"What's wrong? You don't want to see my father? "
Lan Luo asked, purposely showing a stern expression, clearly dissatisfied.
Xiao Chen replied softly, "No. When do we meet?"
"Tomorrow, then. It is already so late, and you must be tired."
"Alright."
Under Lan Luo's arrangements, Xiao Chen obtained a rather unique and quiet courtyard in the Marquis's Residence.
This made sense. This suited Xiao Chen's preferences.
This night was indeed tiring.
More accurately, he had not rested since he entered the Heavenly Mystery Tower and got chased until now.
Xiao Chen placed the little monk aside and lay on the bed. Then, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
However, Xiao Chen did not feel sleepy. As he lay on the bed, leaves fell outside the window, rustling like it was raining.
Those were the leaves of the ancient tree in the courtyard. The night wind had blown them off.
Falling leaves filled the sky like rain. Why can't I sleep?
With something on my mind, I naturally could not sleep.
Xiao Chen turned to the side and opened his eyes. Moonlight shone on the ground outside the window.
Xiao Chen was no longer in the mood to sleep. He remained expressionless as his thoughts wandered.
Xiao Chen was still thinking about what the Heavenly Book Scholar said before he left.
"Although my words are unpleasant to hear, most of them are correct …" Meng Qi sighed.
The results of the Heavenly Book Scholar's reading of Xiao Chen's character were not very good.
However, it was as he said. If it were not accurate, there would not be so many people lining up to ask him to read them.
However, based on the Heavenly Book Scholar's reading of the little monk, regardless of the process, the little monk did obtain a great fortuitous encounter.
Is my heart destined to be restless?
The path of the Dragon Emperor was destined to be difficult. Xiao Chen did not care. What he cared about was whether he could meet Liu Ruyue.
The White Dragon Holy Daughter was a peerless beauty. Even the Dragon God Crown Prince was captivated by her.
In the dead of night, if one did not feel sleepy, one would inevitably let one's imagination run wild and feel frustrated.
Jiang He's words also appeared in Xiao Chen's mind. For some reason, they disrupted Xiao Chen's thoughts.
"Whoosh!"
Unable to sleep, Xiao Chen got up and put on his clothes. Then, he picked up his saber and casually walked out.
"Big Brother Xiao, what are you doing?" the little monk asked in a daze as he opened his eyes.
"Practice your saber. Go to sleep."
The moonlight shone on the courtyard like water, adding a hazy veil to the scenery in the courtyard.
Xiao Chen drew his Tyrant Saber and swung it casually.
All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart. He was a little anxious, a little violent, and also a little resentful and unwilling.
However, the more it was so, the more exquisite and gentle the saber light he swung out became.
Have a tiger in your heart, sniff the rose.
Xiao Chen controlled his mental state very well, not letting his Saber Technique lose its finesse and order.
Even if it is difficult to find peace in my heart, I just want to have a clear conscience!
Hua!
As the saber light swept out, Xiao Chen gently flicked it up. The perfectly straight Tyrant Saber condensed the moonlight in the garden into one beam and soared into the clouds.
Xiao Chen pushed off the ground and soared into the air. His white hair and robes fluttered in the wind.
As he danced, boundless moonlight emanated from Xiao Chen's body.
For a time, the moonlight in the courtyard was like flying snow, but also like flower petals dancing in the wind.
The garden was filled with fallen flowers, like a beautiful painting.
Xiao Chen hovered in the air, using his saber as a brush. His body was in the painting, but his heart was outside.
If it is difficult to find peace in my heart, then who can understand me?!
Who can understand my many years of lonely persistence? Who can understand the heavy burden of reviving the Blue Dragon that I have to shoulder? Who can understand my determination and determination to seek the moon?
The moon was like hundreds of flowers dancing in the wind, filling the sky with falling flowers. No one appreciates this beautiful painting. No one in the painting understands me.
"Crack!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out. The painting shattered, light and shadow scattered, and the moonlight scattered. It was like a withered willow; no one pitied it, no one loved it.
If it is difficult to find peace in my heart and I cannot find someone who understands me, what is the point of having a clear conscience?!
The night deepened, and the chill intensified.
Who pitied me for wearing thin clothes and facing the moon alone?
Accompanied by the withered willow and the overflowing saber light, there was an indescribable sorrow.
However, this sorrow did not turn into rage or hatred.
One could be sad, one could be worried, but one could not be angry or hateful.
Furthermore, one used the saber to create a dream, dreaming of fine wine and beautiful women. Beautiful women drank with me, beautiful women laughed with me.
There was no sorrow or worry. When the flowers fell in the dream, someone admired them with me.
If one did not understand the beauty of dreams, how could one use the saber as a dream, a dream as a dream?
Under the mottled moonlight, an illusory scene appeared in the courtyard. There was someone drunk, someone laughing, someone dancing in the sky with the moon.
One could not tell if this was real or fake, a dream or reality.
If one could not find peace in this heart, then let one enter a dream and sleep forever, never opening one's eyes for ten thousand years.
However, one had to wake up from a dream.
The moment one opened one's eyes, it was not the beautiful dream disappearing but the entire world slipping away from one's hands.
