"It was also since then that Master Qi often called himself Xie Xin'an, saying that he had been holding the Nether Sword for most of his life, and now that the sword in his heart is gone, he can no longer be able to hold the Nether Sword for the world."

Liu Qianzi was trapped by the God-beating whip, and her delicate body became more and more graceful. She stared at Zhao Wujiang and asked tentatively:

"The young master and the seventh master have an old age?"

Zhao Wujiang did not answer this question and continued to ask:

"Xie Bi'an often escorts living people to Youdu?"

Liu Qianzi nodded:

"To be precise, Master Qi has been escorting a scholar, and he will come to Youdu every once in a while."

All the time? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Dong Ning?"

"Yes, it's Dong Shusheng." Liu Qianzi's beautiful eyes became softer and moister:

"Dong Shusheng is a beloved lover. He has been looking for the remnant soul of his deceased wife.

But after all, he is an mortal body and can't stay in Youdu for long, otherwise he will die in Youdu.

He could only go back and forth again and again, and Master Qi also escorted him over and over again."

"Maybe the remnant soul of his deceased wife is not in Youdu at all. Maybe it has dissipated between heaven and earth." Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly.

"Youdu is vast, but it is not the habitat for all souls in the world. Some souls are wandering everywhere in the world. Perhaps as the young master said, Dong Shusheng's deceased wife's soul is not in Youdu at all."

Liu Qianzi's tone was quiet:

"But for Dong Shusheng himself, he could only believe that his deceased wife was in Youdu, and he only needed to find her again and again without giving up searching."

"Why do Xie Bi'an keep escorting me?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.

Liu Qianzi shook her head:

"I don't know, Master Qi has always been kind-hearted, maybe it's out of pity."

He has always been kind-hearted... Zhao Wujiang muttered in his heart, was he thinking too much?

"Do you have any other questions to ask?" Liu Qianzi felt the golden light rope getting tighter and tighter, and gasped and said with a heavy breath.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his hand, slapping the divine whip to relieve the constraints. He shook his head and signaled that there was no other problem for the time being.

"Little husband." The heat in Liu Qianzi's eyes gradually ignited, and she returned to her soft and bewitching voice:

"Can you give me some yang energy?"

Zhao Wujiang glanced at her indifferently.

She hurriedly said:

"I can get it myself, so I won't bother you."

———

Xiling Inn, the far left side of the second floor guest room.

The scholar Dong Ning was lying on the bed, already asleep, holding a scroll in his arms.

Xie Bi'an stood in front of the bed and stared at Dong Ning with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he sighed and disappeared into Dong Ning's room.

He appeared in another room.

There was no one lying on the bed in the room.

Just sitting on the chair on one side of the door, Ye Qianchun was sitting on the closed-eye.

Ye Qianchun has a handsome figure and a handsome appearance. She is holding a copper-ringed sword wrapped in cloth tightly in her arms, and her eyelids are trembling slightly.

It seems that as long as there is a turbulence, he will wake up and protect the people around him.

Xie Bi'an looked at the big knife in the arms of his disciple Ye Qianchun, his eyes trembled slightly, and he withdrew his gaze.

His tall and majestic body was a little hunched after retracting his gaze. He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and a little vague.

In Xie Bi'an's daughter Xie Chensu's room.

Xie Chensu was lying on the bed, curled up, his eyebrows slightly frowned on his delicate cheeks, as if he was having nightmares and kept muttering:

"Senior Brother Dong, run, run, don't worry about me..."

"Dad...Dad..."

The voice contained terror, as if terror was following like a shadow. Xie Chensu's body became more and more curled up, and his arms were tightly hugging him.

———

Some people are whispering, and some are whispering.

Some people are not vague when they are acquainted.

On the first floor of Xiling Inn, each person, one ghost and one charming, the demonic energy is vast, the yin energy is permeated, and the yang energy is swelling.

Juicing Ji Liu Qianzi was confused by her pleasure. She promised Zhao Wujiang that after dawn, she would call her friends to call her good sisters together... to help scholar Dong Ning find the soul of his deceased wife.

She asked Zhao Wujiang why he wanted to make such a deal.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and said that he was separated from his lover and he was wet in the rain.

He couldn't bear to part in the world no matter how many times he was, so he wanted to hold an umbrella to block the rain for others.
Chapter completed!