"My mood is sometimes good and sometimes bad."
"I'll be happy when I see the clouds change and the hills are green."
"I'll also be happy when I see the moon in the sky and the stars in the sky."
"What I hate the most is that you keep asking questions and meddling in other people's business!"
Nan Lingsha glanced at Zhu Minglang fiercely. It was obvious that she was targeting Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang smiled bitterly.
"If you want to find me annoying, just do it. Why do you have to recite a poem …"
She was like June Rain.
She had always been like this.
"Then my relationship with the Sword Sect is actually related to you …"
"I told my sister that you forced my grandmother to marry you on my sister's behalf." Nan Lingsha smiled. Her smile was as beautiful as the silver moon.
"I have a deep relationship with the Sword Sect. When I was young, I spent a lot of time cultivating in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect. One of the Sword Sect's Sword Venerables is my great-grandfather," Zhu Minglang said.
"Since you're a Swordsman, how can you be a dragon master?" Nan Lingsha asked.
Zhu Minglang gave Nan Lingsha a deep look.
She said that other people kept asking questions, but she was also a curious baby.
"All cultivators are inferior, and only Venerables are superior. I don't think a Swordsman can save the universe, so I changed my profession and became a dragon master. I hope I can do more for the world," Zhu Minglang said loudly.
"When my peaches don't sell well, I also sell honey." Fang Niannian nodded. She seemed to agree with Zhu Minglang.
Nan Lingsha's laughter was crisp and pleasant. Her body trembled slightly.
Then Fang Niannian laughed as well. She held Nan Lingsha's arm like a happy little bird.
Zhu Minglang's face darkened.
How could he forget that Fang Niannian had seen him in a miserable state?
Why did he have to find someone who knew about his dark history to be the Dragon Grain Manager?
Zhu Minglang continued, "The reason why I'm leaving through Sin City is because I want to make a trip to the Distant Mountain Sword Sect first. The journey back to the Blessed Sect is too far. I'm worried that some people will use some unorthodox methods to allow experts from various factions to sneak into the battlefield …"
"Is the Distant Mountain Sword Sect far away?" asked Nan Lingsha.
"If we pass through here, we will reach the border of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's Zong Lin after conquering another territory," Zhu Minglang said.
"Then let's go and see Zong Lin from the Extreme Court Continent." Nan Lingsha's eyes lit up. It seemed that she was very interested in Zong Lin.
Although he really didn't want to go to the Distant Mountain Sword Sect.
But when he thought about how apart from the various orthodox forces, there were also unscrupulous people like the City of Sin.
He couldn't just rely on Zhu Xuehen's prestige to intimidate those experts. He still needed some substantial power to guard Zulong City.
"Zhu Minglang, those people's clothes are very similar to that female enforcer of order. Is she also from the Distant Mountain Sword Sect?" Fang Niannian thought of this and asked.
"Yes, she's also a Swordsman. Like me, she cultivated in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect when she was young." Zhu Minglang nodded.
Zhu Minglang had only discovered that the Distant Mountain Sword Sect wasn't too far from the Western Cliff after buying a few blueprints. It was no wonder that Zhu Xuehen would become the enforcer of order in the new land.
She should have been in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect all these years.
…
They didn't stop for long at the cities and capitals they passed by. After buying some things they needed, they continued on their way.
Although it wasn't far, the Extreme Court Continent was much larger than the Li Chuan Continent. In addition, there were towering mountains and ancient forests. There were many places that couldn't be flown directly.
Villages, towns, cities, city-states, capitals, and imperial capitals — all the places where people gathered in the Extreme Court Continent were strictly divided. Even so, many places were still at war, and it wasn't as peaceful as the land of Li Chuan.
Moreover, sects, clans, churches, palaces, and academies of all sizes were involved. There was bound to be chaos when the forces were divided.
Just what sort of power was it that caused the continents to fall and join together like this? He felt that his days in the Li Chuan Continent were rather comfortable.
He just needed to lay low for a year and a half. When Little Bai Qi matured, he would be able to destroy the cancer-like clans and sects. Then, he and his wife would be invincible in the world. They would be able to tour the famous mountains and live a carefree life.
Alas, this little dream could have been realized very quickly. But because of the Extreme Court Continent's interference, the time needed was extended and the difficulty increased.
…
It was like a painting, and the scenery was like a screen.
There were mountains in the distance. At a glance, there were layers upon layers of mountains surrounded by clouds and mist. When one was in the middle of it, one would find many mountains and giant peaks above the clouds. It was as if one could reach the real Cloud Court Immortal Hall if one kept climbing up the highest mountain.
There was a city in the mountains. The city was surrounded by the winding mountains like a screen. At night, one could see the beautiful scenery of the starry sky and lights. For this reason, Nan Lingsha deliberately stayed for a while at a cliff. She fixed this beautiful and peaceful scene in her painting scroll. It was magnificent and profound.
There was a city of fog in the distant mountains. It was connected to the Distant Mountain Sword Forest. Zhu Minglang didn't go to the capital of the Fog Kingdom. Instead, he went along the border of the capital and went directly to the Distant Mountain Sword Forest.
