Mu Xinghe said quietly: "What I'm asking about is poetry."

Gu Han: "???"

Lao Sun: "???"

"That's all!"

"Don't say this!"

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Mu Xinghe suddenly felt like he was playing the piano to others, and he stopped mentioning his poems.

"actually."

He also sighed and said: "I thought that I wouldn't gain much from this visit, but I never thought that this Xuantian Sword Monument was so magical. Fellow Daoist Wuwu really didn't lie to me. Besides...

…”

Speaking of which.

He looked solemn and suddenly said: "Brother, have you really never seen that sword monument before?"

"No."

Gu Han asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"..."

Mu Xinghe was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Well, maybe I'm wrong, brother, but I feel that the meaning of this sword tablet to me is far greater than that of me! No one can be a sword cultivator in this world.

Go see that sword monument, but you, my brother, must see it! You must look at it carefully and seriously!"

Hear the words.

Gu Han's heart moved.

It seems that what Zhong expressed implicitly before was also the same meaning.

"Brother, what's going on with this sword monument?"

"I can't tell clearly."

Mu Xinghe shook his head, "Later, I will know after seeing it."

Gu Han was thoughtful.

I am even more curious about the sword monument.

However, before going to see the sword monument, he had another more important thing to do.

"Brother!"

He looked solemnly and looked at Mu Xinghe, "Do you really think of me as your brother?"

"That's natural!"

"Brother, please give me a sword!"

"What?"

Mu Xinghe was stunned.

"Brother!"

Gu Han thought he didn't understand and said seriously: "It's a brother, come and chop me down!"
Chapter completed!