Not only did she get the three promises of the Sword Pavilion, but also became the big guest of the Xishu Sword Pavilion, Lin Wan'er was beautiful in her heart, she smiled happily, the smile climbed up to her eyebrows, she couldn't help laughing, she stood up: "If you don't say it earlier, you will have something to eat earlier, you big men are just not happy, remember that there are three things, and there are no conditions attached, you will do whatever I ask you to do." ”

Zhao Jianchen's face was solemn: "That's nature!" ”

Lin Wan'er is very happy, doing business with a person like Zhao Jianchen who is not rigid is cool, three things are three things, there is no "do not violate the morality of the rivers and lakes, do not violate the conscience, do not violate the loyalty" These high-sounding conditions are bound, and in the future, Zhao Jianchen can't shirk some antelope horns or unique conspiracies, thinking of this, she stretched out a hand to Zhao Jianchen.

"What is this?" Zhao Jianchen was puzzled.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me, give me some token tokens or something, you say it's a big guest is a big guest secretary, in case a stunned Sword Pavilion disciple says that I am pretending to be a big guest and has to stab me to death with a sword, wouldn't it be very unjust for me to die." Lin Wan'er said.

"Miss Wan'er, the first two Shushan Dakeqing are both dragons among people, only things that hurt others, how can there be a reason to be hurt by others, so Dakeqing really didn't ......" Zhao Jianchen's words were not finished, he saw Lin Wan'er's impatient expression, sighed heavily, and took out a token from his arms: "Miss Wan'er, this is the Pavilion Master Token passed down from generation to generation by the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, you take it first, and when I return to Shushan, I will definitely tell the entire Sword Pavilion about Miss Wan'er becoming the Great Keqing, so as not to have a misunderstanding in the future." ”

Lin Wan'er nodded slightly. took the Sword Pavilion token, as if he disliked that the token was a little dirty, so he wiped it with a handkerchief first. He stumbled the table again, and saw that the left and right worshippers shook their heads one after another, sighing and bowing their heads silently.

There seemed to be teardrops in the eyes of the right worshipper, the black beard flew left and right, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Jianchen: "I am the first heroic name of the Shushan Sword Pavilion!" ”

Zhao Jianchen didn't care at all, and watched Lin Wan'er bump the pavilion master token: "The reputation of the Sword Pavilion has been wiped out when the Ten Dead Soldiers came down the mountain, and now they will come to make up for their faces." It's tantamount to making amends. What's more, Miss Wan'er's talent is as high as the sky, and being a big offering in my little sword pavilion is cheaper for our Shushan. ”

He didn't forget to flatter Lin Wan'er. Since taking a trip down the mountain, Zhao Jianchen finally understood the true meaning of the sentence "see people and talk about people, and talk about ghosts" in the book, so he made unremitting efforts to pursue it. Now he thinks nothing but to be full. Everything else is fake.

It was praised as a flower. Lin Wan'er was in a very happy mood, and reached out and patted Zhao Jianchen's shoulder: "The young man is very knowledgeable, wait here, this offering will get you something to eat right away." ”

Seeing Lin Wan'er leave, Zhao Jianchen was extremely excited, pacing in the room, seeing the left and right worshippers bowing their heads and constantly shaking their heads and sighing, and said angrily: "Old man." Don't sigh, the first priority is to eat and live. Don't you see? Although this Lin Wan'er is a minister of the imperial court. However, due to the sensitive and special identity and transcendence in Xiliang's status, this time the Sword Pavilion dispatched all the troops to make a loss-making deal with Sima Qi, Xiliang will definitely not give up, and now it is the best time to make friends with Lin Wan'er, not to mention three things and the identity of the big offering, that is, ten things I Zhao Jianchen also agreed, and I can also let out the identity of the pavilion master, as long as I can keep Shushan. ”

The left and right worshippers glanced at each other, no longer sighed, and felt that what the pavilion master said was extremely correct, and he had to admire the pavilion master's thoughtfulness, and just now he felt that Lin Wan'er had lowered the overall level of the Sword Pavilion, and the idea of "still thinking far-reaching" was still the pavilion master's far-reaching. I used to think that the pavilion master only cared about the sword, not the sword pavilion, and the two of us had a lot of offenses to the pavilion master, and we also looked at the pavilion master Haihan. ”

Zhao Jianchen stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Actually, I didn't think about it so much at all, and I privately felt that it was a bit abrupt to give away the identity of the big offering, and saying the above words was purely to find a place for myself." In addition, I still don't care about the Sword Pavilion, a sect that was born, it seems to be high and untainted, and it will eventually be extinct. I advise the two of you to be happy, don't care too much about the rise and fall of the Sword Pavilion, the alternating cycle of all things is the way of heaven, when you have nothing to do, go down the mountain for a stroll, maybe you will meet your favorite old lady......"

