"Swordmaster!"

The next day, there was a knock on the door of Nanming's room, and someone respectfully came to report, "Xuanwangfu sent someone to send a generous gift, saying that it was an apology for the previous misunderstanding, and there were some things that I wanted to talk to the adults." ”

"Nope. ”

"Marshal Deng of the Demon Swinging Army handed you an invitation to participate in the private banquet in three days, you ......"

"Don't go. ”

"Xiao Yusheng, the eldest disciple of the Qingwei faction, came to visit and asked to observe the ...... of the sword test"

"Let him see for himself, without having to ask me. ”

“...... Got it. ”

The servant hurried away.

When passing by a corner, his shirt was torn apart, and he was stunned and hurriedly saluted: "The head of the house ......"

"Shh

Nan Xianyu signaled to silence him, pulled him away, and then asked, "What's the matter, he refused again?"

"Yes. Lord Sword Saint is different from customs, and he disdains fame and fortune, which makes the little one admire......" The eyes of the next person showed admiration.

Nanxianyu listened, but he was not happy at all.

This person has a clean sleeve, but no one gives face, and I don't know how many big people he will offend. Especially not long ago, he also swore to King Xuan's envoy that he would definitely find a way to let the Sword Saint see him.

Now that the gifts have been accepted and the flattery has been heard, the promised things have disappeared......

"No, we have to find a way. ”

These days, relying on the reputation of the "Sword Saint of the Broken Army", the door of the Nan family is about to be broken down. He, the head of the family, also received a lot of benefits, and enjoyed the feeling of being held by the stars and the moon, and he couldn't help himself, far more beautiful than in the past.

He can't wait to offer the great god Nanming up and let others pay homage, and then he will be responsible for collecting tickets.

What kind of calculation does the cheap cousin have in his heart, Nan Ming is too lazy to know.

The prayer stickers on the table have been stacked in a thick stack.

He picked one up and flipped through it with great interest, which he found very interesting. These people came for their own name, either to recruit themselves as a guest, or to apprentice, and they had never even met in person, so they wanted to marry their daughters to themselves......

Unconsciously, as a mortal, he can be regarded as a success.

"Well, hold on. ”

He admonished himself in his heart.

This is just the beginning, and it can't be inflated. It's hard to get to this point, and if it's accidentally exposed, all the work you've done will be wasted.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Nanming flipped to a different post, which was written in Juanxiu's handwriting:

"Concubine Wenjun has a divine weapon, a sword pool, broken gold and cracked stones, and I can't help but yearn for it. Tonight, when the moon is stepped to get it, Jun Su Yada will not make the concubine return empty-handed. ”

The payment is empty.

Nan Ming blinked, if he was not mistaken, this was someone who wanted to steal his sword?

That's interesting......

A trace of expectation rose in his heart, and in order to cooperate with this person, he deliberately placed the Sword of Hatred in the most conspicuous place in the room, and he lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

Wait quietly.

Wait, wait...... By midnight, he was asleep.

The moonlight was shrouded in clouds, and under the dark night, a bright red shadow floated from the sky like a ghost.

After a little bit, he floated into the room.

She first saw the Lihate Sword on the table and took it away directly, and then saw the sleeping person on the bed, her brows furrowed under the veil, as if she didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and she was a little suspicious.

For some reason, she silently came to the bed and stared at the man.

In the palm of Haobai's palm, the cold light of a dagger flashed.

When he was hesitating, Nan Ming suddenly turned over, his arm slapped unconsciously, only to hear a soft "click", and a bottomless crack appeared on the ground.

There was a faint hint of red light and a wave of heat coming out, as if it had penetrated something terrible.

"Goo. ”

The female thief in red swallowed her saliva, looked at the crack that was only three inches from her toes, and slowly retreated cautiously.

At this time, Nan Ming, who felt the tension and fear, opened his eyes.

"Who are you?"

He asked coldly.

When the female thief saw that the situation was not good, she turned around and fled. At this time, the sword in her hand trembled, and she suddenly took it out of her hand, and it landed on her neck like lightning.

She suddenly didn't dare to move.

Taking advantage of her turn, Nan Ming glanced at the crack on the ground that was still slowly expanding, and quickly dealt with it.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked over and grabbed the female thief by the throat: "Why did you steal my sword?"

"I, I ......"

The female thief's face turned purple and she couldn't speak.

Nan Ming flicked her lightly and threw her to the ground, the tip of the sword against her chin, forcing her to raise her face: "Say." ”

"Sword Saint spare her life, the little woman is just a ghost for a while, and now she knows that she is wrong, please be merciful and spare me this time!"

The female thief in red took off her veil, revealing a handsome face, bright eyes and bright teeth, crying, and pitiful.

She explained that she was sent to the Golden Gate since she was a child, and she was a disciple of the thief.

According to the rules of the sect, if you want to break away from the sect, that is, become a teacher, you must steal a rare treasure in the world and dedicate it to the thief saint in exchange for freedom.

“...... The thief took a fancy to my appearance, but I didn't want to commit to him, so I had to make this decision in order to protect myself. I heard that the Sword Saint has always been kind, and I also ask you to be a big man, don't worry about the little girl. ”

Nan meditated for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"

"Auspicious. ”

"Which hand stole the sword just now?"

“......”

As if guessing what he was going to do, the female thief shuddered and took a step back in fear.

But when she saw a sword light flashing, her left arm fell, and the next moment, a sharp pain came into her mind, making her can't help but cry out in pain: "Ah!"

"You go, I don't care about you. ”

The female thief in red showed a painful and resentful expression, gritted her teeth, as if she was about to say something, but suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

Nan Ming went up and patted her face, but there was no response.

His eyes narrowed......

"Her heart was beating and breathing normally, but her mood was extremely tense and didn't slow down at all - she was pretending to be unconscious. ”

Thinking about it in my heart, I feel even more interesting at the same time.

This person's purpose is not as simple as it seems on the surface, she is deliberate, it seems that she is just trying to get close to herself?

According to his own personality, in the face of a seriously injured and unconscious woman, even if she is at fault first, she will not sit idly by.

In this way, she has a reason to stay with her.

- What the hell does she want to do?

After thinking about it, he couldn't do such a thing as healing, so Nan Ming called a few people and asked them to carry the woman away and send her for treatment.

Then, as expected, after she recovered from her injury, she stayed at Nan's house and didn't leave.

Every once in a while, he ran to the door of Nanming's house and handed tea and water like a subordinate. Or in the middle of the night, suddenly a sad song was played, and the sound of the piano wafted into his ears.

Sometimes, he deliberately walked in front of him, showing a gloomy expression.

After more than half a month like this, Nan Ming finally realized: This woman's strange behavior is not to arouse her compassion and make people feel pity?

But I don't have this kind of emotion......