The land of Kyushu, Linjun City, Phoenix Tower, Fengxi Palace!
Above the throne, lavender curtains fluttered in the wind, and an enchanting figure lay lazily on the soft couch, showing charming lines and outlines.
"Your Highness, according to reports from spies, Lu Chen has left Kyushu." Fang Ziqi half-knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"When did he leave? Where did he go?" Zhao Zhenxian's face was cold, and there was no expression on her beautiful face.
Huamei on the side responded quickly: "Your Highness, Lu Chen set out from Yongxue Pass in Yanzhou to the grassland beyond the Great Wall about three months ago."
"What is he doing in the prairie beyond the Great Wall?" Cold words slowly came from Zhao Zhenxian's mouth.
Qin Yun in Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting said: "I don't know, it is said to be related to the seven major forces besieging Liuyun Sword Sect three months ago."
"Explain this matter to me clearly from beginning to end." Zhao Zhenxian frowned and thought deeply.
"This is what happened..." Fang Ziqi was stunned for a moment, then whispered, carefully describing how Lu Chen fought with the major forces at that time, the appearance of Greedy Wolf, the leader of the Seven Killers, and how Li Mengjun was seriously injured.
Read it again.
"Who is that Li Mengjun? What is his relationship with Lu Chen?" A low shout sounded in the hall.
Hearing the hint of anger mixed with these words, Huamei replied respectfully: "That Li Mengjun and Lu Chen are family friends. He visited the Lu family in his early years and was very talented. Later he became a disciple of Xuanyin Pavilion and became Fang Qiumei's close disciple.
She showed her prominence in the Qianlong Competition. She and Lu Chen have an inexplicable relationship."
Zhao Zhenxian said in a cold tone: "What does it mean to be unclear?"
"This..." Huamei knew that she had said the wrong thing, and her pretty face was filled with panic.
Qin Yun, who was next to him, said: "When I was young, it was said that Lu Chen once admired that Li Mengjun, but he was arrogant and did not accept Lu Chen at all. Later, Seven Kills assassinated the unparalleled swordsman Lu Zhenxuan, and Lu Chen's whereabouts were unknown. Five years ago.
Later, the two met at the Qianlong Competition and gradually got in touch."
Zhao Zhenxian frowned and clenched her fists: "This bastard, it turns out there is another woman."
Qin Yun continued: "Although Li Mengjun intended to help Lu Chen, his strength was low and he was seriously injured by Greedy Wolf. Later, Xiaoyao Sword Master Duguxia arrived and used special treasures to save his life, but he fell into a coma. As for
The specific reasons why Lu Chen left Jiuzhou are not very clear to his subordinates."
"Who is Greedy Wolf?" Zhao Zhenxian's eyes flashed with murderous intent. This person dared to seriously injure Lu Chen and force Lu Chen to leave Kyushu. It was really hateful.
Qin Yun said: "Ganlang is the leader of the Seven Killers. His identity is mysterious and his origin is unknown. This time the seven major forces besieged the Liuyun Sword Sect. It is rumored that he was the mastermind. We need to investigate carefully."
"Then check it for me, check it carefully." Zhao Zhenxian shouted softly, her phoenix eyes unable to conceal her evil aura.
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Three months ago, Lu Chen and the seven major forces fought against each other, shocking the entire land of Kyushu. Although the final victory ended miserably, it also made the name of the Peerless Sword Master even higher and spread far and wide.
A moment later, Zhao Zhenxian, wearing a red dress and a phoenix crown, appeared at Pearl Villa, standing on the edge of the small lake, looking at the calm lake with a hint of melancholy.
This is the place where Lu Chen lived in the past. Standing here, she seemed to vaguely feel that Lu Chen's breath was always around her, and she had endless aftertaste.
The gentle breeze blew, causing ripples to appear on the calm lake surface.
One skirt was gently rolled up, revealing two beautiful white legs.
A pair of cold phoenix eyes stared at the slightly wrinkled lake surface, and there were ripples in her heart. The scenes with Lu Chen in the past were like fleeting memories, constantly flashing through her mind.
She gently stroked her belly and murmured to herself: "Will you come back?"
The northwest prairie, the distant Luoshen Mountain, on the edge of a cliff.
Lu Chen seemed to sense something and turned around to look behind him.
A graceful and graceful woman in a purple dress appeared in front of her. A pair of water-cut eyes looked at Lu Chen seriously, as if she was seeing a lover who had been away for many years, full of admiration.
