Ziqin always thought that what Lu Xiaofeng said was reasonable, but now Ziqin was sure that Lu Xiaofeng said something wrong. c.m44rc.m
The saddest thing in life is definitely not that you go to save your friend, facing the cold and blowing northwest wind, while your other friend is drinking wine and eating hot pot. Compared with this thing, Ziqin thinks that the other friend
The incident was even more tragic.
The thing is, even though you know the development process of the matter from beginning to end, you can't quickly cut through the mess and change all the regrets.
Ziqin knew what Ye Gucheng wanted, and he also understood how Ye Gucheng could avoid a duel with Ximen Chuixue.
If Prince Zhennan becomes emperor immediately, then Ye Gucheng may turn around and return to Baiyun City.
This person should not have appeared in the mortal world. He was originally an immortal in heaven, in the White Jade Capital in the sky, on the fifth and twelfth floor. Isn't this the Baiyun City we are talking about.
Many people think that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are the same kind of people. In fact, they are not. Ximen Chuixue is the god of swords. Everything about him belongs to the sword. In the end, even his feelings have disappeared. If it weren't for there being a person named Lu Xiaofeng in this world.
, maybe Ximen Chuixue has been lost in the world of swords.
But Ye Gucheng had human bonds in his heart. Although Ziqin didn't know why Ye Gucheng helped Prince Zhennan plot rebellion, he knew that it must be because of some kind of bond, a bond that could not be broken even if he fell from the fairy world to the mortal world.
Ziqin didn't know where to start. He could only try to find ways to deal with it, but during this period he was still able to do some things, such as finding a sword god whose memory of the sword was now sealed.
The capital was huge, unimaginably big, and there were many cake-making shops in the capital, but this did not trouble Ziqin, although Ziqin had forgotten the name of the shop where the Sword God was hiding.
But first of all, Ziqin remembered that what he was looking for was a time-honored brand, and secondly, the pastry shop was quite large, which narrowed the scope of the search a lot.
After narrowing down the search scope, Ziqin didn't go looking stupidly from street to street. He only did one thing, and that was to find a group of beggars' dens, real beggars' dens, not the kind of beggars' dens.
There were so many little beggars in the capital that it took Ziqin almost no time to figure out how many time-honored pastry shops there were in the capital, and by the way, how many time-honored hotels, how many time-honored roast duck restaurants, and how many time-honored silk and satin shops there were in the capital.
,how many.........
In short, if someone wants to rely on Ziqin to ask the beggar to find any clues, it is almost equivalent to searching through all the time-honored shops in the capital. In this world, except for the current emperor, even the nine admirals of the capital cannot do such a thing.
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There were not many time-honored pastry shops in the capital, only about a dozen or twenty in total, and Ziqin's luck was not bad. By noon, he finally found a four-bay pastry shop.
The four-bay facade, the courtyard and the house behind it, combined with the impression in my memory, as well as the sword god and his wife, it seems that Ouyang also lived here later. Ziqin is almost certain to be this family.
After tidying up his clothes slightly, Zi Qinshi walked into the shop.
This is a time-honored pastry shop. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with martial arts. When Ziqin walked in, a waiter from the shop immediately came up to greet him.
"I want to buy a large batch of cakes. You'd better let the boss talk to me."
Ziqin looked at the waiter politely and smiled. There was a trace of hesitation on the latter's face, and then he smiled again.
"The boss can tell me how many cakes he wants to buy."
"One thousand catties, for such a quantity, can you decide whether you can give me a satisfactory discount?"
Ziqin looked at the obviously troubled expression on the waiter's face and sneered. When he said these words, the waiter's face suddenly tightened and he ran towards the backyard quickly.
Ziqin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the flustered appearance of the waiters here. Although the Sword God was smart and thought of this way of hiding in the city, the Sword God was not a scheming person after all. He didn't think about how a group of ordinary people could do this.
Keep the secret.
Before the waiter could return, Ziqin's figure flashed and he had already entered the backyard using Qinggong. However, none of the other waiters in the store noticed that Ziqin had entered the backyard.
Behind the pastry shop was an exquisite small garden. Ziqin walked slowly through the garden. He was not in a hurry and seemed not to care at all that the waiter would tell the Sword God about his situation.
When he walked through the small garden, he heard the waiter's stammering voice, as if he was reporting something to someone. When Ziqin walked out of the garden, he saw a scene that he would never have expected.
After the garden, a girl with a slightly swollen belly was lying on a deck chair. Next to the deck chair was a man in white clothes who looked like a man in the sky but not like a man in the world.
Ziqin couldn't describe how this man felt. However, facing such a man, even Ziqin felt his fingers tremble slightly. It was not fear, but excitement. Some people wanted to fight when they saw the peerless swordsman.
