Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 621 90. Morning and Dusk

Shaohao and his wife Fenghong received a special guest.

Chilong.

An immortal creature who has lived from the Battle of Banquan to the present, but none of the names spread in the world truly belong to him. Shaohao once heard his father tell about this Dragon Lord, saying that he came from an unknown place. The name of the Mighty Light and Dust Dragon Lord was probably what he wanted to achieve by letting the world spread this name. matter.

For some mysterious and ancient beings, it is not impossible to reawaken the creatures that have long passed away in the years with just a name spoken by the world.

Especially for that red dragon.

Shaohao received this distinguished Dragon Lord in the central palace. They had quite a lot of dealings with each other, so they were naturally familiar with him. But Long Jun also brought someone who surprised Shaohao.

Goddess.

One of the ancient gods who helped Huangdi defeat Jiuli, and also his sister, Xian, the daughter of Chishui.

Shaohao looked at Long Jun, but Long Jun was standing outside the door and did not come in.

At this time, Shaohao realized that the guest was not Chilong, but his sister.

Li Xi'an watched Tiannu Ba enter the palace and turned to leave. He was not interested in the reunion between brother and sister.

Walking out of the central palace, he came to the streets of Xuanyuan City.

As the night fades, the lights that illuminate the long night appear dim.

Most of the people in the city had not slept all night, and they were sleeping soundly at this time. It was unusually quiet in the early morning. Empty lanterns rolled past the street, and the bright red ribbons of decoration danced in the wind, making it seem a bit lonely.

While walking across a wooden bridge, he saw someone rowing a boat on the river below. This is a dug river in the city, and the water containing spiritual energy nourishes the people in the city along the waterways in the city. As long as you pay, the boatman will take you across these rivers, which is much faster and more convenient than walking along the streets.

However, the boatmen had made enough money last night and were resting now. Only some old wooden boats rowed on the normally busy river. These wooden boats are not for carrying passengers, but are mostly used to deliver things. Most of the boatmen are old people, and young people are not willing to do this hard work.

"Are you carrying people?" Li Xi'an said.

The old man punting the boat glanced at him and said, "Where are the guests going?"

"Walking around, I'm just waiting for someone to kill some time."

The old man nodded, "Then I'll give you as much as you want to get off the boat. Come on, I've been on the water for decades. I know all about the beautiful waterways in this city, and I won't defraud you of your money in vain."

After getting on the boat and sitting firmly, the sound of wood pulp moving through the water can be heard.

The old man rolled up his sleeves to prevent the splashing water from getting them wet. The boat was very stable. Li Xi'an sat under the canopy and watched the boat cut through the water like a knife.

After walking through a section of waterway, the old man chatted with Li Xi'an.

"Is this your first time coming to Xuanyuan City?"

Li Xi'an shook his head, "But it's been a while since I last came."

It has been hundreds of years since Emperor Huangdi rode a dragon to heaven, which is quite a long time.

"Where do the guests come from?"

"Jishui."

When the old man heard this, he sighed: "This is a good place. I heard that Xuanyuan City was not built on the Zhuolu Plain, but on the bank of Jishui, which was the birthplace of Emperor Xuanyuan Huang. I look at your appearance, my guest. Being able to come to Xuanyuan City from such a far away place must be due to his magical abilities, right?" Li Xi'an nodded and didn't say much.

After passing another bridge, someone stood on the shore and asked this way: "Old man, are you taking anyone?"

"Where are you going?" The old man was surprised. Normally, no one would be willing to board his old and shabby boat even if he went a long way. But today, there was one business after another.

"Wander around as you like!"

"Come up here!"

As the hull swayed a little, an additional passenger appeared opposite Li Xian.

He is a middle-aged man with a long history, carrying a wooden box half a man's height. The sideburns were neat and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He let out a long sigh of relief after sitting firmly. It is difficult for men of this age to have foreheads as smooth as his, because they are often burdened with the pressure of a family's survival, and hard work in farming takes up most of a man's life. It can be seen that the middle-aged man is pampered and has not even a wrinkle on his forehead.

The old man quietly retracted his gaze, and the wooden boat began to move forward again.

The cabin was not as bright as the outside world, and was a little dim. The sun that had just risen could only shine on Li Xi'an's feet.

"Why are you here?" Li Xi'an asked.

"Xian was sent to see her father, so there is nothing wrong with me. Although there is only one sword and one armor in that mausoleum, it is the mausoleum of Emperor Xuanyuan after all, isn't it?" the middle-aged man said.

His face is sixty percent similar to the Xuanyuan family that Li Xi'an first met, but the middle-aged man's eyebrows are more compact, which makes his eyes sharper. Compared with the calmness of Xuanyuan's speech, his lips Thinner, more sharp and serious, with a metallic gray indifference in his eyes.

The old man was punting the boat, unaware that the two most powerful creatures in the world had met in his boat.

"She can't stay too far away from me." Li Xi'an said.

"Of course I know this. After all, I don't want to see a severe drought in Xuanyuan City. After the sacrifice is over, I will trouble Lord Long to take her away." The middle-aged man said.

Li Xi'an nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Long."

"This is the only creature in the world besides you who has laws, and carries the power of the ancient gods. I will leave the world soon, and I don't know when I will come back, or even if I can't come back. You are the most powerful beings in this world. Now that you have inherited the Law of Origin, you know many secrets, and you know that there are still enemies outside this world, and we don’t know when those enemies will come. "

"Is Mr. Long leaving?" the middle-aged man asked melancholy.

"Some things must have an end, and we can't just let it go." The appearance of the temple in Tiananmen appeared in Li Xi'an's mind. After so much time, he could even remember the details of the cracks in the bricks and tiles of the temple. Chu. He knew that there was the source of all secrets, and it might also be his destination. The phantom sitting in the bloody lotus had the same pair of eyes as him.

The middle-aged man took off the wooden box he was carrying and opened it.

There is a sword lying in the wooden box.

A heavy sword with a ridge that was much more protruding than an ordinary long sword. Li Xi'an's expression moved slightly. This sword made him think of the Faint Sword.

"I learned from my father that the Dragon Lord wears a sword, so I made this sword and gave it to the Dragon Lord."

"Do you have a name?"

"I heard that Lord Long has a sword named Xi. I think this sword will be called Faint. How about it?" The middle-aged man stroked the long sword to the blade, and there was some tenderness in his indifferent eyes.

Those who forge swords will always have feelings for the work they put their efforts into, even the Bai Emperor who is said to be in charge of killing.

Li Xi'an smiled, "Did you faint the sword? Very good."