Chapter 3: Fame Shocks

Yang Qinglian has been standing at the study window from time to time looking up at the sky in a daze these days, how many years has Bai Luofeng been gone, and the rivers and lakes have even gradually forgotten the person who was the most surprised.

That day, when Bai Luofeng heard the whole process of his conversation with Wei Xian, he must have looked down on himself, and he would definitely no longer watch from the sidelines.

"Luofeng, why did you come back?" Yang Qinglian sighed helplessly, looking at the sky in the distance, the originally clear sky began to be covered by dark clouds, and the rolling dark clouds seemed to hit his chest and made him gasp.

Wei Xian rushed to the Wuhou Mansion non-stop, to be honest, the way that the group of people below helped him collect money was to grab a handful, but it was impossible for them to think of doing something to accumulate virtue, and he didn't expect that the group of godsons and grandsons to do this kind of errand would be able to do a good job, and now the entire court can do this kind of courageous thing, I'm afraid only Li Jizong is left.

Speaking of Liu Jizong, Wei Xian felt a pain in his chest, as a different surname Marquis Liu Jizong in the early days of the emperor to fight in all directions, I am afraid that there are no less than two or three hundred battles in his life and none of them have lost, it can be said that this half of the country is Liu Jizong single-handedly defeated, and it is his outstanding achievements and low-key personality that the emperor has shown great grace to him, and this person has lived in a simple place since he won the world.

And the Liu family iron cavalry under his command is not directly subordinate to the imperial court, only Liu Jizong is responsible for their military salary, they are loyal to Liu Jizong, and the north of the imperial court also has to rely on this group of people to guard, so Liu Jizong's land is high, and the emperor has to weigh the consequences of the soldiers' mutiny even if he wants to cut his military power.

Therefore, this person Wei Xian can't move, and he can't bear to move, his only way is to borrow his current power to win over, which is also his other heart disease in addition to Yang Qinglian, but he also firmly believes that although Liu Jizong is a martial artist, there is no reason to find himself unhappy for no reason and turn himself into an enemy.

A few days later, in a very ordinary inn in the capital, two men were leisurely drinking tea by the window, one of them turned the teacup, his eyes stayed on the crowded street downstairs, and the other drank a few sips of tea, obviously not quite on his appetite, his brows furrowed for a long time, and when Xiao Er brought a jar of wine, he was satisfied and laughed.

Suddenly, the neighbors didn't know what the conflict was, and suddenly overturned the table, and the tea on the wooden table splashed on the back of the man who was in a daze, and the big man who lifted the table was angry and only knew how to scold, pointing at the two men and yelling: "Lao Tzu came before them, why has it been half an hour, and the food has not been served!"

The shopkeeper heard the noise and went upstairs to check, and when he saw the strong man, he secretly complained in his heart: Recently, the capital is not peaceful, the fish and dragons are mixed, and the business has become difficult to do.

The guy inevitably looks at people, and sees that the two sons by the window have an innate temperament of not being surprised, although the clothes are just ordinary fabrics, they are clean and without any wrinkles, and subconsciously believe that this must be a pivotal figure in a certain sect that came to the conference a few days ago - the people of the rivers and lakes are drifting all over the world, and they are low-key, and the more capable people are, the more they feel clean.

The shopkeeper was secretly happy that he knew the true face of Mount Tai, of course, he didn't consciously take special care, on the other hand, the rugged man was a person who didn't know the thickness at a glance, and the status of such a person was not high, so he ignored it for a long time.

"Brother Tai also hopes to be able to calm down a little, because we have been neglected, and I am here to make amends to Brother Tai. Among the two, the person with a scholarly atmosphere stood up first and apologized, so that the people around him had to admire his self-cultivation, and his back was wet by a strong man, but his face was still peaceful.

The strong man glanced at the man, raised his voice higher and scolded bitterly: "Get out of the way and die nerd, apologize and make your grandfather full?"

"It's better to invite this meal......"

"Lao Tzu is like a man who is short of money?" The strong man was unyielding, and suddenly saw the scholar's godless eyes, and laughed: "I said how can I have such a bad grandfather mood who is not long-sighted, it turns out that he is blind!"

As soon as the words fell, the man who had been on the side and had nothing to do with himself put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the strong man, his eyes were full of playfulness, and he muttered in his mouth: "You have the courage to scold him for being blind......

The strong man was still not interested, and he wanted to continue to ridicule, but suddenly felt that his body was like falling into an ice cave, and the cold air pierced the bone marrow.

"Luofeng, let's go, this world shouldn't be as interesting as it was back then. The scholar's face was still calm, but he couldn't see any peace, he didn't turn his head back and passed by the strong man, and when he walked past the shopkeeper, he put down a piece of silver, "This is compensation, and I hope the shopkeeper will forgive me." ”

"Alas, alas, the wine hasn't been finished yet!" the person who answered the call didn't have time to take a few more sips, so he hurriedly followed with the unfinished wine jar.

The people around him still had time to react, and the shopkeeper was also surprised that this person didn't break anything, so he left the silver room, and the two of them had disappeared without a trace.

When they came back to their senses and realized why the strong man didn't say anything at all, they shouted behind them:

"Blind ...... Blind Sword!"

A cadre turned around and saw that the strong man was covered in heavy frost from head to toe, and his limbs were frozen to the same place, and the soles of his feet were filled with frost and gradually climbed up to the table and chairs, and then covered the entire wall, and then the whole wooden wall cracked and collapsed, shattering into ice and almost smashing to the ground.

He ...... He's a blind sword, a blind sword, a blind sword is back!" The person who shouted before couldn't hide his shock anymore - the famous "blind sword" Nalan Zhifeng who shocked the world many years ago actually reappeared in Kyoto, so could it be the "residual ink" Bai Luofeng next to him!

All the people present who had heard of the reputation of the two suddenly changed color: Bai Luofeng, Nalan has come back! They must have come to Kyoto for the "World Meeting"?!

On this day, news swept through Kyoto like an arrow from the string.

In the place where countless sects in Kyoto rested, countless rulers rose up:

"They're back!

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, two fresh women knelt on one knee and reported the same news: "Sect Master, Nalan Folding Wind has appeared. ”

On the high steps in front of them, a purple curtain covered the face of the beautiful woman behind her, but she could vaguely see her suddenly get up, and her tone still revealed the excitement of this beauty who has always been calm and noble:

"Is it really him? Are you sure?"

"The subordinates have checked the scene, and the cold air must be correct for Nalan to fold the wind. ”

The figure sat back in his seat as if he had lost his strength, and he vaguely heard her muttering: "After so many years, you are finally willing to come back." ”

"But...... Suzerain......

"Tell me what you have to say!"

"Nalan Zhifeng seems to be followed by a person......

"Who!"

"As far as his subordinates know, he should be Bai Luofeng. ”

"He's back!"

The curtain finally tore open with anger.