This person is none other than Battle's junior sister, Mu Qingxuan.
"You and your father look so alike!" The faint words slowly came out from Mu Qingxuan's red lips, and they sounded so pleasant to the ear.
Lu Chen smiled awkwardly: "Why are you here?"
When Mu Qingxuan heard Lu Chen's name, she sighed softly: "Am I getting old?"
Lu Chen said continuously: "No, Miss Qing, you are overthinking anything."
Mu Qingxuan looked at the handsome and handsome Lu Chen, and her expression could not help but be in a trance, vaguely overlapping with a familiar face in her mind.
She stepped forward and slowly came to Lu Chen, stretched out her hand and gently touched Lu Chen's face. The resolute outline was so similar to that man's.
"Miss Qing, you..." Lu Chen looked at the woman in the purple skirt awkwardly, neither moving nor moving.
Mu Qingxuan retracted her wrist, looked at the horizon with a melancholy expression, and said quietly: "You have inherited the appearance of my father, but I didn't expect that when I see this face again after so many years, it is no longer the same person."
"What happened when my father came here?" Lu Chen came to Mu Qingxuan's side, his eyes full of curiosity.
Mu Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
All of this started twelve years ago.
A young man in white, carrying a black heavy sword and riding a flaming horse, came all the way to the feet of Luoshen.
Looking up at the majestic and towering mountains, he couldn't help but feel fascinated.
"Is this the legendary Luoshen Mountain?" The young man in white, wearing a black heavy sword, showed a bright smile, then took steps, walking up a winding mountain road step by step.
After walking up 999 steps along the road up the mountain, the young man in white traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at the holy land of this prairie, Luoshen Mountain.
When he stepped into the square, he looked around and found that there were many disciples practicing martial arts in the square, hundreds of them, and they didn't take his appearance seriously at all.
The young man in white frowned, then pulled out the black epee behind him and shouted loudly: "Qingzhou Wushuang City, Lu Zhenxuan came to worship the mountain."
This violent shout was like thunder exploding in the sky, resounding throughout Luoshen Mountain, and quickly attracted the attention of the strong men cultivating in Luoshen Mountain.
"Who is coming!" A leading disciple in blue looked at the unkind arrival of Lu Zhenxuan and couldn't help but asked angrily.
Lu Zhenxuan held the black epee in his arms and strode forward. With every step he took, a tile broke into pieces on the hard ground. There was even a vague vibration coming from the ground, clicking, clicking, and his whole person's aura was...
It climbed steadily, becoming more and more shocking.
To be able to do this, this is definitely not an ordinary warrior.
Feeling the strong sword intent radiating from Lu Zhenxuan's body, hundreds of disciples were stunned, and their faces became uglier than the last.
What on earth does this guy want to do? Does he want to provoke Luoshenshan?
"Bold, who is here? You dare to offend me at Luoshen Mountain. Are you tired of living?" A beautiful girl floated down from the top of the mountain, holding a pink sword, and stopped in front of Lu Zhenxuan.
Lu Zhenxuan stopped and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He saw that she was wearing a long aqua dress, with a round waist, full breasts, bright eyes and white teeth, and a delicate butterfly-shaped decoration on her head.
A bright and charming temperament.
"I'm Lu Zhenxuan, come and pay homage to the mountain." Lu Zhenxuan said with a loud smile.
The beautiful girl angrily shouted: "Which mountain do you worship?"
"Of course it's Luoshen Mountain." Lu Zhenxuan nodded and smiled.
The beautiful girl sneered and said: "Humph, you are the only one who worships me like this. I think you are just looking for trouble."
"Of course, you can think so. But who are you?" Lu Zhenxuan looked at the other party in confusion.
The beautiful girl raised her head and said, "My name is Mu Qingxuan, and I am naturally the mistress of Luoshen Mountain."
"Little beauty, this joke is too big. Don't talk nonsense here. Go, who is in charge here? Call him out. I have something to do with him." Lu Zhenxuan's tone was a little crazy, thinking that Mu Qingxuan was a little girl.
treat.
When Mu Qingxuan heard this, her nose almost crooked with anger: "Shut up, who are you calling young? Believe it or not, I will cut off your tongue with a sword."
"I think you are small everywhere." Lu Zhenxuan looked at the other person up and down and mocked wantonly.
