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The young masters came here for a trip and gave the thunder sword and wind blade

Three days later, the national master came and heard footsteps. Qin Chuan moved faster than a rabbit. He threw the messy bedding and a box of pastries into a bed of water bags, so that he could not find any clues.

Perhaps seeing that she was not at all haggard, and even her face was a little rosy, the national master was helpless and hugged his arms and whispered: "Young master is gone, not in Fengmian Mountain, nor in Haotian Tower. I guess he doesn't want to wade into muddy waters. He has given up on you and left Tianyuan."

Qin Chuan's reaction was very cold: "Oh, that's it. I have nothing to do with him, but I'm sorry for you to be sad for me."

The national master sighed and bent down to sit in front of her. His voice was rarely softer: "Grandma, you are still young and have a lifetime to live. Don't let me regret your great years but lose your life. I have many ruthless methods, but I don't want to use these methods on you. In this way, we each take a step back and I can send you away from the Tianyuan border. In exchange, you tell me the place where the prince's soul is."

Qin Chuan looked at his eyes, and there was a rare feeling of anxiety and heartache. Who was the heartache? For that demon prince?

"You care a lot about that prince? As a minister, your concern is a bit too much."

A faint sentence made the national master's face change drastically, sweat surged out from his forehead, staring at her coldly, and whispered: "What did you say? Care...too much?"

Qin Chuan smiled: "Yes, I don't think the emperor was heartbroken. I just got better after a while of illness. It seems that you are more like the prince's father than him..."

The words suddenly stopped. She looked at the national teacher's green and white face in shock. In her deep eyes, regret, anger, murderous intent, and fear were mixed together, and her eyes gradually became red. She looked at her tightly. She suddenly felt awakened, covering her mouth and frowned.

No? You got it right?

"What did you say just now?"

His voice suddenly became strange and low, making her shudder, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "I didn't say anything! That... the weather is pretty good today! The wind is bright and the autumn is clear!"

The national master looked at her for a long time and was about to say something when he suddenly heard the monster outside the stone gate roaring, and then the stone gate was hit hard by something, and the entire underground palace was trembling. He immediately stood up and rushed out like lightning!

But he was still a step slower. The stone gate smashed the irresistible force, and the gravel splattered. As the smoke and dust rolled, a purple shadow slowly walked in. The national master narrowed his eyes and pushed away the dust rolled in front of him. He immediately saw his mount monster chopped into two pieces, blood flowing all over the ground, and he was already dead.

The man in purple walked to five feet opposite him and suddenly stopped. Although half of his body was soaked in the blood of monsters, his jade-like cheeks were stained with several blood marks, and his eyes were even blind. He was tightly closed, but he was still beautiful orchid, as handsome as a green bamboo.

Xuanzhu started to tremble all over, suddenly got up and rushed towards him, screaming: "You are here to save me?! Zi..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy blow from the back of his head, and he immediately became dizzy. Qin Chuan took back his hand, took a rope and tied her hands and feet, and threw it on the back of the little donkey that had turned into a white paper. This sister has always been unable to do anything, so instead of letting her rush up and seeking death, it is so impaired that everyone is not good, it is better to let her faint, at least be quieter.

Seeing that the national master and Zuo Zichen were looking at her speechlessly, she quickly waved her hand with a smile: "No... nothing! You guys continue! Continue!"

Although Zuo Zichen's eyes were closed, she could still feel him looking at him, but she quickly moved away and met the national teacher. His voice was always cold, and this time it was extremely cold: "You have always wanted to see Young Master Qi, and even sent people to harass him several times, just to find out the bottom. Now that I'm here, why don't you look at it thoroughly?"

Qin Chuan unconsciously bit his tongue. He pretended to be Mr. Qi? What is this strategy?

The national master looked at him up and down, with disbelief, admiration, and doubts in his eyes: "Sir, this is a bad word. I just admire his style and want to make friends with him. Haha... I really didn't expect that the gentleman was so young and handsome. No wonder he often wears a mask when he goes out."

Zuo Zichen said lightly: "Do you want to make friends? Now that I am here, just say anything I want to say, and see if I can move me and do things for you Tianyuan."

