Sword of Coming

This time when I left Dali and traveled south, there was something interesting that Dr. Song found interesting.

The young Li Muchi could not understand what he saw and heard on his way south, especially the carriage ride to Shihao Kingdom. Deep down in his heart, he even complained about the culprit, the Dali Dynasty where he belonged. Perhaps in the young man's view, if the Great Li cavalry had not gone south, or if the continuous wars going south had not been so bloody and cruel, there would not have been so many people displaced. In the catastrophe of the war, all the men and women who were originally honest and responsible have become People don’t look like humans, and ghosts don’t look like ghosts.

Li Muchi's grandfather, a ninety-year-old "young" monk, was indifferent to this, but did not explain anything to his grandson.

Ruan Xiu asked: "I heard that there is a child from Mud Bottle Lane, right in Shujian Lake?"

Doctor Song nodded and said: "The surname is Gu. He is a child with great luck. He was accepted as a closed disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Lord of Jiejiang in Shujian Lake. Gu Can himself brought a 'big loach' to Shujian Lake and brought him With the dragon retinue whose combat power is equivalent to that of Nascent Soul, he is making waves. At such a young age, he has a great reputation. Even the Zhuying Dynasty heard that there is such a pair of masters and servants in Shujian Lake. Once when I was chatting with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu said this with a smile. The little guy named Gu Can is simply a natural born Shanze Yexiu."

Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon shaped like a bright red bracelet, then lowered her arm, thoughtfully.

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A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake. There was a prosperous city called Chishui City, which was crowded with people.

We hired a carriage along the way. The coachman was a chatty old man who traveled all over the country. The man was generous and liked to hear lively and interesting stories. He didn’t like to sit in the carriage and enjoy the good times. He sat next to the old coachman for almost half of the journey and let him drink. I drank a lot of wine and was in a good mood. I also talked about many strange things about Shujian Lake that I heard from hearsay. I said that it was not as scary as the rumors outside. There were beatings and killings, but most of them would not involve ordinary people like them. However, Shujian Lake is a huge gold-selling cave. It is absolutely true. In the past, he and his friends took a group of wealthy young men from the Zhu Ying Dynasty and asked them to wait in Chishuicheng. He said he was a We returned after a month, but after waiting for less than three days, the group of young men returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake. They were already penniless. Seven or eight young men had a full 600,000 taels of silver. In three days, , it was all in vain, but listening to the words of those prodigal sons, it seems that they still have more to say, saying that after half a year, they save some money, and they must come back to Shujian Lake to be happy.

The man was very inconspicuous walking on the crowded streets of Chishui City.

Previously, there was a team of Qi Practitioners guarding the city gate, but there was no need for any customs clearance documents at all. As long as you paid the money, you could enter.

Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.

Shujian Lake is extremely vast, with more than a thousand large and small islands scattered all over the place. The most important thing is that it is full of spiritual energy. It is difficult to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of ​​islands and waters. But if there are one or two Jindan Earth Immortals, Occupying a larger island is most suitable as a residence and a place to practice Taoism. It is both clean and like a small cave. In particular, Qi practitioners who practice the "near water" method regard certain islands in Shujian Lake as must-win areas.

The man carrying the sword chose a downtown restaurant and ordered Huchi Shuicheng's most famous Wuwei wine. After drinking the wine, he listened to some of the lively chatter at the nearby wine tables. He didn't hear anything more, but only the useful ones. One thing is that after some time, Shujian Lake seems to be holding an island owners' alliance once every hundred years, preparing to elect a new "king of the rivers and lakes" who has been vacant for three hundred years.

The man finished his drink and meal, settled the bill with the shopkeeper, left the restaurant, and asked for directions to a Yuanwei Street in Chishui City that was open to everyone. It was full of Xianjia shops and the long street was four miles long. , there are Qi practitioners guarding both ends, and they do not care about status, but only recognize money to clear the way. In this regard, it is a bit like the old Dragon City, which has the best trade in the continent. uncle.

