[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

The solemn and solemn Liufa Tiangong in the past is only depressed and quiet today. Long Su came down with a gorgeous and precious light, and his steps were calm and condescending, showing no sign that he was in the right place at the moment. The state is so upright that people feel that this is his place, and it should come and go freely.

Long Su walked calmly, but there was a strong vigilance flashing in the depths of his eyes. Once he entered the Liufa Tiangong, he felt the innate aura. Presumably, this aura was the national teacher Bei Chenyin relied on very much. up.

The corner of the mouth hidden under the dragon fan raised an arc. The majestic innate man lives in a small northern country and guards the country's dragon aura. What kind of thoughts are in it? If he judges others by himself, it is very important Ten, it seems that this national teacher from Beiyu is one of the people he is looking for.

Without making a sound, Long Su acted as if no one was there, and walked towards the original target, the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Just as he was about to step into the Sutra Pavilion of Liufa Tiangong, the person hidden in the dark finally couldn't help but make a sound.

"Dragon head of the dignified Confucian school, this small event will be held in a dark room. If you say it, I'm afraid it will make you laugh."

Before Jun Fengbai used the Hongchen Sword Manual to correct him in the Jianghu, and Aoxiao Hongchen counted all the grievances between him and Junfengbai in the past on him. Now that these days have passed, he is still a Confucianist The only master, the immortal body and part of the evil soldiers are also accommodated in his body. Although he still has people with scruples in this world, this person will definitely not be the mouse who only hides in the dark and talks to him now.

Long Su stopped walking, shook the dragon fan in his hand and said with a leisurely smile, "If your Excellency is willing, you can talk about it yourself. After all, this kind of thing has already been done before, and you might as well pursue it later."

The Division of Geography's eyes sank. Shulou Longsu's scheming and fearlessness seemed to exceed his expectations. It seemed that even if he broke with the righteous way, the immortality of the bloodthirsty clan still gave him a lot of confidence.

After quickly calculating the possibility and pros and cons of wooing, the Geography Secretary laughed twice and came out from the dark.

"Dragon Shou was joking, but I don't know what is in the Sutra Pavilion of Liufa Tiangong that can make Long Shou come here in person? If I'm lucky, I can help Long Shou."

Seeing the person who came out, Long Su narrowed his eyes reflexively. Although his hair almost completely covered his face, he could still vaguely see some faces through the gaps.

This face is very artistic, even more artistic than the faces he has seen from now to before. A person who can have such a face is obviously not born with it. Even if he has, this person should not live long, let alone cultivated. Innate level of skill.

Since it is not innate, it is acquired, and the biggest possibility is that it is developed through practice.

Long Su rowed through the martial arts classics he knew one by one in his mind, and then suddenly, if he guessed right, it should be the source of bipolar heart.

The person in front of him has practiced the Lanruo Sutra in Lanruo Temple, and the meaning here is obvious without guessing.

The moment he was playing with the fan in his hand, Long Su smiled modestly and politely at the Secretary of Geography: "If you can do this, Mr. will relieve Long Su's worries, and Long Su will definitely repay you in the future."

The Department of Geography was overjoyed when he heard the words. In his opinion, since Shulou Longsu is in the right way, even if he can rely on his own strength to protect himself, there are still many times when he is unable to do what he wants. At this time, accepting his affection is a gift. It's a pity that the Department of Geography doesn't know Long Su well. If Jianzi was present, seeing Long Su's humble and polite smile would flash as far away as possible.

One of the keys to the double Buddhas turned out to be the Buddha certificate. Long Su pondered for a while, then smiled at the geographer who was waiting for his answer: "Now that the Buddha sword is dead, the Buddha certificate has also sunk into the quagmire with it. Your Excellency It shouldn’t be difficult to take what I think.”

"Okay, if there is an accident, I hope the dragon head will help me then."

"If there is an accident, Long Su will express his sincerity, please." When the goal was achieved, Long Su said it readily.

"Wait a minute."

"En? Does the national teacher have other things?"

"No, I just suddenly remembered something."

"What's the matter?"

"Even though the Buddha Sword is said to have died, Jianzi Xianji is still alive..."

"Haha..." After a burst of wild laughter, Long Su ignored the geography secretary and left Liufa Tiangong.

The Department of Geography did not get angry at Long Su's rampant and defiant attitude. He just smiled coldly, turned around and sent a message to his own body. Shulou Longsu has been [-]% sure that he has judged the right way of suffering, and this person can be used for the time being .

Sheng Zong who received the letter silently looked at Jianzi Xianji who was leisurely drinking the tea from his collection, and inexplicably felt a kind of unhappiness in his heart, obviously this person had a golden sword stuck in his body, and his life was like a dying candle. It's still such a leisurely and carefree look, it's really annoying!

"Sword."

"En? Sheng Zong? What's the matter?" Seeing Sheng Zong's hesitant expression on his face, Jianzi raised his eyebrows and took a sip of tea before asking.

"I have some news, I don't know if I should tell it or not?"

Jianzi saw that there was a slight hesitation on Sheng Zing's face, and there was even more regret in his eyes. His eyebrows moved, but the corners of his mouth curved into a smile and said, "My friend Sheng Zing, it's really not in line with your style to speak so hesitantly."

"I said, Jianzi, you have to be mentally prepared."

Seeing Sheng Zing's serious look, Jianzi restrained his relaxed expression slightly: "What is it that is so serious that my friend is so hesitant?"

"As far as I know, Buddha Sword is dead."

With a bang, the sword spilled the cup in his hand, and he stood up from the stone chair all of a sudden, the place where the golden sword was stuck in his chest began to bleed thinly.

"Jianzi, Mai is excited, your injury can't stand the emotional agitation." Saying this, Sheng Zong hurriedly walked behind Jianzi to calm down his luck.

However, Jian Zi didn't care much and pinched Sheng Zong's shoulder, with such strength that Sheng Zong couldn't help frowning.

"Is this true? Who did it?"

"I heard that the Buddhist sword was thrown into the swamp while chasing and killing Shulou Longsu. I don't know the exact situation."

"Long Su?!" Jian Zi staggered under his feet: "Is it Long Su? That's right, they are both at the peak of the three religions. If anyone can do this, it must be Yi..." He murmured softly, Jianzi sat back down, with a very dull expression on his face, as if he was so sad that he didn't express it.

"Jianzi, are you alright?"

Jianzi looked at Sheng Zong's concerned face and closed his eyes in pain: "Sheng Zong, I want to be quiet."

"Okay..." Sheng Zong hesitated for a moment and patted Jianzi's shoulder: "Jianzi, you have to take good care of your body, otherwise Buddha Sword...hey...forget it, I'll leave first and let you be alone. "

When Sheng Zong turned around and walked out, Jianzi opened his eyes and sat there watching his leaving back, an obscure light flashed in his solemn eyes that lasted for a long time.

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