Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 455 The Apprentice
There is a storm on the ground.

There was no wind in the great hall deep underground, but Su Mo'er's mind was full of violent storms.

Tang Ge was the first fog master more than 300 years ago?
He is still the current No.12 Mist Master.

Could it be reincarnation?
Su Mo'er stared at the boy who was always as calm as water for a long time, until a certain moment she said with trembling lips: "You want to say that you died and then came back to life after reincarnation?"

Tang Ge nodded and said, "It's basically like this."

He didn't say this was his seventh life, because even he himself didn't know how to explain it.

Perhaps, there is no need to explain.

Although Su Mo'er tried her best to restrain her shocking emotions, there were still ripples in her eyes. She suddenly frowned and said, "Your memory was awakened in the abyss of reincarnation, and after you came out, you became the Lord of the Hidden Mist. What does it matter to build this palace?"

Tang Ge said: "This is a coincidence."

Su Moer stared straight at him.

Tang Ge swept his eyes across the hall, and said again: "I have always wanted to know what happened. I asked the empress to build this hall of reincarnation for the purpose of laying out formations to explore the secrets of reincarnation on me. I didn't expect to find it in the abyss of reincarnation. Some memories from previous lives."

No.12 is the master of fog.

Twelve stone pillars.

Reincarnation is life.

Su Mo'er lowered her head and stared at the ground under her feet. The mottled traces made her mind drift to nowhere.

Maybe she doesn't know how to deal with herself.

Tang Ge walked to a stone pillar, stretched out his hand and touched it lightly.

Su Mo'er suddenly said, "Why are you telling me these things?"

Tang Ge stared at the stone pillar for a while and said, "It happened just in time, so I'll tell you, if one day I suddenly die or disappear, someone must know this story."

Su Mo'er pursed her lips and said, "This story is not fun at all."

Tang Ge smiled lightly and said, "It's a bit scary and a bit unimaginable, but it can be a very good story, and children should love to listen to it."

Su Mo'er let out a long breath, and leaned against the stone pillar weakly, with cold sweat dripping from her back, she pondered for a long time before saying, "Who was the previous Mist Lord? How did you replace him after you came out of the Abyss of Samsara?" Has he become the new Mist Lord?"

Tang Ge glanced at her, an imperceptible strangeness flashed in his eyes, and said, "Who is he? How did he find me? How did I replace him? These are not important anymore."

Su Mo'er turned her head, looked at him deeply and said, "So... why did you call us all to Chaotian City?"

Tang Ge said with a faint smile, "Inheritance."

……

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The word inheritance has existed since the beginning of the world.

Father to son, teacher to apprentice.

Inheritance of the sect.

Legacy of Empire.

Inheritance of the Way.

Logically speaking, Tang Ge's inheritance should be in Kunlun Mountains.

He looked at Su Mo'er and said: "I have stayed in Kunlun Mountain for many years, no matter what kind of evil things happened in the middle, I always owe something, but I will pay back what I owe, and Yinwu was created by me, More like my child."

Su Mo'er was slightly surprised: "You want to pass all your things to Yinwu?"

Tang Ge was silent for a while, then said: "There are some truths you need to know."

After saying this, he disappeared in place.

Su Mo'er looked up and knew that he must also be hiding in the darkness, and she would have to wait until seven days later to see him.

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The Wenjian Pavilion has been turned into ruins. Although it has been repaired with all the efforts of the Great Zhou Empire, it is difficult to restore it for a while, so there is a mansion to replace the Wenjian Pavilion in a quiet alley in Qinglong District.

Qinglong District is an area for dignitaries, so the new courtyard is several grades higher than the original Wenjian Pavilion in terms of luxury and structure.

From the second day after Tang Ge quietly went to the underground palace, many people came to this new Pavilion of Asking Swords one after another.

As usual, there are three bamboo chairs in the courtyard, new ones.

When Ye Qing came, he told Gu Zhiyue and others everything he and Su Moer had experienced, the most important of which was the Mist Lord that Ke Ye mentioned.

He is going to show up.

Gu Zhiyue and Hai Qing'er were silent for a long time when they heard Wuzhu. They had many questions, but they felt that it was useless to ask them.

But Ning Zhiqiu asked without knowing why: "Who is the Mist Lord? He is in Chaotian City?"

Ye Qing said: "No one knows the identity of the Mist Lord. According to Ke Ye, he should be in Chaotian City."

Ning Zhiqiu asked again: "So Ke Ye and Su Mo'er are both in Chaotian City, and other heavenly kings, princes and shadows will appear?"

Ye Qing nodded slightly and said, "It should be like this."

Ning Zhiqiu's face was slightly different, and he muttered in a low voice: "Why is there no movement in the Great Zhou Empire? Didn't you notice it?"

"The two god generals Ziye and Honglian are in command, how could they not find out, I'm afraid there is something hidden in it." Hai Qing'er said from the side.

Ning Zhiqiu nodded silently, and suddenly said, "By the way, where did Tang Ge go?"

A few eyes fell on Gu Zhiyue who was lying on the bamboo chair.

She was silent for a moment and said, "There may be more important things to do."

Several people could see the worry in her eyes, but they didn't say anything in a tacit understanding.

Nian Li has been living in the Daming Palace since he came back. Although Meng Jinfan finds it boring, when he thinks of Tang Ge, he can only obediently follow him.

When they went to Xinwenjian Pavilion, they saw three figures lying on bamboo chairs and Ye Qing sitting dangling on the courtyard wall.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Hai, Uncle Ning."

Nian Li saluted seriously, but Meng Jinfan beside him burst out laughing, of course because of the last name.

Ning Zhiqiu jumped up from the bamboo chair, tapped Nian Li on the back of the head with his fingers upside down, and shouted angrily, "What did you call me!"

Nian Li rubbed the back of his head in pain, took a few steps back, and said: "Etiquette cannot be violated, you are on the same level as Master."

Ning Zhiqiu glared at him and said, "Your master has always been informal, but you are lucky that you didn't learn from his bad habits."

"This is the young prince of the Great Zhou Empire. Things like etiquette are innate in his bones."

Meng Jinfan patted Nian Li on the shoulder, looking at him inexplicably.

Nian Li shook his head helplessly, and said, "Uncle Meng was joking."

"What state are you in now?" Gu Zhiyue suddenly stood up from the bamboo chair, looked at him and asked.

Nian Li said: "Qianyuan Shangjing."

Although Meng Jinfan was dissatisfied, he still nodded in relief. After all, he had practiced sword with this kid for a long time.

Ning Zhiqiu's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Qianyuan Shangjing? It's amazing! This is better than your master, senior sister, or even Xiaomeng!"

Nian Li's face was indifferent, without any look of pride and complacency.

Gu Zhiyue nodded, turned around and went back to the bamboo chair to lie down, and suddenly said: "This is what your master asked me to ask, he asked you to retreat as soon as possible to hit the Formless Realm."

Nian Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Master, where did he go?"

Gu Zhiyue said calmly: "You don't have to worry about this, go to retreat as soon as possible."

Nian Li said: "When does he think?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Now."

Nian Li lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then hugged his fists at everyone. When he walked to the door, Gu Zhiyue's voice came again.

"He said that Xuanwu Lake is suitable for retreat."

Nian Li stopped, glanced back, and nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)