After the battle of the Wei River, she had already cut off her connection with her natal sword, and naturally believed that her natal sword had been destroyed and turned into a meteorite that fell to nowhere.

However, just at that moment, she suddenly touched a trace of the breath of her natal sword.

The practitioner has a wonderful connection with his natal sword itself. Her body resonates with vitality in an instant, and thus senses the existence of her natal sword.

But this feeling only existed for a very short time and was cut off by herself.

The lost natal sword resonated again, it could only be that her natal sword had been controlled by someone.

As long as it is controlled by someone, the connection between the natal sword and her is very likely to allow the controller to sense her existence and even capture the general direction where she is.

So even though she had an indescribable desire for this natal sword, at that moment, she still cut off her connection with the natal sword at the first moment.

Not to mention a hero who cuts his arm, even if he dies, Zhao Jianlu's people never lack such courage. However, for Zhao Jianlu's practitioners, since the sword is life, as long as the sword he lost still exists in the world, he must be retrieved with his own hands.

The iron pot floated in the blazing flames, and the fish soup inside was instantly roasted, and the fish meat was roasted into charcoal, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Si was unaware of it and looked back at Changling.

At that moment just now, she could at least sense that her sword existed in Changling.

Deep in the Changling Palace, clean light rays softly from the courtyard in the refraction of crystals, shining on the spiritual lotus pond. The spiritual energy is vague and it seems to be completely different from being in the human world.

Zheng Xiu, who was so perfect, didn't look like a woman in the world, had an unspeakable rhythm in the depths of his eyes, and even the spiritual lotus in front of her seemed to tremble in fear.

Her brows frowned deeply.

In perception, the Zhao Jianlu's natal sword still floated in the endless altitude, always entangled in the pale white spark, and was forced to undergo tempering and change.

She was just a normal practice and did not want to deliberately search for Zhao Si's existence through this sword.

She didn't want anyone to know that the sword fell into her hands, including Zhao Si.

Zhao Si's reaction was also extremely decisive, so she could not even be sure that this natal sword had a momentary connection with Zhao Si, but she clearly felt a strange aura.

She once again clearly felt that someone's energy during cultivation had a subtle disturbance to the heaven and earth vitality she came into contact with during her practice.

The Xutian Divine Art has always been the most mysterious and powerful skill of the Minshan Sword Sect. She only knows that the Xutian Divine Art is powerful, but she does not know what the Xutian Divine Art is. Moreover, in the subconscious of any practitioner, the Xutian Divine Art cannot be understood quickly, so she has never associated such a change with the young man in the wine shop.

She just vaguely felt that a practitioner who practiced unique skills appeared in Changling.

And this practitioner... made her very unhappy.

...

A letter was sent from Minshan Sword Sect and eventually fell into a room in the Guanzhong Guild Hall of Changling.

The master in charge looked at the old shopkeeper's neatness of signing and printing without any hesitation. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "Young Master's letter is of great importance. Don't you need to ask the master?"

The elderly shopkeeper was very calm in his work and did not rush to reply. He first steadily stamped the print, and then took out several red posts.

Looking at the slightly burnt end of the red posts, the cautious master completely changed his face, and even his voice changed a little, "Shopkeeper, are you..."

"The master has already explained that the matter of Master Ding Ning is the most important thing for the Xie family, so this has nothing to do with the young master's meaning." The old shopkeeper signaled the master to polish the ink for him, and said at the same time: "This is what Master wants. Both the master and the Xie family owe him the kindness."

The master was stunned.

The old shopkeeper couldn't help but look up, laughed, and continued, "Although the young master had not entered the top ten in the Minshan Sword Association, he defeated the former number one talent in the Talent Book with the Shen family, and he can still stay in the Minshan Sword Sect. The eldest lady even went directly to the top ten in the Minshan Sword Sect. This has not been done in Guanzhong for many years? Who was able to enter the Minshan Sword Sect before, was not a son of the Houmen or the nephew of the general in the army?"

After pausing, the old shopkeeper's smile became even more proud: "Which Guanzhong person doesn't have any face on his face at this Minshan Sword Meeting? This time, my Xie family asked them to work together, which of them would not help?"

The master took a deep breath and wanted to say something else.

The old shopkeeper looked at him meaningfully and said slowly: "Business has its own profits and losses. No matter whether it is a loss or a profit, what you need in the end is face, reputation, and how many people you support. You can't repay kindness in order to do it. How can business last for a long time? Why bother with temporary gains and losses?"

"You're right."

The master suddenly woke up, bowed respectfully and then began to grind the ink.

...

A carriage with a black dome like an umbrella slowly advanced through the streets and alleys of Changling and headed towards Zhoujia Moyuan.

Looking at the carriage, even some officials in black clothes were in charge of alert along the way were a little confused. Why did they come to Moyuan twice in just a few days with the identity of Ye Sishou?

The black carriage suddenly stopped when it was more than ten feet away from the gate of Moyuan.

A handsome black-clothed Tianshi official quickly walked to the side of the carriage, bowed deeply to the carriage, and reported in an extremely low and fast voice: "Just half an hour ago, the Xie family in Guanzhong sent a letter from Jiaowei, asking for help from major chambers of commerce in Guanzhong, and requesting the major chambers of commerce in Guanzhong to help acquire two drugs, Tianmoluo and Wolf Poison Flower. Tianmoluo greatly encouraged the spirit of the practitioners and increased the flow of qi and blood in a short time, but the large amount caused psychedelics. Wolf Poison Flower is even more of a fire poison. Eating it with excessive qi and blood will easily cause rotten sores, and both inside and outside will be defeated."

"I don't want to listen to these nonsense." Ye Ce's cold and powerful voice sounded clearly in the carriage. "You should understand what I want to know."

The young official of the Tianshi Office immediately sweated slightly on his forehead and said more respectfully: "I found out that Xie Changsheng sent a letter from the Minshan Sword Sect. The specific deeper reasons are still being investigated."

"Go."

Two words were circulated in the carriage.

The black carriage continued to move towards the gate of Moyuan, and the young official of the Tianshi Office immediately felt like he was amnesty and left quickly with his head down.

No one stopped him.

Shao Haren, who was still sitting on the bamboo mat, didn't even raise his eyelids.

When the black carriage passed through the outer garden and approached the small courtyard where Ding Ning lived, the curtain of the car door swung silently out.

Ye Ce, dressed in white, sat quietly in the carriage. She looked at the quiet Moyuan in front of her, but her eyes were filled with infinite emotion.
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