In fact, Zhu Minglang was quite familiar with this place. He didn't need a map to distinguish the mountains. After all, he had cultivated here for so many years. He even knew how many female birds were on the top of the mountains.
"Can I trouble you to inform Junior Sister Miao Zhu that Zhu Minglang is here to visit?" Zhu Minglang said to the disciples guarding the mountain.
"Do you have any keepsake?" asked the long-browed disciple.
"This …" Zhu Minglang really didn't have any keepsake. He didn't even have his identity token.
He had left the sword sect for many years. It was normal that these disciples didn't know him. After all, the disciples guarding the mountain were mostly of the younger generation.
"Well, there is a phoenix pine tree in front of the Red Run Peak where she lives. There is a leaf bell hanging on it … Does that count as a keepsake?" asked Zhu Minglang.
The long-browed disciple scratched his head and deliberately looked at the other junior brothers. Finally, they all nodded in unison.
Senior Sister Miao Zhu didn't like others disturbing her peace. Naturally, the person who knew about the tree on the small peak where she lived was invited into the courtyard by Senior Sister Miao Zhu.
The report was quickly reported. Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha, and Fang Niannian only needed to wait in front of the Zong Lin Gate.
"Since you're from the sword sect, why doesn't anyone seem to know you? Is it because you're not famous at all … so you changed your profession?" asked Fang Niannian.
"I left when I was 15 years old. It's been so many years. These newcomers definitely don't know me," explained Zhu Minglang.
"Then who is Junior Sister Miao Zhu? Why does she remember you?" asked Fang Niannian.
"We cultivated together when we were young. She's a little stupid and slow at cultivating. I'm a little smarter and faster at learning. I used to give her some pointers," said Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang had actually said these words very softly.
However, the long-browed disciple still heard him. He immediately frowned and glared at Zhu Minglang. He said angrily, "Senior Sister Miao Zhu is now the Eldest Senior Sister of the Saint Hall. How dare you give her pointers? You don't even have the aura of a Swordsman. Don't say such crazy things in front of the Zong Lin Gate!"
The long-browed disciple was polite. He only warned Zhu Minglang verbally.
"I'm afraid he's a distant relative who doesn't have a place to stay and came here to seek shelter. Our sword sect doesn't lack such servants," said the other young disciples with a smile.
"Eldest Senior Sister is here. Be serious."
"Be serious!"
The group of mountain guarding disciples, who had been casually chatting, quickly stood with their hands behind their backs. Their expressions were solemn. In front of the White Stone Mountain Gate, they were as dignified and solemn as statues. It could be seen that although they were not holding onto their swords, they were hanging by their sides, slowly spinning and emitting a soft metallic sound!
"Eldest Senior Sister!"
"Eldest Senior Sister!"
"Eldest Senior Sister!"
Voices rose one after another. All the disciples bowed meticulously and didn't show any signs of neglect.
Zhu Minglang looked over and saw a woman with long hair. She was wearing a light-colored slim-fit robe. Her black hair was raised high, and there wasn't a single strand of hair that was messy.
There was a jade ornament on her smooth forehead. The light of the silver ornament made her cheeks look even more rosy. She looked delicate, bright, and elegant.
"Zhu Minglang!"
"Junior Sister …" Zhu Minglang tried to show a gentle smile.
"Who is she?" Zi Miaozhu suddenly pointed at Nan Lingsha and asked with a deep questioning tone.
Zi Miaozhu's question messed up all of Zhu Minglang's thoughts!
Zhu Minglang had prepared a perfect excuse. He wanted to make his Junior Sister feel that it was reasonable for him to disappear for so many years. He also wanted to make her feel something in her heart.
Shouldn't she cry tears of joy when she saw that her Senior Brother was still alive?
"She's a Divine Mortal in my Dragon Shepard team. She's my traveling companion, Nan Lingsha. Next to her is my Dragon Shepard, Fang Niannian. "Zhu Minglang reorganized his thoughts and explained.
"Traveling companion? Why are you traveling together?? "Zi Miaozhu asked again.
Zhu Minglang felt dizzy.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't his Junior Sister be concerned about how he became a Dragon Shepard?
"Darling Zhu, why are you being so secretive? We hit it off at first sight. Everyone in the Li Chuan Continent knows about our love story." At this moment, Nan Ling said with a smile. Even though she was wearing a veil, one could still feel the charm that rippled from her peerless beauty.
"I knew it, I knew it!!" Zi Miaozhu was so angry that her body trembled slightly. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger. "Grandfather has been lying to me all these years. He said you were dead. In the end, you just didn't want to see me because you had another woman! "
Zhu Minglang felt a tightness in his chest. Blood was about to gush out of his throat.
Was she a swordsman or not? Her brain was more or less retarded!
'I'm dead …'
Ahhh, this was so hard to explain. The main thing was that he was still alive and standing here.
Nan Lingsha!
Nan Lingsha!!
Why was it that every time she stirred up trouble, she wasn't as calm as she was when she was painting? It must be because she wanted to stir up trouble!!
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