The national master's eyes flashed, bowed his hands and smiled hoarsely, "Sir, you are really a cheerful person..." Before he could finish his words, a blood-red line suddenly shot out from his sleeve, which was astonishingly fast, and directly attacked Zuo Zichen's heart. With a few slight giggles, the top of the red line was held by Zuo Zichen casually with his hand, and he squeezed it with force and broke all of them. It was not until this time that Qin Chuan saw clearly that it was not a red line at all, but a slender and demonized arm, thinner than the thinnest blade, its color was as long as blood, and its five fingers were as long as the tip of a needle. Now that the hand was grabbed by Zuo Zichen, and its bones were broken, as soft as a ball of flesh.

"The art of heart-cutting?" Zuo Zichen showed a sarcastic smile, "Is this the sincerity of the national teacher?"

A cold light flashed, and the demon hand was cut off by the sword in his hand. A trace of pain flashed across the national master's face, and swam back like a broken arm snake, and drilled into his wide sleeves. After a while, his elbow was soaked with blood. Instead of being angry, he had unprecedented respect and said sincerely: "I am worthy of being Mr. Qi, but I am reckless. I only cut off one demon hand, which shows that the gentleman is broad-minded."

The sword gently shook it, and dried the remaining blood beads on it. Zuo Zichen put the sword into the sheath and said, "You can start talking now."

When he saw Zuo Zichen's face colder and colder face, Qin Chuan felt sweat in his palms. He was suddenly very glad that he knocked down Xuanzhu first, otherwise he might have screamed and screamed at this moment, and his ears would be deaf.

The national master looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "I dare not be arrogant, nor dare to underestimate myself. My Tianyuan is vast, the people are simple and elegant, and the royal family inherited the blood of ancient demons. It is even more innocent. He does not take pride in intrigue and deception, and never advocates official plots. The prince surrendered with an unparalleled destiny. Unifying the Central Plains is the general trend. In the future, he will win the Central Plains, end the current situation of constant disputes like scattered sand, and create a stronger Central Plains. Mr. asked himself, there is only one country in the Central Plains since then, and there is no country again.

Isn't it great to have a war with the country, and there is no more conspiracy between people? Isn't it great? Do you have the will to be displaced and get involved in the disputes between the powerful and powerful countries all your life? I am a very smart person, and I have a little understanding of Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr., who was so entangled with the princess of the fallen country, was actually a loss of his identity, which was a pity. "

This sentence was really heartfelt, but Zuo Zichen only smiled faintly: "The national master knows my origin a little bit? I'm afraid it may not be. On the other hand, I am very clear about the national master's origin. You were originally a free and easy monster in the world, wouldn't you be happy to eat wind and drink dew? Why let the battle for imperial power taint your heart? You can use the prince's unparalleled fate to fool others, but tell me what should I say?"

The national master's face turned pale in an instant, but his eyes gradually turned red, and he suddenly made a soft voice: "What do you mean by sir?"

"You have made a child completely use your way to give birth to a child. I know what you are worried about. If the royal family understands that the prince was not born by the emperor and the queen, and there is not even the slightest royal bloodline, you will not be able to make half of the great wishes in your good manners." Zuo Zichen didn't care about the demonic appearance he leaked due to his emotional excitement. "You have been a national teacher for so many years, haven't you understood it yet? It is because the prince is here that your position as a national teacher is so stable, and the emperor also wants to give you three points. It was you who relied on the reputation of the prince, otherwise you will always be the priest without real power who can only show people's fate and pray for blessings."

"Young Master!" The national master roared wildly, and his momentum was no less than a bolt from the blue. Qin Chuan felt a gust of blood surging in his chest. The damage to his heart three days ago began to hurt again, so he could only hold his heart tightly with his hands tightly and grit his teeth to endure it.

"You are a three thousand-year-old ghost who cannot die invisible!" The eight demon hands behind the national master opened like a fan, and stretched out several feet long in an instant, smashing them at Zuo Zichen, "You don't even know what you are! What qualifications do you have to humiliate me?"

