I haven't seen each other for many years, but I'm safe? Under the gate of Hanyuguan, Su Qianjue smiled warmly and walked towards the city.

"Stop the person coming! Is there any approval document?" The soldier in charge of the city gate guard reached out and stopped him.

Su Qianjue shook his head and spent nearly twenty years on the mountain with the old man. Even if there were, it would have expired long ago.

"Then are there any household registration fish talismans?" The guard asked again. The man in white with a long sword in front of him was obviously a martial arts practitioner, so he had to investigate carefully.

He shook his head again, he used to have an "ID card" but later lost it...

"Sorry, we cannot confirm your identity. Please follow us to the city's yamen." Several guards' eyes were full of vigilance, and their right hand was already on the knife handle on the left waist.

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. Su Qianjue had a headache at this time. If he went to the yameni, he would not know how long it would take. Su hated trouble the most. These guards were just ordinary people. Let's break through... Judging from their appearance, they probably tried their best to stop him and kill him... It's even more impossible. Su still admits his identity as a member of the world.

Huh? Su Qianjue raised his eyebrows, remembered something, and hurriedly reached out to scoop in his pocket. The soldiers who were full of vigilance were frightened by his sudden movements and took a step back, and some even pulled out their swords. The pedestrians who were passing by were also startled and scattered.

"Uh..." Looking at the situation in front of me, Su Qianjue was a little confused. I was just looking for something, and you were going to cut me down?

"I wonder if this thing can prove my identity?" Su Qianjue took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it on.

Seeing this, one of the leading soldiers walked forward and took it carefully and checked it carefully.

The jade pendant is round and flakes, with a snow-white body all over, smooth and smooth, but a blood-red wolf head was printed on the face! The soldier's eyelids twitched. This jade pendant was very familiar to him, and it was the symbol of Zhenbei Palace!

Before Su Qianjue could react, the soldier had already knelt on one knee and held the jade pendant with his hands, lowered his head and said, "I don't know if it's an adult in the palace. I just offended it and ask for punishment!" After hearing this, several soldiers around him shook their shoulders and all knelt down.

Su Qianjue suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Why do you say you can kneel down? After so many years, is this brand still so useful? It seems that if you have to keep it, you can't lose it again. If you have trouble in the future, take it out and use it.

"That... cough." Su Qianjue coughed lightly and said, "I don't blame me, everyone... get up, get up."

"It's an adult"

"Then can I enter the city?" Su Qianjue took the jade pendant from the soldier and said.

"Of course, please come in, sir." said the soldier.

Su Qianjue nodded to the soldiers and walked towards the city.

The inner turmoil of the leading soldier behind him has not stopped. He has seen many people from the royal palace go in and out to do business. Most people’s jade pendants have green eyes, and occasionally a few golden ones have been seen. But just now he saw the jade pendants have black eyes!

Daqi regards black as the most respected, and only the royal family can be qualified to use black clothes and accessories. This black wolf-eyed jade pendant clearly symbolizes the direct bloodline of Zhenbei Wangfu!

But this should be held by that prince. I haven't heard of when the prince has come back? Everyone in the world knows that the prince has not married yet...

At this time, Su Qianjue, who was walking on the street, didn't know how big the waves his jade pendant caused in the soldier's heart. Looking at the people coming and going and vendors selling on the street, Su Qianjue felt a sense of affection that had not been seen for a long time.

I wonder if Aunt Zhang’s bun shop is still open... Thinking of this, Su Qianjue quickly walked to the center of the street and looked into an alley that was empty on the left. The corner of the alley was empty, and the bun shop in my memory was no longer there.

Su Qianjue turned to the owner of a shop next to the questioning exit and asked him why the shop at the corner of the alley was not open. The answer he got was that the husband of the owner of the bun shop died of severe illness five years ago. She was disheartened and closed the shop and took the children to Zhongyuan to look for relatives.

