Wei Simeng's nerves are simply not ordinary. It wasn't until he stepped on the hem of his robe and tripped over the mud after he walked out of the pavilion that he noticed that the clothes on his body were different.

The outfit on his body is two different styles from Lu Yu, if Lu Yu's appearance is a "swordsman", then Wei Simeng's outfit at this time is a "scribe". He only had a dark blue 'colored' robe on his body, and the long clothes were like washing, which added a bit of elegance to him. Inside the caftan is a set of white 'colored' lining and dark 'colored' long 'pants', and on his feet are a pair of simple black cloth shoes, the only thing that is no different from the original shape, and it is also a fly in the ointment, is the yellow 'color' cloth belt around his waist.

It seems that this cloth belt is still compatible with the background of the game, and there is nothing worth changing the shape, so the system does not make any modifications, and directly uses it. As everyone knows, the full name of this yellow 'color' belt is "worn-out yellow belt", not to mention that the combination of yellow 'color' and ink blue 'color' is very strange.

His short hair also turned into a flowing law enforcement at this time, which was simply tied into a strand by a head rope, and then with Zi Shaluo as a long turban, hanging down to his back, it looked like he had a fairy temperament.

"Loose Scarf...... In other words, is it now the Song Dynasty onwards? ”

Wei Simeng 'touched' the shape of the turban, and probably had the answer in his heart. In terms of his ability to analyze the surrounding situation from these tiny items, he may not be much worse than Lu Yu, but he does not have Lu Yu's morbid 'desire for knowledge', and it is always what is happening in front of him that is more attractive to him.

For example, as soon as he thought about the environment he was in, the sound of rustling in the distance immediately attracted his attention. Wei Simeng cautiously lowered his body, slowly approaching the direction where the sound came from while trying not to stir the weeds, and suddenly, his nose jerked twice.

With a suppressed moan, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air, giving him a strange sense of unease. If you listen closely, you can still hear the man's gasp, the slight snapping of the 'flesh' body on the ground......

"Wouldn't it be, God would have started at the beginning?"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Wei Simeng's forehead, could it be that in this world that looks like an ancient world, in this wilderness, someone would be open enough to do something that the majority of rotten 'women' like to see?

He poked his head out tremblingly, only to see a man covered in blood lying in the middle of the grass, still struggling desperately to crawl forward. The muffled moan and the subsequent gasp were undoubtedly from him, and the sound of the slap on the ground came from his hand, which desperately tried to grab the grass and pull him forward, only to slap his palm on the ground again and again, but the man could not move much forward.

This is a man who looks to be in his thirties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified Chinese character face that looks like a decent horn 'color'. It's just that his current state looks really embarrassed, not to mention wet, and the clothes on his back are still stained with crimson 'color' blood, and he looks like he has been seriously injured.

Wei Simeng saw that he was seriously injured, and he didn't care about anything else, so he quickly leaned out of the grass and ran over in small steps. The man heard the sound of footsteps near, and tried desperately to brace himself up, but halfway through, his weak arms could no longer exert his strength, and he was about to fall to the ground again.

"Don't mess around!"

Wei Simeng took a step forward, squatted down and stretched out his hand to support him, but suddenly felt a cold in front of his 'chest', it turned out that a sharp dagger had been pressed against his 'chest', as long as he went one more point inside, Wei Simeng would be stabbed through the heart with a knife.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have already retreated in a panic at this time, and fled with a roll; Or simply play offense instead of defense, trying to kill the man before he can do it. However, Wei Simeng maintained his original posture motionlessly, but said again: "If you are injured like this, don't move 'messily'." ”

The middle-aged man struggled to raise his head to look at his face, looked up and down, and suddenly let out a long sigh. With this sigh, all the strength that had been holding on to his body just now seemed to be lost with it, and he could only hear a "ding bell", and his hand could no longer hold the dagger, allowing it to fall to the ground weakly.

Wei Simeng carefully put him back on the grass, trying not to touch the large and small wounds on the other party's body as much as possible. The reason why he didn't move just now was not because he was stunned, but when his hand touched this middle-aged man, through the touch from his fingertips, he instantly understood that this man was extremely seriously injured, and he had been holding on all the way, and the knife was already the limit in the 'chest', and he had no power to stab down again.

Moreover, the man had no malicious intent in the first place, it was just an act of vigilance.

"You...... Who are you......" The man struggled, asking in a low voice from the depths of his throat. His internal injuries were extremely serious, with no less than twenty large and small knife wounds all over his body, and the knife in his back directly cut off his vitality, and even if he said these three short words, he coughed up a mouthful of blood fiercely.