Eight demon hands shot from different directions, and even gods could not escape. This once-in-a-lifetime moment was finally found by Qin Chuan. The national master lost his mind due to anger, and a large flaw appeared on his back. She suddenly stood up, and the next moment she came behind him, snatched up a strand of his white hair, and cut it into her sleeve with a snap.

The national master was shocked, as if he had noticed her abnormal movement, and immediately pulled back a demon hand, penetrated deeply into her chest, and grabbed the fresh heart. Qin Chuan rolled around several times. Although his heart was tightly pinched in his hand, it hurt so much that she still laughed a few times, as if she had lost her biggest thought, and said softly: "Your heart-cutting technique is outdated! If you want the prince to lose his soul, just kill me!"

The eight demon hands shot out by the national master immediately took back. He finally realized that she had cut a lock of his hair. His body and skin were all psychic media, especially those who were good at magic, who knew even more about how terrible it was to be cut off by someone. If she wanted to invite a powerful immortal to curse him, he would have no way out.

If he hadn't thought of the prince's soul, he would have wished to cut her heart into pieces and make her suffer to death. He endured it and then said sly: "Prince, you are very powerful. But you'd better figure it out that if I don't let anyone go, even a god will not leave my underground palace."

The eight demon hands on his back suddenly became thicker than the bowl, like eight strange red snakes, slowly swaying and dancing in the air. Qin Chuan lay on the ground, looking at his demonic appearance weakly, and secretly guessing that this person might be a spider demon, otherwise how could there be so many hands?

A dragon-like sword sound came from the door, and a clear light flashed. Zuo Zichen had jumped up and cut off his two demon hands in an instant. But as soon as he cut it, his hands grew out again. Long armor was like an axe and a knife, stabbing him lightly and severely. Qin Chuan suddenly shouted: "Young Master! Take his hair away! With your skills, you will definitely be able to leave alone! The prince's soul is also requested, you know what I want to do. You don't have to worry about this monster national master, just let him kill me!"

Zuo Zichen was slightly stunned, and immediately understood. His body sank and was about to fall beside her. The attack of the national master suddenly stopped. He gasped and whispered: "Wait - OK! I will return my heart to the Emperor. If you are willing to return your hair and the prince's soul, I would like to send you away from the Tianyuan border in the name of the national master. I will never regret it in this life and pursue it!"

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Do it! Return my heart to me first!"

The national master was so angry that he almost had one Buddha born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He shook his wrist and threw the heart into her chest, spread his palms and stretched it to her eyes: "Hair!"

Qin Chuan endured the pain of returning the heart in pain, shook his wrist and took out a strand of white hair in the cowhide Qiankun bag for half a day, but it was cut for her when the old man passed away as a souvenir, and quickly threw it in his palm. Zuo Zichen helped her sit up, and suddenly she pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Hurry... take the Xuanzhu with us, let's run away!"

The national master soon realized that his hair was not his own, and he almost fainted in anger. The national master of the heavenly world was fooled by a little girl repeatedly, which was even more shameful than killing him. Looking back, Zuo Zichen held Xuanzhu's belt in one hand, but held Qin Chuan under his armpit with the other, as if he was planning to find an opportunity to escape.

With a mad roar, the eight blood-red demon hands turned into black like ink, merged together, turning into a huge and thick black demon palm. The demon palm suddenly dispersed like smoke, and instantly turned into a physical body and appeared in front of Zuo Zichen, so fast that it was impossible to react at all. Zuo Zichen instinctively let him go, but the hand changed the way, but the target was Qin Chuan, who grabbed her and threw her high.

With a bang, the palm slapped her chest firmly, and her body flew backwards like a kite with broken strings. Zuo Zichen felt that blood was cold from head to toe in an instant, and almost threw down Xuanzhu and rushed forward to stop her.

Fu Jiuyun's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Everything is done, take her away first, hurry up!"

Qin Chuan's body seemed to be gently caught by a pair of transparent hands. A figure slowly emerged in the rolling smoke and dust. His black hair was like a cloud in the strong wind, his face was faintly visible, and only a tear mole in his eyes was particularly enchanting. He hugged Qin Chuan tightly in his arms, looked at the blue-faced national master, raised his hand and pointed to the roof, and whispered: "You have too many hands, it's so disgusting. Get it done!"

