Walking all the way towards the inner mansion of Qinglong City, the streets are bustling, and players and NPCs are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell the difference.

So, along the way, there was no hope in their eyes, like the old man and woman who pressed all their net worth and life on the gambling table, and there was no group of fanatical young guards who ran on the street at the beginning.

On the streets, people who don't know whether they are players or NPCs, dressed in ancient costumes, hanging swords from their waists, or in groups of threes and twos, calling friends and companions, or alone, fighting swords and singing.

Xiao Ming was slightly in a trance, but quickly came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled.

After the tea time, Xiao Ming raised his head, the inner mansion had arrived, everything was as before, the two guards standing in front of the door looked at him, as if they recognized Xiao Ming's appearance, and seemed to be a little shocked and puzzled by the nephew of the city lord and the countryside who had always been willing to show only two nostrils on weekdays, but today his face was suddenly calm.

Xiao Ming hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled at the two guards.

The two guards finally came out of their shock, trotted forward, bent down and saluted, and asked tentatively, "Brother you?" ”

Xiao Ming smiled and nodded, "Lead the way." ”

The two guards heard the familiar voice, and finally determined that the person who came was indeed the country nephew of the city lord, and wanted to pat a few words of sycophants and offer a few words from the bottom of their hearts, but they saw that this country nephew, who had suddenly changed his temperament for some reason, had already walked to the mansion on his own, and the two guards had to hurriedly follow.

Walking through the front yard that is still somewhat familiar, and walking into the hall that is not unfamiliar, on a table, there is a pot of wine, two wine glasses that have been filled with wine, a middle-aged man in a green dragon robe, sitting in front of a wine glass, seeing Xiao Ming, he didn't get up, just raised his head and smiled slightly, in that smile, it seems that the person who has been waiting for a long time finally saw what he was waiting for.

The guard saluted and retreated, and Xiao Ming met the gaze and strode towards the wine glass that had already been laid out for him, his face full of calm.

The two sat down, looked at each other flatly, and raised the wine glass in front of them almost at the same time, touched it lightly, and drank it all, which seemed to be particularly tacit.

Putting down the wine glass, the middle-aged man picked up the wine jug, poured wine into the two wine glasses, raised his head and said to Xiao Ming with a smile, "My palm that day was to save you." ”

The voice is so kind and sincere that the listener will not be able to hear it, and he must conclude that the speaker must be a very generous and charitable person.

Xiao Ming nodded with a smile, as if he was convinced.

The middle-aged man poured a lot of wine and gently put down the wine jug, but suddenly his brows were furrowed, and it turned out that at some point, an ant had climbed on the table.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, pinched the ant in his hand, and with a flick of his two fingers, the insignificant ant turned into dust and ashes, as if it was alive silently, and died silently.

The middle-aged man smoothed his brows, raised his head and looked at Xiao Ming, his eyebrows were full of smiles, "On that day, my Qinglong killed more than 10,000 soldiers in the two cities of Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, seriously injured the city lord of White Tiger City, and the two cities fled, my Qinglong took advantage of the victory to pursue, and chased all the way to the bottom of Vermilion Bird City, if it weren't for the millions of innocent people in the city, that day, my Qinglong would be able to level the Vermilion Bird White Tiger!" ”

The voice is quite heroic, sonorous and powerful, and there is no doubt about it.

Xiao Ming nodded with a smile again and applauded gently, as if he had been convinced.

The middle-aged man raised his wine glass, touched the two wine glasses, and drank it all.

Gently putting down the wine glass, the middle-aged man did not rush to pour the wine this time, looked at Xiao Ming, who was also smiling, with a smile, and his voice returned to kindness and sincerity again, as if he was an elder who couldn't be more generous, "Feel wronged?" ”

Xiao Ming's face really showed a little grievance, but he picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine for the elder in front of him, and his voice carried the heartbreak and respect of the younger generation when facing the strict elders, "Don't dare." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, shook his head and pointed at Xiao Ming and said with a smile, "You, don't blame your uncle for being ruthless, your uncle is just telling you a truth, the weak are immortals, and they can't save you, and the strong ones are immortals, and they don't dare to disrespect you." Feeling aggrieved? That's just because you're weak! The weak should have the consciousness of the weak! The weak should not feel wronged, they can only feel lucky, and they are glad that they are still alive. Unless, you don't want to be weak, unless, you can grit your teeth and walk up step by step between life and death to become strong! ”

Xiao Ming raised his head, with the stubbornness of a teenager, and bravely looked at the middle-aged man's sword-sharp eyes, "Uncle, the world is turbulent, the people are not living, what is the use of one person being extremely powerful?" Can it save the dead in the world? ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said undoubtedly, "Yes." ”

Xiao Ming got up and knelt on one knee, his face was full of excitement, looking at that appearance, no one could doubt that it was his lifelong dream to save the people in the world, "Please uncle teach me!" ”

The middle-aged man stretched out his finger and pointed it on his heart, "What is a strong man?" How to become a strong one? I can't teach you, but it can. ”

Xiao Ming put his palm on his heart, as if he had an understanding.

The middle-aged man got up, Qinglong's long sleeves flicked, and his face was full of fierceness, "The trend of the world, turbulence, endless divisions and unions, the people of the world, suffering from hardships, and the water is in dire straits, it is the king of the sky, sweeping Liuhe, this world, can it be stable for a few years?" How much less suffering can this people endure? Only a good man, with a three-foot sword in his hand, is not afraid of mountains and dangers, and acts chivalrous and righteous, can save the people from fire and water. Even after a hundred years and thousands of years, the world is chaotic, there is still a heroic spirit, chivalrous and immortal, this common people, there is a glimmer of hope in the heart of the eternal existence, this world, there is a glimmer of hope to raise interest rates. ”

Xiao Ming was extremely cooperative, his face was full of excitement, "A good boy should be like this!" ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be very satisfied with Xiao Ming's cooperation, clapped his palms, and a maid with Nana walked up, holding a sword in her hand. Xiao Ming glanced at the maid, the new face.

The middle-aged man grabbed the sword, with a solemn expression on his face, "This sword, named Cangsheng, was cast by a peerless master for a peerless giant ten thousand years ago. For 10,000 years, this sword has passed through the hands of many heroes, but it has never been able to unsheath, so there is a saying that the people are dead and there is no chivalry in the world......"

Xiao Ming took the sword, didn't look at it, and pulled out the sword with a "choking".

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Could it be ...... Providence so? ”

Xiao Ming put the sword into the sheath, clenched his fists and said goodbye, and strode away.

The middle-aged man stood in place, watching Xiao Ming leave, as if he was still shocked by the providence in his mouth.

The maid bowed and retired.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous white dove flew up, and the middle-aged man finally came back to his senses and showed a smiling face.