Buddha played a big game of chess

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that there is an unrivaled sword, and no weapon in the past 500 years can match it.

There is a man named Zhu Meng, who is bold, brave and magnanimous by nature. He founded the Luoyang Lion Hall and has a great reputation in the Jianghu. Sima Chaoqun had to mention another person.

That person likes purple clothes and prefers purple. He is not only a good brother of Sima Chaoqun, but also the real behind-the-scenes master of the 39th Road Escort. He also has a famous name in the Jianghu. He is known as Ziqi Donglai. - Zhuo Donglai.

These three well-known men in the Jianghu are all looking for the same woman - Die Wu.I heard that this woman named Die Wu is beautiful, noble and very good at dancing.

Zhuo Donglai wanted to look for her, and Zhu Meng wanted to look for her.

Beauty is always under the skin and disappears in a blink of an eye. How many people in the world can understand this truth and know this way.However, even those who know this principle and the way in their hearts will also be deceived by beauty, fall into the vortex of emotions, and sink willingly.

Yang Jian and Ao Cunxin had just arrived here, so they inquired about this plane from the land, and the unparalleled sword mentioned by the land made Ao Cunxin curious, and she couldn't help showing a little pride, "Hmph, what kind of legendary sword, is it as powerful as this one that cuts immortals?"

"No matter how powerful the weapons in the world are, they are nothing more than mortal objects. This Immortal Slayer is an ancient artifact, so it is incomparable."

Yang Jian just smiled.He smiled at Ao Cunxin's stupid look of holding the sword in his hand to compete with human weapons, and he stretched out his hand to pat Ao Cunxin's head dotingly, "Cunxin, do you want to see the tear-stained sword? "Yang Jian naturally knew the thoughts in Ao Cunxin's heart, otherwise, how could he compete with a mere mortal thing like that.

Chang'an...

The quaint streets of Chang'an are no longer noisy during the day. After the hustle and bustle of the day fades away, Chang'an at night seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is full of surging turbulence.

It was at this time that Yang Jian appeared in Chang'an City with Ao Cunxin.

Chang'an City is beautiful, Chang'an has many heroes, and Chang'an has Sima Chaoqun.

Chang'an, Chang'an, Chang'an...

Ao Cunxin remembered that she had been to this street before. Although there were many changes, she still recognized the appearance of this street. Her memory seemed to be rewinding, and a woman in a goose yellow shirt appeared in her mind. , the woman held her hand delicately in front of her, blocking Yang Jian who was chasing her, there was also a man dressed in white, with a wine bag in one hand and a flying knife in the other, and a young man with a sword.

Chang'an, Chang'an not only has the legendary Sima Chaoqun of this plane, not only the human sword that is widely rumored in the world today, but also the traces of Li Xunhuan's past existence.It's a pity that when Ao Cunxin came to Chang'an City again, he only had memories, and he no longer had the three people who were by his side.

"Yang Jian, do you think I can go to the underworld to see Big Brother, Xiaohong and A Fei?" After arriving in Chang'an, Ao Cunxin was quite sad when he remembered that it was only a short time ago, but a long time passed by all of a sudden.She really didn't expect that she could return to this plane, but unfortunately she could no longer see Li Xunhuan who smiled gently at her and brought her back to Li Yuan to take care of her carefully, nor could she see Li Xunhuan who was always dressed in a suit. The goose yellow shirt is charmingly smiling at her good friend Sun Xiaohong who chats with her all night, and she can't see the swordsman A Fei who takes good care of her because of Sun Xiaohong.

"Inch heart..."

Yang Jian didn't know how to comfort Ao Cunxin, so he could only sigh, and patted Ao Cunxin's shoulder helplessly, "Don't be sad, at least they used to exist."

"Yeah, they used to exist, even now they have... But people in this plane still talk about their affairs."

When returning to this plane, Ao Cunxin not only heard about swords, beauties and heroes, but also heard various deeds about Xiao Li Feidao in restaurants and teahouses.I heard that after Li Xunhuan retired from the world, he did a lot of things incognito.

Hearing someone tell about Li Xun Huan, Ao Cun Xin was happy to listen, but it was not as sad as when he was standing on the street of Chang'an City at this moment when the memories flooded him.Seeing the street scene here and seeing the Dongjuxian Inn that still exists, Ao Cunxin even had the urge to cry.

The current Yang Jian is different from the past. The current Yang Jian understands Ao Cunxin's thoughts, and knows that Ao Cunxin must be thinking about others when he sees things. Although he is upset and uncomfortable, he can only sigh when he sees Ao Cunxin's sad appearance.He stepped forward and grabbed Ao Cunxin's shoulders, wrapping Ao Cunxin in his arms, "Why don't we stay at this Dongjuxian Inn."

Ao Cunxin thought for a while and nodded.

Stepping into the inn, Yang Jian asked for the room he had stayed in, and Ao Cunxin did not separate from Yang Jian this time, and lived in that room with Yang Jian.

The furnishings of this guest room are still the same as before, at most, there is an extra vase in the room, and a few bright flowers are inserted in the vase.

