"I also know that your deal with him, although it is a little inappropriate to make a move on Ji Bai, but after all, it is a child's little fight, and he can't get on the stage, and he can't set off any waves, so it will go on as usual, you kid is responsible for your own profits and losses, and I don't mix this kind of sesame mung bean-sized. ”

"But before leaving, you have to go to the covered bridge with me, kowtow a few times, and then it's okay for you, come home with me, do what you have to do, sit in the chair you should sit, do your duty, it's as simple as that, do you understand?"

After saying this, the man didn't care about the boy's reaction, and turned his head to leave, but he heard the young man in the chair behind him speak slowly.

Lord Wei's words were not obscure, and the younger generation naturally understood. ”

Bai Jian paused, frowned slightly, and said, "It's just, why?"

In the face of Shiruma's rudeness, the man not only did not feel angry, but laughed.

He turned around and looked at the white-clothed young man on the old bamboo chair seriously for the first time, and asked: "The sissy surnamed Bai praised you for your outstanding talent and superhuman intelligence, and now that I look at it, this evaluation is really not afraid of flashing my tongue, you might as well guess it, why should I?"

If you look closely, you will find that there is a bit of resemblance and resemblance between the man and the white room.

Bai Ma's eyebrows were raised even higher, but he just kept holding back.

The man finally stopped selling Guan Zi and played with the taste: "Why? Of course, Ben Hou is a big unlucky bastard, and he will be your kid's uncle." ”

Bai Jian's heart was shocked, his face was slightly pale, and a wave of anger and chill came to his heart, and he said in his heart: It turns out that the ghost who held the heavy army at the beginning was you.

The white-robed man turned a blind eye to this, held the cyan jade belt with both hands, looked at the night sky with sparse moon stars, and said with a smile: "It is also based on the fact that this Hou is the Qinglong Divine Marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty and the head of the four great gods!"

Chapter 5: Hanging the Knife in the Ink Night

In fact, the man's words, in other words, are even more shocking.

It's just that he is a person who would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, and he feels that as long as he lives behind people, even if it is only one or two people, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The man thought of Shen Junning, the sage of the study building who was sitting here, the corners of his mouth were full of disdain, and he snorted coldly.

He thought about it.

If it weren't for being in this world, Lao Tzu would be able to kill the Eight Great Sects of your Shen Junning and others with a single sword.

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On the outskirts of the town, a bamboo forest of Xiangfei stands in the starlight, as delicate and moving as a young girl.

In front of the bamboo forest, there is a stream as clear as a jade belt.

There is an old bridge over the stream, which is old and quaint, but it is not broken.

Behind the ancient bridge, there is a forest path in the Xiangfei bamboo forest.

Walking along the sheep's intestine-like path, passing through the Xiangfei bamboo forest, after the willows and flowers are bright, you can see a school standing here.

The sound of reading aloud came from the school, echoing in the bamboo forest, on the ancient bridge, and among the streams.

A Confucian scholar in a green shirt was sitting in the thatched hut of the school, listening to the sound of the Mongolian children's books.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the silent recitation in someone's heart, the cloud was light, and he said with a smile: "The young man holds the sword to protect the queen mother, chops thousands of horses, worships the general, assists the god Wu to ascend the throne and becomes the emperor, and the waist is tied to the green dragon, amazing, amazing!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his words, shook his head and muttered to himself: "It's just a white dragon fish suit, it's not a good omen......"

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The supreme ruler of Great Qin is the Son of Shenwu and the Empress of Huayang.

Under the Shenwu Emperor and the Empress Huayang, they are two phases.

Under the two phases are the four gods of the highest ruling class of the military.

The Qinglong Divine Marquis is the head of the four great gods, and anyone who climbs this high branch means that he can step into the clouds in Great Qin and enter the sight of the two phases and even Emperor Shenwu and Empress Huayang.

In anyone's opinion, even if a small town boy like Bai Jian has some intelligence and arrogance, it is completely impossible to refuse the olive branch thrown to him by the dignified Qin Qinglong Divine Marquis.

Wei Ying thinks the same.

So, with his hands on his shoulders and his head held high with a smile on his face, he walked towards the outside of the small courtyard.

However, the white-clothed young man in this alley was not crushed by the four mountain-heavy names of the Qinglong Shenhou.

"I'm not going with you. Bai Jian lay on the old bamboo chair and said casually.

Wei Ying's tall back trembled slightly under the sparse starlight and the bright and bright moonlight, and he was shocked.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at the young man in white who was lying on the old bamboo chair with a lazy posture: "Do you know what kind of future you are rejecting?"

