Sword of Coming

Ruan Xiu put away the "bracelet" again, and a seemingly exquisite and cute fire dragon body was wrapped around her wrist, snoring slightly. In the battle of Furong Mountain, there were two Jindan Earth Immortals alone, and even more were eaten. A young man with a prosperous martial arts fortune made him a little exhausted.

Ruan Xiu asked a question that caught Old Master Song off guard, "Can I move some hibiscus stones back to Longquan County? I want to open a shop selling seals and Feng Shui stones in the alley of the town."

This doctor from the Song Dynasty of the Ministry of Rites was always known for his quick thinking in the Dali court. He once had a beautiful talk with His Majesty the Emperor, "Within a stick of incense, the emperor and his ministers played thirty-seven questions and answers." Now he was a bit unable to keep up with Miss Ruan. He thought about it and said with a smile: "Miss Ruan, as long as the objects close to you are big enough, it doesn't matter if Furong Mountain is emptied."

After Ruan Xiu got the answer, he immediately asked Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao to start "cutting the mountain." While the two junior brothers and sisters were digging the land, Ruan Xiu said to the old man: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I won't let you go in vain." It's just a trip. In the Lutong City we passed by at Shujian Lake, and on the way back to Dali, if we still take the original route, I will help you find three suitable candidates for the Taoism. Together, they can almost equal one... ...Xu Xiaoqiao, what is his name?"

Xu Xiaoqiao whispered in the distance: "Han Jin."

Ruan Xiu nodded and said: "Yes, it's just as good as Han Jin. One is the grandson of the old man who sells crispy cakes at the Earth Temple in Lutong City, the closest to us, and the other one is from the candy blower vendor at Ganlu Temple in Shihao Kingdom. The little girl I gave a candy man to was the little girl with the two blushes on her face who was very cute. The last one was at the Xianjia Ferry called Nian Zhidu. I bought a big bag of Huang Gui. When we were making persimmon cakes, I met a local kid who was competing with me to see who had the biggest appetite. As a result, he had a toothache from eating the food and ran home crying to his parents."

The three big Li Niangan Langs were all in disbelief. Isn’t this really child’s play?

Unexpectedly, Dr. Song nodded and said: "When Mr. Dong and Miss Xu have dug enough Furong Mountain, we will return to the Earth Temple in Lutong City to find the child named Tongshan."

Nian Ganlang knew immediately. Since even Dr. Song remembered the child's name, it was obvious that he must be a piece of jade with good qualifications for cultivating Taoism.

Ruan Xiu looked up to Gongliu Island. When she made this move, the fire dragon on her wrist that had originally planned to "hibernate" opened its eyes and looked up with her.

Some descendants of ancient true dragons have an innate preference for killing their own kind. In the history of the ancient Shu Kingdom, such ferocious beings were often the first choice for beheading by swordsmen who had traveled far and experienced.

Xu Xiaoqiao suddenly said: "Senior Sister, Master has told us that except for official business, Senior Sister is not allowed in Shujian Lake..."

When Xu Xiaoqiao said this, he glanced at the black-robed young man Dong Gu.

This time at Furong Mountain, the road to the mountain was opened by the second senior fellow apprentice who showed his true form and forcibly broke through the formation barrier. He was seriously injured. Not to mention a broken fang, it had also been damaged for at least forty or fifty years. Taoism.

With a straight face, Dong Gu added the remaining two words that Xu Xiaoqiao didn't dare to say: "You're here."

Ruan Xiu looked around, feeling a little regretful, "Then let's save it for now."

Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao nodded at the same time, and Master Song also nodded.

Ruan Xiu looked at their identical movements and found it interesting. She smiled and said, "What are you doing, a chicken pecking at rice?"

When she smiled, the young man Niangan Lang, who had already been attracted to Ruan Xiu, fell into a trance and watched in a daze.

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On Yuanwei Street in Chishui City, which specializes in selling immortal artifacts, an old man in a green shirt and long coat was walking. He had an ordinary face and an ordinary temperament, just like a rich man from an ordinary wealthy family. He repeatedly rubbed a snowflake with his two fingers. Money, walking and watching, shopping a lot, but not buying anything. Fortunately, Yuanwei Street is full of strange people and strange things, and no one cares about such a tall and thin old man.

The old man walked to a shop. The old shopkeeper, who had been feeling very proud of himself recently, was drinking some wine. He had two plates of food to go with the wine, salted peanuts and shredded silver fish, a specialty of Shujian Lake. When he saw the old man in a long coat, the old shopkeeper didn't even look at him. one time.

The old man seemed a little regretful and asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, that big imitation canal yellow sword was sold? Hey, the picture of the lady was also sold? Did you meet someone who was taken advantage of?"

The old shopkeeper who guards this ancestral shop has an eccentric temperament, and he doesn't know how to do business. If an ordinary shopkeeper met such a customer who couldn't speak, he would have rolled his eyes or turned him away. But the old shopkeeper didn't. Instead, he became interested and said with a smile: "No, the same guest is a stranger. He is very knowledgeable. He is not a scapegoat. Money can't buy his heart."

The old man clicked his tongue and said, "Not bad, not bad. It's far worse than your great-grandfather's business experience, but his luck is much better. Even if you can sell this, I thought it would be ashes for another hundred years."

The old shopkeeper squinted at the stranger and said, "It's not a small talk. Which island owner of Shujian Lake is the immortal master? Haha, but if I remember correctly, the island owners with a little ability are all staying on Gongliu Island now. You don't have time to come here and pretend to be an old god."

The old man said sadly: "Hundreds of people are eating, drinking and eating on Gongliu Island, and it is still a cesspool."

