C68

"Hey hey, why do all the houses here look so simple and crude? That palace isn't the place where you deal with politics, is it? "So petty?" Ji Yuanmeng drank a mouthful of tea and complained with curled lips.

If someone else were to say this, it was unknown what Bai Gui's reaction would be. Hearing Ji Yuanmeng's question, he smiled and said, "This is just my temporary residence, the Palace of the King of Shu. It's not here. However... " His tone changed again as he whispered, "But the palace is even more simple and crude than this one …"

Ding Hong's facial muscles twitched as he hurriedly drank his tea to conceal his thoughts. He really could not understand what was going through Lord Shu's mind.

"Ba Shu prides himself on being a witch, and a witch is one with the people. Therefore, the highest authority should be placed in the Magi Palace. As for Wu Chong, he still called out God's Descent, which is why the position of the Magi Palace is usually mysterious and simple. " Xiao Qin suddenly said.

"Heh, Fairy Xiao understands our Witch clan quite well." He nodded to Xiao Qin, agreeing with her.

"Then why don't you build it more extravagantly?" Ji Yuanmeng was still a little depressed.

Bai Tei shrugged and said helplessly, "When you marry me in a few days, you can ask the Ancestral Witch yourself."

"I don't want to marry you." He took a gulp of tea and pouted, not saying anything else.

"I wonder if Young Master Xiaofeng is interested in participating?"

"Of course." He had been tired from the journey these past few months, so he took this opportunity to rest.

"Where's Fairy Xiao?"

"How can we let down the good intentions of Lord Shu?" Xiao Qin smiled.

"May I ask what Miss Suo wishes to do?" The cymbal suddenly turns its head towards Suo Bing, and Ding Hong suddenly feels a different kind of light in his eyes.

Suo Bing didn't answer, but looked at Ding Hong. Seeing Ding Hong nod his head, Zhang Xuan nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Seeing that the others had agreed, Bai Yi laughed. "That's great. It's getting late anyway. Why don't we have a meal here before we go our separate ways?"

Naturally, no one objected.

Bai Yi clapped her hands. The woman who had brought the tea hastily came up from downstairs and asked, "What's the king's fourth son?"

"It's specially made in Bashu. I want to entertain the guests."

"Alright." Then he left.

Ding Hong discovered that the Bashu language was no different from the Celestial Land. It was just that the tone was different, and sometimes it was too flat, making it sound rather difficult to understand.

After they sat and chatted for a while, the dishes started coming up one after another. They were specialties such as mahogany tofu, lamplight beef, camphor duck, and other similar dishes. They were simple and fresh.

At this time, Ding Hong also discovered that Xiao Qin and Suo Bing were acting movies. Every time they opened their mouths, they would put in a little bit and taste it carefully, while Ji Yuanmeng acted as if she hadn't eaten in 800 years. She had puffed up her cheeks and was still picking dishes with all her might, but after just swallowing a mouthful, she said, "It's delicious, it's too delicious, it's too delicious … This is delicious too... "Wow, this one tastes even better …"

In the end, when all the food on the table was almost consumed, Ding Hong really suspected that almost half of the food had entered Ji Yuanmeng's stomach.

Ding Hong, on the other hand, was very ordinary. He didn't want to show off his elegant movements, as if he was at home. Bai Yi only moved his chopsticks symbolically, but it was all for Ji Yuanmeng. Looking at his gentle gaze, Ding Hong felt his entire body go numb … He even had an impulse: shouldn't we also look for one?

After dinner, Bai Yi arranged a place for them to stay, saying that she would send someone to take them to the wedding the day after tomorrow. Afterwards, he took Ji Yuanmeng away, while Xiao Qin did not stay with Ding Hong and the others. She said that she had matters to attend to and left for another place. However, Ding Hong discovered that the speed at which she wielded her sword was much faster than other things.

Now, only Ding Hong and Su Bing were left.

"Have you learned how to use things?" Ding Hong looked expectantly at Suo Bing. The light in his eyes was even brighter than the only ray of sunlight in the sky.

Suo Bing was stunned by his gaze and then said, "I've already comprehended it, I'll probably be able to try it out soon."

"Haha, this is good too, it's good too." Ever since Ding Hong had flown in the sky with Xiao Qin, he had yearned for Yu Wu's ability. However, it was impossible for him to use the item now, so all his hopes were placed on Suo Bing. When he heard this, he was so happy that his mouth could no longer close. He was in a good mood and started strolling around the capital with Suo Bing.

