Immortal Sword Four + Ancient Sword One Goddess Mu Ying

Jiangdu

"Hua Man Lou?" Ouyang Sang'er looked at the plaque, couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Brother, what do you think Hua Man Lou will do when he sees Hua Man Lou?"

Ouyang Shaogong also laughed, "As Mr. Hua Qi, unless someone tells him, I'm afraid he will never know that there is such a building in this world."

"Hua Man Lou? Is it a person's name?" Xiang Ling looked confused.

Ouyang Shaogong explained: "Everyone doesn't know, Hua Manlou is a friend of my brother and sister."

Seeing what Ouyang Shaogong said, everyone didn't ask any more questions.

Ouyang Shaogong entered Huamanlou, and Jin Niang came out to greet her with a smile on her face. Knowing the purpose of everyone's visit, she didn't say much, and planned to take everyone into her room for divination.

Ouyang Sang'er didn't like it very much, so she didn't follow in. Instead, she greeted Ouyang Shaogong and left Huamanlou.

Ouyang Sang'er looked at the various cakes in the shop, "Drunken jujube cake, osmanthus cake, and jade cake, wrap each one for me." He picked up his own cake and walked towards the inn.

Unexpectedly, before they reached the inn, they heard the sound of fighting.Seeing that everyone was fleeing with their heads in their hands, Ouyang Sang'er felt the fluctuation of spiritual power and was curious, so she walked in the direction against the flow of people.

After walking more than ten feet, Ouyang Sang'er saw Ling Yue wrestling with a girl in white.Ling Yue held a sword, while the weapon of the woman in white was a white and fluffy folding fan. The woman in white had her back to Ouyang Sang'er, and she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only see her knee-length black hair tied into a knot behind her head. A bun, with the rest scattered behind the head.The girl in white was fighting with Ling Yue, looking very relaxed.

"Little Taoist, look at your swordsmanship. It seems that you are under the gate of Tianyong City. We are neighbors after all. I don't intend to hurt you, so don't chase after me." The girl in white was separated from Lingyue. There is a distance of one foot, and it seems to be fighting.

"You hurt someone's life, how can I spare your life?" Ling Yue looked upright and did not budge.

"It's clear that he was disrespectful to me first. I just taught him a little lesson, and it didn't hurt anyone's life." The girl's voice sounded lively, and she seemed to be a woman who was not too old.

"That's right, that brother said vulgar words to this girl, and it's rude first." Hearing this voice, Ouyang Sang'er felt familiar, as if she had only heard it not long ago.

"Lingyue, this person is just fascinated by the illusion, and it's just a nightmare." Ouyang Sang'er noticed that Ouyang Shaogong was guarding next to a middle-aged man with greasy hair and pink noodles, and stood up and explained to Lingyue.

Ling Yue turned around to look at the young master who spoke out, immediately stopped his offensive, knelt down on one knee in the direction of the young master, and saluted: "My disciple pays homage to Master."

Baili Tusu who came later was also taken aback when he saw this scene, and saluted like Lingyue: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

The girl who fought with Lingyue first put away her folding fan, her tone was full of dissatisfaction, but to Ouyang Sang'er's ears, it sounded like she was being coquettish to her elders: "Hey, isn't this the real Ziyin from Tianyong City? Why do you come to Jiangdu when you have time? Why do you still help me, this monster?"

"What are you guys talking about? This is Hua Manlou, not the Ziyin real person that everyone is talking about." Hua Manlou cupped his hands and saluted, and said calmly.

"Lingyue, Tu Su, this is the Seventh Master Huamanlou that I mentioned to Sang'er earlier." Ouyang Shaogong had seen Huamanlou a long time ago, and he didn't think that Huamanlou was similar to real Ziyin. What a big deal.

The woman in white didn't seem to believe it, she walked up to Hua Manlou, pinched Hua Manlou's cheek: "Are you really that old Taoist Murong Ziying?"

When Ouyang Sang'er heard this name, she felt a dull pain in her heart, she couldn't help stroking her heart, this is her, what's wrong?

"Girl, this is Huamanlou, not real Ziyin, nor the Taoist priest Murong Ziying." Huamanlou took a step back unnaturally before saying.

"They look alike." The girl in white didn't bother about their resemblance. She turned to look at Ling Yue with a smile on her face, showing no dissatisfaction with Ling Yue at all: "Since I'm the disciple of Master Ziyin, I I won't argue with you for now. Hmph."

After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and left, ignoring the confusion of Ling Yue and the others behind her.The girl in white turned around, and Ouyang Sang'er could see her face clearly. She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pair of black eyebrows, full of heroism, and a pair of peach blossom eyes, full of affection, small and delicate Nose, not pointy but vermilion lips, she is really a beauty.

But when Ouyang Sang'er was looking at the girl, the white-clothed girl took three steps towards her, ran over, hugged Ouyang Sang'er's waist tightly, and said in her mouth: "Auntie, Heng'er finally found you."

Ouyang Sang'er's hand, which was about to pat the girl in white on the back, froze in mid-air. After a long while, he said, "You, what are you talking about, what?"

"?" The girl in white clothes who called herself Heng'er was already full of tears, she was stunned for a while, as if she suddenly remembered something, she suddenly pulled up Ouyang Sang'er's right hand, and saw the crimson fan-shaped mark.

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, this is the Qiankun Fan, this is the Qiankun Fan." Heng'er hugged Ouyang Sang'er again, crying and laughing: "I am Tao Heng, aunt, I am Tao Heng, and I am Heng Er."

Ouyang Sang'er was hugged by Tao Heng, unable to break free, looked at Tao Heng helplessly, and patted her on the back: "..."

"........."

The people standing aside saw this scene, but they didn't speak.

The author has something to say: I suddenly want the heroine to go to Three Lives Three Worlds Ten Miles of Peach Blossom