On the Luoyang Wharf, a boat slowly docked.

In the edge cabin, Liu Zhuoran was half leaning against the table, holding the long sword in his hand and closing his eyes, recalling the scene where he had a deep conversation with his father at home in Nanhai a month ago.

And what my father said.

"My son wants to be filial to his parents at home and live a life of good life. He is happy for his father, and your mother is also very happy.

But, my son is only in his early twenties, how can he waste his great years on this South China Sea?

For my father, I have always been depressed and forced to smile and know that my son is still in a state of peace."

"My son went to Penglai Fairyland since childhood and saw the scenery of the immortal family. His vision was naturally extraordinary. Although he suffered difficulties and fell into the world, his son was still a dragon and a phoenix among people, and he must not be a thing in the pond."

In my memory, my father smiled and said to him in a gentle tone:

"Now, my Liu family has returned to Nanhai, and the leader Liu has ignored his past grudges and accepted us again. He also asked his father to be the manager of the Jianshe Sect. Everyone is Guamanzi's relatives. He has a way out of respite from this mountain of ​​Bijia.

My son doesn't have to worry about his family.

I heard that as a father, going out to see these great rivers and mountains and seeing the scenery of the world well can also be regarded as making up for my son’s omissions in growing up over the years.

If my son travels and still wants to go home to serve and live a peaceful life, your mother and I will not stop you.

This time, the people from the Sword Sect were about to go to Luoyang to attend the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference, so my son followed him. You were a stranger before and had never been to the world.

Let’s have a good experience of our world.”

But Jianjun had no intention of liking or yearning for this troubled world before. His life, which was always in the clouds, was knocked out of dust. This was the lowest point in life.

His temperament has also changed from indifference to a little silent, and he feels at a loss for his own changes in opportunities.

To put it bluntly, it means being confused.

I don't know where to go or what to do.

Although he left Penglai, he still remembered the worldly martial arts such as Penglai Sword Book, so it was difficult not to be missed by those who were interested. This time, his father pushed him away from the South China Sea, and he also had some intention of avoiding disaster.

Liu Zhuoran also knew his father's thoughts.

"Bang"

Just as Jianjun was thinking, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

A man who was about the same age as him, wearing a long gown of the South China Sea Sword Sect and a beard on his chin stood at the door, carrying a sword on his back, and his fairly straight face was full of alienation.

There was also an indescribable pleasure in Liu Zhuoran's eyes.

"Sword Lord"

The man raised his voice and said:

"We're here, let's be proud and let us get off the boat with us ordinary people."

The words were full of sarcasm.

Liu Zhuoran seemed to have not heard the malicious intention in the words, but just hugged the man and said warmly:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wei, for your advice."

"What are you doing when you wait!"

On the deck, more than a dozen disciples of the Nanhai Sword Sect who were looking at Luoyang heard a scolding.

The men and women turned around and saw the eldest brother Wei Changbo walking out of the cabin with Liu Zhuoran.

Wei Changbo is the only son of Elder Wei of the South China Sea Sword Sect. He is also talented and has won the lead in several small competitions at a young age.

He is quite handsome and capable, so he is naturally supported by simple young people.

However, this senior brother is a little cautious.

But no one is perfect, this is not an unbearable bad habit.

"Mr. Jianjun is here, you are not welcome yet!"

Wei Changbo carried his sword on his back and shouted to his fellow brothers.

There is no respect in words, and the idea of ​​making malicious jokes is to make.

And the few people who had a good time playing with the eldest brother and were interested in currying favors him, and when they heard the eldest brother's shouting, they knew what the eldest brother was thinking.

With a bad smile, they pretended to bow to Liu Zhuoran and called him Jianjun.

Other classmates did not participate.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts. It is already miserable that Liu Zhuoran fell to the world. Not everyone likes to bully others to satisfy the dark thoughts in his heart.

Sparse greetings echoed on the deck.

The elder of the Sword Sect who led the team was alarmed, but the latter just glanced at it and did not interfere.

