"Brother Cui, the township test is coming, why aren't you in a hurry at all?"

After eating and drinking, Ning Caichen used the candle to review his homework, and when he saw Liao Wenjie holding a sword with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but remind him.

Scholars should pay attention to merit, it is no problem to dance guns and sticks to strengthen the body, and must not be discouraged by playthings, especially at the moment, if you have time to practice swords, it is better to read more of the Four Books and Five Classics.

"Brother Ning, it's useless to look at Bagu Wenguang, you have to do more questions, a few questions come down, and then study the examiner's hobbies, the township test is like a stake, don't practice now." Liao Wenjie replied casually, three years of college entrance examination, five years of simulation, Huanggang will not deceive.

Ning Caichen looked confused, an honest scholar, he didn't know the skills of the exam, and he was about to ask something more, when suddenly there was an angry shout from the other side of the courtyard, and Yan Chixia rushed out of Lanruo Temple with all the equipment.

"Stinky boy, come with me!"

Liao Wenjie, who was practicing swords, suddenly felt in his heart, thought of a certain possibility, and immediately turned dark, and in Ning Caichen's exclamation, he put his sword into the sheath and jumped from the second floor.

What should I do if I break my leg so high?

Ning Caichen hurriedly ran to the window, he couldn't see anything in the dark, and in the next second, he was grabbed by a big hand on his shoulder and dragged down from the second floor.

"Ahhh

Ning Caichen stood on the ground, his face frightened, his hands clasped Liao Wenjie's shoulders, and his screams were several seconds late.

"Be quiet, the mountains are not peaceful, don't invite demons and monsters!"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to resist Ning Caichen on his shoulder, carried the light skill of grass flying, and strode after Yan Chixia.

It's obviously flying on the grass, but it's not a comatose girl with it, bad review!

"Brother Cui, why are you so ...... in martial arts? No, where are you taking me? ”

was held on the shoulder by Liao Wenjie, Ning Caichen only felt that the sky was spinning, his ears were whirring, and he clung to the clothes at hand, lest he suddenly be thrown out.

"I'll take you to see the demons and monsters, and you'll know how dangerous the mountains are after reading them."

Liao Wenjie replied, as expected, something still happened to Xiahou Swordsman, but he didn't know what the specific situation was. Has he been sucked into a dry corpse by his grandmother, or has he exerted the strong strength of a top swordsman and fought an equal battle with his grandmother......

If it is the latter, bringing Ning Caichen, who is powerless, is equivalent to adding a cumbersome pig teammate.

It can be more dangerous to put it in the temple, in case the grandmother solves Xiahou, and a horse shoots back to Lanruo Temple, Ning Caichen basically gives it in vain.

After thinking about it, Liao Wenjie still decided to take him with him, protect him tonight, and send him down the mountain early tomorrow morning.

……

A battlefield by a waterhole.

In the air, the fragrance of rouge gouache is extremely strong, covering the ghost smell and demonic aura. The ground was disheveled, rows of small trees were broken, and the grass was lying on the ground, as if something had crushed it back and forth...... It's not wrong to say it's a battlefield.

Yan Chixia stood next to the waterhole, looking at Xiahou who was like dead wood under the mountain rock, and shook her head again and again and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Brother Xiahou, the color is a bone-scraping steel knife, you want to become the number one sword in the world, but you are easily defeated by the belly of several female ghosts, how sad and ridiculous!"

Yan Chixia sighed, with Xiahou's skills, not to mention a few female ghosts, there are dozens or hundreds, if he is not willing, he will not want to be within ten meters.

And his personal sword was never unsheathed, and the whole person became a dry bone and barren wood, and the process of fighting can be imagined.

"Pretty miserable ......"

Liao Wenjie put down Ning Caichen, looked at Xiahou's corpse and sighed, he reminded him, and deliberately detained the two most beautiful female ghosts under his grandmother, but Xiahou was still obsessed with the beauty of female ghosts, and finally died under his grandmother's tongue.