It was still early in the morning, and since Shu was located at the top of the mountain, there was no shadow. The light was bright, which made it rather interesting. The mountains and rivers here were picturesque. Although there were very few winter snows, the weather was cold, the leaves were yellow, red and red. What was even more peculiar was that some flowers were blooming at this time of year.

The houses were not neatly built like they used to be but were scattered and scattered. They landed in some of the more flat areas and appeared to be in a small group. After strolling for more than two hours, he realized that there were quite a few people living here. There were at least ten thousand houses in front of him, not to mention the entrance!

There were many teahouses here, so the number of restaurants could not be compared to them.

The people of Bashu were used to gathering at the teahouse to discuss current affairs and drink tea and entertain themselves. After a while, due to the mountain road, Ding Hong and Su Bing were both a bit tired, so they found a teahouse to sit down and prepared to rest.

There were many people on the first floor, and it was cheap, so most of them were sitting here. Ding Hong enjoyed peace and quiet, so he directly went to the second floor. On the second floor, he paid for the tea, and he also wanted to collect additional fees.

He casually ordered some tea and sat by the window.

However, after sitting for a while, Ding Hong discovered that the second floor was not very quiet. He could clearly hear the discussions going on below, let alone the two Zhang away from the second floor.

But when he thought about how it would be the same if he changed the teahouse, he relaxed and sat there without changing his position.

The weather was cold and humid. As he sat there, he could see the clouds and mist rising and falling along with the cold air blowing in his throat. Listening to the clamoring below, he felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

Someone brought tea over from the middle, but Suo Bing gave that person a look and told him to gently put down the tea.

"Shu City is a good place." Ding Hong came back to his senses and realized that the tea on the table seemed to recall something. He smiled at Suo Bing and took a sip of his tea.

"Is this a clatter? There are always some monsters along the way. Who dares to do business with us, the merchant caravan! " It was a very angry man's voice. The tone of his voice was so loud that it instantly suppressed the rest of the discussion.

"That's right, we've passed by several times, and each time it's just a show, causing us to take a detour for a long time!" King Shu can't care less about this matter, let's do it alone! " The other person seemed to have experienced the same thing. Seeing that he was venting his dissatisfaction, he immediately echoed in agreement.

The moment the duo started, the surroundings immediately became lively. Everyone was discussing the Sword Pavilion demons.

"I say, everyone. I heard that Prince Shu recently took a wife. I'm afraid you're not doing well to make trouble at this time of the year." It was an old man who was sitting in a corner smoking a pipe. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said to the people who were discussing this.

"Old man Xian Sen, why do you say that the competition is wrong. The teahouse is where all these things happened. How is it looking for the misfortune of the Emperor?" The person who brought up this topic was extremely dissatisfied.

"Hey, two of us, were you yelling at this thing in a teahouse on the east side five days ago? Three days ago, the people from the west teahouse were also quarreling with each other. "Coming here today, do you think I don't know what the two of us are thinking?" The old man's eyes were wide open as he stared at the two of them, as if he wanted to fight with them.

"Damned old man, you can call us whatever you want if we want to talk about something!" He raised his sleeves and revealed his firm muscles. As he watched the old man's footsteps move, he was about to give the old man a beating.

When the people around saw his body, those who wanted to persuade him immediately became timid. They hastily moved to the side, afraid that they would be in trouble if they found him.

Unexpectedly, that person had just arrived in front of the old man. The old man's eyes fiercely glared at him, and his entire body began to tremble. He seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and screamed as he ran away. Everyone was baffled by what they saw. Ding Hong, who was sitting on the second floor, had a clear feeling in his heart. The moment the old man opened his eyes, he felt an extremely powerful force surging into that person's mind. Soon after, another figure quietly left without anyone noticing.

The old man harrumphed and took a drag from his pipe. Then, he stood up and walked out as if there was no one around him. He intentionally glanced at Ding Hong before he left. Once he left, the teahouse became lively once more. However, this time, it was all about the previous matter.

"I'm afraid that Lord Shu is not a simple man." Ding Hong took a sip of tea and smiled to Suo Bing.

"Young Master, why do you say that?"

Ding Hong looked at Suo Bing and smiled, "Suo Bing, with your intelligence, can't you tell?"

Suo Bing did not turn away from his gaze, nor did she reply. She just stared at Ding Hong like that, with her arms around the fixed sky painting.

"Let's go back." He stood up and wanted to go outside, but Suo Bing followed closely behind.

