Shi Huaidie struggled for a long time, but she couldn't take her eyes off the short sword placed across the table, this sword she had been chasing for half her life, and it had already turned into an obsession, and it was easy to give it up for a while.

After standing in place for a long time, he finally sighed like fate, turned around, and walked to the side of the tea shop.

The scribe still lowered his eyes and drank tea.

Xiao Er of the tea shop stepped forward, but he didn't greet her, just added a pot of tea to Shi Huaidie on the table, and then retreated without saying a word in the process.

Shi Huaidie looked around, for some reason, this world, as well as the pedestrians coming and going, gave her an indescribable sense of depression, the woman calmed down, slowly sat down at the table of the tea shop, her eyes fell on the fish intestine sword on the table, and said:

"How do I know if you're real or fake?"

"Seriously, it's true?"

She tried her best to keep her words as low as possible, but asking whether it was true or false was an extremely harsh topic, and she couldn't soften it at all if she wanted to soften it, it was sharp and harsh.

The scribe was not angry, but chuckled, and with a casual flick of his sleeve, the fish intestine sword fell directly into Shi Huaidie's hand, a distance that could be held as long as he raised his hand.

Shi Huaidie's breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

"Since you want to know."

"Why not give it a try?"

The scribe raised his eyes, and Shi Huaidie saw his whole picture for the first time, quite handsome, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was always a trace of alienation in that smile.

Shi Huaidie was silent, after saying this, she knew that no matter what means she had, she would never be able to really resist, since the scribe in front of her dared to let herself hold the fish intestine sword, it was sure that she could not pose a threat to him.

It doesn't feel very good to have your life in the hands of others.

Ironically, she herself was already familiar with this feeling.

Shi Huaidie laughed at himself, for some reason, the desire for the fish intestine sword was not as strong as before, but he still did not hesitate, raised his hand and held the fish intestine sword.

The hilt of the sword was cold to the touch, and it felt almost indistinguishable from the original one. If it weren't for the fact that her original fish intestine sword was shattered in front of her eyes, she almost thought that the one in her hand was the one she had used for almost ten years.

But the stalk was shattered in front of his eyes and fell to the ground.

"How?"

The scribe spoke flatly.

Shi Huaidie came back to his senses, his wrist moved slightly, the fish intestine sword tore open the air, and disappeared directly in his hand, the internal force in the body flowed, outlining the spiritual rhyme in the sword body, but it was far more lively than the fish intestine in the past, far less blocked than that.

The ghostly light on the sword body flowed, and it became more and more extraordinary.

She sat stunned, and after a moment, she gently placed the sword in her hand on the table, pushed it in the direction of the scribe, and said in a low voice:

"It's true......"

At least, it's more like the real one than the original.

The scribe smiled lightly, flicked the blade of the sword lightly with his fingers, and the sword slid across the table again, stopped at Shi Huaidie's hand, and said casually:

"The sword, then, is yours."

Shi Huaidie's heart beat violently, saying that it was completely impossible to say that it was nothing, but at this time, he didn't make any movement, just sat in silence, his eyes looked at the light of tea, and he didn't reach out to catch the sword.

The green-shirted scribe restrained his smile, and did not open his mouth to force her, but just raised his hand to drink tea again, and said lightly:

"Of course, if you don't want to, you can leave."

Shi Huaidie looked at him, was silent, and said:

"It was my seniors who saved me?"

The scribe bowed his head and said:

"You've got a little bit of a finger."

"When this seat found you, you were already dying, if it weren't for this seat to disperse the internal qi, you would have died together with the Iron Floating Tu at this time."

Iron Float ......

Shi Huaidie's expression paused slightly, his heart tingled slightly, and then hatred arose, his palms clenched unconsciously, and the surrounding qi changed, and he became a little cold.

The scribe looked at her, flicked his fingers at the cup, and said lightly:

"Want revenge?"

Shi Huaidie took a breath and said:

"Dare to ask the seniors, who is that person......"

"Tell you, and then let you go to death? Since your life is left behind by this seat, you can't be spoiled so easily, even yourself. ”

The scribe's voice was flat.

Shi Huaidie stood up, bowed deeply to the green-shirted scribe, and said:

"I hope my seniors will tell ......"

The scribe's brows furrowed, and finally it seemed that out of unbearability, his fingers tapped on the table, and said lightly: "This seat can only tell you his name, as for the rest, you can check it yourself." ”

"This kind of thing, I think you should be familiar with it."

Shi Huaidie's face showed gratitude, and he bowed deeply, and said:

"Thank you, senior."

The scribe waved his hand and said lightly:

"Don't thank me first."

"Your life was saved by me, no matter what, you have to do something for this seat to be able to withstand it, do you have any objection to this?"

Shi Huaidie shook his head and said:

"It's a great grace to save lives, and it should be like this."

The scribe bowed his head and said:

"Good ......"

"It doesn't hurt for me to tell you...... That person is from the Thief Sect, named Hongluo Yu, and you can check the rest of the things yourself. ”

The voice paused, and then replied:

"It seems that you don't want to accept this fish intestine sword?"

Shi Huaidie shook his head silently, and then apologized in a low voice, when he held the fish intestine sword, the feeling that his net worth and life could not help himself became more and more intense, and he temporarily suppressed the desire for the fish intestine sword.

