The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

After looking back at the situation in Qixiufang, and pointing out the practice of the disciples in the workshop, Wu Xingyun simply left the affairs to Lin Shiyin again, and dragged his little partner to Yihua Palace.

Lin Shiyin has been completely transformed in the past five years, and Wu Xingyun said that it is really great.

Bai picked up a student who is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is a good hand in family business, and is quite talented in martial arts, so that she can feel at ease without worrying about the future.

"You have to thank me, young master."

Tang Wule stretched his gleaming silver fingertips, and sauntered ahead.

"If I hadn't made a bet with Wang Lianhua at that time, you wouldn't have found such a useful man."

"Tch," Wu Xingyun said angrily, "Couldn't it be that when you and Young Master Qianmian got into each other's pits, you hurt someone, and you just put me here."

"But you've done a good job in this matter. A good girl like Shiyin was almost ruined by those two stinky men."

"At least Xiao Li Tanhua is reliable in big things."

"That's useless, sooner or later you will be killed by yourself."

"I said, can you explain the cause and effect to me?"

Opening his eyes from the light sword, Li Jiancheng, who had checked the situation of the prince Changqin, watched the discussion with his friends in a daze, deeply feeling that he was excluded.

"Don't you know it just by looking at it?" Tang Wule waved his hand: "What else do we need to popularize?"

"That is to say, I can't spy on your private affairs without your consent."

Li Jiancheng was wronged, the conscience of heaven and earth, even the fate line of Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun before, he didn't see it on purpose. In his eyes, the fate of mortals is like flowers blooming in front of the court, which is nothing more than an ordinary scene.

And the little friends have embarked on the road of cultivation on their own. Although it is not difficult, they can't do it casually.

"Ok."

Wu Xingyun said: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that not long after we came to this world, Wu Le didn't know each other because of a herb and Prince Thousand Faces Wang Lianhua. Afterwards, they made a bet and it affected Lin Shiyin. Someone sent it to me."

"Stop, I don't need to mention that I don't know Miss Lin very well, but Wang Lianhua? Young Master Thousand Faces?"

Li Jiancheng thought for a while about the coquettish little beauty he picked up earlier, yo, is she really a stubble?

"Did you really save me?"

Wu Xingyun said this, took out a small gold ornament from his purse, and handed it to him.

The gold ornament was carved into a delicate ginkgo leaf shape, shining with gold in the sky.

"Is this from Zhaoming's hairband?" Tang Wule leaned over to take a look, and his tone was a bit tasteful: "Why is his hair accessory here with you?"

"I picked it up with Shen Lang when I was looking for Wang Lianhua." Wu Xingyun explained.

The little friend's things, especially Li Zhaoming's, all carry his own spiritual power, so she was able to confirm that it was the little friend when she picked up this small gold ornament in the collapsed mountain.

Li Jiancheng took the hair ornament and put it back on the headband silently, really not knowing how to answer.

Tsk tsk, it's so obvious, you two haven't figured it out yet?

After several days of onlookers, Li Jiancheng now has an inexplicable feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

"The news of the duel on the top of the Forbidden City has come out, is Yaoyue going to the imperial city?"

Tang Wule breathed a sigh of relief when he got the answer he thought of, and immediately changed the subject.

When mentioning the friends he met in this world, Wu Xingyun was indeed distracted.

"Indeed, but at this moment, something is wrong with that... apprentice of hers. It should be something over there. Otherwise, with her medical skills, she wouldn't be able to invite me over there."

"That is to say, your friend Yaoyue is in a hurry?"

Li Jiancheng changed his posture and sat on the light sword, and floated over slowly.

"Come on, point me in the direction, and I'll take you straight there."

If he didn't want to watch the gossip of his friends, he would have proposed this idea early in the morning.

Embroidered jade valley, moved flower palace.

This sect, which has the prestige of "Martial Arts Forbidden Area" in the Jianghu, does not seem to be as indifferent and strict as the outside world guessed.

In the extremely luxuriously decorated room, a woman dressed as the White House in January was lying in front of the couch, holding a somewhat round hand, healing her wounds with her own true energy.

The long hair like flowing clouds flowed down, making her face even sweeter and more delicate.

It's just that there is clearly lingering sadness in that sweet face.

The woman in white palace attire stood quietly behind her, with a calm expression, as if the person lying unconscious on the bed was not her disciple, as if the anxious and haggard woman in front of her was not her sister who had been with her for many years.

Her skin is as transparent as jade, standing there coldly like an ice sculpture, all emotions are sealed in the deepest part, no one can see what is hidden in her icy eyes.

But she was born with a unique magical power that attracted people to look at her involuntarily, and because of her unattainable temperament, no one dared to look up at her stunning face.

The maids who came and went carefully avoided her, not daring to make the slightest sound.

After a long while, the woman lying beside the bed stopped sending her true energy and sighed faintly.

"Wu Que is still having nightmares, sister, I..."

"You have guarded him for a long time."

The woman's lotus steps moved lightly, and the skirt of the white palace dress meandered across the ground, but there was not even a trace of wind.

"Lian Xing, go back and rest."

Lian Xing, the second lord of Yihua Palace, raised her head, her beautiful eyes were already flushed, "I can't let it go, everything is still so small..."

"You need rest."

Yaoyue's voice was a little harsh, "Lian Xing, be obedient."

Then, her expression softened a little, and she said lightly: "Xingyun should be here, next I look at him, Ayu is still outside, don't make him worry."

When Xu Shi heard someone's name, Lian Xing's eyes lit up a little, she looked back at Hua Wu Que, whose eyes were still closed, her face was pale, and she nodded silently.

"Send the second palace lord to rest."

"Yes, Grand Palace Master."

After Yao Yue's order, the maid who had been waiting at the side respectfully responded, and carefully helped Lian Xing to leave.

For a moment, there was only a lone white figure standing in the room.

Yaoyue sat on the edge of the bed very slowly, and stretched out her hand to take over what Lianxing had just done.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes drifted and flickered, and finally fell on Hua Wuque with a pale face.

Someone around him seemed to be shouting something, and Yaoyue's brows and eyes suddenly became sharp:

"If you want him to die, just keep disturbing him!"

This intimidation was obviously very effective, and the faint prying breath in the air dissipated a little.

But Yaoyue could still feel a look, with extremely complicated emotions, falling on the hand she was touching with the child.

"Ah."

Now I know I am worried, what did I do earlier?

Oh, but she forgot.

The fateful mandarin ducks went to die for love, huh.

The author has something to say:

So what, do you still remember my private settings for Yihua Palace and Wugou Villa? This book will be used later...

Although it's useless, it's still a demining: Yaoyue and Lianxing don't like Jiang Feng!

感谢在2020-01-0501：12：40～2020-01-0519：00：00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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