Of the two middle-aged men at the front, the burly one remained unmoved, silent, and showed no unnecessary expression, as if he had not heard what Anxi Hou said.

The thinner middle-aged monk had a much gentler attitude in comparison.

He raised his empty hand and nodded slightly to Marquis Anxi, without any ups and downs in his voice, "You're welcome, just follow your process."

"Thank you so much, Chang'an Sword Immortal." A look of gratitude suddenly appeared in Anxi Hou's eyes.

He glanced at the burly man next to Li Qiubei with fearful eyes, and saw that he still didn't show any expression. He could only salute the burly man with clasped fists again.

Finally, this monk, who was considered a well-known figure even in Chang'an City, waved his hand to the rear and ordered loudly: "Chang'an Guards will receive the Qingcheng rebels immediately."

The thousands of Chang'an guards who were lined up neatly and waiting for orders finally began to take action after hearing the order from Marquis Anxi. They took a few steps forward, passed the two middle-aged men at the head, and entered the monk camp.

But at the first moment, the monk responsible for escorting the monks, just like the burly middle-aged man, remained motionless and showed no intention of changing hands with the "prisoner".

——They are monks from Qingcheng and only obey the orders of King Qing.

The faces of the Chang'an guards froze, but they did not dare to act rashly.

When Anxihou saw this scene, he looked at Prince Qing with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Li Qiubei's eyes froze slightly, and he stared at Prince Qing quietly.

Finally, King Qing waved his hand to the rear, followed by the Qingcheng monks, then took a step back and handed over the so-called "Qingcheng rebels" he was escorting to the hands of the Chang'an Guards.

No one stood in the way, and the handover process went smoothly. Before long, the hundreds of monks from King Qing's lineage who had colluded with the demons were all in the hands of the Chang'an Guards.

"Prince Qing, please come this way. Your Majesty has already arranged a residence for you." Seeing that everything had settled, Marquis Anxi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and spoke in a low voice to Prince Qing.

Calling it a residence is just a nice way of saying it, but in reality it should be about the same as a prison.

With such a big event happening in King Qing's lineage, few people would believe that King Qing was innocent and had no idea.

But in this matter, how much Prince Qing knew and how much he participated is debatable.

The final decision on how to deal with Prince Qing will have to wait for the detailed investigation results to come out.

However, unless the situation is so serious that it is almost difficult to accommodate, King Qing will not be punished too severely no matter what.

After all, Prince Qing is the new Emperor Wu, and his cultivation has reached the realm of transformation.

When the war with the demons is about to break out, Daxia desperately needs every strength, how can it be possible to depose a monk with the title of Nine Realms?

What is the concept of a monk with the title of Nine Realms?

In the face of this identity, many serious crimes are simply not considered crimes for him.

And even if he is guilty, who has the ability to punish him?

Ninety percent of the monks of the human race are currently guarding the major city gates on the front lines, confronting the demons, and ensuring the safety of the human race.

Therefore, there are no monks with this title in Chang'an City.

And if you want to sanction a monk with a high title, only a monk with a high title can do it.

If Li Qiubei hadn't come forward, how could King Qing have come to Chang'an City himself to plead guilty?

.......

"Then lead the way for me." Prince Qing spoke for the first time, without any fluctuation in his voice.

Anxi Hou opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "I understand."

He waved his hand and asked the Chang'an guards to send the rebels who took over to the Tianlao in Chang'an City, and then he personally took King Qing back to Chang'an City.

King Qing also issued an order to ask the Qingcheng monks who were responsible for escorting the "rebels" to Chang'an City to retreat and return to Qingcheng on their own.

He was here to be investigated, not to attack the city, so there was no reason to bring so many of his own monks into the city.

The group was about to leave, when Marquis Anxi saw Li Qiubai motionless, and with a thought in his mind, he asked cautiously: "Chang'an Sword Immortal, aren't you ready to enter the city?"

Li Qiubai smiled lightly and shook his head, "No."

"Your Majesty asked me to send a message to you, telling you that you must enter the city and see her... Your Majesty has something to say to you." Anxi Hou whispered.

Upon hearing this, Chang'an Sword Immortal's expression changed slightly.

He raised his head and looked towards the majestic Chang'an City in the distance, his eyes a little dazed for a moment.

When we met by chance, he was at his most energetic and unrestrained, and that woman was at her most innocent.

