Sword of Coming

Lu Sui stood up, perhaps knowing the temperament of the friends around her, when she got up, she held Ren Longcong's hand, not giving her a chance to sit there and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Lu Sui smiled and said, "I've met Mr. Chen."

Chen Pingan laughed and said, "Fairy Lu can just call me the second shopkeeper."

Lu Sui smiled slightly, as if he had something to say in his eyes but didn't say it.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Then I will also call you Miss Lu."

Zhang Jiazhen, who was helping out at the liquor store, had already come, with only a wine bowl but no wine.

Lu Sui poured a bowl of wine for Chen Ping, and lifted the bowl, while Chen Ping lifted the bowl.

Ren Longcong also took a sip of the wine, that's all, and then sat back on the bench with Lu Sui.

Holding chopsticks in both hands, Bai Shou stirred a large lump of Yangchun noodles, but he didn't eat them. He was amazed, and then squinted at the surnamed Liu, did he learn, did he learn? This is my brother's ability. Fairy Lu is also extremely intelligent and decent. Baishou would even think that if Lu Sui liked this good man Chen, then he would be a good match. If he went to like Liu, it was a fairy flower thrown into the vegetable garden, and the Orchid of the Valley moved to the pigsty. As soon as he had this thought, Bai Shou dropped his chopsticks, clasped his hands together, with a solemn face, and muttered something in his heart, Sister Ning, I was wrong, I was wrong, Lu Sui is not good enough for Chen Pingan, not good enough for Chen Pingan.

Ren Longcong watched the battle with Lu Sui at the end of the street before, and then met Qi Jinglong and Baishou. Both of them had carefully watched the fight between Chen Pingan and Yu Xuanfu. Ren Longcong wouldn't even come to the shop to drink with the words "you need to have a big fist".

In fact, Ren Longcong was more accepting of people like Qi Jinglong who practiced Taoism, people with Taoism, and Chen Pingan, who was sitting at the same wine table at the moment, had a mediocre impression. It's not that I look down on Chen Pingan for selling wine, seals and folding fans. In fact, Ren Longcong once went down the mountain to practice, and there were many dangers. Old desks and stools, not only do not hate them, but rather miss the tormenting years of those years, but Chen Pingan always has a feeling that makes Ren Longcong feel awkward. They are too much like the people on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but they don't have the aura of Taoist practitioners in the world. It may be that so many sword cultivators watching the battle from different camps and different realms are very rude to the second shopkeeper, but that kind of rudeness is actually It was a scene that Ren Longcong herself and many of her teachers couldn't even imagine, and it might even be a strange atmosphere that she knew she couldn't get what she wanted.

It can only be said that Ren Longcong has no problem with Chen Pingan, but he doesn't want to be any friends.

After all, the Chen Pingan in his mind at the beginning, the young man who can make the land dragon Liu Jinglong regard him as a close friend, should also be personable and full of immortality.

It's a pity that the second shopkeeper in front of him, apart from his clothes that fit his impression, his words and deeds disappointed Ren Longcong too much.

As for how Chen Pingan viewed Ren Longcong, she didn't care at all.

In fact, there was enough space for a wine table, but Lu Sui and Ren Longcong still sat together, as if all women who had a good relationship were like this. Regarding this matter, Qi Jinglong didn't think too much about it, Chen Pingan didn't understand it, and Bai Shou thought it was great, every time he went out, he could have the opportunity to see one or two more beautiful sisters.

Lu Sui chatted about Yu Yufu, all of which were good things about that female martial artist.

Chen Pingan heard them one by one, and did not take it seriously.

First, even if Lu Sui's words spread to the other side of the city, they would still not offend Yu Xiefu and Kuxia Sword Immortal.

Second, the better Yu Yufu's talent in martial arts and his personality, the better Chen Pingan, who won the first round without even throwing a punch.

Third, what Lu Sui said is mixed with some intentional or unintentional secrets. Of course, the news of Chunfan Zhai will not be fabricated out of thin air and spread as rumors. Obviously, as Qi Jinglong's friends, Lu Sui prefers Chen Pingan to win the second round.