The national master subconsciously followed his hand to look at the roof, and saw that there was a talisman paper sticking on it at some point. The thunder sword and wind blade fell like rain. It was too late to hide, so he had to use the black demon palm to protect it above his head, turned around and ran outside the underground palace gate. Unexpectedly, the man actually pasted the talisman paper in front of the door, and the pale yellow barrier stuck in front of the door. One of his shoulders hit him, as if he had hit a diamond wall, and his bones were almost broken.

At the end of his life, he could only curl his whole body into the demon palm and let countless thunder swords and wind blades slash and scrape. The demon palm was gradually cut off and became smaller and smaller. When the thunder swords and wind blades finally stopped, the demon palm broke open and turned into eight demon hands again, but each one was broken and bloody.

A small piece of paper slowly floated down in the air. The national master endured the severe pain and saw a line of words written on it: The young master came here for a trip, and gave the thunder sword and wind blade, and looked at the master to accept it with a smile.

He was so angry that he tore the little paper to pieces. It was not until this time that he realized that he had been fooled completely. Later, the person was the real young master Qi!

Qin Chuan felt only pain at this time. It was even more painful than the heart-cutting technique, and it was incomprehensible. In the pain, she thought a lot of things, feeling that she hadn't encountered any good things since she went to Kasuishan, and she was busy fighting against the pain all day long.

I remember when I was studying with my husband, I accidentally cut a big bloody mouth into my instep. I immediately shouted in pain. Although most of them were to make the husband feel sorry for her and give her more money to buy some snacks, a small part of them was because she was a princess who was not touching the spring water. The pain of blood flowing all over the ground was still very unfamiliar with her. As a result, while bandaging her for her, the husband slowly said: "Is this called pain? Turning back and lit the soul lamp, it hurts thousands of times more than this. Think about it as soon as possible."

It was still two wisps of soul lamp before it was her turn to go to the battlefield, but now Qin Chuan doubted whether she was ignited without realizing it.

I was in a daze, hazy, and there were people wandering around, and I kept touching her face with my hands, which made her feel angry and I wanted to jump up and shout.

A soft voice faintly sounded from a distance: "It was my fault that my heart was still cut off by the national master."

The heart... no wonder I always feel that my chest is empty and cold. It turns out that the last palm not only slapped her away, but also used the heart-cutting technique without anyone knowing it. Uh, is she going to die? Can a person without a heart still survive?

Another voice whispered: "Now is not the time to blame yourself. You must find something to replace it to avoid her suffering."

Then he untied the clothes on her chest with his hands, and put a cold and hard thing in his heart. Wait - wait a moment! Could it be that they were looking for a stone to make her a temporary heart?! Qin Chuan was very anxious. No matter what, it was too exaggerated to make a stone a heart!

One hand pressed on the cold thing on the mouth of her heart. In less than a cup of tea, the thing gradually became hot and soft, and it started to beat, as if it had turned into a stranger's heart. With a hard press on her palm, the replacement heart sank into her chest, filling the cold and empty space in her chest. The blood in her body seemed to begin to flow again, and the pain around her body suddenly decreased, making her feel much more comfortable.

"There is only the only way to do this. Her true heart must be regained within three months - I advise you not to act without permission. The key to being able to escape successfully against the national tutor is still unexpected. Besides, he wanted to win over the young master and did not take any serious action. Now he knows our background, and you are definitely not his opponent."

"He has been seriously injured by you, and it is the time to be weak. When will he not go there?"

"The origin of the national teacher is very strange, and even I am not sure about it. Fortunately, Chuan'er was smart and took his hair. Although he cut off her heart, he never dared torture and hurt her, and was afraid that he was also worried about this. As long as there is hair, we will always have a 10% chance of winning here. Instead of standing here, you might as well go outside the house to see that woman crying for a headache."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the silence in the room returned to silence. Qin Chuan felt relieved and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a hand slowly stroked her forehead and pushed her sweaty and messy forehead away. There was a rare trace of fatigue and sigh in the mellow and soft voice: "Qin Chuan, the two souls are already in harmony. I will definitely get the soul of the national master. But... Who do you want to use to truly ignite the last soul of the soul lamp? Emperor Tianyuan? Second Prince? Or... have you already prepared to click the last root yourself?"

