Under the pleading of the poor young man named "Tu Xin", this errand finally fell on his head, and he could barely eat.

There wasn't much contact between the town and outsiders.

It stands to reason that now that the cash cow of "making swords by order" has fallen, there are even fewer new faces.

But today, outside the fence of the east city gate, there are many people waiting to open the city gate, no less than thirty or forty people, men, women, and children.

This is the first time that this town has welcomed so many outsiders.

The local people in the town rarely go to the east gate when they go in and out, whether they go to the sword furnace or do crop work.

The reason is simple, the road at the east gate of the town stretches out, and there is neither a sword furnace nor a crop field.

At this time, Tu Xin was wearing self-made straw sandals, patched and worn clothes, and trousers, and looked at the strangers across a wooden fence.

At that moment, the skinny boy was not looking forward to having his own "sword buyer" among these strange faces, who could take him out of the town and get ahead.

It's just a little envious, those outsiders, the thick clothes on their bodies, must be very warm and can withstand the cold.

The people outside the door were obviously divided into several groups, not a group of people, but they all looked at Tu Xin inside the door, most of them looked indifferent, and occasionally there were one or two people, their eyes had already passed the back of the young man and looked farther into the town.

There was a young man in a big red robe and a high crown on his head, with a slender figure and a small pure blue sword hanging from his waist, like a pool of blue condensed in it.

He seemed to be waiting impatiently, and walked out of the crowd alone, trying to push open the unlocked wooden fence gate.

It's just that when his fingers touched the wooden door, he suddenly stopped, slowly withdrew his hand, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Tu Xin inside the door with a smile, and didn't speak, just laughed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with messy hair suddenly pushed open the door, scolded Tu Xin and said, "Little bastard, is it in the eyes of the money? Come to be a life-urging ghost so early, and rush to reincarnate to see the dead ghost father? Can you have a little ambition not to bend your waist for five buckets of rice?"

The middle-aged bachelor surnamed Nie who scolded him was himself an object that was often teased and joked about by the people of the town.

Especially those bold and spicy women, not to mention scolding him, there are many people who beat him.

In addition, this person is very fond of bragging with children wearing open crotch pants, saying that Lao Tzu was in Great Korea back then, and one person entered the Korean capital with a sword, and killed Han Xiang in front of the palace with a white rainbow through the sun, and retreated.

Of course, no one believed these words.

But Bai Jian has a lot of respect for the middle-aged bachelor surnamed Nie, as if everything he said is true.

In the face of the man's abuse, Tu Xin just rolled his eyes, and he was not angry with the middle-aged man.

For one, there are few books in the town, and there is only one private school, which is a rural place with shallow culture.

Second, people like him who are like rootless duckweed and catkins don't know how much abuse they have to go through throughout the year.

If you are annoyed by someone who scolds you for a few words, you can simply go to the wide peach blossom well in the town and jump down, saving you worry and trouble.

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The middle-aged bachelor surnamed Nie said angrily to Tu Xin: "Your little, I'll talk about it later." ”

No one in the town took this guy seriously.

But when outsiders enter the town, men hold the power of life and death.

As he walked towards the wooden fence, he reached out and pulled out his crotch, and his movements were extremely obscene.

This man surnamed Nie, who had his back to Tu Xin, after opening the East City Gate, collected a small embroidered bag from someone from time to time, put it into his cuffs, and then let him go one by one.

And these embroidered bags are exactly the same as the money bag that the young man in brocade with yin and yang eyes threw to Bai Jian at the beginning.

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From the east gate of the city all the way to the west, if you want to enter the town, Xuanyuan Lane is the only place to pass.

The sun after snow is not warm, but it will be comfortable to bathe in people.

Xiaobai and Shiruma have been together for many years, as long as Shiruma has a look, Xiaobai will know Shiruma's mind.

So when Bai Jian glanced at the old bamboo chair in the courtyard and came to the threshold outside the courtyard gate, Xiao Bai understood and moved the old bamboo chair over.

Shiruma lay on the bamboo chair, bathed in the sun, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Xiaobai didn't stop there, she went to the stove room to pick up a small stove that was not very good-looking, and began to make tea on the fire.

Gradually, the delicate forehead of the maid in the white dress began to appear small beads of sweat.

Just one glance at it will give rise to a feeling of love.

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Those outsiders passed through Xuanyuan Lane and were roughly divided into eight batches.