Ren Longcong didn't like to hear these things, and paid more attention to those Jianxiu who were drinking. This is the wine shop of Jianqi Great Wall, so she couldn't tell who had a higher realm.

But in Haoran Tianxia in his hometown, even in Luzhou, Beiju, where the customs are closest to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, whether it is drinking at a table or gathering people to discuss matters, one can tell at a glance whether one is high or low, and one's state is high.

It turns out that the shop is good here, the business is very good, there are not enough wine tables and benches, and there are some people who are willing to drink by the side of the road, but Ren Longcong found that it seems that among the sword cultivators who are squatting and eating Yangchun noodles, someone greeted and joked earlier After a few words, it is clear that he is a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator! Yuanying Sword Cultivator, even in Beiju Luzhou where there are so many sword cultivators, are there many? ! Then you squat on the side of the road without even a small bench, like a starved ghost reincarnated?

In the secular dynasties at the foot of the mountain on any continent in Haoran Tianxia, ​​Yuanying Sword Cultivator, which one is not the guest of the emperor and monarch, wishing to bring out a plate of the legendary dragon liver and phoenix marrow?

The point is that the old sword cultivator just saw that Chen Ping'an just now, and he was just cursing, saying that after cheating on his daughter-in-law book that he had worked so hard to accumulate for many years, he came to cheat on his coffin book again, right?

Then the second innkeeper, who was chatting with Lu Sui, apologized to Lu Sui, then stretched his neck, said a word to the old Jianxiu, and then winked with a sneer. As a result, the dignified Yuanying Jianxiu caught a glimpse The back of a man who was already eating and drinking on the side of the road, hey, hey, he said that he had misunderstood, and he only blamed himself for not being good at gambling. The most affordable Xianjia Jiuniang below. Then the old man took the wine, took out the money, and ran away, spitting on the ground while running, saying that the second shopkeeper, your conscience has fallen on the ground, come and pick it up, and be careful not to be caught by the dog. Everyone at the wine shop applauded loudly, feeling very happy, and someone had an impulse to order another jug ​​of wine.

Ren Longcong felt that the sword cultivators here were all weird, shameless, and their words and deeds were absurd and unreasonable.

Chen Pingan smiled slightly and looked around. Everyone was full of suspicions, and once someone said it out, the doubts disappeared, at least the suspicions would drop a lot.

Can you understand my number?

However, when I thought of writing another poem for this old bastard, I felt a little headache, so I smiled and looked at the guy opposite, and asked sincerely: "Jing Long, do you have any thoughts about reciting poems lately? We can learn from each other .”

As for whether to give it to the old sword repairer after the sparring, or engrave it on a seal or write it on a fan, can Qi Jinglong take care of it?

Qi Jinglong smiled and said, "I don't know how to read and write, and I have no idea. My half bucket of water is fortunately not dangling."

Chen Pingan said to Bai Shou: "I will advise your master to study more in the future."

Bai Shou asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

People surnamed Liu have already read enough books, how much more? Just because of Liu's temper, he can't read books with him? Pianran Peak is the place where Bai Dajianxian practiced his sword. In the future, he will be famous all over the world because it is the place where Baishou practiced his sword. What kind of book do you read? The collection of books surnamed Liu in the hut, Baishou felt that even if he just flipped through them casually, he probably wouldn't be able to finish them in his lifetime.

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Otherwise?"

Baishou picked up his chopsticks and poked it, threatening: "Be careful of my sword fairy supernatural power that everything can be used as a flying sword!"

Qi Jinglong smiled knowingly, but his words were teaching his disciples, "Don't imitate certain people at the dinner table."

Bai Shou happily ate the Yangchun Noodles. The taste was not good, so it could only be considered passable, but there was no charge anyway, so he had to eat a few more bowls.

Lu Sui smiled and narrowed his eyes.

She especially likes Qi Jinglong at this moment.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "The Yangchun noodles in my shop, each person has a bowl, and you have to charge for the rest, Baishou Dajianxian, are you very happy?"