If you don’t believe it, just look at the wine in the cup. The cup is served to the rich first.

If you put it this way, it seems that the entire world is the same everywhere.

The middle-aged man with a vermilion wine gourd hanging from his waist, the old coachman had said before that in Shujian Lake, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons and frequent traffic, there is no need to worry if he can speak the elegant language of a continent, but he still learns from the old coachman on the road. I wrote some books in Jianhu dialect, but I didn’t learn much. I was able to ask for directions and bargain in general. The middle-aged man wandered around and took a look. He neither made a splash and swept away those sky-high-priced treasures in the store, nor just looked at and bought them. He picked a few clever but inexpensive spiritual weapons and practiced them like ordinary foreigners. Qi Shi, a virtue, is just enjoying the fun here, not looking down upon anyone, but also not looking down upon by the locals.

The middle-aged man finally stopped at a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items. The items were good, but the prices were not very fair. The shopkeeper was an old-fashioned man who didn't look like he was doing business, so the business was relatively deserted and many people came. Walking around, there were only a few people who took out the fairy money from their pockets. The man stood in front of an ancient bronze sword placed horizontally on a special sword stand. He did not move for a long time. The scabbards were placed high and low, and the sword body was engraved. There are four characters of "Da imitating Quhuang" in small seal script.

Looking at the man in a long gown with a sword on his back who was bent over and looking at it carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What are you looking at? Can you afford it? Even the imitation sword from Quhuang in ancient times costs a lot of money. Go, go, go, if you really want to satisfy your eyes, go somewhere else."

The middle-aged man probably had a weak pocket and a straight waist. Instead of being annoyed, he turned to the old man and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this man is a man who hunts the world together with the first dynasty monarch in the world." , one of the eight horses pulling the carriage they were riding in?"

The old shopkeeper glanced at the sword behind the man, and his expression improved slightly, "He is still a man with good eyesight that can make him blind. Yes, he is the one from the 'Eight Horses Dispersed'. Later, there was a great swordsmith in Middle-earth, so he He spent his whole life creating eight famous swords and named them after the Eight Horses. This man had a weird temper and was willing to sell the swords he made. However, he was willing to sell each sword to a buyer from the corresponding continent until he died. Not all of them have been sold, and there are countless imitations in later generations. This ancient sword that dared to carve the word "big imitation" in front of Quhuang is an excellent imitation, and naturally the price is extremely expensive. I have already put two of them in my shop. Over a hundred years, young people, you definitely can’t afford it.”

The man did not make a fool of himself. He looked away from the ancient sword and began to look at other treasures. Finally, he stood in front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall. The lady in the painting sat sideways, covering her face and crying. If you listen carefully, you will hear a tiny voice like crying coming out of the picture.

The old shopkeeper exclaimed, "I never thought I'd meet someone who knows the goods. The two items you looked at for the longest time when you entered my shop are both the best things in the shop. He's a good guy, and he doesn't have much money in his pocket. His vision is not bad. Why, you used to be rich and powerful in your hometown, but your family has fallen into ruin, and now you start wandering around alone? With a sword worth not much money on your back and a broken wine flask hanging on your back, you think you are a knight-errant? "

The man was still looking at the magical picture. He had heard it said before that there were many calligraphy and paintings about the subjugation of the previous dynasty in the world. By chance, the words would contain the meaning of grief and anger, and some of the characters in the picture would become graceful and graceful. The object, alone in the painting, is sad and heartbroken.

The man turned around and smiled: "Young knight, it doesn't matter how much money you have."

The old man sneered and said: "This kind of nonsense can only be said by a young man who has not been in the world for two or three years. I see that you are not young. I guess you have walked away from the world in vain, or you are walking by the pond. It’s a real arena.”

The man was still not angry. He pointed to the portrait on the wall and asked, "How much does this picture of a lady cost?"

