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Qin Xiaochuan hung upside down on the tree, and Shi Jiuru sat under the tree. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Qin Xiaochuan swooped back into the tree, and after a while, he jumped down seriously.

"I'm here to find you this time. Shi Jiuru was straightforward: "Crossing the White River." ”

Judging from his physiognomy, Shi Jiuru is a man who is easy to arouse people's affection. When watching the drama, Qin Xiaochuan had a good impression of this person, and knew that Shi Jiuru was an upright person.

"Is there something wrong?" Qin Xiaochuan asked.

"Have you ever seen this silver hairpin?" Shi Jiuru took out a silver men's hairpin from his sleeve and spread it out in his palm. Qin Xiaochuan was a little puzzled, he thought that Shi Jiuru would find him for the second time, and it should be something more serious.

"Huh?" The style of the silver hairpin is quite familiar. Qin Xiaochuan thought for a moment, and directly plucked the one on the top of his head, and the messy black hair immediately scattered. The two hairpins, one silver and one made of ebony, are identical, with an hour-like pattern engraved at one end.

The wooden hairpin that Qin Xiaochuan is using now was given by the Lord of Time City when he left Time City three years ago. Although most of the time, he hastily tied his hair with a rope. The wooden hairpin was kept as a souvenir and was never lost, and the silver hairpin seemed to have been given away.

"Have you ever seen Fuji do it?" Qin Xiaochuan remembered. The silver hairpin was taken as a token by him and left to be the only one who kindly taught him the basic skills. Later, Fuji did not appear all the time, and this matter was temporarily forgotten by him.

"Not really. ”

Shi Jiuru spoke softly and handed over the silver hairpin. Qin Xiaochuan took the hairpin into his hand, and immediately found that something was wrong, this hairpin was heavier than an ordinary silver hairpin, as if it was filled with lead.

"Someone in the public pavilion has offered a reward to find the owner of the silver hairpin, and I happen to recognize the hairpin pattern on your head. Shi Jiuru said slowly: "This silver hairpin style has now been widely spread in the martial arts. ”

Qin Xiaochuan frowned. But think about it, the hardship is so great, he changed his name and surname to leave Nanwulin, and it is indeed quite laborious to find someone.

"Do you know who's looking for me?" but still have to be asked.

Shi Jiuru said: "I only know that the person who is looking for you seems to be for a person's life. So this man came back halfway, because human life is greater than heaven.

Qin Xiaochuan put away the silver hairpin, saying that he already knew about it. It's rare to see Shi Jiuru again, and he also has something to ask. After thinking about it for a while, Qin Xiaochuan said that he didn't like to go around the bend in his bones, so he simply asked directly: "What is your relationship with Hell Island?" It doesn't matter if you ask directly, because the object is Shi Jiuru.

"I have been entrusted by the Lord of Hell Island to meet a man here. ”

Shi Jiuru groaned.

In fact, it indirectly answered the hidden meaning in Qin Xiaochuan's question. Shi Jiuru would come to the Valley of the Buried Corpses, firstly, because he happened to be nearby, secondly, it was also the time for Hell Island to send people to investigate the evildoers, and thirdly, it had something to do with Qin Xiaochuan himself.

Qin Xiaochuan himself didn't know that since the retreat of the Three Sects and the Seven Stars had disappeared, the Central Plains martial arts talents had withered, and they were not as good as the four surrounding places in the southeast, northwest, and northwest. With the meaning shown in Qin Xiaochuan's swordsmanship, he had already made Hell Island think that he had reached the congenital level, and he was afraid that he would not be his opponent Originally, he wanted a certain island master to come in person, and later a certain island owner contacted Shi Jiuru, who was traveling abroad. Qin Xiaochuan's level of importance in Hell Island had long been on par with Feng Wushou, who was known for his cunning. This is also the reason why Gray Ears must pull Qin Xiaochuan into the gang.

However, for Qin Xiaochuan himself, it is enough to know what Shi Jiuru came here for. There are two meanings hidden in Shi Jiuru's words, one is that he did not pass by here by accident, and the other is that he has left Hell Island.