Baishou raised his head and said vaguely: "Aren't you the second shopkeeper?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I set the rules."

Instead of being annoyed, Bai Shou felt a little sad for his brother. When he thought of Chen Ping'an living in such a big Ningfu and only living in a house as small as a grain of rice, he asked softly: "You have worked so hard to earn money, can't you afford it?" The reason for the betrothal gift? If it’s really not possible, I’ll bite the bullet and ask Sister Ning for a favor, and ask Sister Ning to marry you first. The kind of person who cares about the dowry gift, you are thinking too much. It is really unreasonable for a big man to marry a wife without any money, but who made sister Ning accidentally choose you. Seriously, if we are not brothers, I got to know Sister Ning first, so I insisted on persuading her. Alas, let’s not talk, I rarely drink, and I have a thousand words, anyway, it’s all in the bowl, you can do whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

Looking at the boy who shivered after taking a sip of wine, he silently put the wine bowl on the table.

Chen Ping scratched his head, he couldn't really unscrew the boy's head, so he missed his great disciple who opened the mountain.

Sword Immortal Tao Wen was squatting on the side of the road eating Yangchun noodles, still with the sad expression brought out from the womb. Jianxiu, who had a wine table before, wanted to move the place for this senior sword fairy. Tao Wen waved his hand, and took a pot of the cheapest Zhuhai Dongtian wine and a plate of pickles by himself. It was salty again, but fortunately, a young man soon brought a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles. The fresh green onions were so cute and pleasing to look at, Tao Wen was reluctant to eat them. Every time the chopsticks wrapped the noodles, he intentionally Scramble the scallions and let them rest in a small bowl smaller than the wine bowl.

He made a lot of money this time, and Tao Wen's income after dividing the accounts alone had to look like seven or eight grains of rain money.

Because almost no one thought that the second shopkeeper could defeat the enemy with one punch.

At the beginning, Tao Wen didn't believe it either. After all, the other party was Yu Yufu, not some embroidered pillow. Pure martial arts fighters exchange punches and fight each other. They beat each other to death. There are dozens or even hundreds of punches. The sword cultivator asked the sword, but the second innkeeper said with certainty that if he couldn't win with one punch, Tao Dajianxian would lose as much money as the gods in the manor, and he would use wine to pay off all the debts at the wine shop. Tao Wen was not stupid, so he continued to bury his head in eating noodles at that time. He was not interested in sitting in this village, so the second shopkeeper took a step back and said that it would be fine to repay the money with money, but Chen Pingan would pay two more for the 50-50 split that was agreed earlier. Cheng, seven to three points, Tao Wen thinks it is feasible, and he doesn't even bother to ask for a price. If it is true that Chen Pingan can knock down Yu Xifu with one punch, as long as he has a big business, he will not make less money. , Said that if you do business with Tao Dajianxian, the sword fairy alone should earn 10% more, so it is still six to four cents, don't do it for nothing, Tao Wen nodded and agreed, saying that if I lose money, I will only smash those broken ones. Wine table, no flying sword.

Squatting next to Tao Wen was a moaning young gambler. This time, he lost everything in his bet. Don’t blame him for his poor vision. He is already big enough to win the first game within ten punches of the second shopkeeper. How did he expect the result? That Yu Xuanfu punched first, took advantage of the sky, and then directly surrendered. So today the young sword cultivator didn't buy wine, but just took a bowl of wine with a friend who lost less money, and then ate two dishes of pickles and a bowl of Yangchun noodles for free, looking for money.

Tao Wen said: "Cheng Quan, gamble less money in the future, as long as you get on the gambling table, you will definitely not be able to beat the dealer. Even if you want to gamble, don't even think about making a lot of money with this."