She didn't dare to look at the fish intestine sword again.

I am afraid that if I see it again, I will never move again, and I am afraid that if I hold this sword again, I will once again become a puppet that can be discarded at will in the hands of others.

The green-shirted scribe seemed a little helpless, swept his sleeves across the table, and the fish intestine sword disappeared, Shi Huaidie breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a feeling of loss, and his heart was full of mixed feelings for a while.

The green-shirted scribe glanced at Shi Huaidie and said:

"Sit down and finish this cup of tea."

"After that, this seat will send you back to where you were before."

Shi Huaidie bowed respectfully, sat down at the table, wrapped his hands around the teacup, and said:

"Senior, you just said that you want the juniors to do one thing......"

"I don't know what's going on?"

The scribe shook his head and said:

"Don't be in a hurry about this matter first, you will naturally find out later."

"When it's time to use it, this seat will naturally send someone to look for you."

Shi Huaidie nodded, looked at the tea, and thought of today's experience, almost dying, but because of this death, he was able to get rid of his original identity and restrictions, and from now on, he can really be free.

But it also passed by the fish intestine sword that he had been looking for before.

By the time she put down the teacup, the surrounding environment had undergone earth-shaking changes, from a bustling street tea shop to a woodland full of white frost and permafrost.

Shi Huaidie's expression changed suddenly, this kind of immortal-like method set off a monstrous wave in her heart, and she stood for a long time before she came back to her senses, and then saw the two tombs on the frozen soil.

Iron Float.

And their own.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, just stood in silence in front of her grave.

The wind blows the treetops, and there are no leaves, and they become more and more depressed.

At the tea-shop table, the scribe drank the last sip of tea, and the teahouse man who had been walking around to refill him suddenly stiffened, and the stiffness spread like a plague throughout the street, and even throughout the world.

There was stillness.

The scribe got up, walked slowly, and scattered to the four corners of heaven and earth.

Climb the ladder step by step in front of him, with a wide robe and a slow belt, extremely calm. Behind him, all the beings in heaven and earth, all of them collapsed and fell into annihilation.

In Shi Huaidie's eyes, although he seemed a little detached, the scribe who was a generous elder had a look on his face that became indifferent, and when he reappeared, he was already on the top of the Shaolin Temple, sitting on the bamboo chair at will.

The fish gut sword was casually thrown on the table.

The white-haired Taoist sat aside, his five fingers slightly open, and he held this famous sword that was famous in the outside world in his hand, looked at the weather on the blade of the sword, and exclaimed, saying:

With the help of the power of heaven and earth, the spiritual rhyme was extracted into one percent, which stimulated the remaining spiritual rhyme to become more and more lively. It was obviously a matter of destroying its foundation, but it made this sword even more extraordinary. ”

"Flowers are brocade, fire is cooking oil, sir is a good means."

Mr. Win's expression was indifferent, he didn't speak, he just looked at the book in his hand, and the ancient Taoist was not annoyed, but continued to look at the fish intestine sword in his hand with a smile.

Previously, Hongluo Yu was outside, and he was able to reach the three thousand worlds with one finger, and his shooting speed was extremely fast, even he could only see a rough idea.

First, the sword body trembled, and Shi Huaidie's right hand was vibrate.

Immediately, the sword was directly dropped in an instant, and it was replaced with a fake, and by the time Shi Huaidie noticed it, the sword had already begun to crumble, even if the meaning was wrong, it would only be attributed to the fact that the fish intestine sword was shattered and the spiritual rhyme changed.

It would never have occurred to me that the weapons I had used for years had been dropped.

Hong Luoyu's martial arts are based on light skills, or he is not good at frontal combat, but if the other party has no way to keep up with his speed, then the threat level of Hong Luoyu is no less than that of a great master who is rare to see in three hundred years, and there is no way to solve it with numbers.

A punch with Yuanci's pinnacle can be called incomprehensible.

It's the same as ......

The ancient Taoist was stunned, and suddenly felt a little bored, and put the fish intestine sword in his hand on the table, and the scribe who was reading at random next to him noticed the sight of the Taoist priest, frowned slightly, and said:

"What?"

The white-haired Taoist man's expression did not change, but he smiled:

"It's nothing, just thought, why didn't you just take that woman under your command?"

"Also, since it was the sound transmission that asked Hong Luoyu to point to the point and make him fake his death, why did he pretend to be with Hong Luoyu just now, and the little guy was the enemy? Aren't you afraid that she will continue to be the enemy of the little guy after she goes out? ”

The green-shirted scribe turned over a page of the book and said lightly:

"To be an enemy is to be an enemy."

"The more hostile it is, the better it will be for this person."

"Moreover, she will never find out the news of Hongluoyu, at that time, it was she who begged this seat to take her under her command to die, and survived the ferocious arrogance, so that it was easy to use."

The scribe's voice was flat.

The ancient Taoist paused, and looked at the scribe next to him who was lazily sitting on a bamboo chair with a scroll in one hand. He could vaguely see the coldness and indifference of the year between his eyebrows, reminding him that this seemed to be just a man with a bad temper in front of him, what he looked like in the past.

The scribe looked at him with a very lazy expression, and said:

"After all, it's just a piece of chess......"

PS: Today's second update is presented............

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