I Can’t Be a Sword God

Because of a magic pen, the undercurrent surging in the small county town.

Even in the blue sky and white sun, few people dared to go to the streets to wander around.

Swords and ghosts roared frequently in the city last night, frightening many people who were accustomed to living a stable life.

Evil is happening frequently recently.

It’s not just Hangzhou Prefecture, but it’s all in Kyushu.

There are rumors that insider information has flowed out of Sitianjian, Nandou is tilted, the dynasty's luck will decay, and the world will soon be chaotic.

The enchanting crowds are just a little sign of the chaos.

For a time, people panic.

But in a small courtyard in the city, there are quiet days.

Ma Liang leaned down at the table with a large sheet of rice paper spread on the table. He held his wrists, hung his pen, and swished a few splashes of ink. Of course, I used ordinary brushes.

Mo Xian quietly added the spices from the beast furnace.

Plain hand grinding, red sleeves add fragrance.

This is the picture Ma Liang had only dared to dream of in his dreams, and now it is considered to have got his wish. But he lost his most precious time and became a middle-aged man.

It's hard to care about the gains and losses in the middle.

But he is a wise man, thinking in his heart that it is good not to starve to death because of his own background. Even if I have struggled for half my life, I don't know how lucky it is to achieve this situation.

At this point, just skip those hard struggles and just fast forward to enjoying the results.

Think about it this way, earn blood.

Unfortunately.

Happy hours are always short.

Mo Xian was about to take out the embers poured out of the furnace, and suddenly he heard two pops, and there seemed to be heavy objects falling in the courtyard.

She opened the door, and a sharp cold light came on her face!

When yelling...

The jar of furnace ash fell to the ground, and Mo Xian stepped backwards and retreated into the house.

Outside the door, four sturdy masked men bullied into the room, and one of them held a dagger and said in a low voice, "Don't make a noise, don't make trouble, you only ask for money, don't kill!"

A little man screamed: "This little lady is so beautiful and beautiful, why don't we take a look at it by the way?"

A man with a scar on his eyebrows turned his head and glared at him.

The little man shrank his neck suddenly.

Mo Xian looked at Ma Liang helplessly.

Ma Liang put down his pen calmly and said, "Everyone, we don't have much savings in our small courtyard. There is some scattered silver in the box on the table. That is all our money. You take it. Please go. "

Someone went over to open the wooden box he was talking about, and he took out some silver from it, scattered about two to thirty taels.

The man with a scar between his eyebrows looked at Ma Liang and sneered.

"Oh, still want to lie to us? If you just save this little, you can afford such a good paper? Such a good ink? Are you really ignorant of the uncle?"

"Good boy!" The little man said sharply again: "It seems that you don't see the robbery or cry!"

With that said, he was going to go to Moxian.

"Stop!" Ma Liangtoni shouted.

He glared at a group of strong men, and said: "If you think this paper and ink is valuable, you can take it away... I am a family member and came here from outside... There is really no more money at home."

In fact, as long as he picks up the plain-looking bald brush on the side, he can draw thousands of gold and silver at will.

For the convenience of going out, he has always used and painted with gold and silver, so he didn't save much.

But at this time, if the magic pen was used in front of this group of thieves, the ones who were snatched away...but it wasn't just gold and silver.

If you lose the magic pen, to Ma Liang now, it's tantamount to losing half your life.

Really half-life.

The scarred man stared at him as if thinking.

The small man on the side said: "Big brother, this man made it clear to us. I suggest taking a look and putting pressure on him."

The scar man finally nodded: "Yes."

"Haha!" The little man gave a treacherous smile, and then stepped forward to pull Mo Xian.

The scar man put his neck around his neck and threw him out of the house, saying, "I'm exploring the way ahead."

After there was a puff, a flattering voice followed: "It should be, it should be, elder brother, please...preemptive."

"The younger brother will control the others... Everyone takes turns to control the others..."

"..."

Although Mo Xian walked out of her own painting, she was no different from an ordinary woman and did not have any magical powers at all.

Seeing that she was about to be humiliated, Ma Liang was anxious, lifted the magic pen on the side, and stayed on the paper to outline it.

Mo Xian suddenly called him: "Master! Don't..."

Ma Liang looked at her concerned eyes and understood what she meant. If he draws another ghost, maybe he will become an old man.

But now this situation...

Ma Liang had no choice but to think, brush a few strokes, and drew a very lifelike steel knife.

Seeing Guanghua's flash, the steel knife suddenly popped out of the drawing paper and appeared on the table.

Ma Liang lifted it up, strode forward, and shouted, "Let go of Mo Xian!"

Needless to say, the scared man's attention has already shifted from Mo Xian to him.

The man greedily looked at the writing brush on Ma Liang's desk: "The reason why our brothers are trapped in this city cannot get out. I heard that it was because a little shepherd boy picked up a magical brush, and everything can come true... I didn’t expect it. , This pen is here."

Ma Liang stepped forward with a knife and scolded angrily: "I know if you don't want to get out!"

"Heh." The man sneered, "You try to stab me?"

