Qing Xian suddenly stepped forward, and the rain in his hand returned to the rain, and the flood-like knife momentum enveloped Sikong Xi in an instant. Sikong Xi raised the rusty sword in panic and laid it across his chest jerky.

The sound of the hunting wind cutting through the air was like a very loud muffled thunder in his ears, only to see Qing idle and swept the knife again, the handle of the knife twisted in vain, and the rusty sword that swept off with the rapid vibration of the blade fell to the ground with a "clang".

Sikong Xi didn't have time to withdraw his hand, and suddenly sat on the ground with his butt, as if he had escaped death. But he sat on the ground, his hands still holding on to the rusty sword, still trying to resist. In that short moment, he suddenly felt that he had some special connection with the rusty sword in his hand, as if he had known each other for a long time, and the old man had returned.

Qing's idle and unused knife momentum was suddenly stopped, and there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes, and he quickly covered it down.

"That knife is important to me." Sikong Xi said in a low voice, as if he was pleading for him.

"Every knife has a story to tell, and it cannot be easily separated from its owner." Qing's idle voice was very soft, "The same goes for the famous sword Shen Jun. ”

"The story? It's the Governor......" Sikong Xi muttered in a low voice.

"No, I'm talking about you." Qing responded to Sikong Xi in a loud voice, startling him.

"Me? I've only been using this knife for a few months! Where there is a story! Sikong Xi gripped the rusty sword tightly, and the warm jade feeling slowly emerged again, lingering in his hand like a thin wind.

It's hard to believe, but this rusty, almost broken iron sword is truly like holding a fine nephrite.

"Everyone chased the deer and fought in the wilderness. The latter one won the deer, and everyone stopped fighting, and the world was established. Qing said to himself, and walked around the house again, speaking like a Puritans from the South.

"It is time for the man who has stopped to be born......

Qing Xian finally stood in front of Sikong Xi, handed the rain to him, his eyebrows relaxed, as if he was an old friend, "You should be the one who stopped fighting...... My friend. ”

"This sword is useless, I don't want it!" Sikong Xi was stunned for a moment, hurriedly snatched the knife handed over by Qing Xian, and kicked Shen Jun under his feet to the side, "What kind of person is stopping the fight...... I can't even save myself. ”

He hurried to the door, trying to get out of here as soon as possible, but his hand that had been raised in the air was just about to pull the deadbolt on the door, and it retracted sharply, like a thorn in his back.

"Shen Jun is already in your possession, so it will be more than just a sentence that can not be lifted." Qing reached out and broke Sikong Xi back, carefully holding the rusty sword in his hand.

Sikong Xi wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but he couldn't say anything. Those solemn eyes did not seem to be deceiving, but like a close friend giving away his most precious treasure, which made him forget the anger and confusion he should have. Blankly, he took the rusty sword again, a piece of rusted iron that seemed to have been thrown into the sea for an unknown amount of time.

"Sikong Xi," Qing casually looked at Sikong Xi's figure and smiled to himself, "There will be a ...... that day."

Sikong Xi stiffened and went to open the wooden door, holding the rusty sword tightly in his other hand. This time, the wooden door did not have a huge barrier, and it was easily pushed open by him. It's just that he wonders why he can't resist as if he is being manipulated.

At this time, the sky had cleared, and the darkness just now seemed to have never happened, and the hustle and bustle outside was even more noisy than before. As soon as Sikong Xi stepped out of the door, he was stunned by the sound of an argument in a stall next to him. His consciousness turned back and forth, as if he had survived the catastrophe.

"You demagogue, those ...... just now It's all illusions, right? He insisted on turning his head, his face gloomy.

"Of course," the young man who did not belong to Lu Zhou said in an extremely indifferent tone, and the feeling of sparseness was more than usual, "but that's not all. ”

"All? If it's all...... Do I have any life left? Sikong Xi's eyes glanced at the sloppy buns on the ground that had been trampled on by pedestrians, and turned around and left here.

"Of course, how could I be willing to kill you, my friend." Qing waved her hand casually and stopped smiling. He quietly looked at the person who left, and the slightly immature back seemed to have a lot of growth.

Sikong Xi also thought about the reason, but he didn't understand, why did this person give away a rusty iron sword, just to want his own money? Obviously not, no one who can use the Northern Regions Continent's Soul Casting Secret Technique will put this few gold bahts in their eyes, and their vision probably can't even move Emperor Yue's treasure of the town.

He looked at the rusty sword in his hand again, it was indeed a black sword with uneven blades, pieces of rust printed on it, and the rolled blade seemed to have killed countless enemies. Other than that, nothing seems to be special. It's just that something in this sword seems to be about to roar out, a roaring beast.

