Xianghe

Since he was not in a hurry, Yuan Qinghui wanted to finish one thing before going back.

He sneaked back to Baiyutai.

This place is already a desolate scene now, and there is no one there.

When Xianghe was still here back then, he didn't even have the qualifications to step on this step, but now, no one else even wants to look at the ruins.

It can't be said to be a ruin, because everything that should be there is still there, but it is too empty and desolate, and there is no longer the prosperity and prosperity of the past.

I heard that not long after I fell into a god, Xianghe began to be demoted step by step, and this place is getting more and more deserted. It stands to reason that after a certain level of official rank, you can't live in Baiyutai, but he is different. , but some expenses were reduced, but at the end of the Fallen Angel, he still lived here.

After looking around to make sure there was no one there, Yuan Qinghui tiptoed into Baiyutai.

Came out dingy again.

It was originally a ruin, but after turning the inside upside down, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

I don't bother to restore it to him, anyway, even if I come back, Xianghe will not live here anymore, and this place will only become more and more deserted in the future.

"Huh? You mean that sword? Let me think about it."

In the end, I had no choice but to go to Si Wen, it didn't seem too long, but Si Wen didn't pay too much attention to such trivial matters, so after thinking about it with her for a long time, I still had no clue.

Finally, Si Wen offered him a trick.

Generally, this kind of thing is finally handled by the treasury, so let him go to the steward of the treasury to ask.

Then I went to the treasurer's room, and then, the manager said that the sword was put away by the Emperor of Heaven.

Yuan Qinghui is very speechless, it's just a broken sword, without the nourishment of Xianghe's spiritual power, it is probably a rusty sword now, and it can be left behind by the Emperor of Heaven, and it is made into a sword for him. A hard mode.

To take or not to take, that is the question.

As a result of this question, Yuan Qinghui planned to seek the sword openly and aboveboard.

The reason is not important anymore, just say that the Martial God Officer wants it, let's see if he will give it to him, and if he doesn't, then think of a way.

Entering the Lingxiao Palace, but found that the person was not in the palace.

Thinking that time was running out and he couldn't spend it here all the time, Yuan Qinghui decided to visit his bedroom again.

It is strange that he is not in the bedroom either.

So where else would he go?

Yuan Qinghui looked at the time, it seemed that it was getting late, and if he didn't see him again, he would have to wait until tomorrow.

Wanting to go down quickly, although Si Wen said there was no problem, Yuan Qinghui was still flustered, at least he had to make sure that the person was always under his nose to confirm his safety.

Yuan Qinghui thought about it and decided to find it by himself.

It's just a broken sword, and no one will care if it is lost. Even if it is really pursued, as long as it is done cleanly, no one will suspect him.

The transformation carefully avoided the guards outside the dormitory, and sneaked into his dormitory.

Since the broken sword is with him, it can only be in his bedroom.

This time, he couldn't rummage through things as generously as last time. Many things had to be restored to their original state after being rummaged through, and he had to be wary of the guards who were always patrolling the dormitory. Yuan Qinghui's heart was beating non-stop.

The sleeping hall was quite big, but it was unusually empty. Apart from the pile of complicated ornaments, there were not many personal things of his.

I searched all the places where I could put things inside and out, but I couldn't find them anywhere.

Strange, didn't it mean that he was detained by the Emperor of Heaven?How could it not be anywhere, and this thing can be lost?Even if it is lost, it is just a broken sword and no one will covet it.

Wouldn't it have already entered the garbage dump of Tiangong?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and Yuan Qinghui's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. It wasn't that he didn't want Xianghe to find it, but that it was really hard to find.

Looking around at the furnishings in the hall, Yuan Qinghui suddenly focused his eyes on one thing.

It was floating above the incense burner, a crystal ball that was as gorgeous as a starry sky inside, and the purple brilliance like a night formed a very poor contrast with the crystal outside the crystal ball.

magic.

There seems to be a strange magic power on this thing, which attracts Yuan Qinghui to get close to him.

It's very strange, how can there be such a thing full of demonic energy in the Tiangong, which is so vast with immortal energy?

Realizing his original shape, Yuan Qinghui approached the crystal ball step by step.

I always feel like I want to touch this thing.

