The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

"It's not..." The one we know?

Hou Tu staggered back a few steps, and his eyes froze for a moment.

"I will find him." Li Jiancheng said.

Young Master Xuanyi's eyes are clear and sharp, as bright as before.

Hou Tu took a deep look at him, and the Teng Snake that swam away earlier broke through the fog in the hall and wrapped itself around her wrist.

she left.

Li Jiancheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes that fell on Fen Ling were dim.

With just that glance, Houtu, is there anything you want to tell her?

Forget it, if it was something important, according to Houtu's usual temper, he would not act like this, and would tell him directly.

It probably has something to do with her tribe.

He has been out for too long, and if he doesn't go back, he is afraid that he will be discovered. At that time, no matter whether it is Li Shimin or Houhou, one of them will be enough for him to have a headache.

Li Jiancheng turned around and stepped out of the palace gate without hesitation.

But he forgot one thing.

Anyone can change.

The gods are no exception.

Yan Jun sent Li Jiancheng all the way out of the Youdu. After reincarnation was completed, he had a lot more affairs, and Li Jiancheng would not make things difficult for him. He only went in the same direction as when he was alone after Yan Jun left.

The children's songs echoed on the Wangchuan River, and the sound was so heart-breaking. The ghosts who did not want to go to the Naihe Bridge gradually calmed down amidst such misty songs, and stepped forward stiffly to take the soup from the hand of the old man beside the bridge. Drank it all in one gulp, and then went to the next life.

"... Eldest Young Master?"

Li Jiancheng couldn't hear the light ballad. He walked among the flowers on the other side, but heard a somewhat familiar female voice.

The female voice is obviously timid, and there is also a hint of inconceivable meaning.

Li Jiancheng paused and looked up at the source of the voice.

A ray of light came from nowhere and shone down on half of his body.

A little girl in a skirt was standing not far from him with a basket of flowers, staring blankly at him.

As if thinking of something, big teardrops rolled down the little girl's black grape-like eyes.

"It's really the eldest son, why did you come down?"

The little girl became more and more choked up as she spoke, and finally she simply abandoned the basket full of Bianhua flowers, stumbled and threw herself in front of him, trying to pull his clothes, but finally gave up because of timidity.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The little girl wiped her tears and was very sad.

The eldest son has grown up and is as good-looking as she remembered, but why did he die so early?

Although she missed the eldest son and wanted to see him, she still hoped that the eldest son would live a long time, and it would be better if he came down after 80 years.

God is really blind.

Li Jiancheng opened his eyes slightly, his posture was somewhat familiar, like...

"Red Frost?"

"The servant girl is here!" The little girl heard the voice above her head, wiped away her tears and said loudly: "Eldest son, do you still remember the maidservant?"

The little girl's eyes were swollen like walnuts, but she was trying to smile at him.

This smile immediately reminded Li Jiancheng.

This is one of the maids assigned to him by his mother when he was young.

It is called Hongshuang.

The first person to know that he was born with the ability to see Yin and Yang, and to see ghosts and gods.

And the first person to die for him.

"So, you are here..."

Li Jian squatted down slowly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at her seriously, and slowly met the round-cheeked little girl with the person in his memory.

She looks very young, and her soul and body are also small.

It was this paper-thin body that blocked the first attack of the spirit monster that could touch him.

The young girl with an immature face has not yet matured in stature, but she struggled to open her arms to protect him who was young at that time. The blood flowed down her neck and rubbed against the corners of Li Jiancheng's eyes, like bright flowers printed on the white skin. on the skin.

"Eldest Prince," the girl said with an air of gossamer, but struggling to push him out of the door, gritted her teeth and said the last words of her life——

"Run away—"

This loyal maid will always stay at the age of ten.

His sword heart was born at that time.

Li Jiancheng sighed very lightly and rubbed the little girl's head.

Her soul was finalized when she died, and she would always look like a girl in her teens. Li Jiancheng, who was taken care of by her in the past, is now much taller than her.

"Hongshuang, why are you still here?"

Her impression of Li Jiancheng should also have stayed at the time of her death, but she was still able to rely on the years of getting along with her to recognize at a glance that the man who has changed drastically now is the son of the master she once took care of.

After so many years, her soul is still in Huangquan, and she has not stepped into reincarnation.

The little girl squeezed her skirt nervously, and said: "Mother-in-law said I have talent, so she asked me to stay and help."

Li Jiancheng frowned.

"come out."

The little girl looked at him suspiciously, "Young Master."

"Shut up, Hongshuang."

"En." Hongshuang nodded heavily.

"When your Highness comes to Huangquan, are you going to take away the successor that I have trained for a long time?"

A hoarse voice resounded, and the flowers on the other side danced without wind, and the petals swirled and turned into a woman in red with black hair and beautiful eyes.

"Mother-in-law?!" Hongshuang's eyes widened, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Naihe Bridge.

The old man by the bridge is still diligently boiling Mengpo soup and handing it to the dead souls who are going to die.

But the voice of the beautiful sister in front of me is exactly the same as that of her mother-in-law.

"successor?"

Li Jiancheng had a half-smile, "You've only been Meng Po for how long, and you're about to find a successor?"

The woman choked, and changed the subject abruptly: "Your Highness, this little girl was the first to fall in love with me."

The implication is that you are an ancient and powerful person, why bother to compete with her for a little girl with fair talent?

Li Jiancheng patted the little girl's head: "Come on, Hongshuang, tell her who you are."

The little girl looked left at the eldest son she hadn't seen for many years, and right at Meng Po who had taken care of her for many years in the underworld, bit her lower lip, and said timidly: "Of course the maid belongs to the eldest son, but, but... ...."