Excited, and maybe something else.
However, Ziqin's eyes immediately saw the woman lying on the couch, and saw the casual smile on the corner of the sword god's mouth. In an instant, Ziqin calmed down, the immortal god disappeared, and there was only one person here.
A mortal with love, a wife, and even a child soon.
The waiter was frightened when he saw Ziqin walking in. He stood there blankly, watching Ziqin walk to him step by step.
"You go down first."
The sword god laughed and said to the guy, who turned around and ran away as if he had been granted amnesty.
"As expected of the Snake King, he can actually find this place."
The smile on the corner of the Sword God's mouth had faded, but in Ziqin's eyes, the person in front of him was still not an immortal, but a mortal, because at this time, the person's hands were empty.
The sword god actually had no sword in his hand.
"Before coming here, I was very worried about Ye Gucheng, but after coming here, I felt very unworthy of Ye Gucheng."
Ziqin didn't pay attention to how the Sword God knew about him. He even didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that there were some words that he didn't want to say quickly, so he spoke out naturally.
But as Ziqin spoke, the Sword God's expression slowly darkened, and on the recliner, Sun Xiuqing's eyes showed a hint of pain.
"I never thought that one day I would see the sword god without even a sword in his hand."
Ziqin continued to speak, but the Sword God laughed again. He stretched out his hand to look at Sun Xiuqing, and his smile was as gentle as an ordinary person's.
"I am not a sword god."
It was a very ordinary sentence. Ziqin looked at the man holding Sun Xiuqing and his wife who was about to give birth in the sun. For a moment, Ziqin didn't know what to say.
"I don't want to kill anyone today."
The Sword God was still smiling, but Ziqin could see the arrogance in the Sword God's eyes that was higher than the sky. Ziqin immediately understood that the Sword God had not completely become a mortal, and the Sword God's smile was only because of the man on the recliner. Women, and the mortal state of the Sword God only exists next to the woman on the recliner.
Although swordsmen cannot live without their swords, there are people whose swords can be sealed, because once such people's swords are released from the seal, they will be even more terrifying.
It is like an old wine. The longer it is stored, the stronger it becomes. When it is stored to cause qualitative changes, the wine turns into pulp, and the swordsman becomes a sword god.
The battle with Ye Gucheng and the separation from Sun Xiuqing finally led to the attainment of the sword god, but it was just Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng died in that decisive battle. He did not lose in swordsmanship or mentality. He simply lost in that bond. Without that bond, he might not have to fight the Sword God. Able to transcend.
It's a pity that Ye Gucheng has no future, so his legend can only stay at the top of the Forbidden City forever.
Ziqin clenched his fists, countless people chanted this duel, and countless people praised it. They intoxicated their own world with Ye Gucheng's death and the fame of the Sword God. However, this team of Ye Gucheng was so unfair.
In the past, Ziqin was also intoxicated by this kind of beauty. The fall of a legend was so beautiful that it was so sad that it was suffocating.
But that was in the past, but now Ziqin just wants to stop this beauty. No matter how beautiful the sadness is, how can it be as important as the survival of his friends.
Ziqin looked deeply at the sword god, suddenly let out a long sigh, turned around and left slowly.
Although it didn't last long, Ziqin already knew that he couldn't stop this duel here. The Sword God was the Sword God after all, and he couldn't change the Sword God's mind. Maybe even Sun Xiuqing couldn't change it.
Similarly, Ziqin also knew that he could not kill the Sword God, not even the Sword God without a sword in his hand. Although he was confident that it would be impossible for the Sword God to kill him, but even if they were equally powerful, even the Sword God would not be able to kill him. He needs to be distracted to protect Sun Xiuqing, and killing the Sword God is not something Ziqin can do now.
There will eventually be a way, there will definitely be a way.
Ziqin walked out of the pastry shop and said this to himself over and over again. Then he wandered aimlessly on the street, and suddenly he found a very practical sentence.
People cannot help themselves in the world.
In the morning, he had made up his mind not to have contact with Lu Xiaofeng's troublesome friends, but now his son Qin suddenly realized that he must still have contact with Lu Xiaofeng's troublesome friends.
Because only by participating in the plot can he have the opportunity to help Ye Gucheng and save his friend from death.
Ziqin couldn't remember when he heard someone say such a sentence. In the story before and after the decisive battle, it was quite simple to find Mu Taoist in the capital, because there must be many Taoist priests in the place where Mu Taoist was.
Regardless of whether this was right or wrong, when Ziqin saw a group of Taoist priests, he immediately saw Lu Xiaofeng, and he knew that Taoist Mu was about to appear.
Sure enough, Ziqin soon saw a Taoist in the bookstore next to Lu Xiaofeng, a Taoist with silvery white hair and wearing a torn Taoist robe.
