I, The Confucian Sword Immortal, Have Been In Tianyong City for 300 Years

"On the very deep seabed, there is a majestic castle in which six beautiful mermaid princesses live..."

When Han Cheng talked about this, Fu Yi suddenly interrupted and shouted:

"Han Cheng, what is a mermaid? Is it a monster?"

"Uh, yes, the sharks recorded in the ancient books are mermaids. They weep into beads and are good at weaving silk. The sharks and sharks tears are invaluable." Han Cheng explained.

"I know, talk about it!"

Fu Yi nodded again and again, showing full interest.

She had never heard such a story.

Han Cheng went on to say: "Especially the youngest Shark princess is more beautiful than Big sis. She yearns for the prosperity and excitement of the world very much. One day when she was fifteen, she quietly swam out of the sea and saw the sea. There is a big ship..."

Princess Mairen saw a prince on the ship.

Love him at first sight.

The sudden storm overturned the ship.

The prince fell into the water accidentally.

In times of crisis, the princess Yuren fought hard to save the prince. But because of the mermaid, he didn't dare to face him.

The prince who woke up mistakenly believed that he was rescued by a passing human woman...

In order to see the prince goodbye, the princess shark endures severe pain and uses witchcraft to transform her own fishtail. In the end, she still didn't get her wish. The prince married a human woman for kindness, and the princess Yuren died as a bubble for him.

Han Cheng told the story in no hurry.

Fuhua was stunned for a long time, but some thoughts remained unfinished.

"Han Cheng, the tail of the fish has turned into legs, and the pain is the same as a knife cut. Why is the princess of the mackerel willing to endure such pain and go to see the prince?"

Han Cheng thought without hesitation: "It's all because of love."

"Love?" Xiao Fuyu didn't understand.

"Big Miss doesn't understand it yet, and doesn't need to understand it." Han Cheng said again.

"Senior brothers and sisters say that there are differences between monsters. Monsters are always harmful, how can they be affectionate with people..." Xiao Fuhua pouted, obviously not believing it.

Han Cheng smiled without explaining.

He is only responsible for telling the story.

Xiao Fuyi is smart, afraid that Han Cheng will be annoyed by what she just said, so she stopped telling stories to her, and said:

"But, Han Cheng, the story you tell is very good! It is more exciting than the stories told by the senior brothers and sisters. Next time I listen to the story, I will come to you! I have to go back now!"

"Okay, big Miss, go slowly."

A faint smile appeared on Han Cheng's face, sending Fu Yao out of the Library all the way.

Upon seeing the disciples standing and waiting outside the door, they huddled together and left.

Han Cheng turned around and went back, but heard the little girl's oriole-like shouting from afar:

"Han Cheng! I will come tomorrow!"

"..."

Han Cheng paused, looking at the petite figure waving at him, couldn't help but smile.

From this day on, this little pearl of the Head Teacher in Tianyong City has come to Han Cheng to tell stories every day.

Han Cheng prepares a new story for her every day.

At first, Han Cheng, who was bothered and entangled, was quite annoying.

After a long time, it will naturally get used to it.

Every day is the time to tell one or two fairy tales, without any delay.

Besides, he also liked this quirky little girl.

The spring and autumn cycle goes back and forth.

Time passed, and a year passed in a blink of an eye.

Han Cheng cultivated and meditated every day, signed in at the Library, and won many Medicine Pills and martial arts.

Magic sword casts the devil! Huiming sword! Xuanzhen Sword! Kongming sword! Taixu sword! Chaos Sword Art!

These Sword Techniques are all Sword Techniques of Tianyong City, and Han Cheng has obtained them.

The Sword Technique of Tianyong City and Han Cheng have basically been obtained through sign-in, and with his outstanding talents, they have also learned and cultivated to perfection.

Except for the empty sword!

In this legend, the original Sword Technique created by Zhen Zi Yin!

At present, the entire Tianyong City has only the Ziyin Real Club.

Han Cheng hasn't gotten through sign-in yet.

Xiao Fuyu will still come to the Library to listen to stories.

Old Mo looked older and older, and Han Cheng hadn't let him work a long time ago.

Han Cheng does all the affairs of the library by himself.

On this day, Han Cheng was lowering his head to sweep the dust on the floor, and a pair of familiar and worn soap boots appeared in front of him.

He doesn't need to look to know that it is Old Mo.

With the advanced Cultivation Base, he could already perceive Mo Lao's approach.

"Xiaocheng, don't sweep it, the old man will tell you a few words."

Old Mo's voice was a little weak.

"Okay, Mr. Mo." Han Cheng saw this and put down the broom cooperatively.

Old Mo coughed twice and said, "Xiaocheng, the old man has obtained the permission of the Head Teacher to leave here and return to his hometown. Alas, I don't have many days. I want the fallen leaves to return to their roots."

"Old Mo."

Han Cheng was stunned.

Unconsciously, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Library only has him and Mo Lao.

I have been with me for more than a year, and I am also a teacher and friend, and finally I have some feelings.

It is inevitable to mention life and death.

Old Mo chuckled and waved:

"Nothing, nothing. This person, when he gets old, it is especially easy to remember when he was a child. I am very homesick now, miss my parents. Xiaocheng, the old man advises you, if you have been here for a few years, you will find a way to go down the mountain and go home. , Ahem..."

Han Cheng approached and gave him a few back beats.

Old Mo took a breath, and said sadly: "Don't be like a bad old man like me, fantasizing about Immortal Ascension all day long! It turned out that it wasn't this piece of material. I wasted years and wasted a great time. You know, Tianyu City. For a hundred years, there has only been one Immortal Ascension, the real Ziyin! Others, at least living to more than two hundred years old, are like a handful of loess. That's the case for those talented talents, let alone our handyman.... "

He has black hair in his youth until his gray hair is dead.

Weeping blood every word is a pain on the skin.

Han Cheng felt sad when he heard it, and agreed, "Mr Mo, my disciple remembers your old words."

"well."

Old Mo sighed and patted Han Cheng's shoulder with satisfaction:

"You are the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, among the dragons and phoenixes, you should go to enjoy the wealth of the world. Don't follow my old ways. You are naturally intelligent, you can take care of yourself, and the old will not say more, so let's leave."

Naturally, Han Cheng would not say that his current aptitude is estimated to be better than the real Ziyin! Moreover, he also has a sign-in system, and his future achievements must be higher than that of real person Ziyin... He just promised to let Mr. Mo return home with peace of mind.

I still think in my heart, I will definitely fulfill your unfulfilled wish and become a fairyland! .

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