In Bai Yujing, Hong Mao was uneasy, just because he had an extra little brother, and this little brother was the master he respected the most.

At first, when he heard that there were new guards in the building, Hong Mao was ready to give the kid a dismount, but what he didn't want to come was the king's power, and the level was much lower than him.

Bai Yujing has his own set of rules, not that the higher the cultivation, the more respected, the only evaluation standard here is swordsmanship, if you can understand a few layers of Bai Yujing's swordsmanship, you can challenge the defenders of that floor.

If you win, you will take the other party's position, if you lose, you will not be good at learning, and you can only stay in the lower layer, like Hong Mao is on the seventh floor, and Tang Xin is worse and is on the fifth floor.

Zhao Shuquan could originally protect the eleventh layer, but he dispersed his cultivation during the battle with Di Xin, and swore that he would only comprehend his own swordsmanship in this life, not only losing the title of the second sword cultivator of the Three Immortals, but also taking the initiative to resign and transfer away from Bai Yujing.

There are still some advantages of being a guard in Bai Yujing, in addition to a three-day holiday for a month, you can also pick a book of exercises on your own town floor every three hundred years.

Many people in order to get their favorite exercises, or crazy demon sword, or stay on a certain layer of immobility, Wang Quanquan saw an old guy on the eighth floor, I don't know how long he sat there, his eyes were empty looking at a wall, his body was covered with spider webs, if it wasn't for the faint snort, Wang Quanquan would treat him as an air-dried old bacon.

There is also a monk on the sixth floor, it is said that he has been guarding for more than 100 years for a book of exercises, and Hong Mao wasted a lot of effort to defeat him.

Naturally, these don't have to worry about the royal authority, he has just defeated the second-layer guards, and it will take one or two hundred years from the sixth layer, and the other party will probably not be there at that time.

……

Wang Quanquan was punished for cleaning Bai Yujing, and he did not do things casually, he would get up early every day and spend two hours to scrub the high-rise building from top to bottom, and many scriptures and classics were dusted off and revealed their true colors.

"Xiao Zhao, there is so much ash in the corner, don't you see it?"

On the fifth floor, Tang Xinyi, the young sect master of the Tang Sect, commanded him, and Hong Mao next to him saw that he was disrespectful to his master and wanted to do it, but was stopped by Wang Quanquan.

The man took the rag and wiped it at the other party's point, and exclaimed:

"It's worthy of a fifth-layer guard, and his eyesight is amazing, but I really didn't notice it just now."

Tang Xin was even more proud, and raised his chin towards Hong Mao, the two have known each other since childhood, and they have been fighting for hundreds of years, although their swordsmanship is not as good as each other, but it is also relieving to be able to press on his master's head.

Wang Quanquan didn't mind this kind of play, cleaned up, and continued to clean up on the next floor, Hong Mao followed behind his ass, and asked for help several times, but he was refused.

"Hong Mao, how many floors do you think I can go up to, Master?" Wang Quanquan asked as he wiped the handrail of the staircase.

The young man pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"Master Zhao can go up to the tenth layer in a thousand years, I think you will definitely be able to do it, Master."

"What if it's only two hundred years?"

"Two Hundred Years ......"

Hong Mao carefully recalled the process of realizing the sword, and finally gave a fairly pertinent answer:

"With Master's talent, it's about five layers."

Wang Quanquan smiled, and said lightly: "Two hundred years, as a teacher, you have to go up to the eleventh floor." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded and said, "If Master says so, then it must be okay." ”

Wang Quanquan looked outside the building and whispered to himself:

"Perhaps, it won't be that long."

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Dynasty, capital.

Half a month has passed since Wang Yijing was rescued, during this time he ate well and slept soundly, not only ginseng bird's nest various supplements, Liu's kitchen will also send delicacies from time to time, young people are not polite, take all the orders, ten days, the naked eye can see a round circle.

When he was able to get out of bed, although he still felt weak, it was much better than before, Liu Baoqing also took out generous conditions to recruit him as a guard at this time, Wang Yijing knew that he had no cultivation, let alone change the dynasty, and it was difficult to get out of the yamen, so he agreed without hesitation.

On the street of the capital, Helan and Yahuan were walking in front, Wang Yijing, who was dressed in a white suit, followed behind, he pinned a sword to his waist, but it was a fake handle to scare people, and the scabbard was inserted with a wooden sword that he had sharpened.

Although Liu's family has a big business, the guards at home do not dare to openly go to the street with weapons, and there are a few swords in the house, but they are all recorded by the government, and the body of the knife is engraved with a steel seal.

Wang Yijing remembered that the capital was not so strict before, even if the empress ascended the throne three hundred years ago, he still appeared on the streets of the capital with a sword, and he didn't see anyone shouting and shouting to kill, I don't know if it was just out of the regulations or it was already there.

The master and servant in front of them turned into a clothing shop, and two or three scantily clad girls were picking out clothes, and the fat powder on their bodies was so thick that they were choking, and they looked like they were born in the land of fireworks.

"Xiao Ning, what do you think of this dress?"

Helan deliberately kept her distance from them and chose some relatively elegant clothes, when one of the girls suddenly let out a surprised voice and said:

"Yo, isn't this Little Brother Wang, it's been a few days?"

"Spring Peach girl, what a coincidence."

Helan heard the prestige, but saw that the guards who were originally behind him had already talked to several dusty women, and they seemed to be quite familiar.

……

"Wang Gongzi, you only remember Miss Chun Tao, don't you remember us?" Another woman in purple spoke in a coquettish voice, with a sour tone between her words, three points true and seven points false.

The young man said with a smile on his face:

"How can that, brother, I went to Fenghelou for the first time, but it was received by Sister Cuiluo, that beauty is a cherry, and the little brother will never forget it."

"Hehe, my brother's mouth is so sweet, it's not in vain that Sister Cuiluo is talking about you all day long." The woman in orange clothes next to her interjected at the right time.

Wang Yijing smiled even more, "No matter how sweet the little brother's mouth is, it can't compare to the rouge on the mouths of several sisters, but it's a pity that I can't taste it......"

In the middle of his words, he suddenly noticed a coldness coming from behind him, and subconsciously drew his sword and turned around and said:

"Murderous!"

In front of him, the two women looked at him with disgust, and then he remembered that he still had a duty to do, so he stuffed the broken wooden sword back into the scabbard, and after a few perfunctory words with the three Qinglou women, he went to the door, and looked at the nose and nose and started the guard work.

Yahuan Xiaoning wrinkled her brows and whispered with a little displeasure:

"Miss, this person looks upright, but I didn't expect that he was also a frequent visitor to that kind of place, are you sure that it was he who rescued him that night?"

Helan heard the words and recalled seriously, and for a while remembered the details that she had forgotten that night:

That day, she was driven by the power of medicine, like an octopus clinging to each other, and almost kissed it.

Thinking of this, the woman hurriedly shook her head to stop the picture in her mind, blushed and looked at the yawning man in the distance, and couldn't hear the "um" sound, and there was no more talk.

Yahuan was surprised by the change in her master, but she didn't ask in detail, and concentrated on helping to choose clothes.

The young man at the door didn't know that the two were discussing themselves, and while rubbing his stomach, he said to himself, "I'm hungry, I'll get something to eat later." ”

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(End of chapter)