At that time, she was just following him like a follower, always smiling like a flower.

Who would have thought that a thousand years later, the girl named "Xiao Xiao" would become the Supreme Xia Lord with the sun and moon in the sky and rule the world?

However, precisely because of this, the two had no choice but to part ways.

She has her responsibilities and responsibilities, and her Daxia.

And he also has his own Immortal Sword Avenue, so it is impossible to trap a city.

Therefore, even if both of them were thinking about each other, he could only leave a sword mark on Chang'an Xuanwu, then left Chang'an City with his sword, and never entered Chang'an again.

It’s not that I don’t like Chang’an.

It's because only by not seeing each other can we stop thinking about you and not missing each other.

Li Qiubei took one last look at Chang'an City in the distance, smiled, and without too much sentimentality, said calmly: "Say sorry to me and see you again if you have a chance."

He won't enter this city anymore

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chang'an Sword Immortal no longer felt nostalgic, floated up, and left in the direction of Chang'an City.

Marquis Anxi watched the Chang'an Sword Immortal's figure gradually fade in the sky, and sighed leisurely.

He still knew something about the matter between Your Majesty and the Chang'an Sword Immortal. It was precisely because he knew that he felt regretful.

However, he is not qualified to think too much about the matters of this kind of person.

Marquis Anxi's mind calmed down, and he looked at Prince Qing who was wearing a python costume and felt a chill on his scalp - this was what he should be concerned about.

"Prince Qing, please come this way." He said respectfully quickly, flying ahead to lead the way.

Prince Qing snorted coldly, and followed him with his only confidant who had not left.

When the majestic city walls of Chang'an City came into view little by little, a majestic breath came to my face.

This is the most majestic and largest city in the entire human domain. It is the imperial city of Daxia, located in the hinterland of the human race.

King Qing, who had always been extremely indifferent, finally raised his eyelids and looked towards Chang'an City, seemingly taking in the entire city.

After a moment, he slowly smiled at the black figure beside him and said: "I always thought that the city wall here was very high before, but now that I look at it, it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"Yes, Prince Qing, Chang'an...it's nothing more than that." The black figure behind him also responded with a smile.

The two did not avoid Anxi Hou when they talked, so he heard everything they said.

This made Anxihou frown.

His keen intuition allowed him to hear a hint of ominous connotation mixed in the conversation between Prince Qing and his men.

Seems like it means something else?

I just thought about it carefully, but I couldn't figure out much. Anxi Hou, who was always very nervous, stopped thinking about it.

.......

This way.

Li Qiubei, who was leaving Chang'an, suddenly stopped and looked forward.

There, a female figure appeared silently.

The woman wears a phoenix crown on her head, and her movements reveal a graceful and luxurious temperament. She looks like an ordinary woman in her twenties, thirties or fourteen years old, but she is born with a particularly elegant face. Her face is as white as a pool, and her eyes are as clear as a pool. She looks at her coldly.

Li Qiubai.

The Chang'an Sword Immortal, who had defeated the old and new Martial Emperors in succession and had just set off a big wave in the human race and regained his reputation, seemed a little embarrassed when facing this woman. Finally, he smiled bitterly and said, "Little

......How did you come?"

Named Xiaoxiao, also called Xia Zhao,

"If I don't come, are you going to leave without even seeing me?" The woman who was called a little girl stood there coldly and asked coldly, like an iceberg.

But what Li Qiubei felt was not coldness, but a pinch in his heart.

Because, the woman's eyes as clear as pool water had already turned red, the mist spread, and her tall nose was wrinkled, as if she was trying her best to control her emotions and prevent tears from falling.

This woman with the highest status in the entire human race, an extremely majestic woman, now showed a weak look that she had never seen before.

She would only show such a posture in front of the person in front of her.

Li Qiubai was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

He had lived a free and easy life, but with Xia Xiaoxiao, he really couldn't be free and easy anymore.

——Only when you don’t care can you be free and easy. This has always been the case.

And how could he not care about the woman in front of him?

"Since you left Chang'an, you have never been back to Chang'an for ten thousand years. I just thought that the sword was more beautiful than me, and you didn't want to look at me more."

Xia Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, looked at Li Qiubei with moist eyes, and asked with imperceptible resentment in her tone: "But this time, we have already arrived outside Chang'an, and you still don't want to
To be continued...