Annan County, the most remote county in the southwest of Jingguo.

To the west of Annam-gun, there are miasma mountains, one of the three major murderous places on the entire continent, and few people have set foot in them. To the north is the junction of the three kingdoms with the largest power on the continent - the Great Qi Empire, and the country of Northern Snow - Ling State, where the border is dangerous and there are occasional frictions. Jingguo's famous Southwest Xuanjia Army was stationed in Annam to consolidate the southwest frontier.

Annam-gun is hilly, with high temperatures, heavy humidity, heavy rain, extensive forests, and rugged mountain roads.

And Mei Wangchen was like a flower at this time, squatting under a tree next to a forest path, holding a nest head, gnawing without a bite, eating two bites and spitting out, the clothes on his body were torn into strips, hanging on his body like countless willow branches, swinging one by one with his gnawing movements, indescribably funny. Xiao Jian sat beside him, his clothes were also torn everywhere, covered with a thick layer of dust, and he also held a nest head in his hand, but he ate carefully, and every bite was eaten carefully to ensure that all the nutrients of this nest head were absorbed to the maximum. As if in his eyes, it was not eating, but a battle.

"Damn, I can't eat this meal. Mei Wangchen threw most of the remaining half of the nest in his hand far away and smashed it on the tree in the distance, startling a few bird calls.

Xiao Jian, who was sitting on the side, lowered his head and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, nor did he look at Mei Wangchen.

Young Master Mei was very angry, of course, because he had eaten the nest head for more than half a month, and a bird faded out of his mouth, but what made him angry the most was other things.

"When I thought about going to school, I was a little bored, so I wanted to find a partner, so that after entering the school, even if I didn't get along well with other classmates, I could have someone to talk to, so as not to suffocate to death. ”

Then I was blind for some reason, and I thought that you guy was a little interesting, so I pulled you into the gang. ”

"The result?

"Look at you, you can't beat a fart with eight sticks, and if I say ten sentences, you may not be able to reply to the last sentence. ”

"You don't eat the soft or the hard, and you stick there like a wooden stake. ”

"No, you're a piece of rotten wood in a pool of stagnant water, and it's all about to rot. ”

"Eat a bullshit nest, you have to chew slowly, you think you are eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but also savor, each bite has to be chewed thirty-four times, not much, a lot, you are a fucking human, not a machine that spins all day long and does not know how to stop!"

"Oh, it's not about suffocating people in the future!"

......

Mei Wangchen was angry and roaring, helpless. But no matter what he said or how much trouble he made, Xiaojian was so lifeless that he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

After a long time, Mei Wangchen's scolding echoing in the forest had not completely dissipated, Mei Wangchen held on to the tree trunk behind him, stood up embarrassed, rubbed his squatting thighs, and gasped.

He glanced at the last bit of nest head that Xiao Jian was holding in his hand that he hadn't finished eating, and sighed and said, "You stinky boy too, it's not good to ask for as much as you want, you have to ask for a hundred taels, I didn't bring much money out, plus I was on the road before...... Ahem...... If you knew that you would be poor like this, you should have secretly hidden something from the things you buried and left, even if it was stealing a roast chicken......"

Mei Wangchen was silent as he spoke, because Xiao Jian, who was fighting hard with Wowotou, finally raised his head and looked at him indifferently.

Young Master Mei was like a deflated ball under the eyes of Brother Xiaojian, the impassioned momentum of pointing at mountains and rivers just now was gone, and he coughed twice in embarrassment, after more than two months of getting along, he naturally knew the temperament of this little sword brother, just now Brother Xiaojian rarely looked up at him, but he was afraid that he was angry. Mei Wangchen sighed sadly, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I shouldn't say that I stole something from your Xiaohua's funeral goods to eat, this is going down." ”

Xiao Jian looked at Mei Wangchen's ruffian apology, thought for a while, and then lowered his head again, and continued to be busy fighting with Wowotou.

Mei Wangchen saw that this was the result again, he looked like he was loveless, held his forehead with his hand, and said to himself: "What kind of sin did I create, I finally ran out, I thought I was free, but I ran into such a nemesis......"

"You're not going to be sent down by heaven to punish me, are you?"

......