Young people just play.

Wei Changbo, who was standing aside with his arms held, looked at Liu Zhuoran's unchanged expression and felt unhappy.

Liu Zhuoran has become like this, and he is still holding an air?

"Okay, okay, let's break up."

The senior brother waved his hand, and the senior brothers scattered. He turned around and patted Liu Zhuoran on the shoulder, saying:

"Zhuoran, you and I grew up together when we were young. This time we came to Luoyang to make our South China Sword Sect famous in the Central Plains. Don't be afraid, although you are already a useless person.

But I will definitely protect you."

Jianjun's face was still calm.

He has been walking with his sword for many years, but hasn't encountered anything in the world?

He could see through his friend's little thoughts at this time at first sight, and felt helpless in his heart, just like an adult who saw a self-righteous child playing tricks.

Of course, the Qi-raising Kung Fu created by Jianjun in Penglai would naturally not fight with Wei Changbo.

The dog bites a man.

Do people still want to bite it back?

He bowed his hand and said to Wei Changbo in front of him:

"Then, thank you, Senior Brother Wei."

"What do we say about this in our relationship?"

Although Senior Brother Wei's face was calm, he also felt a sneer in his heart.

He grew up with Liu Zhuoran since childhood. They had a good relationship when they were young.

But since Liu Zhuoran was taken away by the Penglai Immortal, this kind of good friendship has disappeared.

Everyone knows that the immortals are superb and have a great skill. If they enter the Immortal Sect, they are no longer ordinary people.

At the age of 17, Liu Zhuoran came out of the mountain with Lingxu Ancient Sword, climbed the sky all the way, circulating all the world, and was famous all over the world. He was awarded the title of Sword Lord. They were all the same age, but Wei Changbo could only stay in a corner of the South China Sea.

Even though he was crazy about practicing martial arts, he could only make the first move in the small pen holder, and no one in the world knew his name.

This gap between heaven and earth made him feel a knot in his heart.

Everyone was the same when they were kids, why is the gap so big now?

But the reputation of the Sword Lord spread throughout the world. Even if Senior Brother Wei was unhappy, what could he do? He could only bear it. He could see the reality clearly. He and his childhood friends were no longer the same.

However, there is another saying, "There is an unexpected situation in the sky."

The incident that Liu Zhuoran suffered was passed back to the South China Sea, which made Wei Changbo unable to believe it for a while, and half-doubtedly. It was not until Liu Zhuoran, who had become a disabled person, returned to Bijia Mountain and saw it with his own eyes that he believed it.

And what follows is joy in my heart. The identities of both parties are afraid that they will be subverted, right?

"God, I really have eyes."

The eldest brother snorted, and his thoughts of being mischievous were satisfied, so he ignored Liu Zhuoran and walked into the group of brothers, and was shouted and left the deck and walked into the dock.

At this time, the elder of the sect had already got off the boat and was talking to the manager who came to greet the Heluo Gang.

Both sides are old and speak very appropriately.

"The resting place of your school is arranged in the east of Luoyang City. My gang leader specially set up a yard for your school to use."

The manager of the Heluo Gang smiled and said:

"You don't need to worry about your greetings. There are gang members who will send them to your house. The gang leader has set up a table to treat you specifically. Please follow me and go first and don't worry about washing away the dust."

Although everyone came to Luoyang from all over the world to attend the martial arts conference.

But the treatment between sects is completely different.

It’s a third-rate force like Fantasy Sword Mountain, it’s good to have an inn to stay.

The South China Sea Sword Sect is also the best in the South China Sea. When you come to Luoyang, you will naturally have a special courtyard and servants to serve.

As for the major forces such as the Jade Emperor Palace, they all live directly in Lei Ye’s mansion or in the wealthy villa of the rich merchants in the city. They should enjoy them all, so there is no need to say more.

For example, Xiaoxiang Jianmen lives in the familiar Li family mansion.

However, this time, the Heluo Gang received financial assistance from Luoyue Shangfang and was rich and generous.
To be continued...