[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

It was almost late at night when Mu Xianfeng settled down on the jade steps and flew back, but the lanterns in Yunxuan were still bright, like daytime.

Long Su has always disliked darkness, so wherever he is, it will always be where Minghui is, just like himself.

Mu Xianfeng looked at the master who had been lying in the original posture since they left during the day, and felt a pang of distress in his heart, and couldn't help complaining about the person who insisted on dragging his master into the world of mortals.

Long Su opened his closed eyes, lay on the soft couch and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, such a pure color could not even be compared to the thickness of the best ink in the world, even though there were countless bright stars on it. , but the people watching still can't see how deep and heavy the blackness is...

"Master, it's cold at night, you still have injuries..." Before Mu Xianfeng finished speaking, Long Su slowly got up from the soft couch.

"Xianfeng, change this clothes for me."

Looking at the eye-catching sword wound on Long Su's back vest, Mu Xianfeng's eyes were slightly red: "Why does this wound seem to be still bleeding after so long? Master, Xianfeng will give you some medicine."

"It's just the price of being immortal." Smiling indifferently, Long Su didn't seem to feel the piercing pain behind him, stretched his body and asked Mu Xianfeng to change his clothes.

"Master, this injury?" With such a deep wound, Mu Xianfeng never believed that anyone in the world today could have such a foundation to hurt the master so far. The only possibility is that the master did not hide at the time. Thinking of this, the expression on his face followed It's ugly, is it the master of the Buddha sword or the master of the sword?

"The Hongchen Sword is nothing more than that." Turning around and seeing Mu Xianfeng's expression, Long Su smiled gently: "Don't worry, it will be fine after a while, even if this sword is still the plan I made against him back then, I believe in the fairy tale of Jianzi That tongue won't let me down."

Speaking of Jianzi Xianji, Mu Xianfeng clearly heard the sound of the master grinding his teeth, it seems that the master's injury will have nothing to do with the Taoist priest Jianzi.

"Xianfeng, if Jianzi comes in the future, remember to sprinkle ten dendrobium pearls at the door, and don't come in if you can't finish picking them up."

"……Yes."

Sure enough, Jianzi came, but it was a bit late, and the palace lanterns spread for ten miles, and the night pearls inside the palace lanterns were like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, exuding a soft halo, illuminating the place leading to the gorgeous and unparalleled person ahead, but Today's road is different from the past.

Jianzi looked at the pearls on the Lantern Road of the Ten Mile Palace, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Daoist Master Jianzi, the paving of ten miles of pearls is the master's wish for the Taoist priest, please accept it." Mu Xianfeng smiled and conveyed her master's meaning, then stepped aside, just a smile on her face. No matter how you try to hide it, you can't hide it.

"Long Su..." With a helpless sound, Jian Zi swung Fu Chen and bent his straight back. At the same time, the sound of the zither wafted from the pavilion ten miles away.

Picking up the sword all the way, Mu Xianfeng followed all the way in the box of pearls, and exchanged another one when it was full. The original resentment towards him and Longsu's injury in my heart was much less, after all, the sword is real now. Picking up one by one.

After picking it up, Jianzi picked it up for three days. In order to let Long Su calm down, it was useless for him to be opportunistic. The intermittent sound of the piano has been accompanying him for three days.

Straightening up, Jianzi looked at the person who was not far away from him, and saw that person sitting in front of the white jade piano holding tea and looking at him with a half-smile, then he knew that unless he finished picking up these pearls, he would not be angry. No matter what, he won't intervene in the muddy water he's drowning in.

Smiling bitterly at Long Su, Jianzi bent down to pick up the pearl resigned to his fate.

"Jianzi, my injury is very serious."

Jianzi paused the hand that was picking up the pearl, then raised his head again to look at the person sitting in the pavilion.

"How's the Buddha sword?" Long Su asked, sipping his tea, ignoring Jian Zi's scrutinizing gaze.

"Sheng Zong has used the Ruyi method to suck out all the evil soldiers and guards in the Buddha's sword."

"Okay." Shaking his fan, Long Su smiled, but a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Sheng Zong is benevolent and righteous, willing to risk his own life for the common people in the world, Long Su admires it, Jian Zi, what do you think?"

"Sacred trace friend Dayi, Jianzi also admires." Jianzi said very sincerely, isn't he admiration, even dare to expose the dragon scales, if you don't admire him, who does he admire?

"Could it be that my friend came to look for Longsu today just to understand the holy trace of righteousness?" Narrowing his eyes slightly, Longsu still looked at Jianzi with a smile. A mere ten miles of pearl grains will be enough.

"No." Jianzi shook his head and didn't care about the pearls on the ground, he landed in the pavilion lightly with his feet: "I came here to sell the gold and silver Lord Deng."

"Ever wiped out the gold and silver of the ten northwestern chiefs overnight?"

"That's right, the holy trace has been sealed by Deng Jiuwu."

After Long Su heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, the timing was just right, this person just became suspicious of Sheng Zong, and the other side came to tell you that Sheng Zong is a good person?

"Sacred trace is dead?"

Jianzi was silent for a while and said truthfully: "There is still a glimmer of life left."

He is really a smart person, but he doesn't know how much leeway this smartness can leave for himself?Long Su poured a cup of tea for Jianzi: "So my friend wants Long Su to accompany him to find out what Deng Jiuwu is?"

"Of course."

"Jianzi, Long Su just said that my injury is very serious."

"My friend's complexion is acceptable."

"My complexion is acceptable to Jianzi, but I don't know the complexion of Xiaoxiao Hongchen, so what does Jianzi look like?"

"..." Master Long Su begged to let go...