Before Mei Wangchen could make more lamentations, and before he could delve into whether Brother Xiaojian was an immortal sent by God to punish him, a faint sound of horses' hooves from the distance of the path interrupted Mei Wangchen's one-sided conversation.

The two of them did not walk on the official road, and they basically didn't meet anyone along the way, and the sudden sound of horses' hooves revealed a hint of strangeness.

Xiao Jian also put down the nest head in his hand, put one hand on the ground, and after a while, said, "One carriage, five horses." ”

Mei Wangchen glared at him, "You still need to say this, you think you are a radar?"

Brother Xiao Jian also seemed to have long been accustomed to the strange words that Mei Wangchen spit out from time to time, although he basically didn't know what they meant, he wouldn't ask more.

Mei Wangchen's plan to use this small means to seduce the cute little sword brother to say a few more words also ended in failure, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

How did you come across such a talking mute......

The sound of horses' hooves was very fast, and as they spoke, they came to the two of them, a black and luxurious carriage, pulled by a white horse, followed by four horseback guards.

The white horse pulling the cart is pure white, without a trace of impurities, the handsome is extraordinary, the foot strength is even more amazing, and the speed of pulling a carriage is not slow at all, if it is not faintly suppressed by the coachman, I am afraid that the four horses behind him will not even be able to see the tail of the horse, even if people who do not understand horses will be able to see the extraordinary white horse at a glance.

Before Mei Wangchen could praise "good horse", he choked on his throat with the wet and greasy dust brought up by the speeding convoy.

Mei Wangchen spat on the ground next to him with soil, and scolded loudly at the convoy that had already walked away: "Where is the bullshit thing, don't you look at the road? I ate a mouthful of soil to hurt your master, and I kind of stopped, see if I don't spray your saliva!"

It was an ordinary meeting in Pingshui, but I didn't think that the convoy seemed to really obey Mei Wangchen's wishes, and slowly stopped in the distance.

Mei Wangchen was shocked, who would have expected that the other party would really stop. He pulled up the little sword brother who was sitting on the ground, turned his head and ran, shouting as he ran, "It's not good, it's not good, the wind is tight and fast." ”

Mei Wangchen had just turned around and didn't run two or three steps, when a small stone flew like a sharp arrow, hitting his right small retreat, he bared his teeth and screamed, but he still didn't stop, limping and pulling the small sword to continue running deep into the woods beside the road.

Another stone flew and struck him precisely on his left leg.

"Bang" Mei Wangchen fell to the ground, and Brother Xiaojian was also pulled by him to stumble.

......

The black luxurious carriage turned around and stopped nobly in front of Mei Wangchen, who was lying on the ground eating soil.

The driver was a bearded strong man dressed in black, and at a glance, there seemed to be thunder flashing in the strong man's eyes.

Xiaojian stood indifferently in place, seemingly indifferent to all that was about to happen, but his thin right hand, which was hanging down at his waist, inadvertently touched the rag hilt of the iron sword.

"Squeak".

The door of the carriage opened slightly.

Out of it came a noble son with Dan phoenix eyes who was about the same age as Mei Wangchen, and the noble son was dressed luxuriously and unusually, and he was so angry. It's just that his body is thin and weak, his face is a little unhealthy pale, and there is only indifference and disdain in his Danfeng eyes, looking at Mei Wangchen as if he is looking at a dead person.

After the Danfengyan noble son glanced at Mei Wangchen twice, he waved his hand, as if driving away a tiresome fly beside him, and a cold voice spit out from his mouth, and the voice was slightly sharp.

"Killed. ”

The bearded man who was driving the car was silent for a moment before he got up from the driving place, stepped on the path with his feet steady, and stood up slowly.

The moment the bearded man stepped on the ground, the air around the carriage sank.

Xiao Jian only felt that this ordinary-looking bearded strong man had suddenly turned into a big mountain, and when his feet were grounded, he obviously didn't make any sound, but it was like a thunderclap, which made Xiao Jian's heart shrink and slow down by half a beat.

Strong, unpretentiously strong, hopelessly strong.

This is Xiaojian's evaluation of the beard.

The joints of the little sword's grip on the hilt of the rag began to turn pale, and his head bowed.

No matter how sharp the iron sword is, it is just a piece of iron after all, how can it cut off the entire mountain, not to mention the humble iron sword nailed to the foot of the mountain, but even the clouds and mist on the top of the peak can't be seen clearly, how can you talk about cutting the mountain?

