Xueyue City.

Sikong Changfeng was lying on the table, already quietly asleep. Next to him was an empty wine flask and his world-famous black-gold spear.

Xueyue City is very empty recently. The big city lord Baili Dongjun has disappeared for a long time. The second city lord Li Hanyi is also missing after leaving the city. Yin Luoxia and disciple Luo Mingxuan who were sent to assist with this matter did not seem to go where they should.

The three disciples of the city lord, Tang Lian, Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo, have not returned to the city for a long time.

After the battle at Leijiabao, the disciples sent by the Tang Sect to Xueyue City quietly retreated, and the disciples from Leijiabao also hurried back after receiving the call from Leimen.

It seems that after the Demon Tribe's Eastern Expedition, Xueyue City has not been this depressed for a long time.

Sikong Changfeng had a dream.

In the dream, he was still the same person holding a spear in his hand, with a jug of wine hanging on top of the spear, riding around on horseback. When he was drunk, he would just find a place to sleep, and when he woke up, he would go and see where there was a reward.

Then, catch a few more thieves in exchange for a few meals. Life like this can't be said to be great, but it's not bad either. He was born to be such a lazy person, and there were really few things that could cheer him up.

Until that day, the young man wearing white clothes and riding a horse appeared in front of him. He was supposed to be the person Sikong Changfeng hated the most. He looked rich just by looking at his clothes, but what the young man said made him dislike him.

"I've heard of you, you're very famous."

"You captured thirteen key criminals in a row that the Guotong Prefecture could not catch."

"People like you shouldn't be buried like this. Come with me."

"Would you like to visit a city?"

"It is the largest city in the world, with the most beautiful women, the largest casino, the best wine, and the fastest horse."

"That city is called Tianqi."

Sikong Changfeng was holding the barrel of a gun with one hand. There was a shaky wine bottle hanging on the barrel of the gun, and his body was swaying. He didn't hear clearly what the young man said behind him, but after hearing the words "the most beautiful woman", he suddenly

Nodding: "Go! Go! Go!"

In the dream, he saw the most beautiful woman again.

The woman played the piano and sat among the curtains.

It was a place full of flowers and beautiful girls everywhere.

But Sikong Changfeng only had eyes for him.

"You can have all the girls here, except her. She is the master of Qin China, and many princes in Tianqi City want her."

Sikong Changfeng didn't believe it, so he stepped forward and gently opened the curtain in front of him.

She was indeed the most beautiful girl in the country. Sikong Changfeng wanted to walk in again, but he heard a "get out".

The next moment, he really rolled away.

There seemed to be a lot of things happening in the middle, like there was a fire somewhere, it seemed like someone was hacking, it seemed like I had been hit by several arrows, and my body was covered in blood.

But those images just flashed by. The next moment, he was riding a horse and running wildly, as if venting all his anger. He kept riding wildly, day and night, running thousands of miles away, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

.

But just as he stopped, a white horse caught up behind him. The alluring girl sat on the horse, then took out a sword from somewhere and cut herself off the horse with one strike. Then she immediately turned the horse.

Turn around and run back.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then immediately got on his horse and chased after him again.

"Don't run away. If you come to chase me, do you agree with what I said that night?"

"Do you like me too!"

"Luo Shuiqing!"

"Luo Shuiqing... Luo Shuiqing... Luo Shuiqing..." Sikong Changfeng woke up from his sleep and found that the table was wet. He didn't know when he had shed so many tears. He gently

Wiped away tears.

I dreamed of you again, Shui Qing.

Sikong Changfeng sat there, feeling lost.

After all, the person in the past is no longer here, so even if you dream about it, it only adds to the sadness.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. Sikong Changfeng touched his hand lightly, and the tears on the table instantly evaporated. He stood up and said, "What's the matter?"

The disciple outside the door respectfully reported: "Elder Yin and Senior Brother Luo are back."

Sikong Changfeng responded: "I understand." He picked up the spear, opened the door and walked downstairs.

Yin Luoxia and Luo Mingxuan just stood there. Luo Mingxuan looked slightly uneasy. He was still a little in awe of the three city lords who actually held the real power of Xueyue City. He didn't help him twice when he went out.

Bringing her daughter back might lead to punishment. However, Yin Luoxia still smiled and looked confident.

Sikong Changfeng looked at Yin Luoxia and sighed: "You said you were going to Wushuang City to find out what happened, but what did you find out?"

"What happened in Leijiabao was not their fault." Yin Luoxia replied seriously.

"Nonsense!" Sikong Changfeng scolded, "Whether they did it or not, can't it be seen at a glance? Wushuang City would have done this only if its brain was broken."

Yin Luoxia sighed: "See it through but don't tell it, we have been in love for so many years."

"I have no affection for you. The one who has affection for you is Song Yanhui. It's a pity that he has a thick head. He deserves to be unable to catch up with Han Yi in swordsmanship." Sikong Changfeng said angrily, "I don't dare to see you?"

"See you." Yin Luoxia smiled.

Sikong Changfeng was slightly startled, and then he understood: "Then it's time to end. Luo Mingxuan."

Luo Mingxuan's body trembled: "Here."

"Why are you nervous?" Sikong Changfeng frowned.

"Disciple is incompetent and failed to bring Senior Sister Qianluo back!" Luo Mingxuan lowered his head and said.

"Forget it if you can't bring her back." Sikong Changfeng waved his hand, "She has her own people to chase. I called you because I wanted to persuade you to practice martial arts well and not to cause trouble to your master in the future."

Luo Mingxuan blushed: "Three City Lords, have you seen it?"

"You are seriously injured. Your master is here to heal you. The damage to your Qi is also severe. You all should go and rest. I will prescribe you two doses of medicine and take care of yourself." Sikong Changfeng said.

"Three City Lords!" Suddenly a disciple gasped heavily while running.

"What's the matter?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

"Second City Lord, Second City Lord is back!" The disciple said hurriedly.

Sikong Changfeng's face lit up: "Are you with a middle-aged scholar? Just come in, what else should you report?"

"No, it's a monk. It looks like the second city lord is unconscious. The monk is holding the second city lord and standing at the city gate."

"Monk?" Sikong Changfeng asked in shock, "What kind of monk?"

"He is very young. He is wearing a white monk's robe and claims to be from Hanshan Temple." The disciple replied.

Sikong Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "How long have you been gone for so long, and you dare to come back so soon?"
Chapter completed!