In the ninth year of Yuanhua, the end of the demon disaster of Jianyuan.

Recently, there have been rumors among the people that the male and female slash the evil two swords.

To say that there are really a lot of people who can't eat enough and are still thinking blindly, they envy the old heavenly master Zhang Cao who got the male sword, and they also have the dream of "finding the female sword and eating a bite of royal rice", and on the other hand, they are hiding from the military disaster, escaping from the demon disaster, and they are extremely hungry...... You can eat anything in your mouth.

"Let's just say that Liu Niang from the next village will have a baby with his man at this time...... Don't you want to eat two-legged sheep yet?" The man in yellow chewed on the tasteless grass roots, and after talking for a long time, he didn't see anyone next to him agree, so he pestled his arm over, "Hey, Huang Er, talk to you." ”

But the gray-clothed companion ignored him, and was singing a little song to himself, paying attention to the movement around him.

"The road is full of arrogance, and the pommel horse shines in the dust~"

It seems that the shadow of spring has not yet entered on the Huming Mountain, and the more you go up, the colder it gets, and it takes a long time to hear a weak birdsong. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled through the cracks in the branches on the ground on the dead branches and leaves, and only the grass crawled past and creaked all the way.

"By asking what it is, people are called ministers~"

"Can you be quieter," the man in yellow rubbed his arms, and said angrily, "I haven't even seen a living creature on this mountain, and the evil sect is very evil, and you are not afraid to sing the monsters." ”

The young man in the gray cloth robe smiled when he heard this, and let out a long string of white gas, and looked up at the sky, "There are monsters, it's good to say, I will definitely beat them back to the lair...... It's your wife and mother, go back and see you don't even catch a cricket~ I can't make you a 'spare fire'!"

The man in yellow wanted to sneer when he heard him say half a sentence, but he didn't want to talk to him more, so he quickened his pace and walked up the mountain.

Huang Lao Er felt bored, touched his nose, and felt that the mountain was a little colder, and he didn't find anything to eat in half an hour, so he was afraid that he would go home empty-handed.

He was about to lift his heels when he suddenly heard the sound of a dead branch breaking, which seemed to come from not far away.

It was dark and he couldn't see it very clearly, but he was sure it was a little living thing, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be in the bushes next to the crooked-necked tree, and it was crushing into a circle of dead grass.

The young man was overjoyed, and touched it lightly with bated breath, and looked at the withered grass - it was indeed a rabbit with its legs dying. The rabbit is thin and pitiful, with no two meats, but its hind legs are still vigorously kicking.

I guessed that he was bitten by some poisonous insect, and he held on until the end of the day, so he asked him to pick it up.

He took off his dusty coat and prepared to wrap the rabbit and hide it under the basket, afraid that if the boss of the Chen family saw it for a while, he would definitely have to tear off half of the skin.

Just as he was thinking, the back of his hand touched the hard object under the rabbit, and he withdrew his hand. He removed the rabbit and stooped down to make it carefully, first seeing a bumpy piece of what looked like copper, and then looking down to see that it was a sword, half of the body of the sword glowing with cold light was still not in the earth, about three feet long.

"I said Huang Erlang," Chen Da's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if he was walking this way, "What are you doing squatting there? There is nothing today, I think I should go back early!"

Huang shook his hand, quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, and wrapped the sword body with his coat. Somehow, I was shocked into a cold sweat.

"Well, there's a rabbit here, and I've just touched it, and it's dying. ”

Chen's eyes lit up, "You kid, you're lucky!"

"I also rely on my eldest brother to take care of me all the way...... Why don't we have half of the two of us?" Huang Erhan smiled, "It's good to have an explanation when you go back." ”

Chen Da couldn't help but be overjoyed, and praised the righteousness of Huang Jiaerlang. The young man took the opportunity to wrap the cloth back into the basket at will, and both of them went down the mountain in high spirits.

......

The people in the village feel that Huang Er seems to have fallen into a demon these days, nesting in his own firewood house all day long, and they don't know what he is tossing.

If it was in the past, Erlang refused to go out hunting for so many days, and Aunt Huang would definitely scold and make trouble. It's just that a few days ago, Aunt Huang was sick in bed for a long time and really couldn't stay up, and this Erlang didn't know if he couldn't stand the blow, and now he rarely goes out.

In the past, there were always children lying on tiptoe on the window of the firewood room, making up songs to make fun of Huang Er, laughing at the past when he worshiped Taiqing Mountain a few years ago, but was driven down the mountain because of his talent and stupidity, but today he is quiet.

I must have gone to the streets. I heard that the disciples of the Taiqing faction passed by and got rid of the two monsters that had been haunting the coast for a long time. When I went back to Shu County today, I was sent off by the people in the village.

The young man sat under the window of the firewood room and heard the sound of "rustling" outside.

In ancient times, women threw melons and fruits at the cart of their favorite men to express their gratitude, but now the poverty is a great drought, so they use grains instead.

It was the sound of rice grains falling on the carriage of Taiqing disciples.

He didn't know that his mother dragged his sick body to borrow food, but those families who gave his mother a closed door had such idle food, and he didn't know that those senior brothers who used to look at people from the corner of their eyes could talk and laugh with these civilians when they left the school.

Huang Er snorted in his nose and continued to wipe the copper-glowing hilt of his hand with a piece of cloth.

"Boast of going to the banquet in the army, and go like a cloud~"

There were some small characters engraved on the body of the sword, and every time Huang Er looked down, his eyes were as if they were foggy, so he had to continue to wipe them.

The sword was now his only love.

"Fruit Dongting orange, cut Tianchi scales~"

Humming a little tune, he picked up his sword again, and held it in both hands to take a closer look at it in the sunlight that had been thrown in from the window.

The sword body is sparkling silver, and there seems to be a flow of brilliance.

"What a baby. ”

If you don't look closely, the young man's eyes are also shining.