"Little girl, how much do you get paid for your task?" said Zoligetu.

"A hundred taels of silver. The little girl shook the small bag diagonally on her shoulder with some ostentation, revealing the corner of the silver ticket.

"Yo, yes. Zhuoligetu laughed and asked, "So... Where's your big sister?"

"Over there. The little girl stretched out a white finger and pointed in a direction, and Zhuoligetu immediately looked over.

Lu Ming and the others also looked over, in the distance, there was a group of girls composed of a sword group, looking at the clothes on the body or a certain sword academy, the head of a girl was nearly one meter seventy tall, looking at it from a distance, you could also see that she looked very upright, with black hair scattered softly on her shoulders, slender and bewitching, especially the fingers of her hands, which were slender compared to other girls, and she carried double swords on her back.

And when the girl saw Ouyang Luo's eyes like electricity, she immediately lowered her head shyly and dodged the past, her smooth black hair covered her blushing cheeks, and her shy appearance immediately attracted a burst of laughter from the girls.

Zhuo Ligetu's small eyes immediately widened, and he shouted: "Damn, Ouyang Luo, isn't it? Your guy's luck is too good, right?"

Lu Ming smiled faintly, it was no surprise that Ouyang Luo had always been in the limelight like this, in his memory, in the period of time he had been with him before, he had already received no less than twenty love letters from different girls.

Ouyang Luo was very cold, as cold as a sword, but he was a gentleman, facing every girl who sent a letter. No matter whether they are beautiful or ugly, they will treat them equally, and they will give a good response, have a meal with them, and chat.

In Ouyang Luo's opinion, no matter what, it takes courage for the other party to send him a love letter, and if he can be looked down upon, he should also respond to this courage a little better. As for the follow-up. It really depends on fate.

This time, Ouyang Luo was still like this, simply said hello to Lu Ming, took the letter from the little girl's hand, and walked over.

Zoligetu suddenly remembered something. hurriedly chased a few steps. Quietly stuffed a stack of silver tickets into Ouyang Luo's hand. and secretly instructed: "Men, be generous, but." Remember the way home!"

Seeing the evil smile on the fat face of his friend outside the Saiwai, Ouyang Luo shook his head speechlessly and walked over.

"Yes, he really did. The slender girl saw Ouyang Luo put away the letter and walked over, she suddenly became nervous, and couldn't help but take a few steps back: "He's here, what should I do?"

"I'll take a look...... many girls looked over, and saw a handsome swordsman with a tall figure walking over, his steps were not slow, but there was such a sharpness, the whole person was like a moving sword, and the heroic spirit was so compelling.

The girl was so stunned that she woke up in an instant, but she didn't dare to make eye contact with him at all, but lowered her head lower, and ten slender fingers were tangled together, as if she wanted to step forward, but she was as entangled and shy as she was retreating.

"Hello, my name is Ouyang Luo. The words were still blunt, but polite.

The girl's chin was already touching her chest, her feet were moving, and her long silky hair was swaying, shining like ripples in the sun.

"Look, everyone is here, you can't go over? are you still waiting for us to grab it?" hehe......

Many other girls frolicked and pushed the girl out and stood in front of Ouyang Luo, she finally mustered up the courage to raise her head, revealing her beautiful face, and her eyes were full of courage.

"Hello, my name is Maisha. As the girl spoke, two more clusters of red rose on her cheeks.

"Tut-tut......" Zhuo Ligetu shook his head and said sourly: "I haven't tasted receiving love letters yet, what is it like to see a girl." ”

Qing'er looked at her friend outside the Saiwai, her big eyes blinked a few times, but she was speechless for a while.

Lu Ming smiled indifferently, patted Qing'er's naughty little head, and the group walked back to the swordsman's station.

On the way, he passed several pill pharmacies, and Lu Ming took everyone in to sweep them and buy a lot of high-quality healing pills.

It's just that what makes Leng Jian strange is that Lu Ming only buys healing pills, and as long as the pills are good, he is definitely not afraid of spending money, but he didn't even look at the various pills that can quickly restore sword qi, so he paid and walked out of the pharmacy, and he is so rich, but he never wants to buy the recovery pill at the auction, as a swordsman, at this point, it shouldn't be!

Leng Jian thought of it, so he asked.