The left and right worshippers were speechless for a while, and each scolded a vulgar word in his heart that had nothing to do with the fairy wind and bones, and greeted Zhao Jianchen cordially.

Sweet potato watched the three of them talk, and they listened ignorantly, but they always felt that it was always a little bad to talk about Lin Wan'er behind their backs: "Don't talk bad about her behind your back, in fact, she is really good." As he spoke, his face turned red unconsciously.

Zhao Jianchen glanced at the sweet potato, and hated a little that iron could not become steel: "Sweet potato, sweet potato, let you be born to practice swords, but I didn't expect that every heart in the next mountain fell on the earthly world, and I will never be able to return to the Sword Pavilion again." Look at you now, where is there still the appearance of the co-master of ten thousand swords, it is clearly a little boy who has just fallen in love, and he was put on the stove to be grilled and cooked, and it was steaming, so he almost pulled it out and ate it. ”

The sweet potato, who never argues with others, suddenly rose into flames, his little face was cold, and he slammed on the table with a snap, and the whole table shook for a while: "You still have the face to say about me?" When the sister who sells hot and sour noodles at the foot of the mountain got married, you cried, and you cried very sadly, for fear of being heard, so you ran to the back mountain of Jianshan alone to sharpen your sword, and suppressed your crying with the sound of sharpening the sword. ”

After saying these words, Sweet Potato himself was stunned, he had never spoken so aggressively, and after saying it, although he felt a little guilty in his heart, he had to say that it was also very refreshing.

Left and right worship in the heart of the sigh, it turns out that there is such a taste of fierce material, I haven't heard of it before, but today when I heard it, I suddenly became interested.

There was silence in the room for a while, Zhao Jianchen still remembered the girl at the bottom of the mountain, with two long ponytails, every time before going down the mountain, he would always find a stream to comb his hair, dot his clothes, and then sit nervously in front of the stall, suppressing the excitement in his heart: "Let's have a bowl of hot and sour noodles." The braided girl put a bowl of hot and sour noodles on her hands and feet, and put a lot of chili oil. Gently placed it in front of Zhao Jianchen. Zhao Jianchen whispered "thank you", and the girl said, "No." The two once chatted, and the girl said, "I want to go up the mountain to see the immortals of the Sword Pavilion." Zhao Jianchen disdainful: "They are all a group of high-sounding fake immortals." There's nothing to see. The girl's eyes widened: "Don't dare to say that." Zhao Jianchen smiled.

Sometimes he would also take some books from Haiqing to talk about comfort, read some "use the sword master to hug the beauty" passage, always scolded a "", this pull will be related to the girl to get married, go down the mountain and never see each other again, he walked back to Shushan in despair, full of exhaustion. Seeing the rain and mist and the beautiful Sword Mountain, for a moment he suddenly wanted to sharpen his sword and break all the swords in the world. Grind until the sky collapses and the earth cracks, and grinds until the sea withers and rots.

Zhao Jianchen was stunned for a long time, the expression on his face changed and changed, and he was sentimental. There is longing. and helpless, finally suppressed all his thoughts, and muttered in a self-deprecating tone: "If you don't take this, just chat, why expose people's scars and sprinkle salt on them." ”

The sweet potato felt guilty in his heart, and pulled the corner of Zhao Jianchen's clothes: "Pavilion master, I'm sorry." ”

Zhao Jianchen shook off the sweet potato's hand. Turning his head away, he snorted coldly.

At this time. Lin Wan'er walked into the room with the food, stuck her head out of the door and looked left and right, making sure that no one was following, closed the door gently, placed the food on the table, lifted the lid of the food box, and the steaming meal exuded a mouth-watering aroma.

Lin Wan'er only felt a gust of wind swaying in front of her, Zhao Jianchen and the three people on the left and right were already holding a piece of steamed bun in their hands, flying with chopsticks, sandwiching the delicious dishes, entering, chewing, stirring the meal with their tongues, feeling the taste of the tongue, and being happy was about to be.

"Wow!"

The three of them spit out the steamed buns and meals that had just been delivered to their mouths, and they all picked up the tea and poured it violently, constantly gasping for cold air.

Zhao Jianchen poured tea and asked, "Miss Wan'er, why is this meal so salty?" ”

Lin Wan'er drooped her eyelids, thinking to herself that I wouldn't tell you that I put a lot of salt in it: "Xiliang, you also know, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is common for the taste to be heavier, maybe the chef's taste is extraordinarily heavy, I can't help it, some of them are good, don't ask so high." ”

Reaching out and taking out an apple from her sleeve and handing it to the sweet potato, Lin Wan'er also picked up an apple and took a crisp bite, the juice overflowing.

