Passers-by sometimes suddenly think that if I walked and walked, I would have picked up ten thousand taels of gold.

Such a story is certainly possible.

It's just that even if it really happens, passers-by can't really afford to be able to afford ten thousand taels of gold.

Who can pick up gold on the road and carry it away?

So the story told by the scholar who did the odd jobs in the noodle shop was probably similar to such a thing.

Of course, scholars can have the dream of being suddenly hit by the upper echelons and then becoming a squire in the military department.

It's just that if you can't afford it, it's naturally another problem.

Zhu Congwen was wiping the table there while looking at his white arms.

Probably I can't carry the gold ten thousand taels and walk like a fly.

After all, he really doesn't know how to kill chickens yet.

So in the afternoon, when preparing the soup of the old hen's mushroom noodles, Zhu Congwen took the initiative to take over the job.

It's just that after tossing in the backyard for a long time, the scholar is still holding a knife and pressing the old hen to talk about family life.

"If I kill you, you won't blame me, will you?"

"Right."

"Right."

Of course, the old hen didn't nod, but fluttered the feathers on Zhu Congwen's body, and scratched several bloody cuts on his clean arm with very sharp claws.

If there are people from Nanyi City, they will probably say the last sentence to nine.

It's a pity that Gu Xiaoer is not from Nanyi City, watching this scholar grinding and chirping there for a long time, he stepped forward and grabbed the knife and pressed his neck is a simple knife.

Not a scholar's neck, of course.

The scholar was not taken aback, after all, he had been in the noodle restaurant for so long.

Just squatting in the backyard and looking at the old hen struggling in a pool of blood, he sighed, and ran to wash the dishes again.

......

At dusk, perhaps the shopkeeper in the restaurant also found a lot of very strange things, and always felt a little uneasy, so he sent everyone back early, and then closed the restaurant.

When Xu Chunhua was walking quietly in the twilight, she suddenly saw the scholar who was sitting outside the noodle shop and looking at the twilight cascading like clouds and mountains in a daze.

Xu Chunhua probably didn't expect to see that scholar here.

The scholar was also awakened by the very familiar figure in the afterglow, turned to look at the small town girl, probably about to say hello, but thinking of his current situation, he felt a little embarrassed.

So the raised hand naturally landed on the back of the head, scratching somewhere that didn't exist, but was extremely itchy and hot.

Xu Chunhua didn't think much about it, looking at the scholar sitting in the twilight, just thinking that he was here to bask in the sun.

After all, this noodle restaurant is on the upper floor of Huaidu at dusk in the afternoon, and as far as the eye can see, there is a great style of sprinkling thousands of rivers at dusk.

Xu Chunhua looked at the scholar, and then looked in the direction of the scholar, thinking that if she were a scholar, she would probably look at such a majestic scenery with emotion.

Although Zhu Congwen didn't look at anything, he was just in a daze.

But sometimes, in fact, you don't have to do anything, and the world will naturally make up for it.

Xu Chunhua turned her head, looked at the scholar and said softly, "Thank you the day before yesterday." ”

The scholar sat very upright - Xu Chunhua didn't know when he sat so upright, probably when he turned back to see the twilight of Huaidu.

"You're welcome, it's just a gesture."

The scholar said very gently.

Xu Chunhua stood in the twilight for a while, and then said goodbye.

The scholar looked at the back of the small town girl for a long time.

He naturally knew that the woman in the floral dress, who had been very sad, would not look back, so he sat there with his head tilted and watched for a long time.

The juniors in the store probably saw this scene again, and gathered around the window again, looking at Zhu Congwen very strangely and teasingly.

"You kid ....."

When Zhu Congwen looked back and saw a few heads by the window, he sighed helplessly.

"Can the big brothers let me go."

Gu Xiaoer and they rarely found some fun, so naturally they wouldn't let it go so easily, but after all, because Zhu Congwen was a reader, they didn't go too far.

After a long fuss, they finally calmed down, and they sighed together at dusk.

"What do you think of that girl?"

Gu Xiaoer suddenly pulled Zhu Congwen's clothes on his shoulders at the window, pointed to a long street in the distance and said.