The young man has known this sword fairy since he was a child, and both of them are people who are close to the alley. It can be said that Tao Wen is an elder who watched Cheng Quan grow up. And Tao Wen is also a very strange sword fairy. He has never been attached to a wealthy family, and has been alone all year round. Apart from being on the battlefield, he will also fight side by side with other sword fairy. It's not a small ancestral house, but although Tao Jianxian is a bachelor now, it is actually worse than a bachelor who has never married a wife. The old woman in the family used to be crazy for many years. Year after year, she was exhausted and depressed. Time, it is difficult for the gods to stay. Tao Wen didn't seem to be very sad. He still didn't drink much every time and never got drunk.

Cheng Quan said helplessly: "Uncle Tao, I don't want to gamble like this, but Feijian is difficult to raise, and I have reached a critical small bottleneck. Although I can't help me improve my realm, it is too important to break the bottleneck. I am missing a lot of gods Qian, Uncle Tao, you see, I have only drank wine a few times and been to mirages a few times in these years, I really don’t like these, there is really nothing I can do.”

Speaking of this, Cheng Quan raised his head, looked at the south of the city, and said sadly: "God knows when the next big battle will start. My aptitude is mediocre, and the rank of my natal flying sword is just passable, but I am dragged down by my low realm. Once you can only guard the top of the city, how much money can you earn by killing a few monsters? If Feijian breaks the bottleneck, you can increase the distance of Feijian's long-distance attack with all your strength, at least three or four miles, even in the city Head, killing monsters will be fast, and if you have more, you will have more money, and you can only hope to become a golden core sword cultivator. Besides, relying on those few Xiaoshu money alone, the gap is too big, so you can't just gamble."

Tao Wen asked, "Why don't you borrow it?"

Cheng Quan smiled wryly and said: "The friends around me are also poor. Even if they have some spare money, they still need to nourish Feijian by themselves. The fairy money I eat every day is not a small amount. I can't say that."

Tao Wen took a big mouthful of Yangchun noodles, took a chopstick of pickled vegetables, chewed them, and asked, "After your aunt left, I remember telling you that I can help you once you encounter problems in the future, no matter how big or small they are." , why don't you speak?"

Cheng Quan grinned and said, "Isn't this thinking that I can go down to the city to fight and let Uncle Tao save my life once. Now it's just a lack of money. No matter how worried, it's still a trivial matter. It's better than no life."

Speaking of this, Cheng Quan's face was pale, guilty and anxious, his eyes were full of regret, and he wished he could slap himself.

Tao Wen looked calm, nodded and said: "It's good to think so."

Cheng Quan also felt relaxed, "Besides, Uncle Tao used to have money."

Tao Wen laughed, "That's right."

Tao Wen said in his heartfelt voice: "Introduce a job for you. I can give you a grain rain money in advance. Do you want to do it or not? This is not what I mean, it is the second shopkeeper's idea. He said you have a good face. He is an honest and kind person, so it is more suitable."

After Cheng Quan heard the ripples in his heart, he asked in confusion: "What should I say? The wine shop needs to recruit long-term workers? I don't think it is necessary. There are girls from Diezhang and Zhang Jiazhen, and the shop is not big, so it is enough. Besides, even if I am willing to help, Niu It takes years and months to make up enough money."

Tao Wen said helplessly: "Second shopkeeper really saw the right person."

A sword fairy who sips Yangchun noodles, and a sea-viewing swordsman who sips a drink. After chatting furtively, Cheng Quan rubbed his face hard, drank heavily, and nodded vigorously. This deal is done!

Tao Wen remembered one thing, and remembered what the second shopkeeper had said before, so he copied it and reminded Cheng Quan: "There are rules for sitting in the dealership, and there are rules for the gambling table. Together, there will be no chance of cooperation in the future.”

Cheng Quan nodded.

Not long after Cheng Quan left, Qi Jinglong and others also left the wine shop on Chen Ping'an's side, and the second shopkeeper came to Tao Wen with a wine bowl, and said with a smile, "Tao Jianxian earned hundreds or thousands of grain rain money, and still drinks wine. This kind of wine? Isn't Immortal Tao Dajian interested in our drinks today?"

