When the little fox slowly returned to the thatched house, the young man in white and simple Jianxiu was gone, leaving the thin old woman embroidering a brand-new embroidered shoe in the house.

Her head was so low that she was almost on the upper of the embroidered shoe, and at her side there was already a beautiful embroidered shoe leaning quietly on the back of the chair.

Looking at the pair of embroidered shoes embroidered with golden silk phoenixes, the cardamom girl with a pair of ponytails narrowed her eyes slightly, inadvertently outlining the hidden charm in the corners of her eyes.

"Grandma, on the way back, I met a scholar in white clothes, who looks so handsome!"

The girl's innocent words made the old man who was almost stuck in the embroidered shoes seem to come back to his senses, straightened his back with some difficulty, pulled his face away from the embroidered shoes, and she looked at her little granddaughter who was tall and beautiful day by day, and her face was unconsciously filled with a satisfied smile.

The smile stretched from her shriveled lips to the sides, through one deep wrinkle after another.

"You little girl~"

"That scholar is a warm-hearted young man, you see that the food on the table is what he helped grandma cook. But ah, handsome is also handsome, even that face is also bad, at first glance grandma I thought he was a little ghost who came to ask grandma for his life! The old lady said "haha" and smiled, and subconsciously looked at the filled water tank in the corner of the house.

Listening to grandma's jokes, a strange gleam flashed in the little girl's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and she returned to normal, beckoning the old man to start eating.

Eating a plate of fried cabbage that I heard was made by the scholar, the little girl's eyes moved slightly, and the movements of her cheeks paused for a moment before continuing to chew, but she secretly dispelled the idea of catching up with the sword cultivator and eating him in her heart.

"What a strange guy."

……

Leaving the thatched hut that he didn't know could survive a few winters, Xun Ming, who had a somewhat complicated mind, unconsciously quickened the pace of his feet.

Although there are many broken temples in the mountains and forests, not one can appear every night, and Xun Ming happened to encounter it.

Randomly found an ancient tree that was still quite stout, tapped his toes on the trunk twice, and the young man in plain white came to the lush canopy.

After finding a more comfortable branch and lying down, he flicked his fingertips and popped out four identical snow-white flying swords, inserted them into the surrounding branches, vaguely forming a tetrahedron, guarding him in it.

The invisible "membrane" slowly seeped out from the four small swords, gradually surrounding, isolating a small world in the canopy.

These four complete sets of snow-white small swords were obtained from the Treasure Pavilion of the Leaning Moon Sect, because of the lack of killing power, only the role of supporting isolating a "small world", so although it has the grade of a high-level magic weapon, but because of the role of "chicken ribs", it "descended" in the Treasure Pavilion every year, until it was forgotten in the corner of the third layer.

The third layer of the Treasure Pavilion is the lowest level that the magic weapon can descend to.

But by chance, it was brought to Xun Gongzi, who wanted to get another cheaper magic weapon to make it whole.

And Xun Gongzi, who knew that the whole sect had a soft spot for white, was fascinated by the four "chicken rib" flying swords on the spot.

There is no other reason.

Pretty.

The four small swords are exactly the same, and in terms of size, they are one size smaller than those flying swords that are usually used for attacking, and they belong to the "array swords" that seem to be specially used for formation.

The blades of the four flying swords are snow-white, naturally exuding a piercing coldness, if carved from thousand-year-old white ice, and behind the sword grid, including the part of the sword handle, it is a faintly light blue transparent crystal, in which it can be seen that the wisps of ice blue cold are swaying in Gu Zi, and the snow white and light blue are blended in the first half of the sword grid, blending a blue and white staggered combination area, and the cold tones are blended, and a unique beauty is mixed.

He summoned the "Mid-Autumn Festival" flying sword, which he had given a festive name, and watched it quietly swim between his outstretched fingers like a silver fish.

After a long time, the young man in white lying on the branches felt that his heart gradually returned to calm.

So he sat up and used Yuehua to recover from his injuries.

In the next few days, Xun Ming tried to change several different outfits, but he still didn't meet a single monster, let alone the female goblin he was thinking about.

He traveled during the day and healed at night, and by the time the next city came into view from far away, his injuries were almost completely recovered.

A white robe with cuffs wrapped tightly around strips of cloth, a simple hairband tied to the hair on his head, and a mortal black-sheathed long sword pinned to his waist, this is Xun Ming's current outfit.

A young ranger in white.

Xun Ming originally wanted to be paired with a white sheath sword, but after thinking about it, he felt that the white sheath sword was too fancy, which did not fit his temperament as a poor young ranger.

Of course, there is another important reason that the white sheath sword is basically characterized by fancy, specifically for those families who don't know how to do martial arts, but always like to straddle the sword around their waist to show off their arrogance.

As a result, the price of those white-sheathed swords that can be slightly like his magic eyes is not affordable for those young rangers who drink the northwest wind as wine.

If he really casually paired with a white sheath sword with a sassy bag, there were only three chances of ending up, either being robbed, being beaten, or being robbed and beaten.

Although his dignified "master" of the Heavenly Realm is not afraid of these bad things, but it's always troublesome to come and go like this, isn't it?

Of course, he also understood this truth only after wearing a cheap white robe, and then squabbling a white sheath sword that was precious in the mortal world, and after walking a small alley, he found two more big burdens on his hands, and an extra twenty or thirty bearded grandson under his knees.

Xun Ming, who was a little unhappy because he stepped on a black sheathed sword, walked into the city gate with a cold face, and frightened the two obviously drunk city guards to a spirit, thinking that it was another ranger with a bad brain who came to play some kind of "solo city breaking" of Shilaozi.

Although the best record of those rangers with holes in their brains is to storm and sneak up on the two guards who guarded the gate, and then beat the guards into pigs' heads with one punch.

But if it really happened to the two of them, how could it be said that it would be a bad thing to pour blood mold, wouldn't it?

It's cool to beat people up in a crowd, but it's really not very nice to watch the door and give people a beating for nothing.

So the two big-bellied city guards who were burping stared at their eyes of different sizes because of drunkenness, and watched the white-clothed ranger with a long sword at his waist disappear out of sight with a long sword on his waist, and then took a big gulp of soju and suppressed the shock.