"I'll just take the sword, do you have any objections?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Yan Beian shook his head. In comparison, a sword is always not as important as life.
"It's fine if you don't."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly. It seemed that this person was not very difficult to talk to.
As Yan Beian watched, he watched the gentleman's figure disappear on the desert dunes.
He guarded the sword box and stood there motionless for a long time.
Until the sun shifted, showing a fiery red color on the desert, and the burning clouds seemed to indicate something, guiding Yan Beian.
His lips opened slightly and he spoke.
"It turned out to be an immortal sword... No wonder..."
"No wonder..."
Chen Changsheng took back the sword, turned around and left the northwest desert. As for the swordsman, he didn't have much to worry about. He wanted to find another person.
The man who handed the sword box to the desert swordsman.
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The city of Shangjing was bustling with people, and as the sun was about to set, the market still hadn't dispersed, but it was just a little less lively in comparison.
Many restaurants and inns hung lighted lanterns at the door to attract business. There was an endless stream of guests in the Huafang Restaurant, listening to ditty and drinking wine, which was very happy.
There was music and singing every night in the capital city, but there was only one place that was extremely quiet.
That is the Imperial Palace!
There was a person lying on the hundreds of steps in front of the hall.
This man seems to be a swordsman, because he has a sword beside him, but he also seems to be a man of great power, but he has a ruthless air about him. He is lying on the steps with his legs crossed and a knife in his mouth.
A weed picked from nowhere.
This man was not young, his face was already full of wrinkles, and his eyes could not hide the vicissitudes of time.
Lao Jianxiu's heart suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes and looked into the air.
He raised his hand to do some calculations and felt something bad.
"The wind is blowing hard!"
The old swordsman muttered something and quickly stood up to leave.
However, he never thought that a voice would fall from the sky and block his face.
Mr. Qingshan held a sword in his hand, looked at the person in front of him, and asked: "Where are you going, sir?"
When the old swordsman saw this scene, he immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.
As soon as he took a step, he was dozens of steps away.
"Shrunk to an inch?"
Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up and he said, "Unfortunately, Chen can do it too."
He took a step forward and used his magic power. In one step, he was in front of the old sword cultivator.
Blocked his way.
The old swordsman's expression suddenly changed and he said, "Why are you running so fast? Oops, can't you slow down?"
After saying that, he quickly turned around and ran in the other direction.
Chen Changsheng found it interesting for a moment, so he started playing with the old sword cultivator. No matter where he ran, Chen Changsheng would immediately catch up and block in front of him.
The old swordsman seemed to realize that he could not outrun this man, so he simply stopped.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Aren't you going to run away?"
The old swordsman rolled his eyes at him, sat down and said, "I can't run anymore, I want to kill or behead him, it's up to you."
Chen Changsheng smiled and sat down next to him.
He asked: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
The old swordsman glanced at the sword in his hand and said, "What do you think?"
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "It's good to know."
The old swordsman murmured: "If I had known better, I would not have taken this sword. I knew I would be in trouble."
"Since you know, why do you still want to take it?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The old sword cultivator looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "How can anyone not be moved by such pure magic power?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the old sword cultivator and said, "Since you are so moved, why did you hide the sword in the sword box and give it to others?"
The old swordsman opened his mouth, as if he didn't want to talk about it.
Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything, Chen Changsheng raised his hand and did some calculations, then smiled and said: "Oh, it turns out that I owe someone a favor."
The old sword cultivator scratched his hair and said: "Just tell me what you are here for. Whether you want to raise an army to punish the guilty, or whatever you want, it's up to you. I can't fight you anyway."
"How do you know you can't beat me?"
"This sword belongs to you, and the magic power in the sword must also come from you. I don't want to get involved with such pure magic power and seek death."
Chen Changsheng thought this person was quite interesting, and he stopped resisting as soon as he sat on the ground.
Interesting, really interesting.
Chen Changsheng then asked: "Chen is a little curious. Now that you have returned the favor, as a monk, why do you still stay in this palace?"
The old swordsman looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going to cause trouble for me?"
"What you're looking for, let's talk first."
"Address the funeral arrangements?"
"It's not that serious."
Chen Changsheng said: "At most, it will only seal your magic power."
When the old swordsman heard this, his eyes widened and he said, "Then you should kill me!"
Chen Changsheng laughed and said, "What, can't you live without your magic power?"
"I am a monk. How can a monk live without his magic power?"
"It makes sense, I will block your magic right now."
"Don't!"
The old sword cultivator stood up and said: "I'm talking about being an immortal. I'm just a young monk with only a little magic power. Why do you need to be as knowledgeable as me? Don't you think so?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him, smacked his lips and said, "You are so quick to lower your head."
"A man who can bend and stretch is not worth mentioning."
"I've never seen a monk like you."
The old swordsman grinned, showing a row of big yellow teeth, and said: "Whether you are a mortal or a monk, you can live a long life if you are shameless."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said, "You should answer my question first."
"Okay."
The old sword cultivator lowered his head, like a waiter, and after sitting down, he started talking to Chen Changsheng.
"The Immortal doesn't know something. My lineage has been responsible for eliminating demons for generations. I just came here back then, so..."
The old sword cultivator slowly explained, and Chen Changsheng roughly understood.
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "The Human Emperor's concubine was transformed into a fox demon?"
"good."
The old swordsman nodded and said: "I was born as a spirit fox and have four tails, which is quite correct."
"Um?"
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "What does this have to do with whether she is upright or not?"
"Ahem..."
The old swordsman coughed and continued: "These are all digressions. In short, the purpose of my staying here is actually just to keep an eye on her."
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, asking, "Didn't you kill the fox demon?"
"Tried it before."
"Then what?"
"Let her go."
"Let it go?"
"Well, because I was convinced by this fox demon that she really fell in love with the emperor of Da Jing."
Chen Changsheng became interested when he heard this.