Hearing that the first swordsman Zhao Jiangui and the leader of the Demon Sect, Ji Han, had an appointment to fight on the Peak of Swordsmanship, the gossip people in the rivers and lakes were very excited.
On the day of the decisive battle, they waited from sunrise to sunset, but the two protagonists still did not appear.
Someone wondered: "Could it be that we remembered the wrong date?"
Some people also asked: "Is Zhao Daxia still thinking about it, and never came to Lunjian Peak?"
Rumors spread all over for a while, and the chat was even more lively than watching swords.
Zhao Jiangui had already arrived at Lunjian Peak a few days ago.
He didn't know whether what Ji Han said was true, so he asked Xiaolin to go up the mountain to watch. He waited for the news in the small house in the mountain. If Ji Han came, he would not be too late.
Ji Han did not come.
He hadn't seen him for two months, and he was already thinking wildly.
Now I can't help but worry that Ji Han had an accident on the way, so he couldn't come in time.
When Zhao Jiangui was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a light noise from the Chaimen.
He looked into the courtyard, and suddenly saw a man in a black robe, walking slowly.
It is the cold season.
Zhao Jiangui was overjoyed, walked quickly to the courtyard, and said, "How did you find this place?"
Ji Leng coldly said, "I'm lost in this seat."
Zhao Jiangui asked, "Are you going to Lunjian Peak?"
Ji Han said: "No."
Zhao Jiangui asked, "Then where are you looking?"
After he finished speaking, he was slightly startled, and suddenly felt that this conversation seemed familiar.
Ji Han frowned, looked at him for a long time, and then squeezed out such a sentence with no expression on his face.
"The way to your heart."