Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

a month later.

The love meeting is over.

Far outside the fairy city.

Autumn rains.

Chen Chen rode a mighty silver demon wolf, full of vigor, chic and unrestrained.

At the Immortal Slaying Conference, he defeated his former fiancée with a single sword, completely cutting off the love between the two.

At the same time, he became famous and became a master of the younger generation.

Qin Hao sat in the carriage and bid farewell to the people who came to see him off.

"Senior Brother Chen, I don't know when we will see each other again, I hope Senior Brother will cherish it!"

Chen Chen said with a smile: "Junior Brother Qin cherishes it. When we meet again in the future, I will have a good drink."

Qin Hao cupped hands and said: "This is nature."

"Then senior brother, I will go ahead."

After Chen Chen finished speaking, he gently patted the wolf's head.

The magic wolf sensed the master's order, and ran forward with a snort.

"I don't know where my husband is going, but I am willing to follow my husband."

The Eighth Prince stood in front of the carriage with a respectful expression.

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Old Ba, sir, I plan to go to the Supreme Sword Sect. The fate between you and me ends here for the time being. We will meet again someday."

Supreme Sword Sect?

Only then did the Eighth Prince remember Qin Hao's other identity - the sword son of Taiyi Sword Sect.

The Supreme Sword Sect is the ancestral line of the Taiyi Sword Sect, so it is only natural for Mr. to go back to the Supreme Sword Sect.

"Since the master is going back to the Supreme Sword School, the student will not disturb him. The student is a stupid nephew who is practicing in the Supreme Sword School."

"Sir, if there is anything you can't inform the students, you can find my stupid nephew."

"It's easy to say."

Qin Hao nodded, he naturally understood nepotism.

"You and I have a teacher-student relationship, and my husband doesn't have anything to give you, so I will compose a poem today as a farewell souvenir."

"Thank you sir."

The Eighth Prince looked at Qin Hao expectantly.

These days, he followed his husband, and he deeply felt the strength of his husband.

Not only has a thorough understanding of Dao, but also is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qin Hao took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, while Su Wan'er beside him studied the ink for him.

After a while, Qin Hao swiped his pen, wrote a few lines of large characters on the scroll, and handed it over.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows geese and rain.

Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king.

"Good poetry, sir, great talent!"

The Eighth Prince accepted the poem with excitement written all over his face.

"Sir, what is the name of this poem?"

Qin Hao thought for a while and then said, "It's called "Farewell to the Eighth Prince"."

"This……"

The Eighth Prince never expected that such an ordinary name would be used in a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

"It's such a happy decision, the old eight is destined to meet again."

Qin Hao said, waving the whip in his hand, and drove away in the chariot.

The Eighth Prince carefully put the poem into the storage ring, and the figure watching the carriage go away did not come back to his senses for a long time.

at the same time.

In the remote fairy city.

The two figures were also watching the chariot that disappeared on the official road.

After a long time, one of the old women said:

"Holy Maiden, Mr. Qin is gone."

Only then did Beigong Linglong come to her senses, and she returned to her usual appearance: "Yes, he's gone, we should go back too."

As the Holy Maiden of Wangqing Palace, she naturally couldn't come and see Qin Hao off in person.

After all, the Zhanqing Conference has ended, and any disciple of Wangqing Palace is not allowed to meet with the former dao companion again.

Even if she, Beigong Linglong, is a Holy Maiden.

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Ask about Sword City.

The practice Sacred Land in the hearts of sword repairers in the world.

In the streets and alleys, you can see sword cultivators practicing with their swords on their backs.

There is even a stage of life and death in the city, for the sword cultivators in the city to stand on the stage to judge life and death.

It can be said that in Asking Sword City, no one will care about your origin, nor will anyone care about your strength.

What you care about is whether the sword in your hand is fast enough and sharp enough.

Any cultivator who can make a big name in the City of Asking Swords has the opportunity to enter the Supreme Sword Sect to practice.

Of course, in Asking Sword City, you are about to mess with anyone, except the cultivator of Supreme Sword Sect.

For one thing, no one can bully the disciples of Supreme Sword Sect under the eyes of Supreme Sword Sect.

Secondly, no one can beat Supreme Sword Sect.

