Night falls.

Lin Zhao called out Wang Yue from the shrine so that she could go out and walk around after nightfall. When Wang Yue appeared, Chen Mengjun couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and then said "Oh?" and stopped asking.

The soul is just a ghost, and it does not pose any threat to Chen Mengjun, the eleventh-level swordsman.

But she had some doubts in her heart. What was the purpose of Lin Zhao taking a female ghost south?

At this time, a figure fell into the courtyard. It was Xie Yiying who had finished recovering from her injuries. She smiled at Chen Mengjun and said, "Are you ready for the dinner? This is the first time Lin Zhao comes to our Wangxin Lake.

Treat yourself well."

"Ready, Master!"

"Okay, that's it?"

"Um!"

The dinner was held in the living room of Chen Mengjun's residence in Mengxin Xiaozhu. The lanterns were lit up, and the lights in Wangxin Lake were lit up at night. Xie Yiying, the master of the Lingyan Sword Sect, personally entertained the guests. In addition, there were also Xie Yiying's two junior sisters.

Eleventh realm, and then there are the best among several young disciples. Most of them are in the Galaxy realm. Only Chen Mengjun is in the Guizhen realm. Her swordsmanship talent is outstanding among her peers. This is one of the reasons why she is loved by her elders.

.

…

After a few glasses of wine, Lin Zhao frowned and asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Xie Jianxian, you knew my husband back then, right?"

"That's right."

Xie Yiying nodded, with no concealment of nostalgia in her eyes, and said: "When I met Qin Suihan, he was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old Jindan sword cultivator, and Qin Suihan at that time was only a young man in his thirties.

A young scholar, that year he first entered the world as a Confucian academy student. With one man and one sword, he actually killed a twelve-level demon hidden in the human world. That year, he was just a

A Confucian monk in the eleventh realm..."

Lin Zhao yearned a little: "When my husband was young, he must have been very elegant and good-looking, right?"

"Um."

Xie Yiying smiled and nodded: "I must be the most beautiful and high-spirited scholar in the world."

Lin Zhao suddenly felt a little sad. Even though he was such a high-spirited young man, he would eventually die without mercy. Especially a hundred years ago, when Lin Zhao met his teacher's soul, Mr. Qin said that he was killed by all the gods.

When the Sage of the Sea was in great pain when he was killed, Lin Zhao felt heartbroken and wished that all the pain would fall on him.

On the side, Chen Mengjun looked at Lin Zhao, no matter how stupid he was, he knew who he was.

The reincarnation of Lin Baiyi in the snowy Tianchi, everything in the legend is true, and... he is too young. He is obviously a swordsman, a martial artist, and a famous military general, but he also has a bookish spirit, which is so valuable

.

"This trip south?"

Xie Yiying asked. Although she had some speculation, she was not sure.

Lin Zhao didn't hide anything. He glanced at Wang Yue sitting next to him and said with a smile: "Wang Yue is from our mountain top garden. Unfortunately, he was killed by two great monsters, Yu Xie and Shi Jun Gang. I

I promised Wang Yue something before, so... I decided to accompany Wang Yue on a trip south to fulfill her wish, return to Wang Yue's hometown, find her parents' tombs, and pay homage."

"That's it..."

Xie Yiying nodded and said: "There are many forces on the boundaries of the counties and cities in Furong Prefecture, and the rivers and lakes on the mountains are also mixed with dragons and snakes. I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate for you to carry Wang Yue's soul alone. Let's do this... you leave Ling Yan

Mengjun will go with you when you are in Jianzong. Mengjun is more familiar with the territory of Furong Prefecture and will have someone to take care of you along the way."

"ah?"

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment: "Isn't that good? This is really annoying..."

"Don't want to?"

Xie Yiying smiled slightly: "Chen Mengjun is my most beloved disciple, and he is also the strongest disciple among the younger generation of Lingyan Sword Sect. He is good-looking and is known as the most beautiful woman in Furong Prefecture. Are you worried that if Mengjun follows you, what will happen?

Isn’t it a shame?”

These Xie Jianxian's words are harsh, but their hearts are really straightforward.

Lin Zhao was a little helpless and said: "I definitely didn't mean that. I was just worried that it would affect Miss Chen's practice."

"it does not matter."

Chen Mengjun laughed softly and said: "I have just been warming up my sword spirit recently. It is the same wherever I go. Lin Zhao, you are not familiar with the place in Furong Prefecture, so it will be better if I follow you."

"Well, thanks!"

Lin Zhao nodded.