Zhu Congwen looked over, and there was a woman walking quietly on the street.

The scholar didn't comment, just looked back at Gu Xiaoer and said seriously: "This is a bad behavior." ”

Gu Xiaoer sighed, probably thinking that Zhu Congwen didn't understand the style too much.

So a few people went back to the store and began to get busy.

Zhu Congwen sat there quietly, although he didn't say anything, but he naturally had his own opinions in his heart.

That's the average.

At least not as good as the woman who walked in front of the noodle shop.

When Zhu Congwen thought of this, he was suddenly stunned, so he remembered the boy who left yesterday without drinking soup after eating noodles.

So it's probably not that the noodles in this noodle restaurant are not delicious, it's just that the boy probably ate better noodles.

So the rest were idle.

As the scholar thought this, his eyes narrowed, and he looked over the long cascading streets covered with twilight, and looked at some street that was extremely far away like the peak of a thousand mountains.

Zhu Congwen felt as if he had seen the boy again.

After all, such a young man standing under an umbrella with a sword on his back left too deep an impression on the scholar yesterday.

The boy walked quietly in the distant horizon.

Zhu Congwen looked at it with some curiosity, he didn't know why, he felt that this young man was like a thin mushroom walking in the twilight.

The person holding the umbrella is, of course, like a mushroom.

So Zhu Congwen subconsciously remembered the story of the mushroom demon in Nanyi City last year.

The scholar naturally didn't know what happened to the mushroom demon in the end, but it was not the matter of the Human Sword Sect, or the matter of the Heavenly Hell, and it naturally had nothing to do with the students of the Hanging Xue Academy.

The scholar looked at it for a while, got up and walked towards the store, but before he raised his hand to lift the curtain, the scholar was stunned, looking at the shadows on the ground for a long time in the twilight evening breeze.

Zhu Congwen looked at it for a long time, and then turned his head a little sluggishly, looking at the young man who was walking with a sword in the distant horizon.

The scholar suddenly remembered where he had seen such a young man.

Hanging Temple.

The Hanging Courtyard in March of 1003 was the year of the Great Wind.

For a while, there was always a teenager holding an umbrella and quietly sweeping the leaves on the road.

It's just that there were not two swords behind him at that time, and the young man at that time had a more immature face, and there was no such silence as now.

Zhu Congwen was very emotional, thinking about the teenager who had rubbed shoulders many times on the trail full of bamboo leaves.

It's just that this scholar was preparing for the Gale Spring Exam at the time, so he didn't pay too much attention to the outside world.

Gu Xiaoer was tidying up the tables and chairs on the side, the business of the noodle restaurant would not be very good after dusk, so at this time, they were all starting to prepare to close.

Seeing Zhu Congwen standing at the door and entering and not coming in or out, Gu Xiaoer was carrying a stool and wiping his legs and putting it on the table, while looking at him very strangely.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Congwen came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I suddenly found that the young sword cultivator who came here to eat noodles yesterday was actually seen before. ”

Although Gu Xiaoer didn't know why Zhu Congwen, who was still chatting with a certain girl, suddenly thought of this again, he was obviously interested.

If you remove these verbose words, it is very succinctly described as a story from a woman to a sword, and probably many people will be equally curious.

"Where have you seen it?"

Gu Xiaoer looked at Zhu Congwen in surprise.

Zhu Congwen said seriously: "In the Hanging Courtyard, at that time, he seemed to have been brought in by a porter named Mr. Mei in the courtyard, and he swept the bamboo leaves and flowers on the courtyard road every day. ”

Gu Xiaoer thought back to the young man yesterday, took a deep breath, and probably felt a little incredible, even if he was just a junior who had never seen anything in the world, he could see that the young man's sword cultivation yesterday was not an ordinary sword cultivation - after all, one of those two swords was unusual at first glance.

"Sweep the floor in the yard? I wish you Congwen, you're not kidding. ”

Are all sweepers awesome?

Gu Xiaoer felt very surprised, so before Zhu Congwen could answer, he asked a question.

"Is it real or fake this time?"

Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Naturally, it's really ......"

The scholar's words were not finished.