A boundless disappointment filled one's heart. Could one continue to tightly grasp the saber in one's hand?
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a boundless saber hum rang out in the courtyard. The saber in Xiao Chen's hand burned with a purple flame.
When the purple flame scattered, the pitch-black saber turned a dreamy purple, like this was the true color of the Tyrant Saber.
Xiao Chen tightly grasped the saber and swung it casually.
The night that filled the courtyard scattered, and the purple saber light spread out like water.
Xiao Chen's expression suddenly changed. Under the purple saber light, a black-clad man on the wall was forced out.
"Who is it?!"
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Chen thrust his saber, and the purple light that filled the courtyard gathered into one beam and shot out.
That person cried out in shock. His figure flashed, but the saber light still pierced through his shoulder.
That person gave Xiao Chen a strange look. Then, his figure flashed a few times as he quickly left.
The night turned hazy, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
It was like that person had never appeared. Only the lingering purple saber light in the air proved everything that happened earlier.
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and frowned slightly. However, he did not give chase.
This person could appear silently, only appearing unexpectedly after Xiao Chen activated the true form of the Tyrant Saber.
This proved that this person was far stronger than Xiao Chen. However, he did not make a move. Clearly, he did not have any malicious intent.
The Marquis's Residence was filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
There were at least ten people with such strength. If Xiao Chen gave chase and caused trouble, it would not be good.
Now that Xiao Chen stopped thinking, he naturally could not continue brandishing his saber.
Xiao Chen went to the stone table in the courtyard and gently placed the Tyrant Saber on it. Then, he took out the Thousand Year Flame and drank by himself.
After brandishing his saber, Xiao Chen's restless emotions calmed down.
After a few cups of fine wine, moonlight unknowingly enveloped him, and he fell asleep in a daze.
When Xiao Chen opened his eyes again, piercing sunlight shone in, and his neck stiffened uncomfortably.
This time, he found himself resting his chin on his hand as he slept for the entire night.
"Young Master Xiao, sorry for the disturbance. The Marquis has prepared a family banquet and would like to invite Young Master Xiao over. The Cluster Lord specially instructed me to entertain you. "
A slender and pretty maidservant stood outside the courtyard doors, speaking in a charming voice.
Xiao Chen recovered his wits and replied, "Wait for a while. I'll go over after I wash up."
After tidying up, Xiao Chen carried the little monk on his back and went to attend the family banquet under the maidservant's lead.
Generally speaking, the grander family banquets were usually held in the evening.
Since there was a family banquet in the morning, it meant that not many people would be invited. Aside from the Marquis's Residence's heirs, there might be only Xiao Chen and the little monk.
The Marquis's Residence was very large, with winding corridors, fake mountains, and flowing rivers. It was like a maze, crisscrossing each other.
Without anyone to lead the way, one might really get lost in the maze, wandering around.
On one of the corridors, Xiao Chen discovered a group of people marching in front.
Their destination seemed to be the same as Xiao Chen's.
However, Xiao Chen could tell that many of them were just attendants and guards. The true master was the youth in embroidered clothes leading the group.
That youth was very handsome and easygoing. Xiao Chen could see a smile on his face.
When this youth spoke to the maidservant leading the way, he did not put on an overbearing air at all, making that maidservant feel embarrassed.
Aside from this, that youth also exuded a pressing air of nobility.
However, his easygoing air covered up this air of nobility, making others feel close to him.
Xiao Chen stopped and entered deep thought. There is nothing to mind about this person.
Xiao Chen stopped because he discovered a relatively pure dynasty's Luck on the other party's body.
The four dynasties occupied the main Dragon Veins of the Central Great Realm. All those with dynasty bloodlines could receive protection from the Dragon Veins.
The purer one's bloodline was, the greater the dynasty's Luck one received.
With the protection of the Luck of the Yanwu Dynasty's vast territory, one's Luck would be much stronger than that of ordinary people.
Aside from that, the nobles conferred titles by the dynasty would also receive the protection of the Luck of the Dragon Veins.
For example, the Soaring Dragon Marquis was conferred the title of marquis, second only to the Imperial Prince.
After all, kings with different surnames were extremely rare in any dynasty. Normally, marquis was the highest rank.
The Soaring Dragon Marquis also had this Luck. However, whether one could discover it or not was another matter.
"That is Monarch Yu. He was also invited to the clan banquet this time. I heard that he came specially for the Young Miss, wanting to invite her to join the Rank 7 Divine Sword Pavilion."
The maidservant leading the way stopped and smiled when she saw Xiao Chen's gaze.
The maidservant seemed to understand this Monarch Yu very well. With just a casual question, she revealed a lot of information.
Based on the maidservant's eyes, it seemed like she was very fond of this Monarch Yu.
Rank 7 sects already stood at the peak of this world. Even in the entire Great Thousand Realms, the number of Rank 7 sects could be counted on one hand.
Even in the vast Yanwu Dynasty, there were probably only a few.
The competition was exceptionally intense. Even the royal family would not receive any special treatment.
For Monarch Yu to be so confident in inviting Lan Luo to join the Divine Sword Pavilion, his strength should not be weak.
Without overthinking, Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "Continue leading the way, then."
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