I really don't want to be a traitor

The location of the new pure land is not difficult to find.

The four barriers formed by the four sword intents of killing, killing, exterminating, and trapping reach directly into the sky. From a distance, they look like four-colored sky pillars.

Fan Li separated three troops, each with 10,000 men, to escort the women of Wei, Han and Wu back to their respective countries.

He also ordered Fan Chun to lead 20,000 people to escort Chu Nu back to the country.

He led the remaining 150,000 garrison troops and marched in the direction of the New Pure Land.

After marching for only half a day, the army had arrived at the outskirts of the Pure Land.

"His Majesty!"

"The minister is here!"

Fan Li shouted into the sword curtain, but no one responded.

"Hanyue, it's me, I'm here!"

I shouted again, but still no one responded.

Fan Li was a little anxious.

Could it be that something unexpected happened in the Pure Land?
correct!

The Daci Dynasty had just been destroyed, and living in seclusion in the new pure land, besides Han Yue and Xiang Ning, there were also female sword cultivators from the former pure land.

Could it be that the demise of Daci made them so sad that they suddenly turned against each other?
Fan Li was anxious.

He wished he could tear the sword curtain apart by force, but with his own cultivation, how could he do it?

I tried using the Chenyuan Necklace again, but no one answered the video call.

"Something really happened!?"

Fan Li was filled with regret.

At this time, if Hu Zongxian is still by his side, with his cultivation in the Mahayana realm, maybe he can lead him through the sword curtain?

fortunately.

Fan Li was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but it didn't last long after all.

The sword curtain that extended to the top of the sky suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth, as if it had never existed!
The new pure land, a hundred miles away, has reappeared in the human world after ten years.

The scene that caught his eye later was something Fan Li would never forget.

One hundred women in blue shirts held spiritual swords, but the swords were not unsheathed.

They were arranged in two rows, like stars over the moon, guarding an emperor who was wearing a golden dragon robe and a crown, with a majestic posture but a blushing face.

It's Xiang Ning!
Fan Li hadn't seen her dressed up like this for a long time, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

This otherworldly 'Emperor's Guard of Honor' traveled ten feet away from Fan Li and finally stopped.

There was a female sword cultivator at the head, her aura was calm and her eyes were restrained, and her gestures seemed to be in harmony with the way of heaven.

Based on Fan Li's current knowledge, he could tell at a glance that the other party was a powerful female swordsman in the Hedao realm.

"The Pure Land of Fanyin respectfully sends His Majesty the Emperor of Chu back to court."

The Hedao realm female swordsman was the first to speak, and the other ninety-nine female swordsmen immediately echoed.

"Respectfully send Emperor Chu back to court!"

"I wish His Majesty the Emperor of Chu a prosperous national fortune and a smooth path to immortality!"

Fan Li was shocked.

He clearly saw that when the girls said this, Xiang Ning's eyes were filled with tears.

After spending ten years together day and night, they actually formed a deep friendship?
But what shocked Fan Li even more was that one hundred female swordsmen still regarded themselves as the Pure Land of Sanskrit to this day.

They are the true defenders of morality, the last adherents of Fan Li's philosophy that he cannot evaluate right and wrong.

Just this perseverance that never wavered was worthy of Fan Li's respect.

He said loudly: "Fan Li, Duke of Jin of the Great Chu, would like to express my gratitude to the Pure Land of Fanyin for taking care of my Emperor over the past ten years."

As soon as these words were spoken, a hint of warmth appeared in the resolute eyes of the female sword cultivators.

The leading female swordsman smiled and nodded at Fan Li.

She turned around and treated Xiang Ning with a sword.

"His Majesty."

"As time goes by, Pure Land monks will be your forever friends."

"I wish your Majesty a safe journey."

Tears, like pearls, kept sliding down Xiang Ning's cheeks.

But she held her head up bravely, regardless of the hundreds of thousands of garrison soldiers who saw her crying, and walked towards Fan Li alone.