Gu Xiaoer, who was wiping the table and chairs there, saw very clearly that the scholar's face standing at the door with the curtain lifted in the twilight became extremely pale in an instant.

It's as if I suddenly remembered something very frightening.

Gu Xiaoer hadn't had time to ask anything yet.

I saw that the scholar suddenly lowered the curtain and ran out in a hurry.

Gu Xiaoer was also taken aback, hurriedly put aside the rag in his hand, pulled out his legs and ran outside.

Zhu Congwen is running wildly on the street, but this scholar is indeed a serious scholar.

He didn't have a drunkard, nor did he have the power of the Styx that even diviners were horrified by a scholar in the Great Ze.

That's why I didn't run far at the beginning, and I was very embarrassed to fall on the street with my legs raised high and eat.

Although Gu Xiaoer didn't know what was going on, he was still a little frightened when he looked at the scholar who almost fell down on the side of the street.

After all, when Chen He stood on these hanging streets and looked at the world, it was not unreasonable to compare Huaidu to Yunchuan.

If this really falls, no matter how clever Dr. Huaidu's medical skills are, he probably won't be able to save it.

Gu Xiaoer hurriedly ran over and helped Zhu Congwen, who had fallen to the ground.

"Something happened."

Gu Xiaoer was still confused.

Zhu Congwen was supported by Gu Xiaoer, but he broke free again, still trying to chase the figure of such a young man in the distance, but the fall did make the scholar feel pain all around, and he barely took two steps, and then almost fell there.

Gu Xiaoer hurriedly walked over and held Zhu Congwen again, this time the big brother's hands were clenched tightly, and he frowned and looked at Zhu Congwen.

The scholar looked at the mushroom that gradually disappeared in the twilight in a daze, and it took a long time before he turned back to look at Gu Xiaoer beside him.

"The boy who swept the floor in the courtyard heard that he later went to the Lingnan Sword Sect."

Such a sentence is a bit of a beginning.

After all, the Lingnan Sword Sect is a relatively unfamiliar place name for these people in Huaidu, and the world may have heard of it, but not much of it.

Far inferior to Qingtian Dao.

It's not even as good as Xizhuguan and Songxue Guan

Gu Xiaoer's reaction was naturally not as sharp as Zhu Congwen's.

"Lingnan Sword Sect?"

Gu Xiaoer was about to ask something, but suddenly remembered something.

Yes, Lingnan Sword Sect.

Not long ago, I heard that the southern sword cultivation land had been leveled by the southern rebels and the Huangliang Witch Armor.

It's just that what does this have to do with Zhu Congwen's reaction?

Gu Xiaoer was still a little puzzled.

"When Nanyi City was besieged by 800,000 black armor from Huangliang, I always thought that Huaidu would react at that time."

Zhu Congwen said softly.

"But no."

"The story of Lingnan, although Huaidu finally reacted, but it was much later."

Gu Xiaoer's thoughtful appearance.

The scholar held on to the guardrail of the hanging street, stood on a high place overlooking such a majestic and magnificent capital, was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It's like someone is deliberately trying to weaken the power of the south. ”

"When I was trapped in Nanyi City, I also hated Huaidu."

Gu Xiaoer's eyes gradually widened.

It wasn't until Zhu Congwen finished his later words that this nearly forty-year-old man finally understood something.

"When I first came to Huaidu, I also wanted to go to the military department to ask about some of the things behind the stories."

It's a pity that the scholar is just a scholar, and he doesn't have the strength to be favored by the goddess to step on a footprint in white clothes.

Nor are there any swords that are used to reason behind your back.

"So you mean ......"

Gu Xiaoer muttered in disbelief.

Zhu Congwen said softly: "I saw that young man just now, and the direction he walked in was the mansion of Li Chenghe, the secretary of the Huaidu Military Department. ”

Of course, the major affairs of the military family in the world cannot be decided by the Ministry of War with a single word.

It's just that a certain young man who has been in the Hanging Courtyard but just sweeps the trail all day long, drinks and practices swords, naturally doesn't know.

Gu Xiaoer stayed there in a daze.

Although this man who is a little delicious in the Huaidu family, but the man who is a junior in an extremely ordinary noodle restaurant probably didn't expect that he would inadvertently glimpse some such stories.