Powerful.

Case.

All that remains is destruction, or surrender.

Surrender means: the broken iron sword should be obediently shivering under the mountain, lying flat on the ground, the blade of the sword converged, the sword body facing the sky, waiting for the boulder to run over, praying that the mountain disdains the humility of the iron sword, hoping that his thin sword body will not affect the path of the mountain, and then the mountain passes, the iron sword is pressed into the smelly soil, mixed with the dirty water and mud, the years go by, the rust is stained, and finally turned into a piece of loess.

This is the story that should happen next, this is the path that should be taken in order to live, but the question is that such a sword, can it still be called a sword?

At the entrance of Qingshan Town, after kneeling for more than a month, the iron sword has already been bent and discounted, but since this sword bone has been sold, and since Xiaohua has already stood on the grave, it should be a good choice to disappear in this world as a sword, and it is worthy of the figure squatting on the ground and counting money.

Thereupon.

The head under the little sword was raised again.

The hand that let go of the hilt of the rag sword resolutely drew the sword.

The dried blood stains on the iron sword had been washed away.

But where can a sword that has tasted blood resist the thirst for bloodlust?

The mountain-like bearded man was a little surprised, and raised his inky eyebrows slightly, but in an instant, he sank again.

The calloused hand of the beard moved slightly, as if it was about to be raised in the next moment.

......

In the end, the bearded hand did not rise, because there was a more delicate and thin hand on the shoulder of the little sword......

Mei Wangchen stood up with difficulty, his legs seemed to be trembling slightly because of the pain, one hand was holding Xiaojian's thin shoulder, and his mouth was still because of the pain, and he couldn't help but inhale the cold air.

"Ah Jian, you see that I fell a dog and ate, and I don't know how to help it, a stinky boy with no conscience. ”

Mei Wangchen didn't wait for Brother Xiaojian to answer, but looked at the noble boy standing on the carriage and the mountain-like beard below, shrugged his shoulders a little scoundrelly, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood by this stinky boy today, I was scolding him just now, scolding him, it's not scolding you, hehe, don't go to your heart, hehe." ”

The bearded strong man frowned again, but surprisingly he didn't pay attention to Mei Wangchen, nor did he raise his hand to send out a thunderous blow, but turned around and said respectfully to the Danfeng-eyed noble son in the car: "Little ...... Childe, it's almost here, don't pay attention to these little things, it's important to hurry. The sound of the beard was like a cracked bell in an ancient temple in the desert, buzzing, dry, without the slightest suppleness and lowliness like clear water.

Standing on top of the carriage, Danfeng's face was slightly cold, and he turned his head slightly to look to the side.

One of the other four guards behind the carriage immediately drew his sword and dismounted, walking towards Mei Wangchen and Xiaojian.

Danfeng's noble son was in a bad mood, and since he had spoken out to persuade him, he didn't bother to bother with these two ants, just teach him a lesson, and just send them away. It's just that...... The way Mei Wangchen spoke just now, he didn't like it very much, the little flower with a hippie smile didn't kneel on the ground and tremble and beg for his forgiveness, and he didn't call himself a "villain" or a "slave" between the lines, there was no humble taste, and there was no desperate horror but a slight smile in his scoundrel's eyes, which he couldn't bear.

But everything still stems from Mei Wangchen's posture or attitude, this damn little bed bug actually dares to talk to himself with an equal attitude.

Why did he dare to speak to himself like that?

How dare he talk to himself like that?

So even though the beard opened his mouth, he still insisted on spending a little more time crushing these two humble worms.

The guard with the knife was about to walk in front of Mei Wangchen and Xiao Jian, Mei Wangchen was still smiling like a scoundrel, just pressing the hand on Xiao Jian's shoulder, slightly forced, and his knuckles turned white.

I don't know if Mei Wangchen pinched too hard, the stubborn head of the little sword brother slowly lowered and no longer rose up, and the sword in his hand was inserted back into his waist at some point, hanging weakly.

The guard came to the two of them and slowly raised the butcher's knife, as if he was going to cut the two into four pieces in the next moment.

"Huh?"