Occasionally, someone looked at Bai Jian lying on the old bamboo chair, still indifferent.

But most people's eyes still stayed more on the back of the white room, the sword box wrapped in cloud brocade in Shuzhong, and the white-skirted maid who was making a fire and boiling tea.

But no one stopped.

Except for the young man with a high crown on his head, a red robe, and a blue sword hanging from his waist.

Just like when he looked at his neighbor Tu Xin through the wooden fence, he just laughed and didn't speak.

Xiaobai boiled the tea, poured a cup, and then brought it to the old bamboo chair and served it with both hands.

Bai Jian opened his eyes, took the cup of hot tea steaming with white mist, and then looked at the red-robed youth.

The smile on the face of the red-robed young man deepened, like a spring breeze in March, and in a trance, the ice and snow at the corners of the eaves melted a little.

Unlike the children lying at the door looking at the strangers with curious eyes, the young man in white in front of him was a little too indifferent.

The young man asked, "Do you know that there are some people in this world who are very different from you?"

Shiruma nodded and said, "I know." ”

The young man with a high crown and a fine roof was stunned when he heard this.

Bai Jian's answer was a little different from what he expected, but he was afraid that the young man in white in this alley was talking nonsense.

So, he asked a little uneasily, "Do you really know?"

Shiruma took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, only to feel the warmth sweeping over his body, revealing an extremely comfortable smile and slowly opening his mouth.

Chapter 3: The Name of the World

Bai Jian took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, and slowly replied: "Do you want to say that they can't be bound by heaven and earth, and ten thousand laws can't be restrained, picking the stars and moon with their bare hands, crossing the rivers and seas with a sword, ignoring life and death for a hundred years, climbing the peak, sitting on the clouds, and the Tao is boundless?"

The young man in brocade clothes who heard the answer suddenly looked solemn, tidied up his clothes slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and said solemnly: "In Zhao Hui, the son of the eldest princess of Xia Daqin, we can be regarded as half a Taoist friend. ”

"Shiruma. ”

Bai Jian said calmly: "Black and white white, between the world." ”

Zhao Hui smiled: "What a domineering name." ”

In the name of the world, how not to be overbearing?

Bai Jian ignored his praise and said straight to the point: "Since I can answer your question, I naturally know how heavy the weight of the son of the eldest princess of Great Qin is outside, but I still can't have any emotions and the slightest interest, so it shows that this kind of weight is still not enough for me to be moved." ”

Zhao Hui couldn't deny it: "The sword behind you is very good, and you can know these things, as well as judging from the various performances of your conversation with me, it shows that your 'sword buyer' has a lot of weight." ”

"In that case, let's come to the courtyard and talk!"

Bai Jian turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hui, slowly got up from the old bamboo chair, handed the cup of tea that was gradually cooling in his hand to Xiao Bai who was standing aside, and then turned around and led Zhao Hui into the small courtyard that was too poor compared to the mansion compound.

The pale golden sunlight fell on the crystal white snow at the corners of the surrounding eaves, but lined the simple courtyard with brilliance.

Xiaobai was extremely smart and delicate, so he moved the old bamboo chair with excellent handiwork and texture, and then closed the courtyard door.

Walking into the courtyard, Shiruma stopped and said, "Everyone understands people, so when we wait for the offer, we should offer a fair price." ”

Zhao Hui thought about it seriously and asked, "Equivalent exchange, none of us will suffer, how about it?"

Shiruma nodded and complimented, "It's always not hard to talk to smart people." ”

Zhao Hui didn't care about the condescending of the young man in white, whether it was his position or the arrogant tone of his speech.

It is different from the humble ants who regard the straw sandal boy as a humble ant.

Zhao Hui is not only close to Bai Jian, but also always in awe of the area of Xuanyuan Lane, and he can't tell the truth.

Besides, with Zhao Hui's family background and experience, how could he not know how extraordinary the sword behind Bai Jian was.

What's more, in his conversation with Bai Jian, he found that Bai Jian's conversation was very different from this rural place like Peach Blossom Town.

Extraordinary sword, extraordinary person, so Zhao Hui is indeed regarded the white-clothed young man in front of him as a fellow practitioner.

The avenue leads to the sky, I don't know tens of thousands of miles, the more you move forward, the difference between high and low status, the difference between men and women, and the age, are all false and meaningless.

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Zhao Hui raised his hand, pointed to the sword box that Bai Jian was carrying, and asked bluntly: "This sword, is it for sale?"