That's why no one looks at him and no one gets close; so he walks so neatly and simply; so he has no future?

I have never seen such a terrible girl.

"I might have known it very early. The last ray of soul is the most important. No one can be chosen, only you can get on. I can help you whoever you want to kill, but in the end you want to kill yourself. Do I want to help?"

No one answered him, the room was so quiet. The hand slowly evacuated from her forehead, as if it had taken away a crucial warmth. Qin Chuan suddenly lost his sleepiness. His chest was no longer empty, but he seemed to have felt the cold loneliness again.

That's it... She told herself that this is good. Perhaps the heart made of stone will become cold and hard, and she seems to be able to look at their depression ruthlessly and indifferently. Things have reached this point, and she will not retreat even if the sky falls, and no one can stop her a little.

Even her own vaguely uncomfortable heart would not do it.

I don’t know how many days I have been sleeping, but when I opened my eyes again, there was no one in front of the bed. Qin Chuan got up from the bed and looked down at his body in surprise. It didn’t hurt at all, nor did he feel any discomfort. The heart in his chest beats slowly and as usual.

What's unusual is this room...

She stared at the "bed" under her like a fool, studying whether it was a huge clam. It looked like it was too much like a clam. The surrounding furniture was complete, but it was made of coral and sea stone. Pieces of soft seaweed floated on the wall, and a group of colorful fish swam between the coral and seaweed.

She rubbed her eyes hard, but the scene in front of her did not change. After rubbing again, a small fish had already swam beside her. She poked her finger and fled in fear.

...She lives under the water?

Put on my shoes, uncover the door curtain made of pearls, and bypass the foyer where corals are everywhere. Outside is the vast white seabed, with fine sand as fine sand. The room she lives in is a huge shell, like a colorful flower blooming in the sea sand.

Qin Chuan was stupid.

"I said, you have just recovered, what's the matter?" A man's voice suddenly sounded below. Qin Chuan looked down in shock. He saw Fu Jiuyun, Zuo Zichen and Xuanzhu standing under the shell house, tilting his head to look at her speechlessly. At this moment, her image was very indecent. She only wore a thin shirt and lay on the shell roof in the shape of a vicious dog. She stretched out her arms to catch the basket of pearls the size of a pigeon egg on the roof.

Perhaps because of the rare shame, she slid her feet and rolled down from the roof. Groups of big bubbles immediately spread under her body. As the bubbles flew, Fu Jiuyun grabbed her belt and held her under her armpits like a rice bag. She looked down at her with a smile: "The little thief wants to steal the pearl?"

Qin Chuan sincerely bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "No, I just plan to touch it and praise this luxury."

When the Great Yan Kingdom was the most luxurious, I never heard of hanging a basket of night pearls on the roof. It was amazing that two pearls could be embedded on the wall of the Tamamoto Pool. Later, because the national treasury was empty, it was taken out by Emperor Bao'an to secretly sell it. Sadly, the emperor of a country was dazzled by the Night Pearl.

The four of them entered the shell house, and soon a few colorful fish swam over the tea tray. The tea bowls were not like tea leaves, and they didn't know what kind of seaweed was, which was very brightly green. Qin Chuan felt guilty and quickly picked it up and took a sip. The taste was refreshing. He couldn't help but praise it, and then asked, "That... how many days have I slept?"

To be honest, the four of them would sit together and drink tea. It was so weird that she had to find a topic to disperse the stagnant atmosphere.

Xuanzhu's face was not good and pretended not to hear it. Fu Jiuyun just looked at her and sneered, smiling so hard that her whole body was furrowed. Only Zuo Zichen looked around and saw that no one paid attention to her, so hesitated to relieve her embarrassment: "You were shattered 50% of your bones by the national master's palm. After taking the elixir, you slept for five days. Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
To be continued...