time I think the little emperor is right, and he is separated from that person. He is all crazy. He should scold such a madman, otherwise the army will be in the city at that time. Who else can stop it? Who is willing to stop it? I'm afraid that he will slaughter millions of people in order to vent his hatred." Boyan retorted.

"I can't stop talking!"

A sudden shout came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open. The person who came was Boyan's father, wearing a tall crown and a silk jade belt, with a thin face and a long beard. He was powerful without anger. Behind him was a woman in a white dress with phoenix eyes and a green eyebrows, dignified and elegant, with exquisite jade bracelets on her white wrists. Although there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, she was still very beautiful.

Boyan was so scared that he quickly stood up and said, "Dad, have you been back so early?"

"If I don't come back, I don't know how many tyrant words you are going to say. If you pass on these words, I'm afraid your father and my head will immediately hang on the imperial wall!" Bo Qian was just pulled back by his wife, but he didn't feel happy with Zhang Yuanwai. He didn't expect that he would have heard such tyrant words when he returned home. If there weren't a guest here, he would have been serving the family law long ago.

"Master, Boyan is also unintentional." Su Jin comforted.

"Just protect him! You will know it's too late when something happens. What does a woman know?" Bo Qian was so angry that he was sweating all over. Before he could even get down, he squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally turned his eyes to He Jian.

"Madam Shibo, the lady is right. Boyan has always been unrestrained and always likes to say ridiculous words. You know, so don't take it to heart." He Jian stood up and bowed to Bo Qian and said.

"I think someone is so kind-hearted. His eyes are not good at night. It turns out that he is Young Master He. I wonder if Ling Zun is good recently?" Bo Qian asked with a smile. He had never had a good impression of He Jian, but he still maintained a relationship on the surface. After all, his son likes to mingle with this sarcastic He Jian.

"My father is in peace, and the uncle is in trouble." He Gui said politely.

"Boyan, look at it. People speak so well. Next time you speak rudely, you will kneel down for me to the ancestral hall and let the ancestors and clans take a good look. What happened to our Bo family!" Bo Qian said coldly, and glanced at He Zhi with a squinted eyes, then smiled and said, "The person who comes is a guest. If you have any dissatisfaction, say, "My Bo family is small, but he will never be wronged by the guest."

"Mom, this girl from the east and west and the little master from the north and north of the inner room are Buddhists. Yan'er knows that you like Buddhism, so she specially invited the two of them home." Boyan said with his mother's hand.

When Mrs. Su Jin heard this, she laughed and said, "Yan'er is interested, but she is profound in Buddhism. She has some shallow insights for her mother, so she is afraid that she will make people laugh."

"Mrs. Although the monk is a Buddhist, his understanding of Buddhism is nothing but the basics. How dare he speak nonsense?" Seeing Su Jin so polite, the monk hurriedly stood up and said, she had a good impression of this dignified and elegant wife.

Su Jin was about to speak, but he heard the inner room's whirlwind and looked inside curiously, but he didn't go forward and lift the curtain. He just turned to look at Boyan and asked, "What's wrong with Master Nanbei?"

"Madam, don't worry about him. It's just a mortal body. All pain is a temper. This is what the North and South say." said the East and West.

Everyone who knew the whole story was silent, only the little beggar covered his mouth and smiled.

"Master Nanbei suffered some injuries. Mother, you know that in recent years, smoke has been particularly repulsive to outsiders, and Master Nanbei also suffered some unrestrained disasters." Boyan explained while looking at the things with a pleading look.

"Oh, natural disasters and man-made disasters are unpredictable." Old Master Bo Qian just shook his head and sighed, not saying much. As the saying goes, disaster comes from his mouth, he doesn't dare to say anything like Bo Yan.

Xiao Shu got up and left the table, and came to the courtyard alone. It was drizzling outside, like fog and twelves, silently rippling in the air, and it was in a daze. At the end of January, the weather was cold. The magnolia in the courtyard was green and leaves were stretched, and the warm white flowers were filled with fragrance, which turned into the night wind.