Tao Wen thought for a while, and when he was about to nod his head and agree to something that didn't matter, the second shopkeeper hurriedly said in his heartfelt voice: "Don't just yell for help with the checkout, just tell everyone here, no matter how much wine you drink today, you Tao Wen Help me pay half of the drink bill, and only pay half. Otherwise, I would have been looking for you in vain. Gamblers who have just entered the industry know that we are a partner in cheating people. But if I deliberately pretend not to know you, let alone, We have to make them dare not believe or be suspicious at all, half-belief is just right, so that we can continue to sit in the manor in the future, what we want is this bunch of bastards who have a drink and goofing around are all self-righteous."

Tao Wen cursed in his heart, "What is this? What are you thinking about when you have nothing to do? Let me see that if you are willing to concentrate on practicing swords, within ten years, you will already be a goddamn sword fairy."

However, Tao Wen still said to everyone with a straight face, today's drink, less than five pots, he Tao Wen will help pay half of it, just take it as a thank you for everyone's support, and bet at his gambling house. But the money for five pots of drinks and above has nothing to do with Tao Wen, so fuck off, buy wine yourself if you have money in your pocket, go home and drink urine and milk if you don't have money.

Listening to Tao Wen's words, Chen Pingan felt that he was worthy of being a real swordsman, and he was very qualified to be a manor! But in the end, it's better to see people for yourself.

Chen Ping sipped the wine and asked in his heart: "Then Cheng Quan agreed?"

Tao Wen put down the bowls and chopsticks, waved, and asked the boy for an extra pot of wine, and said, "You should know why I didn't deliberately help Cheng Quan, right?"

Chen Pingan said: "I know, in fact, I don't want him to leave the city early to fight, maybe I still hope that he will always be in such an embarrassing state, be it a gambler or a gambler, as long as he has Cheng Quan's temper , people are not that bad, now every day worrying about big and small, after all, is better than death. As for the incident at Uncle Tao’s house, even if I have covered my ears for a year, I should have heard about it. The Sword Qi Great Wall has a little Whether it's good or bad, words are not taboo, no matter how big the sword fairy is, he can't hide things."

Tao Wen waved his hand, "Don't talk about this, drink."

Tao Wen asked suddenly: "Why don't you just bet on yourself to lose? Many gambling houses actually have this bet. If you are ruthless, it is estimated that you can earn at least dozens of Grain Rain coins, which will make many loss-losing swordsmen jump their feet." scold mother."

Chen Ping said angrily: "Ning Yao has already said, let me not lose. Do you think I dare to lose? For dozens of Grain Rain money, I will lose half my life, and then I will not return home for a year and a half. It’s a good deal to build a floor shop here, right?”

Tao Wen laughed out loud for the first time, and patted the young man on the shoulder, "I'm afraid that my daughter-in-law is not ashamed, it's good, keep up the good work."

Chen Pingan smiled and bumped Tao Wen's wine bowl.

Tao Wen sighed softly: "Chen Pingan, it's not a good thing to empathize too much with other people's sorrows and joys."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "People who can say such things should talk to themselves, ask and answer themselves, and let themselves suffer."

Tao Wen was stunned, then nodded with a smile, but changed the subject, "I also spoke frankly with Cheng Quan about the rules of the gaming table."

Chen Ping shook the wine bowl and said, "It's a good thing to be able to abide by the rules in business all the time. If Cheng Quan, who has always followed the rules, is still willing to break the rules for a friend, it means that Cheng Quan is a person. , It’s really worth making friends with. Uncle Tao, if you don’t lend him money to help Cheng Quan practice, I will come. To be honest, before the second shopkeeper, I used to have two nicknames that resounded throughout the world, and they are even more worthy of the name. One is called Chen Haoren, and the other is called Shancai Boy!"

Tao Wen pointed to the wine bowl in Chen Pingan's hand, "Look down and see if you have any face."

Chen Pingan looked down and said in shock: "Who is this young man? He looks handsome after shaving his beard."

The study of the head of the Yan family.

Fatty Yan stood tremblingly at the door of the study.