The old shopkeeper was a little happy, "Those gods flying around are not ordinary people like us. Gongliu Island cannot be turned into a toilet. Besides, Gongliu Island, a place like a mass grave, will become a toilet after the alliance is over." Who cares what it becomes."

The old man sighed, "I do care."

The old shopkeeper felt more and more interesting and waved, "Brother, come and have a drink?"

The old man shook his head and said: "It's no better than swill. I won't drink it."

The old shopkeeper smiled and scolded: "You have good intentions and don't drink them, but you have a bad temper and don't like me. If you look at the items in the store, if you like it, I will give you a 10% discount."

The old man waved his hands and walked out of the shop.

He had visited the entire Yuanwei Street, and had not returned to Shujian Lake for a long time. His life had changed a lot, and he could no longer see a familiar face. The old man walked out of Yuanwei Street and came to a quiet alley in Chishui City. At the end, take out the key and open the courtyard door. There is a cave inside.

No one lives in it, but someone is responsible for taking care of it every once in a while, and they are extremely diligent and attentive, so the quiet mansion with its winding corridors and deep courtyards is still spotless.

The old man came to a waterside pavilion, opened the window, and listened carefully to the sound of spring water hitting rocks and the sound of cool water.

About half an hour later, a wealthy old man with no name from Chishui City came to the outside of the waterside pavilion. He bent down and said respectfully: "This junior, Wang Guanfeng of Budixiang, pays homage to Patriarch Liu."

The old man turned around and said with a smile: "Is he the great-great-grandson of the Shihao Kingdom's Shuibu? Come in and sit down. Your Wang family was kind to me back then. My character, the Wang family of Chishui City that you moved from Shihao Kingdom, is of the same lineage. , all the family heads in the past generations know better than many young people in Shujian Lake now, so there is no need to be so cautious."

There were no extra decorations in the waterside pavilion, just a few white futons spread on the ground. Wang Guanfeng, who was actually richer than Fan Shi, the owner of Chishui City, sat on a futon tremblingly. He didn't take it seriously because of the old man's pleasant appearance. The sky is thick and the earth is thick.

The old man named Liu asked about the situation of Shujian Lake in the past hundred years, and Wang Guanfeng answered them one by one.

After hearing about the recent situation on Gongliu Island, the old man surnamed Liu said with a smile: "I have heard about the famous masters and disciples of Liu Zhimao and Gu Can on Qingxia Island even as far away as Fengweidu."

Wang Guanfeng thought carefully and replied: "Now the Song Dynasty of Dali and the Zhu Ying Dynasty are fighting over Shu Jian Lake. We bet on Qingxia Island. The Zhu Ying Dynasty should have chosen Qingzhong, Tianmu and Lisu San." The person in charge of the Island Alliance is a nine-level swordsman from the Zhu Ying Dynasty who was born in the royal family. He has some connections with Oriole Island, but where he is hiding now cannot be found out. But within the Zhu Ying Dynasty, there is no doubt that Gu Can is trying to win over There should still be disagreements about whether to kill or kill, and there is no unified opinion. Therefore, a certain force in the Zhu Ying Dynasty has suffered a big setback due to the previous assassination in Chi Shuicheng. Liu Zhimao himself is still in the Nascent Soul realm, and there is no sign of breaking through, but Gu The dragon next to Can has already reached the level of Nascent Soul, and its combat power is astonishing. Even Liu Zhimao is afraid of it. It may become a powerful force in the future, and eventually Liu and Gu will share the Shujian Lake. But these are all ancestors. The consequences of standing idly by.”

The old man smiled and asked: "That little devil named Gu Can, who claims to be the invincible fighter in Shujian Lake?"

Wang Guanfeng finally understood what he meant and asked cautiously: "Ancestor, do you want us to turn our heads and bet on the Zhu Ying Dynasty?"

The old man shook his head and said: "Those are two different things. Half of Liu Zhimao's success today is due to Gu Can and the Nascent Soul Dragon. Let him sit in the position of king of the rivers and lakes in Jianhu for a few days. When Gu Can dies, Liu Most of Zhi Mao has been crippled, and everyone is arguing that Shu Jian Hu’s last name two hundred years ago will be what his last name will be two hundred years from now.”

The old man smiled and said, "When did the wild cultivators of Shujian Lake become so unafraid of death? How dare a little brat show off his authority like this?"

Wang Guanfeng explained: "The Zhu Ying Dynasty may not have the idea of ​​​​wooing Gu Can and restraining Liu Zhimao, otherwise Gu Can would not be able to be so unscrupulous. However, the growth rate of the dragon was such that it became an earthly immortal in less than three years. Nascent Soul is really unbelievable, and it really makes all of us a little confused."

The old man was obviously not the kind of monk on the mountain who liked to criticize his servants harshly. He nodded and said, "I don't blame you. I traveled with two friends before and talked about this matter. My level and vision are as high as theirs. I feel the same way as you Wang Guanfeng. It almost means it’s unbelievable.”

"It's okay to bet on Liu Zhimao. If you are not afraid that I will cheat your Wang family's money, just put all your wealth on it."

The old man finally smiled and said: "It's just that Gu Can, I will kill him personally when the time comes. All you need to do is pretend to be deaf and mute and wait and see what happens. You don't have to do anything more and just wait to collect the money."

Wang Guanfeng swallowed.

The old man looked indifferent, "Since everyone is a wild cultivator in the mountains, no one's life is more valuable. No one can kill from beginning to end. At least in Shujian Lake, there is no such reason here."

Wang Guanfeng fell to the ground and worshiped.

Shujian Lake actually has rules. The old people in Shujian Lake don't mention it, and the young people don't know about it.