Getting closer and closer, until his hand was about to touch the object, as if someone hit the back of the head with a sap, Yuan Qinghui finally remembered something, turned and went straight to the bed.

That was the place Yuan Qinghui hadn't turned over just now, climbed onto the bed, turned around, and saw the light sword hanging on the head of the bed.

This made Yuan Qinghui a little embarrassed.

Since the sword is hanging here, it must be something that the Emperor of Heaven can see every day. If it is really stolen by him, it must be discovered immediately. If it is really detected, it will be really difficult.

After thinking for a long time, Yuan Qinghui began to hesitate whether to ask him for a sword after meeting him tomorrow?

At this moment, a sound came from outside the bedroom.

Yuan Qinghui hurriedly hid aside.

I couldn't find this person just now, but now he suddenly appeared, and he didn't seem to come from a very far away, as if... No, no, no, Yuan Qinghui didn't dare to think about that person who seemed to be , if that was the case, he would have been discovered long ago.

As soon as he appeared in the bedroom, he summoned a pair of maids.

"Pack up."

It's a bit strange.

Yuan Qinghui saw that he was walking in the direction where he was, and the mosquito that turned into a mosquito didn't even dare to flap its wings, and hung on the bed curtain, so scared that his back was sweating.

But he saw that person walking straight towards the bed!

What to do, what to do, if he finds out, he will not be able to explain it clearly, how can he explain to him that there are mosquitoes in Tiangong?

When the man approached step by step, through the eyes of the mosquito, Yuan Qinghui could also see the black undercurrent in the man's eyes, like an abyss, which cannot be pryed into.

Wait, wait, don't come over, don't come over, don't-

Huh?But the man just walked to the bed, picked up the light sword hanging on the bed, and threw it on the ground casually: "Take this away too, and replace it with the sword sent by Tianjian a few days ago. "

"Yes." It was the response of the maids behind him, and then Yuan Qinghui saw them step forward and take the sword away.

The things that are not needed will end up in the "garbage dump" of the Heavenly Palace. It just so happens that by following these maids, he can take the sword away, and no one will blame him.

I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. When he came to steal the sword, it was the time when the sword was about to be scrapped.

However, there is still a problem.

This person has been sitting on the bed and meditating cross-legged, he just refuses to leave!

It was almost dawn, and the night was over.

As a dedicated mosquito, Yuan Qinghui's hands and feet were going to be sore.

Breathing can only be suppressed to the lightest, because if it is too big, this person will definitely find out. The most important thing for a cultivator is breathing.

He didn't dare to move, couldn't move his position, so he kept this mural-like posture and blended into the bed curtain.

This person is also very powerful, he has been motionless all night, wishing to breathe lighter than himself.

After nightfall, the maids went out one after another, and there were only two of them left in the room.

It was as quiet as if there was nothing.

Obtaining this sword is even more troublesome than the last one.

Yuan Qinghui vowed that he would never be so impatient again, and he must follow the formal procedures to get things honestly, cleverness is not a thing, and shortcuts are not allowed.

I really want to confirm whether this person is asleep or just meditating. Why is there no movement at all, but I dare not try it myself, so I can only lie on the bed curtain and continue to wait.

When the morning of the second day came, Yuan Qinghui finally got over it.

My hands and feet were so sore that I couldn't feel it, but I still bumped and went straight to the "garbage dump" after the person left, for fear that if I was a step too late, the thing would be buried in the deepest place where I couldn't find it, or even be buried by someone else. He walked along as he could see.

When I ran over, my feet were still numb. After I rushed over excitedly when I saw that thing, I sprained my feet again because I was not sensitive.

Tell yourself again that you must never take shortcuts in the future, the shortcuts are all deceitful.

Yuan Qinghui got the sword, staggered and flew down the boundary.

This is your own sword, you must protect it carefully, and don't lose it again.

However, you should only lose the sword I gave you.

It really hurts to think about it, but soon there is no time for heartache, because he was distracted by other things.

"Why did he go to the next place so quickly? He dared to challenge the next one after he ate the shell of the previous one. Did he die?"

The little pointer rarely felt that he was justified, and said weakly in front of Yuan: "How did I know that he would be so anxious? He didn't even tell us, and now he doesn't even know where he went."