The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Li Blade did not pay much attention to the departure of Xing'er and Little Dou Chu.

What happened between Bai Tong and Shen Bing Xin was their own choice, did he make the mistake of not stopping Bai Tong? Ridiculous.

Everyone had the right to choose something like feelings, but they couldn't do it like Bai Tong.

Shen Bing's heart was hurt, and she even died, but Bai Tong was not injured? Between men and women, no matter who hurt who, it was not wrong. If you blame someone, then don't fall in love with them from the beginning.

It was already dark. Li Dao carried two jars of wine and went to find Bai Tong.

Bai Tong was kneeling in front of a mound of dirt. In front of the mound of dirt was a stone tablet with the words, "Tomb of my beloved wife, Shen Bing, erected on top of it."

Li Dao walked up and said nothing. He sat down cross-legged, raised his hand, and threw a jar of wine to Bai Tong.

Bai Tong caught the jar of wine and opened the seal. He took out the cork wrapped in red cloth and gulped it down. Part of the drink was in his mouth, part in his face, part in his shirt.

Fortunately, the alcohol content in this era was not high, otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to drink so much.

Standing up, he walked to Li Dao's side and sat down. Bai Tong laughed. It was a very sarcastic laugh.

"Master, did you say I was wrong?"

"You're right, at least I think so," Li Dao replied with a sideways glance at the boy.

The white boy picked up the jar and poured the wine as if it would make him feel better.

"Bing Xin is a good girl. I will carry her, but I cannot carry my sword." Bai Tong continued.

"It doesn't matter if she loses. Since she chose to love you, it is only right that she bear the consequences."

Hearing Li Dao's reply, the white child tilted his head and smiled. He then asked, "Master, have you ever loved someone?"

Li Dao was silent as he lifted up the wine jar. His actions were not as heroic and elegant as the white child's, and he only gulped it down his throat.

After a long time, Li Dao finally replied, "I loved her. I loved her very much."

"Can you tell me something?"

"No."

The Master and disciple looked at each other and smiled before continuing to drink.

The next day, Bai Tong bid farewell to Li Dao, saying that he was going to sharpen his swordsmanship.

Li Dao nodded and passed the Blue Lotus Sword Manual to Bai Tong. This was all he could do to help him. The only step he could take was up to him.

It was unknown how far the old man's chess game had progressed. To be honest, Li Dao already had the thought of leaving. He assassinated Kublai in the world of Divine Eagles, opened his eyes wide, supported Prince Gong, and continued the Han Dynasty. The vast amount of karmic luck he had gained was enough for him to cross over once more. Therefore, he didn't need to spend too much effort to obtain more karmic luck in this world.

However, if he left without a care in the world, then what about Shangguan Yan and Xing'er? And there was also the deathly yin and yang qi plotted by the borderline old man, he couldn't bear to part with them.

Forget it, let's just take the good fortune of the borderline old man and leave.

The world does not stop because of a single person, how people live and how they live.

The citizens of the four cities realized that a young man in white had appeared on the streets. He looked very handsome, holding an exaggerated long sword and setting up a stall. He was selling words at all times. However, he didn't seem to have read the book. His handwriting was ugly, and no one wanted to buy his handwriting. Quite a few people laughed at him.

Li Dao didn't care at all. Every day, he would immerse himself in writing and constantly polish his Jindan in his spare time. In this world, the highest capacity that could accommodate a Zongshi realm expert was currently very slow. Perhaps this was also the reason why the old man at the border wanted to improve his yin and yang energy.

Time passed day by day, and Li Dao's life was very ordinary until one day, two police officers who passed by talked about the marriage between the stinky tofu and the princess.

Li Dao then closed his booth and raised his head to look at the sky. The various emotions above the four cities had already reached a critical point.

The old man's game was about to end, so let's see who would be the final winner.