Qing's idle words still seemed to be echoing in his ears, could it be that this terrifying low roar was this rusty sword, Shen Jun's soul? But how can a waste sword have a soul? Sikong Xi gently waved the rusty sword, and there seemed to be a clear sound on it, and the edge of the ancient sword did not seem to come from the blade, but ...... Kenshin.

He took the ancient sword under his armpit, and since it was given away for nothing, how could there be a reason to abandon it? This is very much in line with his inferiority of calling Hanako, and the other scruples are just that the trick of bewitchment has not yet faded away. Sikong Xi turned around slightly, and wanted to find the bun shop, but there was nothing, he had been away from Yuru Street for a long time.

……

Qing leisurely pulled up the brass ring of the wooden door and fastened the key in his hand to it.

A middle-aged man slowly walked out of his side, and the man's steps were sluggish with unknown meaning, as if he had lost his soul. His eyes were sloppy, and he was driven by Ren Qing's idleness.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qing looked at the man who knelt down with a "plop" in front of him, put his hand on his head, and murmured a low moan in his mouth.

After a short moment, the man suddenly stood up and walked to the bun shop. And Qing Xian also left here with a small bag of luggage.

"Could it be...... You're just gone? An extremely deep voice sounded, and the fluttering flag on the bun shop suddenly stood still, and there was an additional person under it who had been draped in a big hat, an old man who had bought steamed buns with a cane before.

At this time, the noisy crowd around seemed to be driven away by an inexplicable force, and the world of the bun shop became a completely uninhabited place.

"Shen Jun has confessed to the master, and my mission is over," Qing clapped his hands casually and smiled pleasantly. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the old man, as if he was spying on the hostility.

"That's not your mission," the eagle-like eyes of the old man stared at him, "Shen Jun shouldn't be here." ”

"Shouldn't it be here? Who do you think you are, old man? Trying to disobey me? Or," Qing's idle eyes turned cold suddenly, "are you questioning my decision?" ”

"It's not a question, it's an order!"

"Whose command is an order? Are you? Are you worthy? Qing leisurely stroked the sleek jade piece in his hand, and there was a light reflected on it, and the faint and shallow appearance appeared, "I am a gambler, once I go to gamble, I will never stop until I lose the whole game." ”

"Ridiculous! Shen Jun is the treasure of the clan, how can you be allowed to come here? The old man slammed his cane on the bluestone floor, shattering the cracks.

"But which of you old things can leave my skills? Shen Jun won't hand it over to me for safekeeping, I'm afraid that you will never want to fulfill your long-cherished wish! Qing sneered casually, "What's more, stupid people, it's not just you ......"

"You!" The old man stared, but he couldn't say a word.

"Huh...... Old fellow, don't worry. I, Qing Changyi, am in this North Continent, but I can also be regarded as a god gambler, my quasi-head...... You can't go wrong. ”

"Crazy...... Lose your marbles! It's all crazy! You're a lunatic! You give Shen Jun to that stinky kid, what can he do!? Is it just an iron rod to use as a firewood with that artifact? Your ignorance and arrogance will eventually kill everyone in the Indians! ”

"No, you're wrong. Usually the gambling game that I run will only go against the odds. Qing smiled silently, and the jade piece in his hand was flipped over again, revealing a few runes printed with gold, "The things of the Yin clan, take them back!" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then took the jade piece with both hands in embarrassment. The Yuzhou rune printed on the jade piece was personally given by the Heavenly Master of the Yin Clan, and if he is as noble as him, he should also be flattered.

"Since then, I have nothing to do with the Indians." Qing turned around and left, a little more lonely in his words.

"Shen Jun can't do what you want, no one can protect himself in this troubled world, not even the ancestor, he can't ......"

"But this continent has ...... Don't have the surname Yong. ”

Qing left here idly, took nothing, everything here did not belong to him. The Shen Jun that was temporarily kept on behalf of Sikong Xi was also given to Sikong Xi, and it must be said that he was destitute.

It's just that the rhythm that is extremely inconsistent with the human heart, what is it? Even his voyeuristic heart could not snoop into it, and it jumped amazingly like a drum, as if it was about to jump out of the chest! It's like a wild beast.

He glanced at the old man behind him again, and instead of catching up, he was still in place. But that's also fast, and the pursuers of Yuzhou will soon find him again. Without the jade tablets given by the Heavenly Master, he is already a powerless waste.

Thinking about Fang Cai's affairs still surprised him a little. The fact that Shen Jun, who weighed more than forty catties, was able to be easily lifted by Sikong Xi, which was enough to show Shen Jun's recognition of him. From this point of view, my long wait was not in vain.

Qing leisurely swept the bag of gold baht in his hand and smiled to himself.

"If I have already said that I will receive money, how can I forget?" He muttered, "Boy, you earned it from Ben Gongzi......