So he also understood why Zhu Congwen suddenly seemed to be frightened.

It's just that Zhu Congwen's reaction seems to be too intense.

Gu Xiaoer looked at this scholar, and before he could ask, Zhu Congwen had already sighed deeply and said, "I really saw Lord Zhongshui, who was serving under the door." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked at this scholar with wide eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It's just that this demeanor at this time is obviously not because this scholar has seen the surprise of the first person in the court under the Demon Emperor Shenhe.

It's like waking up from a dream.

Gu Xiaoer understood the scholar's initial situation.

He is still doing odd jobs in the noodle restaurant as a junior, but half of his foot has been caught in the whirlpool.

He was still hanging in the street, treading the twilight, but half of his body had begun to fall downward.

The little two of the noodle restaurant can naturally hear a lot of news.

For example, Heavenly Hell doesn't seem to be very good with the Siwu Demon Mansion recently, and the people of Qingtian Dao seem to be among them.

In such a strangely named subordinate servant, naturally every move is in the eyes of many people.

And it is because of this that scholars can connect all those seemingly unrelated things.

Gu Xiaoer is strong, a man in his thirties, at the peak of his physical strength, if Zhu Congwen really stumbles and falls from here, he will be able to pull him up.

It's just that now with such a fall, Gu Xiaoer is helpless.

"Will we still be able to catch up with that young sword cultivator?"

Gu Xiaoer also had the same thoughts as Fang Cai Zhu Congwen.

It's just that now Zhu Congwen shook his head and said softly: "We caught up, can we stop it?" ”

That's a sword cultivator, not a swordsman.

Gu Xiaoer's body is strong, and he may be able to stop the swordsman, but sword cultivation is naturally impossible.

The two stood silently on the hanging street.

Huaidu is slowly moving and changing.

Just like the stars flowing.

What was usual in the past, for the two of them today, it has a feeling of dizziness that makes people want to vomit.

So my breath became dull.

Gu Xiaoer stood silent for a long time, and then limped Zhu Congwen towards the noodle restaurant.

"I'll get you some medicine to wipe first."

The scholar's dog eats is indeed standard, as if he has left himself on the street.

Therefore, the injuries caused by this are also quite serious for the world.

What Gu Xiaoer can do is probably only to help Zhu Congwen find some medicine to wipe it.

......

The boy stopped in the twilight, and in front of him stood a man with a sword in his hand.

Although there are also sword cultivators in the Heavenly Hell, it is obvious that the most eye-catching thing in the current Huaidu is those sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect.

Nine Realms Sword Cultivation, Jiang Ye.

This Jian Xiu, who had given the boy a sword on the bank of the twilight river in Nanyi City, stood there, looking at the boy who appeared on the streets of Huaidu for some reason.

"What are you going to do?"

Nan Dao looked at this former Sword Sect Senior Brother for a long time, but he also didn't understand what it meant for such a sword cultivator to suddenly walk down from the inclined platform not far away and say such a sentence.

So the young man thought about it and asked Jiang Ye very calmly.

"What is Senior Brother doing here?"

Jiang Ye frowned.

The boy didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

This Sword Sect disciple who was carrying a green vegetable sword and burned a good dish with a good hand looked at the young man for a long time, and then said slowly: "This is Huaidu, not Nanyi City, don't do something stupid." ”

Nandao still asked very seriously.

"Isn't what the senior brothers are doing stupid?"

Jiang Ye was silent for a while.

The young man seemed to have returned to the somewhat unrelenting posture of the fifteen-year-old, and laughed coldly.

"Or does Senior Brother think that only you Human Sword Sect should have the freedom of indignation?"

The young man faced such a sword cultivator who was still powerless to fight back, and walked forward very calmly.

When he passed by that sword cultivator, the young man left a sentence.

"Senior brother, between us, the story about rats and rats may have ended."

"But about Lingnan."

The boy stopped behind Jiang Ye.

"It's never over."

In the twilight, there seemed to be fine snow under the boy's umbrella.

The fall of the Lingnan Sword Sect.

The Human Sword Sect naturally could not escape the blame.