After parting with the green-clothed man, YUN QIU CHUN has been in a hurry on the Xuanwu Peak, quickly, she saw that standing in a high place watching the competition FENG BAN XIA.
Yun Qiu Chun suddenly shouted, "Ban Xia."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ban XIA had a sudden pause in her expression. She turned around and saw that Yun Qiu Chun's expression was somewhat unusual. Although her brain wasn't very intelligent, upon seeing the latter's appearance, she felt a sense of unease and quickly turned around to run.
"Still want to run?"
Yun Qiu Chun stepped forward quickly, and in a flash, she caught Feng Ban Xia who was about to flee.
"Spring Qiu, why are you looking for me?"
Feng Ban Xia said with a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Is that it? Knowing I'm looking for you, did you run because you've been up to something bad behind my back?"
Yun Qiu Chun coldly asked.
"No, no"
Feng Ban Xia quickly waved his hands, shuddering slightly, looking rather tense.
Feng Ban Xia is not good at lying, and once she lies, not only will the few saintesses who are with her all day and night be able to easily see through it, but even a normal person can easily notice it.
Yun Qiu Chun huffed coldly, "Still say no? I ask you, who is that guy down there, why does he have your sword, and that sword I remember is a relic of your parents. You can't just give it to a stranger."
"No, that's not my sword, absolutely not. He, he isn't Chen Mo, and it has nothing to do with me…"
"You…"
Yun Qiu Chun was amused and sighed, one sentence fully revealed everything.
It seems she guessed correctly; in this world, the only ones she would lend her sword to, besides the few saintesses of the Tian Mo sect and Liu Wu Xin, are only Chen Mo, who has a good relationship with her.
Feng Ban Xia noticed that Yun Qiu Chun was silent and didn't say anything, and his confidence suddenly increased.
She seems to still believe my lies, who said I can't lie... Feng Ban Xia is full of confidence and turns his head to look at the fighting platform, but sees that the battle has ended and in the last moment, Chen Mo's mask suddenly shattered.
The mask on his face suddenly shattered, and Chen Mo was also taken aback for a moment. He looked around left and right, helplessly sighed, and it seems that some things can't be avoided.
However, this is for the best. At least it allows people from our own side to approach us.
After the competition ended, Chen Mo turned and left Xuanwu Peak, returning to the small town of Ping Shan, to the inn he lived in, find medicinal herbs and spiritual pills to heal wounds, and at the same time to recover Daobao and Xiaobao to their best condition.
Afterward, Chen Mo cleaned up his wounds and changed into a new outfit, and at that moment, a knock on the door sounded.
"It's here."
Chen Mo took a deep breath and was ready, but he didn't know whether Yun Qiu Chun or Long Fei Wu would arrive first.
"Come in."
As soon as the words were spoken, the door was pushed open.
Chen Mo looked back at the door and his expression froze slightly, he recognized the person, but it was very strange.
With a disheveled head of long hair loosely tied up, a worn face, eyes slightly reddened as if from crying, he wore an old green robe. On his waist, to the left and right, hung a wine gourd and a long sword.
At first glance, Chen Mo only felt that the person was a messy, lazy middle-aged man, with unkempt beard and unsharpened clothes. But after a second glance, he felt some familiarity.
Before Chen Mo could acknowledge the person, he stumbled over and walked in front of Chen Mo, glanced around, and tears welled up in his eyes before rolling down 'splat'.
With a 'thud,' the man in the green robe suddenly knelt down without any warning.
"Lord, Lord, Lord Zhang Long finally sees you."
The man in the green robe lifted his head, grabbed Chen Mo's hands tightly, afraid that this was a dream that would soon disappear.
This scene of reunion, Zhang Long didn't know how many times he had met in his dreams, but every time the encounter with his master was fleeting and gone in a moment.
Three hundred years ago, Chen Mo's death made Zhang Long feel guilty for a long time. After learning the content left in his letter before he died, he finally understood why the master was willing to die.
Because they are too weak...
Zhang Long accepted the broken sword left by Chen Mo and traveled with a sword alone from the outskirts of the Imperial City to the Xie Sand Sect. Along the way, he encountered many powerful beasts and almost died in the mountains.
But, as he thought about what the master had done for them and the pain he had suffered, he gritted his teeth and persevered. Even if he was covered in injuries...
Because only when he becomes stronger will he never have such painful experiences again.
Zhang Long has high talent and good comprehension. After entering the Xie Sand Sect, he overcame his own obstacles and gradually improved his swordsmanship.
Afterward, he left the Xie Sand Sect, traveled through the nine provinces, and step by step reached the position he is in today, becoming a revered "Little Sword God" among all swordsmen in the world.
Someone said that he is the closest person to the Sword God position, and someone else said that with his talent, he will certainly be able to surpass all previous Sword Gods in his lifetime.
However, when he truly became the supreme man in the world, Zhang Long was confused.
He grew stronger to not let down the master's expectations and to protect the master from harm.
But, the master is already dead...
Coming back to his senses, Zhang Long lost his goal and lived a confused life, thinking about how he didn't accept the sword given by the master, causing the master to have to turn back that day and fall into the hands of evil people. He felt deeply remorseful and guilty.
Zhang Long's life had no hope left. The once energetic and promising young Sword God gradually faded out of people's sight, becoming a daily drinker who lived life with no ambition or purpose, known as the "Wine Sword God".
Living in a place without a fixed home, Zhang Long lived each day as if he was a walking corpse, with no goals or hopes. He wandered where fate led him and spent his days drinking and sleeping.
By chance, he heard that the Holy Sword Sect was going to hold a "Miraculous Sword Conference." Originally, he had no intention of participating, but when he saw the broken sword that had accompanied him for three hundred years and was given to him by the master, he suddenly became interested.
If the master's sword can be ranked first in the Miraculous Sword Conference, it would count as a good thing for the master.
However, what Zhang Long didn't expect was that his casual impulse would lead him to something he had been longing for in the past three hundred years.
Zhang Long's bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Chen Mo, tears couldn't stop flowing out. He was not a person who was good at talking. After Chen Mo's death, he became even more introverted.
However, when facing Chen Mo, he had a lot of things to say. Three hundred years of grievances and three hundred years of pain that he wanted to tell him.
"Zhang Long?"
Upon hearing Zhang Long's words, Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment. He inspected the disheveled, alcohol-addicted man before him, his eyes flickering with surprise. Although the rough edges of life had been smoothed out by the hardships of society, he could still find hope in life.
But today, he could not find it.
Chen Mo didn't know what Zhang Long had gone through all these years, but he knew that he must have endured a lot of suffering.
Chen Mo raised his hand and gently patted Zhang Long's shoulder, "Zhang Long, these years, you have suffered a lot."