Sighing slightly, Zhao Jianchen and the left and right offered a mouthful of tea and a mouthful of food, some of them are better than nothing, eating and eating, Zhao Jianchen frowned, and asked vaguely: "Miss Wan'er, why is there sand in this meal?" ”

Lin Wan'er took a bite of the apple, so she wouldn't tell them that on the way back, she deliberately grabbed a handful of delicious, gentle and delicate sand and sprinkled it in the meal: "Xiliang, as you know, there is a lot of wind and sand, so it is normal to eat some sand in the meal." Hurry up and eat, there are so many words to eat. ”

The three of them had no choice but to eat some dishes on steamed buns, Lin Wan'er saw the three of them grinning, she felt a burst of happiness in her heart, and couldn't help secretly having fun, she didn't know how to think of using this kind of damage to harm Zhao Jianchen and the three of them, and when she saw the salt and sand, she stopped, and added two more seasonings to the meal with local materials.

In fact, she wanted to add croton to the meal.,But she encountered the distress of the non-protagonist.,Croton is not said to be found by looking for.,Only the hero's golden finger can touch the croton in his arms.,As for why the hero has a croton hidden in his arms.,It must be used to rob the rich and help the poor.、hoe the strong and help the weak.,Is it still like me Lin Wan'er has a low level of thought.,Moral sentiment needs to be improved.,Used to trick people?

Zhao Jianchen didn't eat enough but drank enough, sat back in his seat, and didn't know where to start, so he could only sit aside, looking at the dishes with the color and fragrance of most of the plates left, sighing for a long time, sighing why his life was so bitter.

Lin Wan'er felt refreshed, laughed in her heart, stood up, and said: "Okay, it's not too early, it's time to rest, this girl, no, this noble status naturally has to sleep on the bed, you just sleep underground." Oh, there's no extra quilt yet, I'll go get some, you guys are waiting here. ”

With that, he pushed the door open and left.

Zhao Jianchen, who has always defined Lin Wan'er as "not like a good person", suddenly burst into gratitude, and forgot how unpalatable the salty food just now was: "It seems that we still underestimate Miss Wan'er, she is a good person, she knows that it is cold to sleep on the ground, and she is kind enough to fetch quilts for us." ”

The left and right worshippers also nodded: "Yes, yes, we have spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

The three of them boasted about Lin Wan'er, praised Lin Wan'er as a Mary Sue, and praised her as a female saint, but Lin Wan'er only entered the room with a quilt, and named her and said: "This is for sweet potatoes, you also know, Xiliang, is relatively poor, and I also took a big risk to get a quilt." ”

At night, the sweet potato lies on the ground, wrapped in a quilt, the heart is warm, and the sleep is particularly sweet.

Zhao Jianchen was even colder, his heart was even colder, he tossed and turned, and when he turned his head, he saw the old face of Zuo Xian, which was even more annoying.

Zhao Jianchen thinks that these two old men are the ugliest people in the world, if there are fairy fetuses and fairy spirits, he always thinks that Chen Nuonuo, who is fluttering and light-hearted, has a faint posture of an immortal, and everyone else lacks some heat, but if it comes to it, Zhao Jianchen still thinks that the noisy Xuan'er is more amiable.

Lin Wan'er became the great worship of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, she didn't see this matter as a great thing, and she didn't think that when she met any bad people or enemies that day, she would be able to scare off the other party by reporting the name of the big offering, and she didn't want the bad guys or enemies to let go of herself because they were afraid of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, so she would be suffocated to death.

She doesn't want others to be backers, but to make herself a big backer, one day someone goes to Shushan to provoke and report Lin Wan'er's name, and the provocative person sighs in his heart: "This Shushan will be destroyed if it is destroyed, but Lin Wan'er is not easy to mess with, weigh the pros and cons, for Lin Wan'er's sake, let's let the Shushan Sword Pavilion go." ”

A word came true, many years later, the third Xiliang King Xu Lin Baoyu led three thousand Tiefu Tu, with a hundred sky-bombing cannons to attack the Shushan Sword Pavilion, a hundred cannons fired in unison, blasting the Big Dipper Seven Star Array, and the muzzle of the cannon pointed directly at the Sword Pavilion's heavy land Sword Mountain.

At that time, the left and right worshippers who had already had white hair immediately walked forward, and hurriedly waved their hands and said: "The prince is slow, the prince is slow, your eldest sister Wan'er is my big worship in the Shushan Sword Pavilion, and in the final analysis, they are all a family." ”

Baoyu, who was leaning on the bombardment cannon and peeling oranges in one hand to eat, thought about it, and felt that what the two old men said was quite right, if the eldest sister was angry, the consequences would really not be something that he, the prince with the title of King Xiliang, could bear, but looking back, I was here to avenge the eldest sister. With a wave of his hand, he didn't use all the cannons, only thirty-six.

Taking advantage of Baoyu's thoughts, Zhao Jianchen and the sweet potato came quickly, arrived in time, and blocked all thirty-six thunderbolts in the middle of the day, and saved the Sword Pavilion. (To be continued......)