Earlier, when his father heard about the boxing match outside the gate of the Ning Mansion, he gave Yan Zhuo a grain rain coin, betting that Chen Pingan would win with one punch.

Even though Yan Zhuo had great confidence in Chen Ping'an, he still felt that the Gu Yu money would be wasted, but his father Yan Ming said that he made a wrong bet and it didn't matter. So after Yan Zhuo got the money, he wanted to be a little more secure, so he decided on his own, and secretly bet for his father that after three punches, the winner would be determined within ten punches. With his private money, he bet that Chen Ping'an would knock down Yu Xiefu, a woman from the local tycoon within a hundred punches. In the end, who would have thought that Chen Pingan and Yu Yufu proposed such a way to learn from each other that they were at a great disadvantage, and Yu Yufu was even more confused, and after punching him, he directly surrendered. Damn it, you should carry a few more punches, Chen Pingan is in the golden body state, but you, Yu Yufu, are in the golden body state with invincible foundation?

Fatty Yan didn't want to come to his father's study room, but he had to. The reason is very simple. He Yan Zhuo spent all his private money, even if he borrowed some more from his mother, he still couldn't afford to pay his father what he should have earned from the Grain Rain money. Heaps of rain money. So it's not surprising that I can only come here to be scolded and beaten.

Without raising his head, Yan Ming asked, "Was it wrong?"

Yan Zhuo hummed.

Yan Ming said: "Will Chen Pingan lose in the boxing competition this time? Will he sit in the village to make money?"

Yan Zhuo said: "Absolutely not. Chen Pingan has no intention of winning or losing a monk's fight, but he has a deep obsession in martial arts. Let alone Yu Yufu is of the same golden body level, even if it is a confrontation Chen Pingan is not willing to lose for a martial artist who travels far away."

Yan Ming asked: "Chen Pingan is surrounded by the Ning Mansion, and there is Ning girl in the Ning Mansion. This time, when you ask about boxing, you think that Yu Yufu has the heart of victory and the intention of forging, so for Chen Pingan, if he wins, he will win again." Is there any point?"

Yan Zhuo shook his head and said, "I wasn't sure before. After seeing the conversation between Chen Pingan and Yu Xuanfu, I knew that Chen Pingan didn't feel that the two sides' competition would benefit him at all."

Yan Ming raised his head, and continued to ask: "Then how can I make Fu Yu less entangled? Have you ever figured out why Chen Pingan made that suggestion? If not, then my Grain Rain coin will be It’s really in vain. All the losses caused by this Guyu money, you will record it in my account, and you will pay it back slowly. Yan Zhuo, do you really think that Chen Pingan deliberately gave way? You think Yu Yufu Throwing punches but admitting defeat, do you do whatever you want? Believe it or not, as long as Yu Yanfu gave up his own martial arts advantages, stood still like Chen Pingan, and then received a punch from Chen Pingan, Yu Yanfu would have no face shouting and punching. The next two games? Do you really think that Ningfu Bai Lianshuang, the former martial artist of the tenth realm, and Nalan Yexing, the sword cultivator of the Immortal Realm, are there every day to watch the gate or clean the room? As long as they can teach , will teach it to his uncle, and as long as Chen Pingan can learn it, he will learn it, and he will learn it very fast. Not to mention the side of the city, every now and then, he will help teach swords. , your year of Yan Zhuo's time is actually not wasted, but it seems like three or five years have passed."

Yan Zhuo said aggrievedly: "I also want to compete with the Sword Immortal, but the Chief Priest of our Yan family is as arrogant as the sky, and he disliked me when I was a child, and now he still refuses to teach me swordsmanship. Many times, the old guy is not willing to talk to me."

Yan Ming looked calm, "Why don't you come and ask me to teach you swordsmanship obediently? Who in the Yan family speaks the most? Patriarch Yan Ming, when will you not be able to control even a little sword fairy?"