The only difference is probably that he fought more than a dozen of them this time, instead of directly weakening his legs after single-handedly picking up Xiaoqian, barely retaining his dignity as a top swordsman.

"Brother Cui, who is this person, how could he die here?"

When Ning Caichen saw the dried corpse, his face turned pale with fright, and he dodged and hid behind Liao Wenjie.

"Brother, you've seen it before, that Xiahou swordsman who wielded a sword and killed all directions."

"No, how can he ...... How to ......"

"I've met a youkai!"

Liao Wenjie glanced at Ning Caichen again: "I don't want to be like him, go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, understand?" ”

Ning Caichen nodded tremblingly, just wanting to ask, can you go down the mountain now.

"You two, show me clearly, a powerful kendo master like Xiahou was mistaken by his beauty, and he came to a miserable end in the mountains and wilderness."

Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen and warned: "Remember to take caution, don't be lucky, otherwise today's Xiahou will be tomorrow's you." ”

For Liao Wenjie, Yan Chixia was not worried at all, the two female ghosts circled around him for several nights, and they were humiliated in every way they could, and now there is a hidden trend of being good.

It's this new little scholar, who is guilty of peach blossoms, no matter how you look at it, it's the next target of the female ghost.

"This ...... This hero, I'll go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, monster...... Even youkai can't catch me. ”

"If only you knew!"

After Yan Chixia finished the warning, she raised her hand to pick up Xiahou's bones, got acquainted, couldn't bear his corpse in the mountains, and was ready to find a place to bury it.

At this moment, Xiahou's bones suddenly burst out, and his withered claws grabbed Yan Chixia's neck, and his mouth was like dry bark, spitting gray miasma.

"Xiahou, you look like this ghost, why do you still want to fight me, are you obsessed?"

Yan Chixia slapped away the dry corpse, and said bitterly: "If you are really dedicated to the sword, why don't you strengthen your sword path, why don't you just swing the sword and kill those female ghosts?" ”

Ning Caichen hid behind Liao Wenjie, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look, while Liao Wenjie sighed, picked out the truth and said: "He wants the prestige of the world's first sword, and he wants to be beautiful like a flower, he wants too much...... Attacking you, I guess it was jealousy, jealous that you are still alive and he is dead. ”

"I know, it's just a pity for a generation of swordsmen......"

Yan Chixia closed her eyes sadly, took out the Seven Star Soul Locking Needle, and threw it at the oncoming dry corpse.

The golden light broke through the air, and Xiahou's dry corpse stood straight to the end, with airway flames burning on his body, and his hands waved wildly, but in a moment, it turned into a handful of dust.

"It's not just sad or ridiculous......"

Liao Wenjie shook his head, took two steps forward, and picked up Xiahou's saber.

Qiang!!

The long sword is as black as ink, and you can feel the chill in the air, plus she has challenged Yan Chixia for seven consecutive years, and she will not fall behind in the fight against the ancient divine weapons in her hands, it is conceivable that this sword is absolutely extraordinary.

"Yan Daxia, what's the name of this sword?"

"I don't know."

"Uh......"

Liao Wenjie blinked and said suspiciously: "You recognized the Victory Evil Sword at a glance, but you can't recognize this one, is the quality of the Victory Evil Sword still above this one?" ”

"The sword of victory over evil is famous, because the forger is the first in the world, and he is known as the originator of sword casting, this ......"

Yan Chixia commented: "Sharpness is enough, and throwing it can also set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, but it is not so interesting to say that it is comparable to the evil sword." ”

"What does it mean?"

"Fame!"

What does this mean?

Liao Wenjie blinked blankly and muttered: "Since this sword has no name, then I will give it a new name, which is called Black ......."

“He~~tui！”

Yan Chixia spit on the ground, ignoring Liao Wenjie's looking eyes, and recycled the seven soul locking needles: "Okay, it's all gone, hurry up and go back to sleep, what should I do tomorrow." ”

"Brother Ning, my sword is named Black ......"