While talking, he also walked towards Ma Liang.

Ma Liang had no intention of killing people. Seeing him approaching again and again, he was flustered for a while, tightened his eyebrows, yelled, and slammed his knife!

clang--

The steel knife hit the man's neck heavily, but it was not the sound of the knife's blade entering the flesh, but the sound of a collision of gold and iron.

"Haha." The man sneered, took out a book from his arms, and shook it in front of Ma Liang's eyes.

I saw the eight characters above.

"Thirty Days to Learn Iron T-shirt"

...

"Do you know?" The scared man said: "I have taught myself iron cloth shirts for three years! With this **** technique, I have become invulnerable! I have the talent, and I am robbing the house in order to continue learning martial arts.

"I have already contacted the Yanzhao Gate in the north, and only five hundred taels of silver can charge me to get started."

"Originally, I didn't want to kill people, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I actually met the magic brush here...Hahahaha! What kind of martial arts I will practice in the future, I will just cultivate immortality!"

Outside the door, the little man with the wind didn't hear it really, and he was puzzled for a while, "Big brother, what kind of pen did you encounter, so cool?"

"Could it be some kind of legendary famous implement?"

He couldn't help rubbing his hands.

look forward to.

"you……"

Inside the house, Ma Liang couldn't think that there was a warrior among the gang of thieves. It was too late to pick up a pen and paint. In a hurry, he could only swing a big knife again, and wanted to hack again.

The scared man didn't give him a chance, so he kicked and banged! Ma Liang's thin body flew high, hit the wall, and slowly fell down like a picture.

"Master!" Mo Xian exclaimed.

"From now on your master will be me, hahaha..."

The scared man picked up the magic pen and looked at Ma Liang, who was lying on the side, with cold eyes.

The news of being pregnant with the treasure must not be leaked out.

Not only this person, but the Scared Man has already made up his mind, including the brothers who are coming with him tonight, not one can stay!

People are not ruthless and can't stand firm.

He was about to pick up the steel knife and Ma Liang came up, when he saw the little man outside suddenly walked in with a strange expression.

The scared man frowned: "Didn't you let you watch the wind?"

"Yes." The little man said: "I just came in to inform you that the people from Chaotian Que are here."

"Huh? Where is it?"

"It's...behind me..."

After all, the little man walked forward a few steps stupidly, revealing a black figure behind him.

...

The scarred man's pupils shrank instantly.

"Zhan leave a name?!"

Yes, the person here is dressed in black, his face is cold, his eyes are like electricity.

It is the youngest leader in Chaotianque, who has left his name.

In the past few years, all thieves walking in the Hangzhou Mansion must remember the appearance of the exhibition and be on guard.

Only at this time, it was too late to beware.

"Brothers!" Scarface yelled, "Side by shoulder! Kill him, and there will be a splendid wealth!"

This is not a lie.

Can the magic pen in the hand be described by the word "rich and honorable"?

just……

The people in front of them are not something they can deal with together.

Seeing Zhanliu's name, his eyes turned, his eyebrows raised, and there seemed to be a crash invisibly!

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

A total of four strong men were gathered, all of them fainted to the ground without a word.

And the long young man standing at the door clearly didn't move, just a look in his eyes.

The strong are oppressive and terrifying.

If he wanted to, he could even scare these strong men to death on the spot.

The dust settled.

Pause.

Zhan left his name and asked aloud: "Are you Ma Liang?"

Ma Liang and Mo Xian in the room did not suffer from his coercive attack, and they were sober at this time. But... Ma Liang couldn't say a word.

He looked at the leader of Chaotianque who came to the door, the governor of love had been revealed, only a wry smile.

As Li Chu expected, when Zhanliu came the day before, he had already ordered the yamen to cooperate with the investigation of the Wenfang shop. At this time, a woman in red was found, very suspicious, he came to inspect and encountered this scene.

Saved Ma Liang and Mo Xian.

But Ma Liang didn't know whether it was sad or happy.

After a long time, I said, "It's me."

Zhan Liuming picked up the magic pen from the ground and looked at Ma Liang again: "The pen is true...it really comes at a price."

"Because he is a mortal womb, how can he control such immortal tools?"

Suddenly a dark voice came from outside the house.

...

Zhanliu's gaze was solemn, and he said to Ma Liang and Mo Xian: "Don't come out."

After all, he walked into the courtyard alone, and was greeted by two weird masked men.

One wears a bronze mask and the other also wears a bronze mask.

It's just a crying face on the left and a smiling face on the right.

Behind the two of them, there was also a ghost with a bowed head and eyes like a pet. Seeing Zhanliu's name, it blinked its big eyes like a copper bell.

It may be that I remembered some bad memories last night.

"I blame you for the delay, we were late." The crying face said in a low voice, looking at the ghost.

The ghost suddenly trembles all over, as if wanting to ask for mercy.

But before a word was said, the crying face casually pointed and burst open!

Ink splashes.

Here, the smiling face said to Zhan Liu, "Leave the magic pen, you can go."

Zhan left his name without making a sound, and looked at them coldly, with his left and right hands facing backwards, on his left shoulder and right waist, holding a pair of swords behind him.