The "um" sound was like a rush of thunder, causing the guard's body to tremble slightly, and the raised knife stopped in mid-air.

The knife never fell, but fell back into its scabbard.

The guards did not dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly turned around, got on their horses and bowed their heads, and even breathing became a little difficult.

All of this happened in a short period of time, and it was a bit of a surprise.

It's all because of the beard and beard who stood in front of the noble son with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and between his lips and teeth, he let out a slightly questioning "um" word.

The guards on their horses breathed hard.

Standing in the carriage, the Danfeng-eyed noble son looked at his beard condescendingly.

His pair of Danfeng eyes tried to open open, and the corners of his thin willow-like eyes were stretched open.

He trembled, not from fear, but from anger.

Trembling with rage, he bent down to pick up the whip that his beard had placed on the frame.

"Smack", a heavy whip was whipped on the bearded face.

"Dog minion, you dare to refute what I said, what do you want to do?"

This whip was whipped in time, and it seemed that it was not whipped on the bearded face, but on the hearts of everyone, such a master, who was so humiliated, no one knew what would happen next.

"Dog, I forgot who it was that took you in? I forgot who gave you the opportunity to cultivate martial arts?

After saying that, it was another whip.

The second whip was louder and harder.

The beard didn't mean anything, and the ordinary face was still so calm. There wasn't even a whip mark left on his face, and the shallow red marks dissipated on his face.

The beard was still the same dry appearance, as if the person who was whipped in the face was not himself, but someone else. His lips moved slightly, his voice still buzzing, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Childe, now that we have entered the realm of the Hidden Mountain, I'm afraid it's not good to kill people here, it's just two insignificant ants, don't let them spoil Childe's ...... Straight to business. ”

The dry and deep voice sounded unhurriedly, but when he said the last two words, "business", he added a slight accent.

After a while, the trembling on the Danfeng-eyed noble son's body slowly stopped, and his face, which was extremely distorted by anger, gradually calmed down. He naturally knows what the "business" mentioned by the beard means to him, if it was his former self, he was afraid that he would still forcibly slaughter these two bed bugs who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, because he didn't like it and was unhappy, but where is his former self today...... Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of bitter self-deprecation, which was fleeting and unnoticed.

"Well, it's important to get down to business. ”

Danfengyan Guigongzi regained his previous indifference and calmness, turned around and walked back to the carriage, but when the door was closed, he added softly, "Don't go too far, break one hand and one foot." ”

The bearded man stood silently beside the carriage and bowed slightly.

......

The handsome white horse pulling the carriage roared pleasantly, and naturally there were guards who replaced the driving position of the bearded man, driving the carriage, following the guards, and taking the noble son with the red phoenix eyes, far away.

And the bearded man just watched the back of the departing convoy in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mei Wangchen leaned on the little sword, and only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling that the body of the little sword next to him was still a little tense, although the little sword never looked up at the other party, but Mei Wangchen also knew who he was wary of.

Mei Wangchen smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and then squatted down, grinning and rubbing his legs and stomach, "It's okay, everyone is gone, it's just to find a suitable step for yourself, and it won't really interrupt the hands and feet of the two of us, after all, we are just two ants in the eyes of other nobles." He spoke of a nobleman, but he did not hear any awe, and he called himself an ant, and his tone was not as humble as the dust.

Xiao Jian turned his head slightly, looked at Mei Wangchen puzzled, and glanced at his beard again.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mei Wangchen seemed to know Brother Xiaojian's worries, and explained: "The previous stones were all very measured, since my leg was not broken at that time, it will not be broken now." After Mei Wangchen finished speaking, he looked at the beard with a smile.

The bearded man watched the convoy go away, until he couldn't see it, and then he turned around, just heard what Mei Wangchen said, his thick eyebrows raised, and the beard on his face also trembled, and his ordinary face was covered by the thick beard, which made people unable to see the expression clearly.

He didn't look at Mei Wangchen at all, but looked at Xiao Jian and said, "The sword that has just been refined has not yet taken shape, it is easy to break, not to mention ......", his bearded eyes drifted to the iron sword wrapped in rags on Xiao Jian's waist, "Are you also a sword?"

After he said this, he didn't say much, turned around and got up, chasing the direction of the carriage's departure, and never looked at Mei Wangchen from beginning to end.