Qin Xiaochuan almost couldn't help but want to say, did you make someone in your family want to rebel against you? But the friendship between him and Shi Jiuru has not yet reached the point of saying nothing. "Thank you. Qin Xiaochuan turned around and left.

Shi Jiuru stood up and followed behind him.

Qin Xiaochuan walked for a while, then stopped and turned around.

Shi Jiuru said: "I am in the same direction as you. ”

It's all going to the public pavilion, don't mind.

Qin Xiaochuan: "......" is followed by such a god, he has pressure in his heart, okay?

All the way to the evening.

The night stars were shining, Shi Jiuru raised a fire, Qin Xiaochuan found two sweet potatoes, and after roasting, one for each person. Shi Jiuru's sword didn't know where it was, and Qin Xiaochuan's sword was wrapped in strips of cloth and placed on his knees. Shi Jiuru broke the sweet potatoes and ate them little by little, and Qin Xiaochuan took two mouthfuls and scooped up his sleeves to wipe his mouth.

It seems that who is a congenital person is a stark contrast.

"I thought you would invite me to a sword fight. After Shi Jiuru finished eating the sweet potato, he was in a good mood, and quietly observed Qin Xiaochuan in the night.

It is rumored that Suzuken Wataru Shirakawa is a person who likes to pull others to compete, and whoever loses will get the coffin he made and gifted.

"You really don't look like a swordsman. Qin Xiaochuan put his hands behind his head and went directly to the ground. The real reason is that he knows that Shi Jiuru is not a person who likes to use force. Qin Xiaochuan pursues freedom himself, and at the same time, he doesn't like to force others to do what they don't want to do.

"Why do you have to be limited to a swordsman?" Shi Jiuru looked a little talkative.

The night is quiet, and the night of hardship will always show people a soft and charming style that is different from the day.

Qin Xiaochuan simply sat up again: "I don't have a teacher, I want to try to see how others use swords, so that I can know how I should use swords." ”

"Martial arts have a long history, why does it have to be a 'sword'?" Shi Jiuru asked.

"Because ......"

Qin Xiaochuan became serious instead, thinking, "What I originally used was a sword?" No, it's not right. It should be, after being kicked to the Bitter Realm Martial Arts by the Time City Lord from the beginning, the only thing that can bring him a sense of security is the small iron sword that Fuji gave him.

Shi Jiuru said: "However, the person who works with you may not only use a sword. ”

Qin Xiaochuan: "Huh?"

Shi Jiuru's expression was calm, and his eyes were smiling.

Qin Xiaochuan felt kindness from Shi Jiuru. He nodded: "Next, I will challenge more people." "Until he breaks through the bottleneck at this moment and understands the doubts about the sword!

"You're not a person who likes to kill. ”

Shi Jiuru used a wooden stick to stir up a fire and said, "You need a suitable opponent." Martial arts together, communicate with each other, at the beginning of my sword practice, I studied a hundred unique learning. "There is no shortage of martial arts in Hell Island, and the most are the martial arts left by the previous prisoners and the owners of the island.

Qin Xiaochuan said: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks. Shi Jiuru said: "I just think that your road in the martial arts may be longer." You don't have to worry about Hell Island. ”

Shi Jiuru's kindness came from the nameless bones buried in the Valley of the Dead. He always believed that a person who respects the bones left behind after death is not an evil person. It's just that the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, and there are always too many helplessness, if it weren't for the fact that some people disagree with the too harsh execution conditions of Hell Island, Shi Jiuru would not have resigned as the island master and traveled to the Central Plains alone.

"When I saw you, those who wanted to kill you......" If there is no reaction in the face of other people's kindness, Qin Xiaochuan will feel that he can't sleep for three days. He thought about it, but deliberately accentuated his tone, trying to remind.

"I know it. Shi Jiuru glanced at Qin Xiaochuan and didn't ask him how he knew about Hell Island. There are secret people in the rivers and lakes, and Qin Xiaochuan is not the only one.

Since his companions have said so, Qin Xiaochuan will not say more. With a move of his fingers, he secretly let the grass beside Shi Jiuru grow thicker, and then lay down rashly: "There is still half a day before the public pavilion, I have to go to bed first." "The grass is thick, so it's more comfortable to lie down.