…

After staying at Lingyan Sword Sect for one day, Lin Zhao used his sword to visit the major islands on Wangxin Lake the next day. Although he was only a Jindan sword cultivator, he was full of momentum. When passing through some sects, if someone said hello, he would definitely say hello.

He knew how to salute with clasped fists, and the etiquette was very thoughtful. Chen Mengjun also followed with a sword, with a smile on his lips.

After nightfall, Lin Zhao put the bamboo box on his back again, called Wang Yue, left Wangxin Lake with his sword, and started walking south. Chen Mengjun no longer wielded his sword, but carried his sword and wore a green skirt, walking side by side with Lin Zhao.

And go.

Late at night, the sound of horse hooves was heard on the official road.

Several human warriors passed by on horseback. Just after passing by, one of the middle five warriors looked back and stared at Chen Mengjun's pretty face. In the end, he couldn't tell that the other person was an eleventh sword cultivator. He only looked at it.

It turned out that the other party was a great beauty. For a moment, the martial artist of the Seventh Realm whistled and said with a smile: "Which famous mountain is this fairy high in? There are Taoists in the world. I am a disciple of Luoque Mountain, Zhang Dabiao.

He is the famous Ma Tiefutu, and he is the owner of the famous Jianjie Temple, and his net worth is at least 20 gold mulberry coins. If the fairy is willing..."

"I do not want to."

When he goes out, Chen Mengjun has always followed his master's teachings and suppressed his cultivation to the lower five realms. However, he often has troubles in front of him. The world is full of winds and waves. Who knows what kind of trouble he will encounter when he goes out.

"Tsk tsk..."

Another fifth-level martial artist joked and said with a smile: "My eldest brother is promoting you with good intentions, but the fairy is really unkind. Such a refusal will make my eldest brother very embarrassed!"

"..."

Chen Mengjun gritted his silver teeth.

But at this moment, Lin Zhao suddenly waved his hand, and with a "buzz" sound, the flying sword rushed out of Yunjian Lake, with a violent trembling sound, and touched the forehead of the seventh-level warrior, followed by the flying sword Mingyue.

He also rushed out of the Yunjian Lake and turned into a ray of silver light that touched the forehead of the fifth-level martial artist. And a sword cultivator can own two Yunjian Lakes at the same time. No matter how bad the realm is, it will not be any worse.

"..."

The Seventh Realm Warrior's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly clasped his fists: "It turns out it's Senior Sword Immortal, I'm being rude, take my leave!"

The two of them hurriedly pulled the reins and sped off.

Lin Zhao took back the flying sword and was speechless.

Chen Mengjun pursed her red lips: "I seem to have... caused you trouble."

"Mengjun!"

Lin Zhao's tone was very long, and he seemed to be very serious. He said: "You are obviously an eleventh realm sword cultivator, why do you have to suffer such humiliation? Next time, just draw your sword and slash at him. Just don't kill him. This kind of

People will bully others if they don't teach them a lesson."

"oh."

Chen Mengjun nodded and said with a smile: "I know!"

After burning the incense, the sound of horse hooves came from behind again. It was a middle-aged warrior from the Sixth Realm wearing shabby armor. The moment he rushed out, he suddenly tugged on the reins, stopped his horse and was about to ask questions.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Mengjun struck head-on with his sword. Although the sword energy was extremely weak, the sword's intention was too frightening. It was completely at the level of the upper five realms. Immediately, the sixth realm martial artist turned over and fell off his horse, knelt down and kowtowed: "Sword Immortal, spare my life! Sword Master, spare your life!"

Immortal, please forgive me! I just want to ask how to get to Babao Mountain. Sword Immortal please don’t chop off my head!"

"It's okay, let's go."

Lin Zhao waved his hands hurriedly, then clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry..."

"ah?!"

The Six Realm Warriors quickly turned over and rode away.

"Mengjun!"

Lin Zhao spoke earnestly again: "Why don't you wait for me to finish speaking..."

Chen Mengjun's pretty face turned red: "Oh... I'll know next time."

Wang Yue smiled faintly at the side, and with Chen Mengjun following her, the journey seemed much more interesting.

…

Furong Prefecture, Chen County.

Wang Yue's hometown was also the place where her parents were framed and eventually exterminated. After entering Chen County, she still traveled day and night. It just so happened that late at night, Lin Zhao took Chen Mengjun and Wang Yue to the county guard.

Outside the government office, late at night, there were only four dozing guards beside the stone lions.

"Brother Lin Zhao."
To be continued...