She closed her eyes and shouted as if she was going all out: "My lord, my mother-in-law is also very good to me!"

The little girl's body trembled, and it seemed quite difficult for her to say this statement.

Li Jiancheng couldn't help laughing, and said: "Okay, what will your eldest son do to Po Meng?"

Just then Hongshuang opened her eyes tremblingly, seeing the white-haired young man's bright and picturesque face, she suddenly felt relieved.

"Is Granny Meng treating you well?"

Li Jiancheng asked.

Hongshuang carefully glanced at the woman in red not far away, seeing the undisguised worry in her eyes, she nodded firmly.

"Grandma is fine."

Li Jiancheng put his hands on the corners of Hongshuang's eyes, and his fingertips slid from the corners of her eyes to the center of her eyebrows.

The little girl obediently stood there without moving, her black grape-like eyes opened wide, full of trust in him.

Li Jiancheng's heart was burned.

Many people looked at him with such eyes.

Enthusiasm, trust, sincerity... Those long pasts have always existed in a corner of his heart, and then one day, they suddenly jumped out and burned into his heart like a raging fire.

Li Jiancheng moved his hand away, and a golden sword mark fell between the little girl's eyebrows. Huaguang flashed past, and the sword mark disappeared without a trace.

Hongshuang rubbed her head in bewilderment, feeling a coolness between her brows.

"Well, that Hongshuang will live a good life with her mother-in-law."

"Is the young master leaving?"

Hongshuang carefully tugged the hanging sleeves of Young Master Xuanyi, quite reluctant.

"Well, I'll see you later."

"Great."

Seeing the disappearing figure of Young Master Xuanyi, Hongshuang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's great that the eldest son can return to the world, so he didn't die."

"What's not dead?" The red-clothed woman, the original body of Meng Po, finally dared to take a breath after the person left, and stepped forward to poke the little girl's forehead fiercely, "It's not the one who dies, What are you little girl—"

Po Meng fell silent.

"Mother-in-law?" Hongshuang tilted her head, looking at the beautiful woman in front of her in doubt.

"You little girl, what kind of luck do you have..."

Po Meng looked at the sword marks looming between her brows, her eyes were full of shock.

The little girl she picked up could actually have a relationship with that Highness?

Granny Meng's heart was itchy, but she still remembered Yan Jun's warning, and she didn't dare to ask or find out the connection between them. She only believed that the little girl she raised had met His Highness's eyes, and she was blessed.

Since then, he has paid more attention to the little girl.

Not to mention the future, after Li Jiancheng walked out of the gate of hell, he stood at the junction of the world and the underworld, looking at the sky in the distance.

It was dawn at this time, and the morning light was faintly falling through the clouds, covering the gray clouds with a golden veil.

There is still a thin morning mist in the world under the sky, and the world looks even more illusory here.

The dim daylight hit him softly, the black clothes added a bit of color, but the bright yellow hem was shrouded in the darkness of the underworld.

Li Jiancheng stood at the boundary between the human world and the underworld, behind him was the thick and sticky darkness, but in front of him was the dew of Xintong with the faint light of dawn.

His expression was hidden in Frost Snow's long hair, only the slightly raised corners of his lips could be vaguely seen.

In the eyes of those who came, this young master Wushuang, who is always on and off, really does not look like a guest on earth.

"is it?"

The white-haired young man turned his face slightly, his amber eyes filled with the colors of the West Lake.

Suddenly, the visitor spoke out what was in his heart.

"Long time no see, little friend's demeanor is even worse than before."

The Taoist led by Eguanbo stroked his beard and said calmly.

"It's the same for the old man. His style is still the same as before."

Li Jiancheng laughed loudly, and walked out from the intersection of darkness and light.

No matter how many times he watched it, Ning Daoqi still felt that among the countless arrogances he had seen in his life, none of them could compare to this young man in black clothes who walked in the morning light.

It is as solemn as the wind under the pine, high and slow.

"Little friend, have you figured it out?"

When Ning Daoqi saw his despicable body, he knew that the other party had probably broken free from the initial demon barrier, and he smiled with relief.

"Something happened."

Li Jiancheng said: "My dearest relatives help me escape from the delusion, my old friends remember my first years for me, and my old friends push me...remembering the heart of the sword."

"Oh?" Ning Daoqi's eyes lit up. He didn't specifically find out about this little friend's past, but he was very interested in the way he cultivated.

But in the past, Li Jiancheng couldn't say a word for ten days and eight days, and he was very righteous in the cold, and Ning Daoqi could only keep his curiosity in his heart.

"In Huangquan, I met an old man when I was young." Li Jiancheng smiled slightly, "It can be regarded as one of the thrusts in the direction of the practice of swordsmanship today."

He no longer wants to see someone shed blood and die for him.

Therefore, when Ye Ying asked him why he cultivated the sword, he answered like that.

"Disciple Li Jiancheng, with the sword in his hand, he is willing to guard my original aspiration, protect what I protect, and wish to bless my human race forever."

Then he traveled thousands of years to the ancient era. Under its influence, although his mentality has changed, his swordsmanship is still indomitable, and the heart of the sword has never deviated a bit.

"Although I am not a guest in the world, I am cultivating the way of the world."

Li Jiancheng and Ning Daoqi passed by, smiling indifferently, just like the Zhaoming Sword Immortal Prince Changqin saw for the first time in the chaos.

It is popular all over the world, and the fire shines all over the world.

It's a hero, it's wind, it's wine.

It is the way of the world.

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