It was still early when we got back to the house the cypresses had arranged for us. Ding Hong had Suo Bing grind the ink and wanted to write something.

The house that the cypresses had arranged for them was very elegant, and it was in a quiet bamboo forest. The bookshelves, tables, and chairs inside were all completely filled with ink and pens. Although they were not luxurious, there was an extra sense of peace and harmony.

While sitting on the bamboo chair, Ding Hong held his pen in the air and didn't move for a long time. Perhaps because his arm was numb, he put the pen down and stared blankly.

After a long while, Suo Bing suddenly said softly, "Young master, it's dark. Go to sleep."

"Oh? Is it dark? " Ding Hong came back to his senses and looked outside. He realized that it was already night and the curtain of darkness was heavy.

"Then go back, I'm going to sleep." He stood up and walked up the stairs. His feet were very heavy and they made a thumping sound when he stepped on the floor.

Suo Bing turned her head to look at him. At some point, the candle flame that she had ignited was shaking non-stop, illuminating her picture-like face, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. After Ding Hong went upstairs, she turned around and blew out the candle flame as she returned to her own residence.

He closed the door and stood by the table quietly. He placed the painting scroll onto the table and slowly unfurled it.

The scroll was slightly yellow, like the color of a soaked pool in rain. In the scroll, there was only an ancient longsword. On the bottom left of the blade, there were three words.

Thick Emperor Sword.

Suo Bing spread out the scroll, closed her eyes, and reached out her hand to touch the scroll.

With a "pu" sound, both her body and the painting released a clear aura. The one on her body circled around once before entering the painting. The one on the painting also circled for a bit before entering her body.

Every time she went through this cycle, the ethereal and cool feeling on her body increased by a bit. Her eyes were sparkling, and in the dark room, she was like two shining stars, brightening up the area in front of her.

After a few hours, she suddenly heard the chirping of a chicken. She glanced outside the window and then put away the painting.

She lay on the bed and closed her eyes. The fierce aura around her body suddenly began to dissipate, gradually becoming no different from the usual Suo Bing. It wasn't long before she woke up. However, she looked full of energy and didn't feel tired at all!

After getting up and taking care of himself, he washed up with clean water before heading to Ding Hong's residence. Since he did not see Ding Hong's shadow and thought that he had not woken up, he waited patiently below.

However, not long after, Ding Hong's voice suddenly sounded from outside. "You woke up really early."

"Hmm?" Suo Bing quickly turned around and blessed herself, "Young Master."

Ding Hong looked at her and suddenly laughed. "You didn't sleep last night. Don't you feel tired?"

Suo Bing was stunned for a moment. Looking at Ding Hong, he said with a calm face, "After I finish cultivating, I only need to rest for a short period of time."

Actually, last night after he went upstairs, Ding Hong suddenly thought of Suo Bing's training problem and sat on the roof to observe her for the whole night. For this he even used a bit of the liquid that Penglai brought out.

"Oh, I wonder what you are training in." Ding Hong asked calmly.

"The sword art uses one's own desires to transform it into sword intent." Suo Bing explained after he asked. Her face was calm and she didn't seem to be hiding anything.

"Oh, it's fine. I was just casually asking." Ding Hong smiled. He went over to the bookshelf and casually took out a book, slowly flipping through it. I'll be by myself for a while. "

"Yes, young master." Suo Bing bowed and withdrew.

After she left, Ding Hong began to ponder. On the way, Su Bing Bing didn't seem to be scheming anything, but she was hiding too many secrets. It was probably because she couldn't remember clearly what she had hidden on her body. Back then, when he saved her, from the looks of her relationship with that man, she definitely wasn't ordinary! After that person died, she never brought it up again. Not only that, she was still able to maintain her calm. It was definitely something an ordinary person could do!

But when he thought about it, Ding Hong realized that Suo Bing didn't have any hostility towards him, so he stopped guessing.

He picked up the pen and drew an eight trigram yin and yang diagram on the paper, carefully reading it.

"In the past, I always thought about comparing the eight scenes represented by the gossips to determine where I should forge a sword. Was it a mistake?" he murmured.

If the Dreamy Cloud Swampland was able to forge a sword, it would completely overturn his original plan of forging a sword from the same direction as the Eight Trigrams. However, at that time, it would also be much easier. There was no point in thinking too much, the boat went straight to the end of the bridge.

Thinking that tomorrow was Ji Yuanmeng's wedding day, he strolled around outside with Suo Bing and waited for Ji Yuanmeng's wedding ceremony.