Lu Ming felt that Leng Jian was a friend worth making, so he said indifferently: "In my opinion, it is a medicine that is poisonous. The same is true for healing medicine, when the injury is most recovered, it will definitely leave a lot of residue in the body, so try to use high-grade pills with few impurities, so that it will reduce some unnecessary troubles for the future kendo path. As for the elixir that restores the sword qi, even if it is advanced enough to be refined by the sword immortal himself, and it is still a penny, don't use it, because the amount of our own sword qi is actually enough, how to use the sword qi reasonably, when and how much should be used, which sword does not need sword qi at all, we should know it in our hearts when judging the opponent, in the battle, as long as we overpower the opponent, in this way, even if we fight continuously for a day and a night, the sword qi will not be exhausted. ”

Leng Jian and everyone nodded incessantly, this requires strong judgment and the ability to control power, which is a test of the quality of the swordsman himself, but as long as he does this, no matter what his talent is, he is a genius in combat.

At this point, Leng Jian admired Lu Ming's insight even more, because he was a swordsman without a sword body, but he was a real genius in combat.

And the reason why I can tell myself this is that I really make myself a friend. Thinking about his previous tsundere, Leng Jian also blushed.

After everyone returned to the station, they found that there were a few more swordsmen in the compound, and they were all dressed in a variety of colors, so they should have come from behind, and they were walking towards those more advanced stations, apparently wanting to join some teams temporarily. These people just glanced at Lu Ming and the others, and then continued to walk towards the high-level station, after all, people with some identities and talents would not live in such a shabby place.

Lu Ming smiled casually and walked inside.

However, at this time, outside the door of the old sword master's room, there stood a slightly chubby old man, he was wearing a crimson robe, and there was a wide-mouthed sword that was narrower than the big sword in both hands, but wider than the long sword, and a pair of leopard eyes on his slightly fat face, and there was anger burning inside.

Yes, the old man was very angry, he had been the master of the Jinghua Sword Academy for decades, and he had only accepted two apprentices with excellent qualifications.

That Zhao Fengyi, whether it is talent or appearance, will be a swordsman who can be recorded in history by the Sword Hall Organization in the future, but where can I imagine that before the trial began, the apprentice of the master of my dignified Jinghua Sword Academy was beaten by someone, or was he slapped by a big man with a hundred slaps......

How unreasonable!

The anger in the old man's eyes intensified, and there was a tendency to race over the color of the clothes on his body. It's just that I heard that the Sword Saint of Destruction is also here, although I am not afraid of him, but with him, I still have a lot of inconveniences, and today it is easy to wait for him to go out to do errands, and I must not let go of this opportunity.

"Qian Wantong, you old ghost is young and weird in front of my door, come in and talk about something. ”

Hearing Ji Wujian's words, Qian Wantong pushed the door and walked in, and saw that he was drinking tea comfortably, and there were many delicate teacups on the small table in front of him, but they were all upside down, only his own cup had steaming tea in it, wafting the fragrance......

Qian Wantong snorted heavily and said, "Your apprentice hit my precious female apprentice the day before yesterday, and it was a full hundred slaps...... It's all like ...... Anyway, your apprentice hit my apprentice, and this matter ......"

"This matter has already been dealt with by the Sword Hall. "The old sword master picked up the small cup again, took a sip, and praised 'It's really good tea'.

Qian Wantong's leopard eyes suddenly widened: "Who do you say is bad?"

"I'm talking about tea. The old sword master glanced at him angrily: "Your apprentice was carried away after finishing his work, and he lay comfortably on the bed to rest, my apprentice, he was punished by the Sword Hall to stay in the confinement room all night, all night!"

Seeing the exaggerated appearance of the old sword master, Qian Wantong's nose was crooked, and he said angrily: "This ...... What the is this punishment? They didn't dare to punish Shen Tu severely because of Shen Tu's reputation for destroying the Sword Saint......

"According to your intentions, you are going to personally come to overturn the punishment result of the rules of the Sword Hall?" the old sword master smiled.

"......" Qian Wantong was directly speechless, after all, the Sword Hall Organization is the largest organization of swordsmen, and its rules must be followed even if he is in the realm of Sword Heroes, but Ji Wujian, this old guy's head is really enough, as soon as he came up, he moved out of the rules to restrain me, and the words 'let the rules of the Sword Hall go to hell' are absolutely unacceptable.

"The Sword Hall is considering trials, and I don't care about it at all. Qian Wantong said gloomily: "Since Jiantang doesn't care, then I plan to take care of this matter myself, and now I want you to give me an explanation." ”

At this time, Lu Ming and the others just walked into the corridor, but as soon as his feet stepped into the corridor, the corners of his eyebrows jumped, and he took back his steps, and raised his hand to stop everyone behind him. When he raised his hand, his left hand touched a soft mass, but at this time, no one cared about it, because everyone felt that a murderous aura had spread. (To be continued......)