Qin Xiaochuan's sleepy eyes were hazy, and he really felt sleepy, and he quickly snored.

Shi Jiuru quietly picked up the fire more vigorously. In the darkness of the night, he looked up to the southeast, where there seemed to be some sound.

"Alas. Why?" Shi Jiuru asked softly, perhaps wanting to ask someone far away on Hell Island. Compared with Qin Xiaochuan, who can fall asleep without defense in front of him, some people have known each other for a long time, but they still can't see their hearts clearly.

The night passed, and the day dawned.

Qin Xiaochuan stepped into the public pavilion.

It's not the first time he's been here, but every time he comes there, there's a different kind of freshness. The public pavilion is so famous, and the people of the whole suffering realm know that this is the default place to solve the martial arts turmoil. Every time there is a big event, there will be people such as those who report to the gods and squat in the public booth to sell news to people who come and go. Qin Xiaochuan's own news has also been sold here.

In addition, Qin Xiaochuan also knew that the public pavilion would be destroyed from time to time because of martial arts battles, and then it would be secretly rebuilt by unknown public welfare people. In the nearby villages, many traders rely on public pavilions to make a living, selling wine, tea, and swords, and it is more dangerous to do business here, but they also make a lot of money.

Qin Xiaochuan also wrote back to Rin Ruomei, recommending that a coffin shop branch be opened here, people who die every day here must be very profitable, and martial arts people who dare to come to the public pavilion to kill each other will definitely not be short of money.

However, on this day, there was a long queue in front of the fair stone next to the public pavilion, and most of the people in line were nearby villagers.

Qin Xiaochuan thought for a moment that he had gone to the wrong place, glanced at the long line, turned around, and sat down on a tea stall under the shade of a tree. Xiao Er familiarly served him a pot of tea, and grabbed two taels of broken silver on the table.

"Guest, what do you want to ask?"

As soon as Shi Jiuru entered the public pavilion, he had already disappeared. Qin Xiaochuan took out the silver hairpin from his sleeve and shook it.

"Recently, a woman came and set up a free clinic next to the public pavilion, and she didn't need money to see a doctor, and she also sent a hairpin like this, I heard that it was to find her lover. "The shopkeeper directly returned one or two silvers, which is not a secret, you can know it with a little inquiry.

"What about people?" Qin Xiaochuan asked.

"Wow. Xiao Er pointed to the team: "That's not it!"

Qin Xiaochuan raised his finger without changing his face, threw the silver two over, got up with the teapot and walked to the queue, muttering as he walked: "It's strange to have a lover or something......"

What the hell is Fuji doing, not busy to save his life-saving benefactor Night Sorrow, running to the public pavilion to do something with such fanfare, it really doesn't look like that person's style.

"What do you want to do, it's forbidden to cut in line here!" A woman holding a child stared at Qin Xiaochuan with vigilant eyes.

Qin Xiaochuan was defeated and retreated.

He waited and waited on the side of the road, and he didn't know where he got his patience. It was probably the woman in Xiao Er's mouth that aroused his interest. It wasn't until sunset that the villagers in line had dispersed, and a slender figure finally appeared in front of the fair stone.

The one who lowered her head and pulled up the hair on her sideburns was indeed a young woman. The woman looked to be in her twenties, with delicate and warm eyebrows, sitting behind a stone bar to sort out the medicine basket she carried with her, slowly sending a faint medicinal fragrance with the wind, and suddenly bringing a little peace next to the public pavilion.

The woman was dressed in white, with a few jade hairpins inserted in her hair, black hair like clouds, lips as red as vermilion, low eyebrows and a faint smile, and raised her hand to pick up the paper umbrella next to the stone bar.

Qin Xiaochuan walked over at this moment and handed the wooden hairpin in his hand to the woman. The wooden hairpin is the same style as the silver hairpin, but the material is different.

The woman in white was stunned, and the white feathers dotted next to her black hair trembled lightly in the wind, and she raised her head gently and indifferently.

Qin Xiaochuan stared at the cluster of white feathers, his heart suddenly seemed to skip a few beats, and he took a deep breath: "The person you are looking for is me." ”