"Not for sale. Shiruma shook his head categorically and said, "However, I have an umbrella that I can sell to you." ”

Zhao Hui's eyes lit up suddenly, but he was also a little hesitant: "What kind of umbrella?"

"Wait a minute. As he spoke, he entered the back room, and after a while, he walked out with a snow-white umbrella.

In the pale golden sunlight, he opened the umbrella, and it was like a huge white lotus blooming in the air.

A landscape painting was presented in front of Zhao Hui and Xiaobai.

Xiaobai has looked at this umbrella for many years, and he has long been unconscious, but Zhao Hui feels that his eyes are full of amazement.

The mountains are like dragons, the water is like dragons, and the clouds are like dragons.

The four ink-colored characters on the umbrella are "Mountains and rivers are free", but they are also pen dragons and snakes.

Zhao Hui finally couldn't help it, and applauded: "Good umbrella!"

Bai Jian smiled slightly and handed the white umbrella to Zhao Hui.

Zhao Hui took the white umbrella, then closed it, and began to look carefully, as if admiring the graceful body of a beautiful woman in a fallen city, and never got tired of looking at it.

Looking, rubbing, and breathing, so repeatedly, Zhao Hui tossed and turned for half an hour, and couldn't put it down.

There are always people or things that will make people fall in love at first sight and make their hearts happy.

For the son of the eldest princess of Daqin, Zhao Hui, who is above the top, this landscape umbrella is exactly like this.

Bai Jian returned to the old bamboo chair, changed to a more comfortable lying position, and asked, "Since you have already seen the things Zhao Gongzi, should we talk about the price?"

Zhao Hui reluctantly returned the landscape umbrella to Xiaobai, who had been waiting for a long time, and said with a smile: "What is the sincerity of the next one, the Bai brothers must know it, otherwise I will never show my fanatical love for this umbrella and my ambition to win." ”

In this way, in order to avoid the two sides asking for prices and bargaining, wasting time and hurting brotherhood. ”

"Brother Baijian, I, Zhao Hui, regard you as a confidant on the road of cultivation, and I hope you will be the same, whether you can rely on each other in the future, or even entrust life and death, depends on our first step today, whether we are down-to-earth or not. ”

Bai Jian looked at this high-crowned son with a sincere expression calmly, and pointed at Sang and scolded Huai: "I am a very vulgar person, afraid of death and love money, of course, many friends and many roads." It's just that when everyone sits down to talk about business, if someone tells me about brotherhood, I will inevitably ask myself in my heart, will such a number one person need him to talk about brotherhood in the future, he is actually making a small calculation in his heart and doing business?"

Zhao Hui's face turned cold, covered with a layer of frost, and a finger gently tapped the small sword on his waist, like a puddle of blue water in it, his movements were soft and silent.

Regarding the change in Zhao Hui's attitude, Bai Jian seemed to be unaware: "Inviting you into the house, being honest that I know about the things outside, admitting that I am a 'sword buyer' is very heavy, and taking out this umbrella for you to see, is my greatest sincerity." ”

"Everyone is a manly man, since they all want to make a deal, then simply make a deal, you make a price, I nod or shake my head, I will give you two chances to bid, after two times, then I'm sorry, even if you give me the whole world, I won't sell it." ”

Listening to Bai Jian's crisp and neat words, the frost on Zhao Hui's face faded away, revealing a very sincere smile: "This waist sword, called 'Hantan Sword', although it is not as good as the one behind you, but in the outside world, it can also be regarded as good, and it is of great benefit to people who are good at water, or things with good water." ”

He untied the small blue sword hanging from his waist, put it on the table, and took out an embroidered bag from his sleeve and put it on the table, pushed it to the white room with his palm, and said solemnly: "My bag of Qin coins, called 'Tianzi money', is one of the many incense money in the world, generally used in temples and pavilions, dedicated to the gods in the sky, these coins that look like gold are far more valuable than gold 'gold essence'." ”

"Shangxian Zhenren once said, 'The water is blue or can be harvested, and the gold essence is secret', which means this thing. ”

"This bag of gold essence 'Tianzi money', as the money to buy an umbrella, it is difficult to say that it is more than enough, after all, it is a fair price, if you add the Bitan sword, I Zhao Hui dare to say, you are definitely earned." ”

After saying these "heartfelt" words, Zhao Hui waited for a reply.

Bai Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you done?"