Black sword, white sword.

The world's magical soldiers.

"I've heard of you, Chaotianque's youngest leader, a natural immortal body... Seven stars follow their fate. But I advise you, it's better not to draw a sword."

The smiley man’s voice was very cheerful, incompatible with the tense atmosphere.

"You can ask your destiny, once you draw the sword, will you...will you die?"

The crying face's voice was extremely gloomy, as if someone owed him a few bucks.

Zhanliu's face is sinking.

He is indeed born with a fairy body, and the fairy body he carries is called "Seven Stars according to Ming."

As the name suggests, he was born with a Beidou to lead the way.

The Big Dipper kills.

He can see where everyone's death is, and detonate and urge the death.

Relying on this ability, he made his debut for many years without fail.

But sometimes, the omen of death will also appear on his head.

At this time he knew that he had encountered some life-threatening things. Relying on this ability, he also escaped many life and death catastrophes.

For example, today.

Since the appearance of these two weirdos, he has felt his destiny bleak.

Dangerous.

Thought for a long time.

He put the magic pen on the ground quietly.

The appearance of these two weirdos was obviously unexpected. Chaotianque was insufficiently prepared for the forces that might be involved behind the magic pen.

There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

This is not an escape.

It is a strategic retreat.

"I want to take the two in the house," he said.

"Whatever." The smiley man stretched his hands: "We are law-abiding people, and we are not here to kill."

After that, Zhan left his name and retreated into the house, helping Mo Xian and Ma Liang up.

If they were left here, they would almost certainly end up being killed casually.

Save if you can.

Bang--

Zhan Liuming took the two of them straight through the roof and flew high into the sky. A night owl was stabbed and killed, and he stepped onto the bird's back.

Before leaving, he glanced back.

His eyes are deep.

"This kid makes me feel hairy." The crying face whispered: "Should we not let him go? This son will be a big disaster in the future."

"Who doesn't know this? That's a natural immortal body, when it grows up, which one is not a great power?"

As soon as the smiling man raised his hand, the magic pen on the ground fell into his sleeve without any wind.

He said again: "But it's not that easy for us to kill him, and it will also attract Chaotianque's revenge. If it exposes the demon way, it will be even more troublesome."

"Yes, but not necessary."

Taking away the magic pen, the two also turned and left, and walked out of the hospital gate, only to find someone waiting outside.

When the man saw them, he smiled slightly: "It's been a long time since I saw you, I'm sorry."

...

The man had a black square face, like an old farmer, but he was wearing a clean cyan robe, which was a bit of a violation.

The crying man and the smiling man froze on the spot when they saw him.

"Sandaoren..."

The crying face gave a low cry, as if he was really going to cry.

"Are you standing and talking to me?" The Taoist San asked casually.

"Many years have passed since the grievances between the Foreign Demon Sect and you..." The smiley man seemed to want to make a round.

Sandaoren glanced over.

Puff through, puff through.

The crying man and the smiling man knelt down together, not seeing the calmness of the talent.

Persuade.

"I originally came to this city to look for someone else. I didn't want my consciousness to scan and found you. Let's talk about it, why are you here?"

"We..." The smiling face hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Sang Dao Ren said lightly: "Don't lie, I can see it."

"It's the demon way immortal Tibetan." The crying face said directly: "The demon way of immortal treasure is coming to this world. This time we are going to the south of the Yangtze River. This is why we came."

"No wonder, I said that your group of things that can't be on the countertop suddenly dared to run to the south." Sang Dao Ren scratched his head, "Just got something, put it on the ground, and you can roll."

"Sang Dao Ren, this matter is very important..." The smiley man wanted to say something more.

Sandor raised his eyes again.

He threw the magic pen to the ground suddenly, turned around and ran, and at the same time shouted: "Goodbye!"

The crying face was shocked by his companion's escape speed, and he felt that such a big person around him was gone in an instant.

After blinking, he quickly got up and flashed away.

The huge streets and alleys were suddenly empty inside and outside, and only this old man was left.

With a move of his finger, he took the magic pen into his palm, looked at it, and smelled it again.

"It really is the taste of Dao brother, I can't think that there will be an unexpected harvest in this trip." He smiled, and put the magic pen into his arms.

After that, he stood up and muttered: "Then the little Taoist named Li Chu, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said that he is... handsome? I want to see how handsome... he is."

Waiting to turn on his spiritual consciousness and sweep the entire Xuling county town, he suddenly discovered that a little Taoist priest was approaching at the front street corner visible to the naked eye.

He was wearing a plain blue robe, his expression was indifferent, and his appearance...excellently handsome.

The word is too apt.

It's the kind of...you see this person, and think about this adjective, and you will immediately know that there will be no second person. What you must say is his...appropriateness.

Sang Dao Ren looked at Li Chu, his eyes dignified.

Li Chu and Chen Huaji walked side by side, and when he saw this black-faced Taoist priest, he quickly noticed something wrong.

The pupils shrink slightly.

because……

The two of them...

Zhuangshan.