Wei Simeng sighed: "It's just a passer-by who met in Pingshui." If you have any unfinished business, just 'hand' it over, as long as I can do it without violating morality, I will try my best to help you complete it. ”

The man's eyes widened again, staring at his forehead.

"There is no tattoo on the forehead...... It seems that you are at least not one of those living dead...... You can also gamble on ......" As he spoke, the man himself suddenly smiled helplessly, "I'm really confused, do I have any choice now?" ”

Wei Simeng said in a deep voice: "Yes, if I am really the one who is chasing and killing you, I can kill you at any time now." ”

He saw through the group of people who were chasing and killing this man, and it was definitely not to ask him about any secrets, because the knife in the back should have been aimed at killing him in an instant, both from the angle and the strength. If it weren't for the man's skill, who could have dissolved most of the power, that blow alone would have been enough to split an ordinary person in half. It can be seen from this that from the very beginning, the gang of people started to live or die, nine times out of ten, just to seek revenge.

The man obviously knew this, and he nodded, and with great difficulty, reached into his bosom and took out something.

The thing was wrapped in a layer of black cloth, and the man slowly untied it, and the thing inside turned out to be a short sword!

(No, not a dagger.) ）

Wei Simeng looked at it, it turned out to be a broken sword, judging from the size of the entire sword, it was about one-third of the length from the tip of the sword down, leaving only a flat fracture, but it was obvious that it was no longer suitable for piercing. This remnant sword seems to be ordinary, but the style is simple, and there seems to be a faint smell of something else. Wei Simeng stared at the sword for a long time, and didn't dare to take it, as if he had already sensed the extraordinary side of it.

"The little brother learns to be rich and has five cars, I don't know if I have heard of the name of 'Remnant Sword Mountain'." The middle-aged man said with difficulty. Wei Simeng shook his head honestly, but listening to the man's tone, this sword was really not a mortal thing, no wonder he fought to protect this sword even if he was seriously injured.

"Alas......" the man sighed, "The affairs of the rivers and lakes should not bother the ordinary people, but unfortunately I am really powerless." This remnant sword is one of the seven most proud swords of a generation of swordsmith Xiaoyaozi, and it must not fall into the hands of 'traitors'. ”

With a shake of his hand, the remnant sword fell to the ground, and Wei Simeng hurriedly picked it up and held it. As soon as his hand touched the blade of the sword, information about the weapon appeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

Name: Remnant Sword Mountain

Grade: Excellent

Genre: Fighting (Drama)

Equipment Requirements: None

Attack: Average

Special Effect: Accumulates gravitational potential energy and converts it into attack power

Description: The simple shape of the long sword is one of the seven most proud works of a generation of sword-casting master Xiaoyaozi. A few minutes below the tip of the sword, there is a broken incision, which seems to have been destroyed by a master. But in fact, the remnant sword was broken at the beginning of the casting, so that it could exert the greatest destructive power when the mountain was opened. The remnant sword does not thrust, and is good at chopping.

The man gasped and said, "Long Yunfei, the young owner of the Hidden Sword Villa, is resourceful and will definitely be able to protect this sword. …… Little brother, I beg you to bring the remnant sword there...... Be sure to! ”

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

This cough just can't be stopped. The man's cough was gradually mixed with large blood clots, and no matter how Wei Simeng patted his shoulder or stroked his chest, he didn't see any 'color'. Knowing that this man is just relying on this thought to support him all the way, at this time, the aftermath has been 'handed over', and his will is a little loose, and the pain will be like a mountain and a sea, and there is no more "medicine" to save it.

"Don't worry, I'll deliver it for you." Wei Simeng nodded heavily. The corners of the man's blood-stained mouth slowly 'revealed' a smile, his 'lips' moved, as if he wanted to say thank you, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a violent cough hit, he bounced up suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the sky, and his whole body trembled.

When he fell to the ground again, his body stiffened, his eyes closed peacefully, and he was already out of breath!

"The strong man is good." Wei Simeng clasped his hands. He was thinking about whether to dig a pit and bury the tough guy on the spot, when he suddenly heard messy footsteps in the distance.

(About a dozen people, the footsteps are more like dragging than walking.) ）

Wei Simeng immediately guessed what kind of "people" they came. But it just so happened that he also had something to ask.

He stood up and clenched his fist at the figure in the distance, making a snapping sound.

"Well come, living dead."