Li Chenan didn't know what kind of situation was facing the Sword Cleaning Tower.

But his master is Wu Xichen!

Since the owner of the Sword Cleaning Tower is the master's younger brother, he is his own uncle.

If the Sword Cleaning Tower is really in trouble, I will have to help no matter what.

Regardless of whether you can help or not, you must do your best to help, because there is also a tomb of the master in the Sword Cleaning Tower!

Of course, you can enter the Forgetful Platform and understand the eighteen Dharmas of the Forbidden World of the World. I think it will be easier to help the Sword Washing Tower.

Some arrangements should have been made.

For example, secretly bring Xuanjia Camp to the Sword Washing Tower.

After all, it sounds like the danger faced by this Sword Washing Building comes from the royal family of Wu... Facing a country, even if you really become a master, you can only save a few more people.

If Xuanjia Camp was in the Sword Washing Tower, I'm afraid that a few more swords could be rescued.

Destroy will definitely be destroyed by the state's machine. It would be better if the master's urn was digging out the urn of ashes and brought back to Taohua Mountain in Guangling City for a joint burial.

But now my identity cannot be exposed.

Then you cannot summon Xuanjia Camp.

Then we must delay the opportunity for the royal family of the Wu Kingdom to take action against the Sword Washing Tower and wait more than a year later.

In more than a year, it is clear whether Zhongli Ruoshui can be saved.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan hugged Zhongli Ruoshui's slim waist again.

His dantian became hot again, and his internal force flowed faster.

After all, I can't do anything more.

Why is this dog saying that the Bu Er Zhoutian Art is so tormenting?

Just in Xia Hua's sight, Li Chenan suddenly let go of his left hand, raised it in front of him and looked at it, looking desperate.

It's a sin!

I can't even use my hands anymore!

This is the greatest punishment for the sins God has committed in my previous life!

...

...

Whether it is sad or happy, you can't stop at your feet because hope is ahead.

At that time, it was August 14, 24th year of Zhaohua.

Li Chenan and his party arrived in Xilan City, Hexi Prefecture, Wu State.

There is only about three days left here to go at Dongxu City, Kyoto, Wu at their speed.

After passing through Hexi Prefecture, it is Hedong Prefecture.

Dongxu City is located in Hedong Prefecture.

The Sword Cleaning Tower is a hundred miles outside Dongxu City!

As the prefecture of Hexi Prefecture, Xilan City is very big and prosperous.

But such prosperity belongs to them, Li Chenan... has no hope of being alive.

It was getting late, so I could only live in Xilan City tonight, because Zhongli Ruoshui became more and more tired.

The one who leads the way is summer flowers.

She seemed quite familiar with this place.

When the carriage stopped, Li Chenan led Zhongli Ruoshui and stood in front of the inn. He looked up at the lantern hanging at the door of the door??—

"Yuelai Inn!"

He found that the Yuelai Inn was a bit difficult, so he looked at Xia Hua and asked:

"Is this inn... opened by one person? Or is it a coincidence in the name?"

Xia Hua was stunned, she didn't know either.

"It's probably a coincidence. Who can have such a lot of financial resources to open so many inns in various countries?"

Too.

How many Jiayuelai Inns have you met along the way?

If it was the same boss... this person can truly be called rich and powerful!

Li Chenan didn't think much about it. They walked into the inn. As soon as they stepped into the lobby, they saw the lobby full of people and heard the lively noise:

"Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, our talented men from Hexi Prefecture gather together to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference at Yuejian Academy in Xilan City!"

"Everyone, this time at the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair, a big scholar came from Kyoto. It is said that he would judge three poems with the masters of our Yuejian Academy to send them to Kyoto!"

"Our Yuejian Academy has lost to Wanlin Academy in Dongxu City in the past ten years... This time, we must win back some face for Yuejian Academy!"

Xia Hua turned her head and looked at Li Chenan.

Li Chenan had no interest in this.

Now he is all focused on the Bu Er Zhoutian Jue.

He just wanted to arrive at the Sword Washing Tower as soon as possible, enter the Forgetful Platform as soon as possible, and be able to break the eighteen techniques of the Bu Er Zhoutian Jue and become the Grand Master as soon as possible!

Because only in this way can Zhongli Ruoshui be cured and he can get the sexual blessings he wants!

As for the others...got!

Xia Hua didn't know why her husband was so anxious to go to the Sword Washing Tower. She naturally hoped that her husband could also attend this Mid-Autumn Festival literary gathering. If her husband recited a poem at the literary gathering, it would definitely make these conceited students feel ashamed.

It will definitely be a good story.

Unfortunately, Mr.

Yes, the teacher is indifferent to fame and fortune. With his attitude of seeing through the world, he will definitely not take such poetry seriously.

She went to the counter.

It seemed that a sign was revealed to the old shopkeeper.

Li Chenan saw the old shopkeeper looking at them in surprise, and then said something to Xia Hua with great slight intention.

After a moment, the old shopkeeper waved and a waiter ran over.

Xia Hua turned around and came to Li Chenan's side, "Sir, Master's wife..."

Zhongli Ruoshui was not resistant to this title and was still very happy.

"The journey was exhausted, and the student thought that the teacher and the master's wife were tired and needed a quiet rest, so he booked the South Courtyard... Mr., Master's wife, please!"

Under the guidance of the waiter, Li Chenan and his party walked through the lobby and came to the moon gate that was heading to the courtyard.

As soon as his front feet crossed the moon gate, a voice heard in his ears:

"Do you think it's interesting to argue with Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy for a long and short period of time in this Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair?"

Li Chenan turned around and saw a handsome young man picking up his wine glass, sighed and said:

"I believe everyone knows that the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in Ningguo's literary world last year."

"I believe you all memorized the fifteen poems at that poetry meeting."

The boy drank a glass of wine, looked at the gazes that fell on his face, and said without caring:

"The poet Li Chen'an wrote sixteen poems."

"He wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering and Dispersion without saying it, even if he could still have some left...everyone,"

The young man glanced at the students and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think can write better Mid-Autumn Festival words to surpass him?"

The young man suddenly stood up and laughed, "It's not that I am against you to write the Mid-Autumn Festival words, but... With Li Chen'an's pearls and jade in front of you, with your talent and knowledge, I'm afraid it's hard to get the tiles and stones!"

"The poems finally decided by Yuejian Academy and Wanlin Academy can ultimately be unable to escape the comparison between the literati of the world and Li Chen'an's poems..."

"It's better to compare the ending after comparison. Of course, it's obvious that Li Chen'an's name as a poet is not a false reputation... What's the pleasure of you even if you win the lead of this poetry meeting?"

At this moment, a boy at the other table suddenly stood up and asked with an angry look on his face:

"Dantae, since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. According to you, don't we scholars need to write any poems or articles?"

The young man named Pu grinned: "Of course you can write, after all, you can also cultivate sentiment, but your purpose is to compare!"

"You can't compare to him before he died. After he died..."

He walked towards the door, "After his death, his poems became masterpieces, you..."

He suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand and pulled: "No scholar in the future will be able to beat him again!"

"Because there is only one poetic immortal!"

"He has become a legend. Even if you want to beat him, you have to go to the underworld to find him!"
To be continued...