When Zhao Li came to Jiange, he saw Song Zhe sleeping under the tree. He understood the situation, walked over and woke Song Zhe up.

Song Zhe rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhao Li with a sleepy look.

"Not out yet?" Zhao Li asked.

"Well, it should be so, I don't know." Song Zhe yawned greatly while speaking.

"Go back. You have to go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. Don't stay here. It's not like we won't be able to see you again."

Song Zhe pressed his forehead to wake himself up and looked at the sky. It seemed that not long had passed. He smelled the smell of alcohol all over Zhao Li's body and couldn't help but shake his head, but did not say anything.

"Wait a little longer, it's still early, isn't it?"

Zhao Li did not insist, nodded and said: "Okay, wait a while, if he doesn't come out yet, you go back, I want to go in too."

Song Zhe frowned slightly. He knew what this meant. He was about to speak, but Zhao Li raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't think so much, you know?"

"I understand. Uncle Master, I'm going back. You can take this sword. When he comes out, remember to give it to him."

Song Zhe handed the sword in his hand to Zhao Li.

Looking at the dilapidated sword, which had no name and was obviously a defective product, Zhao Li's eyes clearly flashed with disgust, but in the end he held it back, took it, nodded and said, "Okay.

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"Then I would like to thank my uncle on behalf of my junior brother."

After saying that, Song Zhe turned into red light and disappeared.

"This broken sword, oh, what a crime." Zhao Li shook his head as he said it, walked to the tree, cut off a relatively thick branch, and made an ordinary scabbard for this broken sword.

After a while, it was done and the sword was inserted. Although it still looked a bit embarrassing, it was at least a little better.

Zhao Li threw the sword under the tree with some disgust. He leaned down where Song Zhe was sitting and sleeping just now, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

In the sword pavilion, Li Jiyuan was not as relaxed as them. After searching for a long time, he could not find the sword that Song Zhe said belonged to him. He became more and more anxious and restless. He was afraid that there was no sword that belonged to him.

Trying hard to suppress this emotion, Li Ji groped around on the sixth floor. From the beginning, he had to choose whether the sword looked good and whether it fit well. Later, he just hoped that he could pull it out.

After sleeping for a whole night, the sky has long lost the brilliance of the sun, only the faint moonlight shines down, and the sky is full of flowers.

The stars reflected each other, and in the grass around me, countless insects were chirping. From time to time, a black shadow flashed in front of my eyes, which must be a nocturnal bird.

Zhao Li moved his neck and stretched a lot. This time, he slept comfortably.

The door of Jiange was still closed, but Zhao Li frowned deeply as he looked at it.

Too much time has passed, and even though Li Ji's spiritual power is more abundant than ordinary people, he can't bear to continue to use it up like this.

Counting the time, it has been almost five hours since we entered.

Zhao Li thought for a long time, and finally he shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​going in. He decided to give Li Ji a chance and let him stay until tomorrow.

Jumping on the branch, Song Zhe sat there, looking into the distance, gradually lost in thought.

It was unspeakably cold at night in the mountains. The mountain wind blew by, bringing with it a whirring sound, reflecting the chirping of insects, which was quite interesting. A few clouds slowly passed across the horizon, sometimes blocking the moonlight.

Show half of the moon.

In the distance, there are lights that are gradually extinguishing, and there is the noisy Moon Watching Peak.

They also gradually fell into sleep, and only a few sparse lights were still on. Maybe they were reading at night, maybe they were practicing hard all night, maybe they were doing something else.

I don’t know how long I haven’t seen this scene. Zhao Li asked himself. He stayed in his law enforcement hall for a long time. Even at night, he would only pay attention to the disciples in the sect or deal with the affairs of the sect. It was no longer the same as before.

The wind blew in the cold night, Zhao Li pressed his elbows on his legs, folded his hands, and supported his chin. He looked at the scenery in front of him. It was obviously so plain, but it fascinated him.

Li Ji fell into countless swords, which was unimaginable to him. Even if he was as tired as before, he would hold on with hope. But in front of him, no matter how hard he tried to hold on, what he saw was not hope.

, but deeply disappointed, even desperate.

He looked around, seeing swords everywhere, but none of them he could pull out. None of them belonged to him. Could it be that he really had no choice but to go down to the fifth floor to get a sword?

He still remembered the almost crushing pressure he felt every time he climbed to the sixth floor. He worked so hard to endure it and reached the sixth floor. But now, none of them belonged to him. The gap in his heart should be

How big is it.

Even if there are tens of thousands of swords, so what. Li Ji himself doesn't know how long he has been trying. He only knows that he has been trying from the moment he came up. Looking back, he can hardly see where the stairs are.

, you can imagine how many swords he tried.

Looking forward, there is only the last corner left, then the wall and the ceiling.

After pondering for a long time, Li Ji felt deeply

After sighing, he got up and continued moving forward.

He saw that among the densely packed swords, there was an exception. There was nothing around this sword, it was empty. There were cracks everywhere on the ground. It must have been pulled out by someone.

"Maybe it's best to draw the sword here?" Li Ji comforted himself, but he didn't believe it himself, but he still moved his legs and moved over.

He looked at the sword carefully and couldn't see anything special. There were two large characters on both ends of the sword and connected to the hilt. But Li Ji didn't recognize it. He thought it was ancient characters, reflecting the light of the fire.

, it can be seen that the entire sword, except for the part that is submerged in the ground, is light blue, and there is a line that cannot be seen as flames or water flowing in the sword body.

Li Ji had no hope at all. Just like before, he grabbed the sword and pulled it out. Of course, when he was ready to accept his defeat, he only heard a "choking" sound and he pulled out the sword.

When the sword was pulled out, Li Ji was so excited that he even jumped up excitedly, with a smile on his face.

Holding the sword in hand, Li Ji couldn't wait to run down.

In this quiet night, there was a sudden rush of footsteps. Zhao Li, who was still in a trance, suddenly woke up. With a wave of his hand, the closed door slowly opened, and the moonlight shone in.

He saw Li Ji holding a sword and rushing out with excitement on his face. He looked around, presumably looking for Song Zhe.

Zhao Li jumped up and jumped in front of Li Ji.

"Don't look at it. Your senior brother has gone back. He still has things to do tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Li Ji nodded, his body trembling, as if he was very happy.

"Okay, give me the sword, and I'll get the scabbard for you."

Li Ji obediently handed the sword to Zhao Li respectfully.

The moment he took the sword, Zhao Li was stunned. He looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief, and then he looked at Li Ji.

Li Ji felt panicked when he saw him, and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, this sword is called 'Nanming Lihuo', use it well."

"Yes, uncle."
Chapter completed!