Every time Xiang Ning takes a step, the sound of his footsteps is like his own heartbeat.

She is nervous!
Hesitant!

Overwhelmed!
But only the man in front of her made her believe that she could continue to move forward!
When the two were less than ten meters apart, Fan Li suddenly turned over and dismounted.

"Your Majesty, Fan Li, respectfully welcomes His Majesty back to the court!"

This was the first time that Fan Li knelt down to greet Xiang Ning with the courtesy of a courtier. But he also muttered in his heart: It’s just this time, it won’t happen next time. The state has national laws, and families also have family rules.

Behind Fan Li, 150,000 garrison soldiers knelt down at the same time. The scene was spectacular!
"Your Majesty is welcome to return to court!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Seeing this, Xiang Ning's eyes became even redder.

But her thoughts were confused for a moment, and she actually said: "Xiang...cough!"

Fan Li raised his head in confusion, wondering why Duanduan was coughing?
But he saw Xiang Ning's face flushed with embarrassment, her beautiful round almond eyes staring at him, looking angry.

"Stinky Fan Li! Bad Fan Li! Bastard Fan Li!"

"I almost called him 'xiang father' again!"

"I hate it, I've actually made it a habit?"

"Forefather Overlord, Ning'er swears never to call this bad guy 'xiangfu' again in this life. I'm so embarrassed!"

Xiang Ning mentally built up his emotions for a while before finally regaining his composure.

She spoke slowly, her voice sweet and a little majestic.

"Mr. Jin has worked hard and achieved great results in this trip. I am very relieved. May you live in peace."

"Sir, obey the order!"

Fan Li stood up and walked to stand next to Xiang Ning.

As soon as he waved his hand, soldiers immediately rolled out a dragon chariot that had been prepared long ago.

There is also a complete set of emperor's ceremonial guards, all prepared by Fan Li for Xiang Ning.

"He's so kind to me..."

Xiang Ning was moved to tears again.

Fan Li looked around for a while, then lowered his voice and asked in Xiang Ning's ear: "Your Majesty, where is Han Yue?"

Xiang Ning is definitely not a petty person, not to mention that she has already regarded Han Yue as a close friend.

But it ruins the scenery, it really ruins the scenery!

"Why do you read another woman's name when you are most moved?"

"Ahhhh!"

"Fan Li is always so annoying!"

Xiang Ning's teeth itched with hatred, and he managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"Your sweetheart is looking for Bai Rong."

Fan Li was dumbfounded, but couldn't deny it.

Hanyue is indeed her sweetheart, and she carved it into her heart herself.

……

…………

A tomb is just a burial mound.

Green shirt, white hair, sword like frost and snow.

Han Yue's figure is lonely, like a lonely soul, more lonely than the grave.

Kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

A grand ceremony to pay homage to the souls of the dead is also a farewell ceremony.

"I should have brought Bai Rong's head back as a sacrifice to you."

"But after all, I dislike her, and I'm afraid it will stain your place, so after thinking about it, I might as well forget it."

"I will keep this [Moon Chasing Sword], and it will accompany you on my behalf from now on."

"The world is a bit chaotic. I'm afraid he won't be able to cope with it. I have to help him eventually, so I can only say goodbye to you first."

"Sisters, please rest in peace."

Holding the Moon Chasing Sword in both hands, he placed it gently in front of the tombstone.

The heaven-level spiritual sword, which was as cold as frost and snow, only had a bright red color that had just been stained at the tip of the sword.

Turning around and walking down the mountain, I saw two familiar figures.

A man she longed for day and night.

A woman, wearing a slightly loose dragon robe, would glance sideways at the man next to her from time to time, and then give herself a sincere and friendly smile.

Fan Li saw Han Yue's white hair and finally understood why she had been secretive all these years.

He didn't care about all that, and strode forward directly, grabbing the slender hand of the strongest swordsman in the world who was capable of killing him instantly.

"go!"

"go home with me!"