The city gate just opened today.

The two noble inner disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect arrived at the gate of the city surrounded by a group of Outer Sect disciples.

The two groups of people just stood there, giving people a feeling of tension.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding sword cultivators retreated a few steps subconsciously.

The two inner disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect seem to only have the Gold Core Cultivation Base, but they must be accompanied by the Nascent Soul cultivator when traveling.

If the two sides fight, I'm afraid they will suddenly become scumbags.

"Zhao Zhixun, why don't you practice well in Sect and come here early in the morning to block the door?"

Among the crowd of the Supreme Sword Sect, a young man with thin skin and tender flesh, a simple and honest face, and a little baby fat on his face joked with a smile.

When Zhao Zhixun, who had an unruly face, heard this, his face showed deep disdain:

"Gan Zhenduo, are you teaching Ben to do less?"

"Yo!"

Gan Zhenduo showed a simple and honest smile on his face, giving people the feeling of an honest person.

"Young Master Zhao, you really have a big temper. Why don't we fight first before the person we are waiting for arrives?"

Although Zhao Zhixun was not afraid of the smiling tiger in front of him, he thought that the person he was going to pick up today was a heavyweight.

Naturally, he didn't want to wait to see that uncle in disgrace.

"Gan Zhenduo, don't think I don't know what you're playing. Today I'm going to pick up my uncle. When my uncle arrives, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

"Otherwise, if you offend him, even your master who sees money will not be able to keep you!"

Gan Zhenduo faked fear on his face: "I'm so scared!"

"I don't know if that uncle of yours is as powerful as my master. I advise you to take your brats and stay away, so as not to make my master unhappy, and you will be in big trouble!"

The two were fighting with each other, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

A group of Outer Sect disciples who followed the two held their hands on the hilt of their swords one by one.

It seems that as long as their own Dage speaks, they will rush forward to teach each other a profound lesson.

The sword cultivators around listened and subconsciously retreated several hundred meters, for fear that they would really fight.

But the Nascent Soul cultivator following the two of them is expressionless, and I just watch you two perform quietly.

The two quarreled from morning to afternoon.

The cultivators who wanted to go to Sword Asking City didn't dare to pass by them, and they all watched from afar.

In his mind, he was thinking about when the two of them would fight.

After the fight is over, let the big guys enter the city!

Just as the crowd of sword cultivators waited anxiously, a carriage slowly drove up.

On the carriage, Qin Hao drank some wine and looked at the Xiongcheng in the distance.

I saw the words "Wenjian City" written on the Xiongcheng City.

"Three months."

"finally reached."

Qin Hao stretched, only to find that there were quite a few cultivators standing in front of him, as if they were watching something.

He didn't stop the carriage, but casually yelled towards the side of the road: "What happened in front of you fellow daoists?"

An enthusiastic fellow daoist immediately explained: "This fellow daoist, there is an inner disciple of the supreme sword sect fighting in front of us. We will wait for them to finish fighting before going over."

Rush?

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's interesting, I want to see how powerful the disciples of Supreme Sword Sect are."

"Fang Ping, speed up!"

"Ugh……"

Seeing the sudden speed of the carriage, the enthusiastic fellow daoist was about to call Qin Hao to stop, but it was too late.

It's another stunned young man who doesn't know where he came from. Is it possible for us to watch the fighting of disciples of Supreme Sword Sect?

With a curious attitude, he set his eyes on the carriage.

Qiuhu is extremely vicious.

Although the disciples of the supreme sword sect have long been immune to cold and heat.

But after confronting each other at the gate of this city for so long, they were already getting impatient in their hearts.

Zhao Zhixun and Gan Zhenduo were already tired of cursing, and while sitting on the own beast waiting for Qin Hao's arrival, they were staring at each other.

Boom... Boom...

The sound of rolling wheels suddenly alarmed everyone present.

Including the melon-eating cultivator who was watching the play, they all turned their eyes to the direction of the sound.

I saw two young men driving a carriage towards this side.

Before the carriage approached, a lazy voice came from the carriage:

"Fuck, I was deceived by enthusiastic passers-by, there is no rush here at all!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Everyone turned their gazes to the speaker in unison.