Yan Zhuo's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he choked up and said, "I don't dare. I'm afraid you will scold me for being worthless, and I will only live and drink at home. What is the young master of the Yan family, the pig is already fat, and the demon tribe in the south Just collect the meat... Such disgusting words were spread by our Yan family members, you never cared about it back then...why should I come to your side to be scolded..."

Yan Ming's expression was as usual, and he never spoke.

Yan Zhuo finished speaking his heart in one breath, turned his head and wiped away his tears.

The Patriarch of the Yan family, whose arms and sleeves were empty, said: "Go and tell him, I will teach you how to practice swords, teach you all you have, and don't hide anything."

Yan Zhuo hummed and ran out of the study.

In the corner of the study, there were ripples, and an old man appeared out of thin air, smiling and saying, "Do you want me to be this villain?"

Yan Ming smiled and said, "You, who collect a lot of god money from me every year, don't want to be a villain. Do you want me, who is someone else's father, to be that villain in my son's eyes?"

The old man planned to return to the place where he practiced Taoism in the Yan Mansion immediately. After all, the little fat man had obtained the imperial edict and was on his way to run wildly, but the old man said with a smile: "The previous Patriarch's so-called 'Little Sword Immortal Enshrine' included two words, The wording is inappropriate."

Yan Ming shook his head lightly, and the little Jingmei, who was in charge of helping to turn the pages of the book, understood, squatted on his knees slightly, jumped into a pen holder on the table, took out two Gu Yu coins from it, and threw them at the pen holder. the old man.

The old man put the two Gu Yu coins into his sleeve and said with a smile, "It's quite appropriate."

Yan Ming thought for a while, with an awkward look on his face, and said: "The same effect of practicing swords, remember to strike softly."

The old man disappeared in a flash.

In fact, Yan Ming still had some things to say, which he did not share with Yan Zhuoming.

For example, the Yan family hopes that a certain daughter whose nickname is Scallion Sword Immortal can become a new enshrinement.

The girl who had a great future on the road left the city and died in battle on the southern battlefield. Her death was extremely tragic. His father was a sword fairy. At that time, there was a fierce fight on the battlefield. In the end, this man ran away with serious injuries, but it was still too late to save him.

Later, the girl's mother went crazy, and would only repeat, day and night, asking her man a word, you are a sword fairy, why don't you protect your daughter?

A man, returning to his empty home without him, previously ordered three extra bowls of Yangchun noodles from the shop and hid them in his sleeves. Now, bowls are placed on the table. He took three pairs of chopsticks and arranged them one by one, then the man buried himself in his bowl.

One of the bowls of Yangchun noodles on the table has more chopped green onion.

In the twilight, Chen Pingan sat on the threshold with his sleeves covered, leaning against the door hinge, looking at his own shop with excellent business and the restaurants in the distance that were deserted.

I heard that after the middle-aged wealthy woman swaggered out of the mirage, the Sword Immortal who shot out the sword at the Sword Qi Great Wall was named Tao Wen.

Later, these stories were actually just stories of other people's joys and sorrows. Originally, after listening to them, they would pass away. After drinking a few pots of wine and eating a few bowls of Yangchun noodles, they would pass away. But in Chen Pingan's heart, he just lingered, and the young people who had been thousands of miles away would always think of the Niping Lane in his hometown for no reason. Later, thinking about it made him really uncomfortable, so he asked Ning Yao that question at the beginning.

Regardless of the age of the Sword Qi Great Wall, as long as it is a sword cultivator, everyone is waiting to die. They have died one after another, and no one wants to remember anyone for a long time.

Then these bastards in Haoran Tianxia come here to talk about those untenable benevolence, morality, etiquette and rules?

Why didn't you just talk about the good and bad of the Great Wall of Sword Qi after seeing it all? I didn't ask you to die generously on the top of the city. It wasn't you who died, so is it difficult to just look a little more and think a little more?

The young Zhang Jiazhen took a break from his busy schedule, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and accidentally saw that Mr. Chen, leaning his head against the door hinge, staring forward blankly, his eyes were in a trance like never before.

Mr. Chen seemed a little sad and disappointed.