The old man waved his hand, "Young man, don't ask for trouble."

The man smiled and said: "If I can afford it, what does the shopkeeper say? How about giving me one or two small prize items that are not very valuable?"

The old man, who had been guarding his ancestral shop year after year, was really bored. He suddenly felt motivated to fight. He pointed at a treasure rack near the door, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, see, as long as you can afford the fairy money." , on the shelf over there, you can pick three things, then I will frown and I will take your last name!"

The man smiled and nodded.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said: "I won't go into details about the origin of this picture of a lady. Anyway, you can see how good it is. If you can get three Xiaoshu coins, take it away. If you can't get it out, hurry up." Get lost."

The man looked back at the portrait on the wall, then at the old shopkeeper, and asked if the fixed price was non-negotiable. The old shopkeeper sneered and nodded. The man turned around again, looked at the pictures of ladies a few more times, and then glanced at After looking at the empty shop and the main entrance, he walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, slapped three fairy coins on the table, covered them with his palms, and pushed them towards the old shopkeeper, who also glanced at the shop. At the door, the moment the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, brought it to his side, raised his palm, and after confirming that they were genuine three Xiaoshu coins, he grabbed them in the palm of his hand, put them in his sleeves, raised his head and said with a smile: "I was wrong this time. You're a good boy. You have some skills. You can even make me, who has developed a pair of piercing eyes, be wrong."

The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and pick out three things that I like."

The old shopkeeper laughed loudly and walked around the counter, "Go ahead and do business. You still have to have integrity. I will help you put this picture of a lady into a box. Don't worry, the brocade box alone is worth two snowflakes." Spending money will not ruin such a precious portrait."

The man's eyes were wandering in front of the treasure rack at the door. The old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait and kept looking at the man from the corner of his eye while putting it into a treasure box.

Damn it, if I had known that this guy was so rich and generous, what kind of luck would he have? And it was three pieces in one breath, and now I started to feel very distressed.

When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper felt a little relieved, and he didn't lose much. But when the guy finally selected a black jade seal that had not yet been carved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper's eyelids trembled slightly and he said quickly: "Boy, What's your last name?"

The man was still a little hesitant at first, but when the old shopkeeper showed up, he decisively took it into his hands, turned around and said with a smile: "My surname is Chen."

The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will take your surname as Chen from now on, and you can put the seal back, okay?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "When doing business, you still have to be sincere."

The old shopkeeper said angrily: "I think you should stop being a bullshit ranger and become a businessman. I'm sure you'll be extremely rich in a few years."

The old man said this, but he actually made a lot of money and was in a good mood. For the first time, he poured a cup of tea for the guest named Chen.

The man had no immediate intention to leave. One was thinking about whether he could sell the big imitation canal yellow again, and the other was thinking about hearing some deeper things about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper. They just drank tea and chatted. .

The man knew a lot of inside information that the old coachman had never heard.

Shujian Lake is a paradise for wild cultivators in Shanze. Smart people can get along well, but fools can be particularly miserable. Here, there are no good or bad cultivators, only differences in cultivation level and depth of calculation.

The commerce is bustling, there are many shops, and there are all kinds of things.

Those who are desperate or in trouble elsewhere can often find shelter here. Of course, if you want to feel comfortable, don't expect it. But as long as you have a pig head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive from now on. No matter how you get along after that, everyone depends on their ability, relying on big mountains, and providing help with money and effort is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, there are not many heroes who endured humiliation and heavy burdens for many years and finally rose to become the overlord of one party.

Outside the shop door, time flies by.

In the shop, the old man was talking lively.

There was once a Nascent Soul monk who was a genealogy master, and he teamed up with a Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Maybe he thought that he could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent, and he held a banquet on a big island in Shujian Lake and posted hero posts widely. , inviting all the earthly immortals and Longmen monks in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic situation of Shujian Lake being leaderless, and to become the king of the rivers and lakes who commands the heroes.