Xiao Shu didn't realize it at first, and a moment of dense drizzle wet his clothes and long hair. He held up a red umbrella. The moon was like Emei, looming among the clouds, and it was not real in the hazy drizzle.

The invincible Three Swords of Heaven, Earth and Man were so easily swallowed by this Shilang. Another swordsman's peak left, and it was only one step away from ascending. Tian Jizi was like this at the beginning. Maybe he was trapped by his heart, or maybe something else could always block people in front of the Heavenly Gate.

Xiao Shu originally planned to ask Zhang Daoquan for advice if he had the chance, but now...

"The so-called immortal road is really desolate." Xiao Shu sighed softly, and the Red Leaf Sword came out. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, the torrent-like sword path surged into his heart again. Xiao Shu vaguely saw Zhang Daoquan's figure. That night, Chi Xiao, Kunwu, and Taia were in front of him.

Xiao Shu put down the red umbrella, held the sword and danced, and the three swords of heaven, earth and man appeared again. Every movement was so slow. If someone saw it, he would definitely feel depressed in his heart, but what they didn't understand was that the weight of the Tao was more than a thousand mountains.

Zhang Daoquan's figure became clearer and clearer. In a trance, it was no longer Xiao Shu who was standing in the yard dancing with his sword, but the Zhenren Zhang who killed 100,000 enemies and sat on the top of the city.

After the three swords danced, Xiao Shu vaguely felt that something was missing, but he could not remember it. He looked at the red leaf sword in his hand in vain. The rain was dense and gathered on the slender sword. The water droplets gradually grew bigger, and finally could not bear the weight and merged into a small stream of water and slipped down.

Xiao Shu frowned. As long as he was still holding the sword, the vast sword art would come like a demonic obstacle, constantly invading his thinking. This is also the reason why he has not held the sword for a long time. Without his own sword art, he could not keep his mind clear at all. He would be like a clay man crossing the sea. He could not even care about himself, so how could he talk about defeating the enemy?

After a while, I couldn't tell whether it was a bead of sweat or rain. I kept sliding down from Xiao Shu's forehead and neck, and my clothes were soaked in a blink of an eye. My hands holding the hilt of the sword kept trembling like a soldering iron, constantly tingling his mind.

"Mr. Xiao?"

Suddenly, the sound of Xiao Shu interrupted Xiao Shu's thoughts. When he turned around, he saw that it was covered with plaster gauze. He was holding a wooden chair in his hand, grinning, and every step he took, his whole body felt as if he was stabbed by a needle.

Nanbei put down the chair and looked out. A cool breeze mixed with rain made him shiver, shivering, and sat on the chair and said, "It's too stuffy and has no appetite. Come out and get some breath. It's still raining. I said why is it so cold."

"How about the injury? Is it okay?" Xiao Shu took Hongye back into the umbrella, wiped away the rain from his face, and walked to Nanbei and asked, after all, they were injured because of them.

"I can't die, I'll just get scabbed for two days. But Mr. Xiao, I have something to worry about. I might as well say it to see if the little monk can solve the problem for the gentleman." Nanbei asked while rubbing his sore shoulders.

"Speaking of this, I really have a question that I can't solve." Xiao Shu stood beside the north and south, and the water on his body gathered into a pool on the ground in a blink of an eye. The eaves dripped downwards, like a curtain of water. Although the rain was not heavy, it was actually much denser than the heavy rain.

"Oh?" Nanbei looked at Xiao Shu curiously, and suddenly saw the string of red rosary on Xiao Shu's wrist. He felt a little familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"If you seek but cannot get it, life is hard, wars will continue, good and evil will be difficult to distinguish, right and wrong will be difficult to determine, why is the law of heaven unfair?" Xiao Shu looked at the dark sky with empty eyes and nonchalant eyes. For some reason, the sky is always dark.
Chapter completed!