The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 4 Living Lotus Jie Feng Dy

In the tea shop, Jian Jiuchi was drinking tea alone, his eyes focused on the sword manual on the table.

I was so mesmerized that before I knew it, the tea in the cup was already cold.

"As expected of a peerless swordsman!"

After turning the last page, I couldn't help but sigh in admiration when the sword was so close.

When he was about to drink again, he realized that the tea was already cold.

Turning around and looking around, it was getting late before he knew it, and there were only a few empty tables nearby.

And the shopkeepers who are preparing to pack things up there.

He called the shopkeeper, and when he was about to pay and leave, a refreshing fragrance burst into the sword's nose.

Unique taste, this fragrance is unique to the lotus flower.

Everyone in the world says that the fragrance of lotus flowers is clear and far-reaching, but the fragrance of lotus smells like the blood of war souls. It is the ancient mud smell of lotus flowers that have fought fierce battles for survival since ancient times. If you smell it deeply, it will be painful!

It was the residual heat of the ancient war that was burning. After thousands of years of burning, everything turned into bones and ashes. Only the lotus flower still retained its blood soul that had not quenched for thousands of years. It had been blooming in the hot summer, and this lotus flower had now found itself.

"Shopkeeper, please prepare another pot of tea!"

The store, which was originally about to close, looked at the young man in front of him. He was not dressed as a scholar but was reading a book all day long. He nodded and went to make tea.

Soon, the newly brewed tea was delivered to Jian Qianchi. Along with the tea, there was a young man dressed in luxurious clothes.

The young man has a delicate face and looks like Pan An. With just one glance, he is deeply attracted by the sword.

Especially the pair of unique swirling eyebrows above the bright and determined eyes.

"Friend! Could you please ask me for a cup of tea?"

Although the young man seemed to be asking, he was already sitting across from the sword, picking up the tea, pouring a cup, taking a sip and saying, "Good tea!"

"The cup is just ordinary tea. But the sip you drank is indeed good!" Facing the young man in front of him, Jian Chuanchi did not feel that he could take advantage of his words, and asked straight to the point: "Should I call you my friend?" Su Huanzhen, still...!"

The young man put down the teacup, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He did not answer, but asked: "Since I was born, many people have called me Su Huanzhen. You are the first person to ask this!"

"As far as I know, Su Huanzhen died not long ago. Maybe you are Su Huanzhen, but Su Huanzhen is not you! It is fate that you come to me, and we will always be separated by swords in heaven. Dare I ask my friends? Name?"

"The Living Lotus—Jie Fengdi!"

Looking at each other and smiling, they both picked up the tea and drank it down in one gulp.

Jian Jiuchi was the first to speak: "Are you here to find me for Master and Disciple Feng Zhihen?"

Xie Fengdi asked directly: "That's right! I wonder if the method of resurrection my friend said is true?"

"Of course! But this matter involves that long ago, the secrets of the three religions were recorded in the origins of the three religions. Whether they can obtain the true power of miracles depends on the fortune of their masters and disciples!"

The origin of the three religions is a history book that records the secrets of the three religions long ago, and it also involves the long-lost Yi Tian Xuan Vein. With the help of memory, the sword is close, and it is natural to understand the impact of the contents on the three religions.

And it would be more credible for Xie Fengdi and the others to investigate these matters.

"That's it! The bad guys will pay attention to this matter!" Jie Fengdi has been observing the sword close at hand. Seeing his calm face and the faint sword intention coming out of his body, he secretly guessed why Feng Zhihen would ask him about the weapon.

He immediately changed the topic and said: "Wind Scar is a good friend of the bad. Did you ever say that you lack a sword that you can use now?"

The matter of the sword was just mentioned casually, but I didn't expect it to end up with Jie Fengdi.

The swordman nodded in recognition and said: "Feng Zhihen is the top swordsman, and we are both sword users, but I really want to discuss swords with him. The matter of weapons is just a pretext!"

"Are you sure we will fight in the fifteenth day?"

"Without a sword, there is a 70% chance of victory. If you have a sword, you will definitely win!"

"Ha...! My friend is kind-hearted!" Xie Fengdi smiled and said, "Do you know the origin of Sword Master Feng?"

"He comes from Yi Tian Xuan Vein!" There were not too many words, he was straightforward, and regarding the information about Yi Tian Xuan Vein, Xie Fengdi did not ask.

He knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't answer if the sword was so close.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while, mostly about the current forces in the world and their future development.

During this period, Xie Fengdi kept asking about the origin of the sword, but he changed the subject one by one.

But just when the two were chatting happily, the store owner interrupted them.

"Two gentlemen, I'm really sorry, the shop is closing! Please see if you can come back next time!"

Only then did the two of them react, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

"It seems that we can only talk about this for today!"

He casually took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Xie Fengdi also stood up at this time and said: "Friend! That's it for today, let's talk about it another day!"

"As it should be!"

"Farewell!"

Watching Jie Fengdi leave, Jian Jiancheng thought for a moment, then left the tea stall and headed towards Yungui Mountain.

Make friends with this group of righteous people and endorse yourself. At the same time, you must leave a way out for yourself even if the sword is close at hand.

But now, the only person who can be completely trusted is the single-peaked ancestor who has claimed himself for hundreds of years.

…………

He bid farewell to Jie Fengdi, whose sword was close at hand, and walked slowly.

Since birth, everyone has regarded themselves as Su Huanzhen.

Although he did not object to this identity, it also made Xie Fengdi more confused.

Only today, Jian Chuanchi made it clear that he was just Xie Fengdi. Even though Xie Fengdi had an elegant nature, he couldn't help but feel good about him.

"Since you have a sword and are 100% sure about the sword technique in fifteen days, let the inferior see what you can do!"

Thinking of the search for the sword, Xie Fengdi couldn't help but stop. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that there seemed to be no suitable sword.

Just when he was a little troubled, a figure with a red nose appeared in his mind, and his brows suddenly relaxed.

"Friend Qin Jiaxian! It seems that this matter can only trouble you!"

Thinking of this, when he was about to go to find Qin Jiaxian, a sudden rush of footsteps stopped Xie Fengdi.

"Is it Zambi Boluo? Why are you looking for me?"

"Jie Fengdi, something happened to Emperor Demon Breath?"

Immediately, Zambiboluo told the whole story of the incident.

It turned out that the Demonic Breath Emperor was seriously injured and received healing from the old Jiuluntian headquarters.

After taking thirty-six Fuyu seeds, what no one expected today was that after taking the medicine, the Demonic Breath Emperor would go into chaos and fall into a coma.

At this moment, his life is hanging by a thread!
Now that Jiuluntian has appeared in the world, the military peak is at its peak. Although the Demon Breath Emperor is originally from Jiuluntian, he is also an indispensable force against Jiuluntian. Jie Fengdi has to take care of this matter.

"Where is the Demonic Breath Emperor now?"

"Xie Fengdi, please come with me!"

(End of this chapter)