Time passes very quickly in the busy, but for those who wait, every minute and every second becomes extremely long.

The snow falling over the Shenjing City is getting bigger and bigger, so that the sight of the people outside is shrouded in a piece of snow, and outside the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, a not tall figure stands under the heavy snow, but it stands straight, faintly with a strong and incomparably sharp aura, hidden but not hairy.

In the sense of the surrounding Imperial City Guards, this figure is a sword.

The girl from the Gwangju Manjian Pavilion had been standing steadily in the snow for half an hour, her entire hair and body were almost covered with snow, but the sword was still very patient, like a sword, standing firmly in place.

Then Liang Po held an umbrella, walked out of the thousands of purples and reds in the imperial garden, came to the side of Jian Sheng, bowed his head, stretched out his hand slightly and raised the umbrella, shrouded the girl under the big umbrella, isolated the falling snowflakes, and then said softly:

"Miss Jiansheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, but are you okay?"

Jian Sheng's body is not high, compared with the extremely burly Liang Po, it can only reach the latter's waist, so the girl raised her head, looked at Liang Po's big bald head in front of her, and then showed a slight smile, and responded:

"Lord Liang, don't come unharmed, don't hide it, I hurriedly returned to the sect half a year ago, and the most unyielding thing about this Shenjing City is the food made by Lord Liang. ”

"That is indeed Liang's honor. ”

Liang Po, who loves cooking, rarely showed a happy mood when he heard the girl's praise, and the sword student in front of him, because he was born with a sword heart, could clearly sense the happy emotions of Liang Po opposite, so he also smiled.

In any case, it is always a joy to be reunited after a long absence.

When Zhao Yu first came to Shenjing City, Jian Sheng and Liang Po were both with him, and at this time, only half a year has passed, for Jian Sheng, everything has changed dramatically, this trip to the White Emperor Palace, her heart is extremely complicated.

Then there was a slight confusion in her eyes, and she continued to speak softly:

"Lord Liang, the master once told me that I am waiting for sword cultivation to remain pure, to have a cocoon in my hand and a sword in my heart, but standing here at this time, under this heavy snow, I am very confused, my sword is no longer pure, you are the purest person I have ever seen except for the master, so can you solve my doubts?"

It is true that Murong He, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, is not only the strongest sword cultivator in the world, but also a good master, he let the talented girl fish for swords on the Burial Sword Lake for more than ten years, and did not let it be contaminated with red dust too early, just to maintain the purity of the girl's sword heart.

But Murong He himself also knew very well that in the world, with Hongchen as his companion, it was impossible not to enter, so he chose to let Jiansheng follow Zhao Yu into the world.

Behind Zhao Yu, there is the most undulating and tumbling red dust in the world, and Shenjing City is the most prosperous and majestic city in Great Xia, Murong He's idea is very clear, since it is destined to be experienced, then why not come up, it is the strongest and the most fierce?

In fact, for tens of millions of people in the world, there is actually no right or wrong in the rolling red dust, and its real torturous thing is the dilemma, and the girl at this time is the same, so she is very confused, and the entire sword heart is gradually covered with dust, and even does not hesitate to ask Liang Po, who is not good at words on weekdays, for advice.

Under the heavy snow, the girl's voice of questioning came into her ears, Liang Po first showed a little surprise, and then fell into thought, and continued to speak:

"Actually, I don't know too much about what I mean by purity, because for me, what I love and what I want to do is very simple. ”

After Liang Po's magnetic voice fell, he raised the big umbrella in his hand a little higher, and then the voice continued to come out:

"From childhood to adulthood, there is only one thing I need, that is, to protect Your Majesty behind me, and the rest is as long as Your Majesty says, I will do it, maybe this is what you call pure. ”

Liang Po's words fell, and a moment of surprise appeared on Jian Sheng's face, and then he raised his hand and saluted, and said respectfully:

"Lord Liang has a pure heart, it is truly pure, no wonder the cultivation speed is the best in the world, and he is called invincible at the same level. ”

"Actually, it might be better for you to ask Your Majesty this question. ”

Liang Po also returned the salute and continued to speak softly:

"In the entire Great Xia, His Majesty, as the lord of Great Xia, is the one who really faces the so-called red dust the most, and the livelihood of the entire Great Xia people is on his shoulders alone, but Your Majesty, he has never been confused. ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. ”

Jian Sheng murmured softly, and an extremely young back appeared in his mind, and then Jian Sheng came back to his senses, bent down to Liang Po again, and bowed solemnly, and said:

"Thank you Lord Liang for your advice, but this time I came to ask to see Your Majesty, because I have other things. ”

"I know what you said, and Your Majesty understands it, so Your Majesty asked me to bring you a word. ”

Liang Po nodded, stretched out his left hand, and gently patted Jian Sheng's shoulder, and the deep voice continued to come out:

"Your Majesty said that the entire human race of the Thirty-six Prefectures, whether it is a sect monk or an ordinary person, is a child of Great Xia, as long as they abide by the laws of Great Xia, they are all protected by the dynasty, and they have nothing to do with identity and cultivation, even if they are so-called saints.

"Do you understand?"

As soon as Liang Po said this, the sword body nodded, and then knelt directly in the snow, kowtowed heavily in the direction of the Imperial Garden, and said loudly:

"Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion disciple Jian Sheng, for Sect Master Murong He and all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, thank Your Majesty Longen!"

This sound came from the young girl Jiansheng's thanks, as if passing through the entire huge imperial garden, through the extremely rare rare trees and flowers on the vast land of Shenzhou, and directly came to the Xuantian Tree, lingering in the ears of Zhao Yu, who was sitting alone.

Then the young emperor put down the file in his hand, looked at the void in front of him, and said softly:

"Under heaven and earth, there are hundreds of millions of living beings, I bless the entire vast land of Shenzhou, under the law of Great Xia, I even treat the ancient giants equally, and the next saint who belongs to the human race will naturally be accommodated!"

The young emperor said this, with a strong and incomparable self-confidence, he was the lord of the entire Great Xia, and naturally had the mind and foresight to accept all rivers.

This is the bearing and confidence of a great emperor!

"I will do what I think is right, but a lot of times, it's all about how you choose. ”

The faint imperial voice once again lingered under the Xuantian Wood, and then Liang Po's figure walked in from outside, came to Zhao Yu's side, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, your words have been brought to Miss Jiansheng, and she has also returned. ”

"Okay, let Sima Annan withdraw his troops from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and Si Tianjian can continue to pay attention to his movements. ”

Zhao Yu nodded, picked up the bitter tea on the table again, took a sip, and looked indifferent.

Perhaps, this is what Jian Sheng has been pursuing, Cunpure?