When Su Qianjue heard this, his face felt a little bitter. He smiled sadly, stood at the intersection and looked quietly at the corner, and turned around and left after a quarter of an hour.

In the main hall of the royal palace, the King of Zhenbei of Daqi, the ruler of Beihanzhou, was sitting upright in the hall, holding a cup of tea in his hand and savoring it carefully. In front of him, the old man who looked like a housekeeper leaned over and said to him.

"Prince, come down and report it. Just now a man in white entered the city gate, holding the black-eyed wolf head of the royal palace in his hand."

"I understand." Qi Zhan thought casually.

"According to the soldiers' appearance, maybe our young master is back, so I'll go to pick him up now?" asked the old butler.

"If it were him, he would naturally know how to return home and there was no need to accept it." Qi Zhan said.

"Yes." The old man bowed slightly.

Shortly after the two of them were talking in the mansion, Su Qianjue was already standing in front of the gate of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, shaking the jade pendant in his hand towards the soldiers of the royal palace, and walking into the palace.

It must have been received in advance that Su Qianjue came to the lobby after entering the mansion. Seeing the gray-clothed butler standing beside him, the old man smiled, and Su Qianjue nodded slightly. Then he looked at the middle-aged man wearing a black four-clawed dragon robe sitting in the main seat and knelt down.

"Greetings to your foster father, Qianjue is back." Su Qianjue knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times at the man.

"Get up." Qi Zhan said.

"You went down the mountain?" Qi Zhan asked.

"It's off." Su Qianjue said.

"Escape or walk down?" Qi Zhan's scattered eyes suddenly condensed and he asked at Su Qianjue.

"Of course I walked down." Su Qianjue raised his eyebrows gently.

"Oh?" Qi Zhan heard this and looked at the old butler.

The latter understood and bowed to Su Qianjue a step forward and said, "Young Master, have you passed by?"

"Forget it, Uncle Liu is old." Su Qianjue curled his lips and gently curled it up, "Why... you want to try it with your adoptive father?"

Qi Zhan's face was even more smiling, but he got up and stretched out his palm, and his unparalleled palm force slapped Su Qianjue!

Su Qianjue put away his smile, his body swayed from the ground, and he also stretched out his palm and stepped forward. With a bang, the two palms met, and an arc-shaped air wall rose in front of them, and they intersected for a while without retreating.

"Good boy!" Qi Zhan's face was full of praise, and then he clenched his left fist and blasted it out.

Su Qianjue's pupils shrank slightly, and he swung the sword with his left hand, deeply inserted it into the beam and pillar beside him. His palm was pressed against Qi Zhan's fist, his body tilted, and his fingers formed claws to buckle Qi Zhan's arm joint.

Seeing this, Qi Zhan shook his arm and shook it away, and then swept it out. The latter was calm and turned around and dodged in a strange way. He turned back and took two steps, stretched out his fingers, and countless sword energy emerged from his fingers, forming a gray figure in front of him. The figure formed by the sword energy seemed to be real, and his body exuded terrifying fluctuations and extreme sword intent. As the gray sword shadow sighed softly, he raised his hand to point it forward, and countless sword energy formed a killing sword with a murderous intent and stabbed towards Qi Zhan with an indomitable momentum!

The seventh style of the Taoist sword, the third style - the sword god's finger!

Qi Zhan's face was solemn. The terrifying power and killing aura contained in this finger sword forced him to treat it carefully. He dragged his palms out, and a golden lion roared and rotated on his palms to act as a defensive posture.

The unparalleled sword of killing pierced the golden lion's claws, stirring up a powerful wave, shaking around, the sword energy raging, and the lion roared!

The entire lobby kept shaking, and bricks of broken wood fell on the top of his head. Seeing this, Qi Zhan knew that this battle could be stopped. With his hands turned, the golden lion instantly turned into a golden vortex wrapped around the sword body and flipped rapidly. The powerful spiral energy instantly dispersed the sword energy, and the aftermath spread, causing smoke and dust to rise.
Chapter completed!