"It's so dark, isn't it already night?"

“……”

Liao Wenjie: (눈_눈)

"Look at what I'm doing, I don't have any flowers on my face!" Yan Chixia snorted angrily, turned around and returned to Lanruo Temple.

"I pinned the 'black sword' on my back and quickly caught up with the Taoist priest in front!"

Liao Wenjie made up a narration by himself, took the opportunity to read out the name of the sword, and carried Ning Caichen to chase after Yan Chixia: "Yan Daxia, Xiahou swordsman died so miserably, don't you plan to find the bad luck of the monster, and help him avenge him by the way?" ”

"Xiahou ...... A complete villain, I came out to save him, just because I knew each other for seven years, and I couldn't bear the fall of a generation of swordsmen. He only blames himself for his insincerity in the way of the sword, if he is dedicated to the sword...... Forget it, the dead are great, and it is useless to talk about it. ”

Yan Chixia never thought of avenging Xiahou, turned around and looked at Liao Wenjie, and added: "You and the little scholar are the same, you are fascinated by the female ghost to the point of being fascinated, and Se Lingzhi faints and begs for death, don't expect me to rescue you, it's not worth it!" ”

"I'm notoriously bad at women, Brother Ning will go down the mountain tomorrow morning......"

Liao Wenjie thought about it and reminded: "Brother, you are wronged tonight, make a bunk in my house, and don't go out to release water in the middle of the night, you will be caught by a female ghost, just stand at the window and face the outside, understand?" ”

"Uh-huh!"

After seeing Xiahou's fate, Ning Caichen nodded again and again, he would not go out to kill him tonight.

……

Flower House.

A group of female ghosts collapsed to the ground listlessly, although there were many ghosts, but they could not compete with Xiahou's natural divine power, fortunately, they were not the first day to break through the rivers and lakes, and they had rich experience and surrendered Xiahou to show off his limbs.

It's just that after this battle, the body is light and fluttering, and it will take a while to recover.

The black wind swept outside the house, and Grandma threw the two red pupae on the ground, and her sharp nails cut through the red line, releasing Xiao Qian and Xiao Qing, who couldn't move.

The two of them turned pale, knelt down and confessed their mistakes, and explained: "Grandma, we heard your summons and left Lanruo Temple immediately, and we didn't think about ......"

"Needless to say, I know that if I lock you up, there will be no servant girls available under my seat, who do I look down on!"

Grandma sneered three times, then pursed her lips, and said with an endless aftertaste: "The top martial arts master in the world is really delicious, and he has more than 100 people who suck him." ”

The more grandma thought about it, the more greedy she became, if it weren't for the limitations of her ontology, she would have wanted to go to the world and become a court official.

"By the way, on the way to Lanruo Temple, I saw the stinky Taoist priest and the scholar...... You have been deceived, the scholar has martial arts, and I suspect that he is an apprentice of the stinky old way. ”

Grandma frowned for a moment, and then said: "So, you haven't been able to take him down for so many days, all because of the stinking old way's calculations." He pretended to gamble with me, but in fact he planned to calculate me from the beginning, which is really hateful! ”

"Grandma, do we still want to go to Lanruo Temple?" Xiaoqing asked cautiously.

"Go, it doesn't matter if you can't hook the stinky old man's apprentice, there is a new scholar in Lanruo Temple, with fine skin and tender meat, you go and play with him, I want to make the stinky old man lose face."

Grandma's eyes were cold, and she smiled cruelly: "Of course, if you can make the two of them become enemies, kill each other, and do the things that cause Xiao Wall, Grandma and I have light on my face, and your benefits are indispensable." ”

Can you let me go and be a new person? x2

Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing lowered their heads, being ghosts beside their grandmothers, being traded as cheap things, and being ghosts beside Liao Wenjie had a kind of dignity as human beings.

They didn't dare to say it, but they all had some thoughts in their hearts.

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Tuiben Seedling: The lord is so fierce

Author: See Blood Seal Monkey

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