"Xiaoxiao, where are you?"

A middle-aged man in the mountain road searched for a long time along the way, and finally found his little daughter among the flowers.

"Oh roar, drive!" The little girl had a round face and held a serpentine dagger in her hand.

The short sword was pitch black and unusually ugly.

"Xiaoxiao, you went there to get such a thing, throw it away." The man approached impatiently.

If he knew that his daughter had exchanged a thousand Heavenly Dao coins for such a thing, he was afraid that a mouthful of old blood would spit it out.

Thankfully, he hadn't found out when his daughter stole the money.

When he saw the short sword in her hand, his heart flashed with a strange look.

This little daughter of my own family is less than four years old, she can actually pick it up and play, and she can be so dexterous, I don't know how light this sword should be?

Sure enough, when he got it in his hand, he only felt that the short sword was as light as nothing.

The man sighed lightly, "The workmanship of this sword, my mother sells it, is it the fairy sword in Jingyun Sect?!" ”

……

Several bright figures streaked across the sky, like shooting stars, dragging their long tails.

The wind was loud, blowing the sleeves of several people in the sky.

The person at the front had blood on his face, thinking that he was seriously injured, and he was also a little unstable when he was flying.

There were three figures falling behind him, like shadows, and maggots of tarsal bones followed him closely.

One of them was extremely fast, he was already within his ten zhang range, his eyes were sharp, he used his fingers as a sword, and pinched a sword trick.

"Ye Zhao, you can't escape!"

As soon as his words fell, the wind condensed into a trick, and a wind mark was drawn, and it came with an incomparable momentum.

Ye Zhao let out a muffled snort, unable to dodge, and his back was scratched by the wind marks, breaking a narrow wound.

As soon as his body fell, he fell from the clouds with a sword.

The three people in the back looked at each other and smiled, and it seemed that it was a successful blow.

Hurriedly drove the sword down and fell into the mountains and forests.

The forests in the mountains are deep and woody, and there is a pool of blood stains left on the ground, but Ye Zhao is nowhere to be seen.

The leader slowly glanced around and shouted, "Ye Zhao! It is really an unforgivable sin for you to steal the shadowless sword technique in my door, if you are willing to hand it over, I can spare your life! ”

There was no sound in the forest except for the song of insects and birds.

"See how long you can hide!"

That being said, as soon as a few people landed, they immediately realized that the situation was not right.

I saw a figure in the forest flashing.

Immediately, one of them fell.

The man's corpse was divided into two, and there was a narrow sword mark on his neck, which showed that the swordsman's swordsmanship was extremely powerful.

The man at the head whispered, "Not good, Zhongji!" ”

He suddenly remembered the brilliance of the Shadowless Sword Technique, in addition to concealing his body, his speed was also terrifying, especially in this narrow place where the forest was deep and dense, it was like falling into the palm of the opponent's hand.

He and the other person looked at each other, comprehended, and quickly flew the sword, but it was too late.

There was no sword light, and two muffled sounds came from the air.

Two figures fell.

When they reached the ground, they were already cut in two.

……

Being able to sell a sword, having completed a perfect breakthrough from zero to one, Emiya was in a good mood, and after running the remaining few "customers", he flew back.

When Emiya returned home, he was taken aback.

There was a man lying in the doorway.

If you want to say that this era is worse than modern times, it is that the social security is not stable enough, and in this world, it is common to compare swords.

This is an era when mortality rates are higher than birth rates.

There is also a strict hierarchy, which makes people breathless.

If there is any advantage of this era, it is that as a hero, you can be happy here.

It's a pity that Wei Gong is not a hero, he still wants to live a stable and happy life.

He walked over tremblingly, trying to move him out of the way.

Wei Gong looked at the man on the ground with a disgusted expression, only to see that his face was covered with blood, and there was a pool of blood under his body, which had become viscous.

With this amount of bleeding, not dying is a miracle.

"Dude, don't die at my doorstep, okay?"

He took a look, his hands interlaced, and he performed a tornado.

I saw the man's body fluttering lightly and flying into the air.

If you want to say that you won't order sword spells or anything in this era, one is that it is not safe, the second is inconvenient, and the third is that you will be laughed at by people.

Wei Gong's body, long before he crossed over, had already known a lot of sword immortal moves.

According to the detection of the system, he was actually a master of the ninth level of forgetfulness.

There was even a time when Wei Gong considered changing careers to become a sword immortal, instead of guarding a rotten blacksmith shop here.

……

The man flew in a circle in the air, and was about to be driven into the distance by him, when he suddenly raised his hand and let out a muffled snort.

"Don't ...... Save me! ”

Wei Gong was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, "Big brother, do you want to save you, or don't you want to save you?" ”

"Help, save me......"

"Okay, let's take you to the hospital."

"What...... ......"

"Find a doctor."

……

It took some time for the man's wound to be stitched up, and it was later discovered that it did not hurt his internal organs, but only that he had lost too much blood.

With a little more blood transfusion, the man got a little better.

Emiya looked at the doctor who came out of it and asked him in a low voice.

"Doctor, why don't I forge a scalpel for you?"

"What?"

"How inconvenient it is for you to cut through the human body, isn't it more convenient to create a knife that you can use in your hand?"

"Hmm...... You do have some truth in that. The doctor raised his head and thought for a while, then made up his mind and said, "It seems that tomorrow we have to apply for a fund to find the Heavenly Hand Oven Gong Zhiyu to make us a batch of knives suitable for healing." ”

“……”

"By the way, don't forget to pay for your medical bills."

"Damn, why me?"

……

"Sure enough, the Virgin didn't end well." After Wei Gong settled the account, his heart hurt to death.

The 1,000 yuan I earned today is gone, and I still put 500 yuan upside down.

He glanced back at the sick man and thought to himself, having done a good job, it was time to go home and sleep.

Who knew that he was about to leave, but he grabbed him.

The doctor came over and glanced at them, "I won't take him in here, unless you pay for the accommodation." ”

“……”

Isn't this a living touch of porcelain?

Wei Gong screamed bitterly in his heart, more bitter than bitter gourd.

It would have been better to know that it would have been better than the result, and he would have forgotten it, and there would have been a lot less trouble.

……

Emiya used a wind control technique to bring the two of them home.

"When you can walk, remember to go home by yourself."

"I'll pay you back."

"That's a must."

"I'll work for you."

"What?!" Wei Gong sat up from the bed, "I can't support myself alone, so don't make trouble for me." ”

……

Three days later.

"Sell swords, great swords, come and buy them!"

A big man, with a naked body, stretched out at the door of the blacksmith's shop, full of muscles, looking shiny in the sun.

Wei Gong looked at this fool and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

No, no, no, no.

Whatever you say, you have to get him tonight, otherwise this animal will have to eat me poor.

And how could this bastard sell a sword?

……

"Wei Gong, it turns out that you didn't go to the business?"

When he was secretly distracted, he saw a young man outside.

This person is about the same age as him, and he is also a swordsmith who fights the streets, and the two of them can be regarded as half a catty and eight taels.

So there are usually some intersections.

"Luo Didong, aren't you the same? Why don't you go to business, accept your fate, and close your door? ”

When Wei Gong called him by name, he would always want to sing inexplicably.

I don't know what his father thinks, and he gave such a catchy and rhythmic name.

"Hee-hee." He approached, smiled weirdly, and beckoned to him, "Tell you, I've made a big deal!" ”

"What the hell?"

"I sold two swords and made more than a thousand dollars."

"Really?!"

Wei Gong stood up suddenly, and this time he was a little unbalanced.

What about the ones who said they would hit the street together?

"Shhhh ”

……