In front of me was the back of a silver-haired man, with dragon horns on his head and a white robe.

What a familiar figure, Li Bai was about to step forward, and the strange and familiar figure turned into a white dragon.

"Traveling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the five mountains of Jiuzhou and Fox, I've gone to the world. You must protect the gods and the Qingqiu, goodbye..." The dragon rushed into the water, swam down, and disappeared.

"Owner……"

"Who is it?" Looking around, there was no one.

Flowers rain fell from the tree next to it. The flower had six petals, half blue and half white, beautiful and weird, and a vague figure appeared from the tree.

"Master, do you still remember me?" The shadow slowly approached.

"You are..." Li Bai looked at the shadow floating in the air.

The fog enveloped again, everything around was swallowed, the fog dissipated, and I returned to the palace gate.

Wang Zhaojun was holding the guqin in his arms, and his blue hair turned white, his eyelashes were covered with frost, and his face was covered with ice crystal texture.

"Are you okay?" When Li Bai approached her, a burst of cold air from Wang Zhaojun hit.

"I'm fine, cough, yes... I'm sorry, I can't help you..." Wang Zhaojun's voice became weak.

"Your memory is too heavy. With my current strength, I can only play a small part of the song."

"You said that's my memory..." Li Bai spread his palms, there was no blood in his hand, and he was still wearing an official uniform. Everything that had just happened was real. I can't believe that he had really killed so many people, and that scene was unforgettable for his life.

The Qinglian Sword reacted again, and it emitted a dazzling silver light, and the sword seemed to be attracted, heading in one direction.

"Brother!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Bai turned around and saw Han Xin coming.

"I believe, why are you here?"

"It's been so long, and you haven't returned to the Zhou family. I'm worried that you will encounter any accidents, so I come and take a look." Seeing Li Bai's peaceful, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Wang Zhaojun next to Li Bai’s face pale, he said with concern: “Miss Zhaojun, your face is not very good. Are you sick?”

The sword light of the Qinglian Sword has become weaker, and the sword's reaction has also become weaker. You should quickly follow the place it directs, otherwise the sword light will disappear and you will not know when there is any reaction in the future.

"You take care of this girl first. I will leave in case of emergency." Li Bai released the sword, and the sword flew out of Chang'an City.

Before Han Xin could call him, Li Bai ran away and a sound came from behind. When Han Xin turned around, the guqin fell to the ground, and ice crystals condensed from where Wang Zhaojun stood.

Han Xin supported Wang Zhaojun who was about to fall: "What's going on?"

"Ahem... so cold..." Ice frost appeared in front of Wang Zhaojun, a familiar face.

"Master Bailong..." She stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched the face. She could touch it, not a dream. She had been waiting for a thousand years, day and night, and the face she had been thinking about day and night, was right in front of her.

The person he was holding emitted a burst of cold air. She stretched out her hand to touch Han Xin's face. Han Xin was stunned. When he was about to retreat, Wang Zhaojun grabbed his sleeve and slowly fell down, and he was still thinking of Bailong in his mouth.

"Please, cough... don't leave, don't leave me..."

Did she recognize herself as someone else? It turns out that Wang Zhaojun, who has always disliked laughing and indifferent, would also have such a fearful and fearful expression.

Looking at her in pain, for some reason, Han Xin was moved: "I won't leave you behind." Since that's the case, just pretend that the person she admitted her mistake for a while.

"Can you still leave?" Han Xin helped Wang Zhaojun up again. She closed her eyes and probably fainted. He had to pick her up in the waist. Her whole body was cold. No matter what, she would send her back to Yuefu first.

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The released Qinglian sword flew extremely fast, and Li Bai followed the sword to a deserted forest.

“Where is this?”

"Kongsang Mountain..." The sword spirit emerged from behind Li Bai: "Hua Shang awakened me. Although it was a broken song, it was enough for my spiritual body to support me for a while."

Although the sword spirit was just a vague fog, Li Bai was much more at ease when he saw it. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was because of that memory that he and Qinglian Jian had a tacit understanding.

Li Bai knew that the Qinglian Sword was his own sword. Regardless of the past and present, it would always follow itself, and be sincere, because they are one and inseparable.

"Sword Spirit, who is Wang Zhaojun, and why did she play Hua Shangyin?"

"She is the phoenix girl from the Phoenix Temple. Let's put it this way, she was sent by Zhuque to protect you, no, or the person who monitors you."

Listening to what Jian Ling said, Li Bai wanted to know more about Wang Zhaojun, but what he was even more curious about was who he was?

"Sword Spirit, who am I...?" Li Bai couldn't forget, his long dark purple hair was scattered behind him, his eyebrows were covered with magnificent purple eyes, his face, hands, robes, piles of corpses, and he was so unfamiliar that he was afraid.

"Master, you used to block the gods and kill the gods. The Buddhas block the Buddhas and kill the Buddhas. It was even more terrible than the Shura in hell. No one dared to go against you at that time, but later..."

God blocks the gods and kills the gods, and Buddha blocks the Buddhas? No wonder, that strange tree is so deserted, walking along the water shore in a dream, it is full of corpses. It turns out that I am so evil, no wonder I am the only one.

"What about later?" Li Bai asked.

"Later, there are more people around you, including the eldest son of Bailong, the phoenix girl, the princess of Qingqiu, the great sage of the world, and the fairy of Zixia... You have changed, and become completely opposite to before."

The sword spirit suddenly stopped talking and was silent for a while. Li Bai asked, "Why don't you continue to say what happened to me and them?"

"Tianji can't tell you too much..." The sword spirit floated behind Li Bai: "I know the truth, I'm afraid you will become that Shura again, and this is not something I can say clearly in just a few words."

What is the truth...?

"Master, remember the location of this Kongsang Mountain, this is the old nest of Yingying Photo House."

Just such a barren mountain? Li Bai looked over and saw that there were very few trees in this mountain, but there were many stone tombs, and the terrain was extremely bumpy, and most people could not move forward.

The sword spirit naturally knew the doubts of its master. It floated into the Qinglian Sword and left a sentence: "Time has come, and my spirit body can't hold on. Master, your family are all killed by Yingying Film Studio. If you want to take revenge completely, you must stop the war and become king."

The Qinglian Sword returned to an ordinary sword, but the words kept lingering in Li Bai's ears. The enemy turned out to be Yingying Studio, and it seemed that he had to participate in this war.
Chapter completed!