Yang Jian once said that he couldn't bear to hurt living beings, even picking flowers and giving them to Ao Cunxin, he felt guilty about the flowers.So Ao Cunxin looked at Yang Jian, and didn't touch the flowers in the vase, but pushed the window, the air from outside still overflowed into the room, and he could smell the fragrance of the flowers and grass outside.

"Yang Jian, is that sword in Chang'an?" Ao Cunxin actually didn't know where Yang Jian was taking her, and she never asked, but just followed Yang Jian.

"It is a weapon in the world, and it naturally exudes its unique aura. The three-headed dragon can sense this aura, so there is nothing wrong with coming here." Yang Jian put the folding fan in his hand on the table, and the folding fan shook He waved it around, as if asking for credit.

"There is no Xiaotian dog, and there are three Jiaojiao." Ao Cunxin looked sideways at the folding fan on the table, and then eliminated all doubts.

Even if Yang Jian didn't ask the land, he could still find the breath of the sword, thanks to these three Jiao Jiaos, and should be credited to the three Jiao Jiaos.

Yang Jian's appearance is really outstanding. His face is known to many people in Chang'an City. This time, people who know Yang Jian's face still have a big oolong.

Yang Jian likes white and black clothes, and seldom wears clothes of other colors, not to mention the more gorgeous and luxurious purple.

Yang Jian is not the owner of the purple clothes, so he still wears black clothes and has never worn purple clothes.However, he didn't wear purple and didn't have a beard, but he was still misidentified.

It was a very beautiful woman, so beautiful that it made people feel amazing.

The woman was wearing a green dress and long skirt, her brocade-like black hair was beautiful in the wind, a butterfly was dotted on her forehead, she had a resentful expression on her face, and she held an extremely sharp knife in her hand. sword.

"Zhuo Donglai, I'm going to kill you!"

The woman yelled loudly, and attacked Yang Jian again with her sword raised.

Yang Jian was slightly surprised, but suddenly understood.

Standing aside, Ao Cunxin was nervous for a while, and then the slightest bit of nervousness ceased to exist.

That woman is glamorous, three points pure and five points enchanting, and the remaining two points are charming scowls.

Ao Cunxin was not worried because the beautiful woman was not Yang Jian's opponent. Yang Jian dodged with ease, without any damage. In the end, Yang Jian got a little bored of dodging, so he blocked the blow of the sword with the folding fan in his hand.

When the folding fan in Yang Jian's hand collided with the sword, there was a bang sound. The folding fan was so hard that the woman holding the sword was shocked.

"Zhuo Donglai, I want your life!"

"Girl, you made a mistake. My surname is Yang, not Zhuo."

Yang Jian was extremely helpless, but he also knew very well that the person named Zhuo Donglai on this plane was another person who looked similar to him, otherwise he wouldn't be mistaken by this murderous and angry woman .

"Hey, you've got the wrong person. He's Yang Jian, not Zhuo Donglai." Ao Cunxin couldn't hold back anymore, and hurried to Yang Jian's side.

Ao Cunxin was very jealous when Chang'e appeared, but now there is another woman who mistook Yang Jian for Zhuo Donglai, and this woman is so beautiful, Ao Cunxin suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

"How is it possible. Zhuo Donglai, are you afraid that I will kill you, so you deliberately pretend that you are not Zhuo Donglai. Hmph, I have seen your face for so many years, do you think I will admit my mistake?" The woman didn't believe it, and snorted again.

Yang Jian was really helpless, so he had no choice but to say to the woman with a faint smile: "Girl, no matter how hard you look at me, you have something in common with someone you know. Of course, you have to ignore this face."

The woman looked at Yang Jian carefully, and then she noticed that Yang Jian was wearing a black dress and holding a folding fan in her hand, and the woman in pink standing next to Yang Jian was glaring at her, and the woman was a little suspicious at the moment , and asked uncertainly: "Are you really not Zhuo Donglai?"

"My son, Yang Jian, is the second eldest in my family. Everyone calls me Second Master Yang, not Zhuo Donglai as the girl said."

Yang Jian is really helpless. This kind of helplessness makes him helpless. Even if he goes to the Buddha's house and makes a mess, there is no way to eliminate his helplessness. I am afraid that these people are all Buddha's will, so they can only go on like this.

"Okay, I'll check it out!" The woman took another look at Ao Cunxin, then put away her sword and left.

Ao Cunxin hugged Yang Jian's arm, still full of displeasure, "Who does she think she is, that the sword is pointed at you."

"Cun Xin, you noticed that sword." Yang Jian lightly tapped Ao Cun Xin's forehead with a folding fan.

Ao Cunxin hurriedly threw away Yang Jian's arm, raised his hand to rest his forehead, and complained with a pout: "I was concerned about you at the time, so I couldn't care about anything else. What kind of sword is it? Can I have my sword?"

"That sword is the one you want to see." Yang Jian chuckled, for Ao Cunxin's frank expression of his worries and worries for him, the haze caused by Li Xunhuan was swept away in an instant, and became clear stand up.

The author has something to say: 嘤嘤嘤~~~ Lord Zhuo appeared, appeared~~