After being recognized by Zhulong, Li Buzhuo returned to the house and placed Zhulong horizontally on his knees, and entered into a meditation again.

The Zhoutian Liuzhu Jiangtai gifted by Guo Pu was also taken to Hedong County by Li Buzhuo.

At this time, the red light of Zhulong disappeared, but it was not that the sword energy was no longer leaking out, but that the sword energy was leaking into Li Buzhuo's body.

At this moment, Li Buzhuo sat in a state of meditation and vaguely realized that the candle dragon turned into a dragon shape, entangling him, and a series of red auras kept flowing into the meridians of the heaven. When passing through the yellow bud of the soul in the center of the small world, it was brushed by the yellow bud, leaving eight points, injected into the earth, and two points ascended to the sky.

A stream of red aura flowed, and in just a few breaths, a new sword converged, and its shape was similar to that of the candle dragon.

These red auras are the sword energy containing the will of Zhulong’s sword. Every time Li Buzhuo collects a sword energy, he will pass himself into Zhulong.

As Li Buzhuo condensed into a body spirit, Zhulong was fed back by Li Buzhuo's cultivation and his aura was slightly enhanced.

However, the first body spirit condensed quickly, and then it slowed down quickly. The day experienced many twists and turns. The woman in green suffered some injuries and used a killing move to consume the power of the body spirit. Until the long night passed, the sky was slightly white. When Li Buzhuo stopped practicing, he had already condensed eleven body spirits.

"When I finish resting and recuperating my injuries, I will surely be able to further align with Zhulong and condense more body spirits. At that time, Zhoutian Sword Ancestral Method can also go further."

Li Buzhuo opened his eyes and said to himself.

At this time, Zhulong's sword body no longer leaked its sword energy. Li Buzhuo came to the table to unfold the sword scripture, trying to put Zhulong in, but the cicada buzzed and escaped from the sword scripture and escaped from a distance.

Li Buzhuo thought and called out, "Fifteenth, come back!"

The sword spirit fifteen drove the cicada and escaped out of the window. The breath of the candle dragon made it frightened and even wanted to leave Li Buzhuo. However, when he flew to the courtyard wall, he stumbled and wandered for a while. It was created by Li Buzhuo's evil spirits. He regarded Li Buzhuo as his father, and his nostalgia in his heart could not be removed.

Li Buzhuo stood in the window, held Zhulong, and said helplessly: "Zhulong is my sword. Are you afraid of it? Are you still afraid of me?"

The Fifteenth Sword Spirit TEST flew back half a foot, poking his head and heading, approaching the window inch by inch, when it was less than three feet away from Li Buzhuo, Li Buzhuo suddenly showed off his sword scripture, pinched the sword-collection technique with his left hand, prying the cicada in, and sealed the scroll.

The sword spirit fifteen thrust in the sword book, and Li Buzhuo snorted coldly and said, "I will not be allowed to come out for half a month."

Then, he put the Painting Sword Book back on the orchid and looked at Zhulong, and was in trouble for a moment.

Li Buzhuo and Zhulong are in line with swordsmanship, and to a certain extent they are in harmony. They can feel that Zhulong's attitude towards sword spirit fifteen is completely ignored.

With the fifteenth sword spirit here, Zhulong cannot use the Painting Sword Book as a hiding place. Besides, Zhulong is different from ordinary golden and iron swords, and has the characteristics of a living creature. Even if the cicada is not there, it is still a matter of whether it can be loaded into the Sword Book.

It was already dawn, and the servants in the mansion had begun to prepare breakfast and sweep the courtyard. Li Buzhuo called Sanjin over and asked Sanjin to see Zhulong and asked, "Can you create a scabbard with your mechanism?"

Sanjin didn't know that Li Buzhuo had a big fight with people yesterday. When he saw Zhulong, he said in surprise: "Just looking at the decoration of this sword, it is not something that ordinary sect masters can do. Where did this sword come from?"

Li Buzhuo said: "Do you still remember the pair of blacksmiths and apprentices named Wu in Hedong County last year?"

Sanjin suddenly remembered: "It turned out to be them. I was a Yanshi doll and asked them to make things. At that time, I thought that blind craftsman was very skilled, but I didn't expect that he could still build such weapons." As he said that, he looked at Zhulong and smiled and said, "It's not the first time you think so. I can do it. Look at mine, I will give it to you in three days."

Yanshi Mo Master has a special method of refining Qi, and specializes in his eyesight. When he heard that he was a priest, he could remember all the veins on a leaf at a glance. However, three kilograms of qi were not long after refining Qi. After that, he went back to the house and took the ink line and measured the candle dragon.

Sanjin left, Li Buzhuo stored Zhulong again in the copper coffin, checked carefully around, then closed the doors and windows, and carefully took out the red silk cloth from his arms.

"Western Falcon Fire, east to Tigaye Mountain..."

Li Buzhuo silently recited a line of words with burnt marks on the silk surface in his heart, and said to himself: "I don't know if this robbery was left by Empress Qin or a handwritten book made by martial arts. If it really matters to restore the country's treasure, this thing must not be seen by others."

Li Buzhuo thought of burning this thing, but he thought: "The Falcon and Tigaya in this sentence seem to be the place names of the east and west places. The span between them is extremely large, and it is impossible to indicate the location of the treasure of the country. Then, there may be other information hidden in this robbery..."

Li Buzhuo looked at the silk cloth over and over again several times. The silk cloth was extremely simple and the patterns did not look special. It was also an ordinary piece of cloth when exploring it with soul.

"Fire burning, flooding, or special drug development? But I don't know the method, but I dare not try it rashly. Or, the silk cloth only records some information, and other information, which are recorded elsewhere. Don't destroy the robbery for the time being."

Li Buzhuo looked around, pried open a floor tiles with his sword, and pressed the red silk underneath. Although this thing was caused trouble, it could become a very heavy bargaining chip at some point.

Two days passed.

In addition to visiting Shenzhasi, Li Buzhuo and checked the files, he would rehabilitate his wounds, cultivate both the Zhulong, and gather his body. The two Daxia dragon birds who surrounded and killed Wu Han were hung on the city wall to show their bodies. Under the wall, Shenzhasi's dark lines were arranged to use this as bait to investigate people with abnormal behavior. The last and most grand lantern festival of the year was about to be imminent. In order to maintain public order and prevent fires, the county soldiers of the Lingguan Office of Hedong County almost came out in full swing and inspected Hedong County. Li Buzhuo was a thousand households of Shenzhasi. Although he did not have to be responsible for public order, the documents he received also increased a lot.

On this day, it was the month when the three-pound machine scabbard was still being built. Before the completion was completed, Li Buzhuo finally got free and rode his horse to Jiuwenzi Village at the foot of Jumang Mountain.

During the two days, in He Qian's letter, Wu Han had only got out of bed occasionally, and did not even go out of the door. He did not tell his identity to his personal followers, so he felt a little relieved.
Chapter completed!