"I know. Bai Jian smiled slightly: "What I refuse is the favor from the Great Qin Qinglong Divine Marquis, and it is the thorny road that may lead to the throne of Great Qin." ”

The surprise in Wei Ying's eyes was even stronger, so much so that he asked a nonsense in disbelief: "Why?"

Bai Jian replied: "If I can't do what I want to do and cultivate the Tao I want to cultivate, even if I am made to be the Son of Heaven of Great Qin, the Dao Ancestor of the Zhongzhou Sect, the Buddha of Fangcun Mountain, and the Sword Venerable of Southwest Qingshan, I will not be happy." ”

Wei Ying realized something, and laughed slightly.

What kind of characters are the Dao Ancestors of the Zhongzhou School, the Son of Heaven of Great Qin, the Buddha of Fangcun Mountain, and the Sword Zun of Southwest Qingshan?

Every time others think of their names, they will have endless respect in their hearts.

Who in the world can say such a thing?

It's just the ignorant arrogant child.

"It's good for a person to be arrogant, but if he is too proud, he is arrogant and stupid!"

After reprimanding such a sentence in the tone of an elder, this incomparably noble Qinglong Divine Marquis of Great Qin calmed down and asked, "Do you know that the town is about to be shattered?"

Shiruma nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Wei Ying frowned a little displeased.

He didn't like Shiruma's calm and breezy expression.

This shouldn't be the state of mind that a twelve-year-old boy should have, and this kind of expression is very similar to that woman.

But for the sake of the world's plan, he still suppressed this trace of displeasure, and said calmly: "Since you know that the town is about to be broken, then you should also know that if you don't leave the town, the fate that awaits you is to die with the town, and if you want to leave the town, you can only leave by following the 'sword buyer', which is the rule of the town." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his words, his brows were slightly raised like a sword, and the pride of being in a high position and having supreme glory in his chest couldn't help but reveal it again: "And Ben Hou is your sword buyer!"

Salute first and then soldier, coercion and temptation are the best means for the superiors, and the incomparably noble Qinglong Divine Marquis of Great Qin is undoubtedly well versed in this.

Although he claims to be Shiruma's own uncle, he has always been just a familiar stranger, and he doesn't know Shiruma too well, so he still uses the wrong trick.

Bai Jian didn't eat this, he smiled slightly, and said, "Who said that I only have one sword buyer?"

Wei Ying's brows, which were about to stretch out, furrowed even more.

He doesn't like Shiruma's ignorance and arrogance.

But for a moment, he laughed sarcastically.

Because in the town, anyone can only have one sword buyer, and there will never be a second.

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Since the sword furnace was sealed, the craftsmen of the town have lost their main livelihood.

When night falls, most of the town's inhabitants have nothing to do.

The night was hazy, and under the shade of the few old locust trees in the town, the sparse starlight and the dim lights blended together, and it was overcrowded.

Nearly 100 people sat on the chairs and benches brought by their own families, and there were children pulling their elders over one after another to join in the fun.

The "storyteller" stood under the tree, holding a large white bowl with half a bowl of water in his left hand, and constantly gesturing in the air with a folding fan in his right hand, with an excited expression, just talking about the wonderful, and said loudly: "I just talked about the pattern of the Central Continent and the chaotic times of the Seven Heroes, and now I will talk about the immortal figure who assisted the Son of Shenwu to ascend the throne, led the rise of Great Qin, and destroyed the Six Kingdoms with a sword. ”

"Tsk, this is amazing, about hundreds of years ago, the Zhao clan of the Qin State produced a supreme genius, first in the Daqing Mountains to cultivate, and then left the sect to walk the world, with three feet of spirit in his hands, he can compete with the sun and the moon. ”

Later, by chance, that person met Shenwu in the Xuan Dynasty, rode a horse and traveled together, helped Shenwu return to Daqin to compete for the throne, and helped Shenwu lead Daqin to rise, sword the six countries, unify the Central Continent, and finally disappeared. ”

"Some people say that he went to the Outer Heaven of Yunmeng Mountain, a Dao Ancestor who is incomparable to the Dao Law, and sat under the immortal tree to discuss the Tao. ”

It is also said that he went to the Lingtai of Fangcun Mountain, under the Bodhi tree, and played the 300 spring and autumn chess games with the Buddha. ”

"Some people even say that he personally sits at the gate of the Demon Kingdom of Youdu to prevent the demons from going south and causing disaster to ......the world."

The "storyteller" said that the spit was flying all over the sky, but the people in the surrounding towns were indifferent, and everyone was at a loss.

