Chitose words

Han Changsheng had a look of fascination on his face and said with emotion:

"If one day, I can also see the peerless grace of the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal', it will really be a life without regrets. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it."

He suddenly remembered that more than a month ago, the three of them had heard the shocking secret about the life and death of the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" in the secret conversation between the ancestors and grandsons of the Bai family in the Governor's Mansion in Zhaoge City, Tianchen Kyoto. I felt dejected and sad for a while.

Han Changsheng was really sad and felt like his heart was blocked to death!
He could hardly believe that if such a talented and heroic genius as the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" really died due to the conspiracy of someone close to him, what a misfortune it would be for the Southern Tianchen Dynasty!
How sad is it for the people of the Southern Dynasties and the martial arts community of the Southern Dynasties?

Every time Han Changsheng thought of this, he felt very sad and wished he could treat him with his own body!

But Bo Xi was from the Northern Dynasty after all. In front of Bo Xi, he did not dare to discuss this matter with Xie Zhao and Ling or in depth.

So he could only hold back his words, and doing this made him feel more uncomfortable than killing him!
However, it is not surprising in the martial arts world of the Southern Dynasties that Han Changsheng would have such sad and angry thoughts.

After all, in the past, the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" in the Southern Dynasties, the title of "Glory of the Martial Arts" was by no means unearned, and there were naturally many supporters.

Who knew that Han Changsheng was feeling sad on one side, and was in panic on the other side.

"puff--"

It turned out that Xie Zhao couldn't hold back after hearing what he said, and accidentally spit out a mouthful of tea, almost choking himself and spitting on Han Changsheng's face.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm sad here, what are you doing?!"

Han Changsheng was startled.

He stood up in a hurry and carefully looked around to see if his clothes had been ruined by Xie Zhao, for fear of being ruined by Chi Yu!

Xie Zhao waved his hands repeatedly with an apologetic look.

"Um... I'm sorry, I just lost my words at the moment."

After she apologized, she glanced at Han Changsheng several times with a half-smile, and then said:
"Although. But what will happen if you meet her once? Can you grow a few taels of meat, or can you reach a great martial arts realm? Why is 'die without regrets' so exaggerated? Is it too mythical for an individual?" "

Han Changsheng's sadness and anger were dashed to pieces by Xie Zhao's indifferent and irrelevant words!
He immediately glared at her and said through gritted teeth:

"What do you know?! How can you understand the height and realm of the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal'? Fortunately, you still have an old relationship with His Royal Highness Chitose's sword attendant 'Golden Platform' Lu Shangque——"

When Han Changsheng said this, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly said:

"——I know! No wonder Lu Shangque of 'Golden Terrace' has an old relationship with your cousin, but he still draws his sword against you!

Have you ever spoken unabashedly in front of Mr. Lu and said something as stinky as you just now?That’s no wonder!
Lord Lu respects and loves the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' for his loyalty and devotion. If you dare to say such disrespectful and disrespectful remarks to him about slandering the Sword Immortal, it will be strange if he doesn't kill you! "

Xie Zhao paused slightly and looked at him with a complicated expression.

".You can shut up."

If she is guilty, please let God punish her!
Instead of sending Han Changsheng, a fool, to torture her!
Ling or shook his head and sighed.

"Xie Zhao, what Han Changsheng said is right. Whether it is public or private, moral or compassionate, the character of the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' is impeccable.

I know you have no ill intentions and have no intention of insulting the Sword Immortal, but you should always be considerate when speaking.What's more?" Ling Or couldn't bear to say the rest of the words.

Did Han Changsheng not think of that sad and depressing thing that he just remembered?
If what Bai Mengxian and Bai Rusong said is true, the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" may have already passed away as the Crane Immortal.

The dead are respected and should not be desecrated by jokes.

Bo Xi didn't say anything, but looked at Xie Zhao with a look of disapproval.

People in the Northern Dynasties were martial and strong, not to mention people of noble character. It is understandable that Bo Xi would respect the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal".

Xie Zhao helped his forehead and had no choice but to "give in".

What is wrong with these three people?
Aren't they discussing the arrangements for this trip to the Fenglan Dynasty in Western Xinjiang?

How could everything be so good, but he ended up with the "dead man" "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" again?

Xie Zhao said with sour teeth: "Okay, okay, it's just my words and deeds that are unconscionable."

She didn't want to talk about this topic further, so she quickly changed the topic and tried to bring the conversation back.

Xie Zhao hurriedly said: "To get back to the subject, because the 'Black Sailuo' in Western Xinjiang are absolutely not allowed to intermarry with the nine high castes, they can only be carried out internally from generation to generation, so it is avoided to the greatest extent. The circulation between words leaks.”

Everyone came back to their senses and then remembered the topic.

Ling or Wen Xian nodded gently and said, "That's right. Since the letter that Hanyong got from Tuoba Xiao in the past years is in Fenglan's old style, then the owner of this letter is He must have been born in one of the nine high castes in Fenglan in Western Xinjiang.

Therefore, if we want to explore something, there must always be an 'incision' to go deep. "

Ever since Ling He knew about his life experience, it seemed that he had never called Tuoba Hong, the emperor of Hanyong, with the title "father".

So much so that Bo Xi, who had only a vague idea of ​​their identity and purpose, had walked together these past few days without realizing that the young man in front of him was actually the blood of the Tuoba clan, the royal family of the Northern Dynasty.

Xie Zhao nodded and said: "That's right, Min Xiaoyao's road guide records the certificates of his many years of medical travel. I have replaced the information on the first page of the road guide that records his name and place of origin.

So when others open this guide and see the following pages of certificates stamped with the official seals of all states in the world, it is only because 'Xie Zhao' is an experienced doctor. "

Han Changsheng frowned at her and questioned unceremoniously:

"But, do you know medical skills? If you talk to the real doctors of the Yitaros, if you are afraid of opening your mouth, people will still find out that you are a fake."

Xie Zhao Liangliang raised his eyelids, raised his delicately curved chin and said:
"It's a coincidence, isn't it? As for me, I have been well-read since I was a child. I have dabbled in a wide range of topics. I am barely erudite and knowledgeable. I happen to have read a few books on medical skills."

Han Changsheng looked at her with a confused expression: "Can you do it?"

Xie Zhao laughed angrily.

"Why can't I do it? Besides, the traditional Chinese medicine in the southern border is profound and profound, and the way of practicing medicine is fundamentally different from that of the doctors in the western border. I have been ill for a long time, and I can be considered a half-hearted doctor."

At that time, all they need to do is to fool around with the truth and lies. Where can the doctors from Western Xinjiang go to verify whether I am a real famous doctor from Tianchen in the Southern Dynasty? "