At the banquet, not one of the thirty or so Shujian Lake island owners present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded, tried their best to agree, or flattered Shujian Lake from the bottom of their hearts, saying that Shujian Lake should have had a big shot who could convince the public a long time ago, so as not to have any rules. Wang Fa, there are also some island owners who are silent. As a result, after the banquet had dispersed, someone had already secretly stayed on the island and began to submit letters of surrender, make suggestions, and explain in detail the background and credentials of the major mountains of Shujian Lake.

It's just the next scene that makes all the monks in Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of their age, feel particularly happy.

That night, more than four hundred monks from different islands swarmed in and surrounded the island.

Using nearly 900 magic weapons, plus more than 200 dead warriors raised on their respective islands, they killed the two arrogant Nascent Soul cultivators and the Golden Core Sword Cultivators.

Those with the most determined murderous intent happened to be the group of "the island owners who were the first to surrender."

The man listened attentively and casually asked about Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao.

The old shopkeeper became more and more enthusiastic as he talked.

It is said that Zhenjun Jiejiang is really great now.

Two years ago, a little devil came here and became Zhenjun Jiejiang's disciple. He was so talented that he actually controlled a terrifying dragon and went on a killing spree on his own territory, destroying the mansion of a great guest. Ten cardigan girls and more than a hundred people were slaughtered by the "big loach", and most of them died in horrific ways.

After that, for some unknown reason, he killed his fellow senior brother. It was another bloody killing. The ferocity and cruelty of the "big loach" was fully revealed. He spoke many times, not for the purpose of killing, but purely for the satisfaction of killing. Interestingly, wherever he passed, there were broken limbs and corpses all over the ground.

After that, the two masters and apprentices were unstoppable and occupied many nearby islands where other families had deep-rooted influence.

Those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish. It is said that many young and beautiful girls were kidnapped by the little devil who didn't have all their hair. It seems that they became new cardigans under the training of the little devil's second senior sister. Little girl.

Since then, Shujian Lake has never had a peaceful life. Fortunately, there is also a fight between gods and gods there, and finally it has not affected a remote place like Chishui City.

The little devil surnamed Gu was assassinated several times by his enemies afterwards, but he did not die. Instead, he became more and more domineering and arrogant, with a savage reputation. A large circle of monks surrounded the little devil and put a hat on the little devil. Nicknamed the "Prince on the Lake", the little devil even visited Chishui City in the spring of this year. The battles and pomp were no worse than those of His Highness the Crown Prince of the secular dynasty.

The old shopkeeper was chatting happily, but the man never spoke much and remained silent.

At dusk, the old man sent the man out of the shop door, saying that he was welcome to come back and that he didn't need to buy anything.

The middle-aged man nodded. When he stood up, he had already put the three small items into his sleeves, held the brocade box under his arm, and left.

The old man was a little confused, as if this man was a little... lost when he left? It's strange, he is obviously a rich man in the world, why is he like this?

The old man stopped pursuing it and walked back to the shop, shaking his head.

Today's big business is really going to last three years without opening and three years after opening. He wants to see who among the black-hearted old bastards near the shop in the future dares to say that he is not the material for doing business.

As for whether the man would come back to buy the big imitation canal after he left, and why he started to smile forcefully while listening. There was no smile at all, only silence. The old shopkeeper didn't care.

The fight between the gods in Shu Jian Lake, the little devil Gu, and the grudges and grudges about life and death. Anyway, they are all other people's stories. We have heard them, and we can tell them about them and that's it.

After the customer left the shop, he walked slowly.

Life is not a story in a book. The joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows are all in the pages of the book. But it is so easy to turn the pages of a book, but it is so difficult to repair the human heart.

Who said that, Cui Dongshan? Lutai? Zhu Lian?

Can't remember.

After walking dozens of steps, the middle-aged man stopped and sat on a step between the two shops.

Like a dog on the roadside.