Peach Blossom Town is a rural place, and there are few literate people, and this storyteller can be regarded as throwing real money to the blind man.

The townspeople around didn't even know that the three-foot spirit was a sword.

Not to mention the eight hundred sword immortals in the Southwest Sword Sect, the disciples of Yunmeng Mountain who can live for at least three hundred spring and autumn periods, and the legendary Youdu Demon Kingdom where only the dead can go.

And Tu Xin, who was digging in the soil and didn't know a single word, listened attentively and relished.

It was as if those pictures were right in front of his eyes, and he was fascinated.

Just as the ragged straw sandals boy listened with a fascinated face.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and the few old locust trees in the town shook slightly, making a "rustling" sound.

Obviously it is the cold winter of the lunar month, but these old locust trees are like those strange peach blossoms in the town, lush, and the locust leaves are so green that they seem to drip oil.

In the breeze, a locust leaf fell and floated on Tu Xin's shoulder.

The young man didn't realize it, as if his mind was still immersed in the ethereal story of the "storyteller".

And the gaze of the "storyteller" fell on the young man's body again intentionally or unintentionally, and swept over the locust leaf on his shoulder many times, shining and extremely hot.

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As the night deepened, the Blue Dragon God Marquis Wei Ying left the small courtyard.

Xiaobai walked out of the side room, closed the courtyard door, and lit the candlelight.

When the dim light illuminated the inner room, Shiruma finally got up from the old bamboo chair and walked inside.

Xiaobai was busy, and just after lighting the candlelight, he moved the old bamboo chair in, so as not to find a comfortable place to lie in the white room.

Shiruma walked to the wall by the window and looked at the huge wall painting in silence.

His expression was solemn, and finally his gaze fell on the corner of the wall painting, and his gaze was slightly cold.

However, he knew he couldn't do anything right now but wait.

The night breeze is slightly cold, and the white clothes are fluttering.

After Xiaobai moved the old bamboo chair in, he came to Shirama's side and stood side by side with Shira.

She remembered the conversation between Wei Ying and Bai Jian in the courtyard just now, as if she had seen the picture of the town being broken and the townspeople dying tragically, her little face turned pale, and she asked with great concern: "Childe, do we really have two 'sword buyers'?"

When Bai Jian heard this, he didn't blame Xiao Bai for eavesdropping on his conversation with Wei Ying.

The side house where Xiaobai lives is on the right side of the white room, not only adjacent to the stove room, but also open the door and cross a simple threshold to come to the courtyard, which is extremely convenient.

When someone was talking in the courtyard, she was in the middle of the house, but she wanted not to hear it, unless she covered her ears or made herself deaf in both ears.

Over the years, every time Bai Jian and others talked in the small courtyard, Xiao Bai heard it clearly.

And Shiruma acquiesced to all this.

If the person who knows Shiruma best in this world is not his biological parents.

It's not his uncle, who is a stranger.

Not even the mysterious old man who taught him a Spring and Autumn swordsmanship.

It's Xiaobai, who accompanies him day and night.

Bai Jian retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at Xiao Bai's increasingly bright and moving face, and said seriously: "It's not us, but I have two 'sword buyers'." ”

"Oh. Xiaobai's expression eased slightly, and the worry on her face gradually faded, but it was only for a moment, and these emotions occupied her little face that was slightly red in the night wind.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Childe, what if I don't have a 'sword buyer'?"

In fact, she had already asked this question to Shiruma once, and the reason why she asked it again was because she was uneasy.

Bai Jian smiled slightly, touched Xiao Bai's head dotingly, and said softly: "You are the personal disciple of the Dao Ancestor of Yunmeng Mountain, how can there be no 'sword buyer'?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his words, stroked the hand on the top of Xiaobai's head a little harder, and a gentle smile like a spring breeze appeared on the corner of his lips: "Even if you don't have a 'sword buyer', I will take you out of town and send you to Yunmeng Mountain." ”

Xiaobai said: "But Yunmeng Mountain, it's far away. ”

Bai Jian said with a serious face: "No matter how far Yunmeng Mountain is, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles, no matter how far away, I will send you back, don't worry." ”

When Xiaobai heard this, he felt a thick warm current flowing through his heart, and he let out a heavy "um" and smiled.

She raised her head and looked at Shiruma's delicate and fair face, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars were filled with tears.

The stars and moon sprinkled from the window, the dim candlelight danced with the night wind, and the maidservant girl in a white dress was like a budding flower.

When the flowers bloom, the country will be captivated.

The night breeze is coming, and the white clothes are fluttering.