The young boy had eaten a full meal in the city of Yamazuki for several days—it seemed that he had not eaten so full for a long time, and he had not remembered the uncomfortable feeling of having his stomach propped up for a long time.

Although when he was in the East China Sea, he would also go to eat hot pot with You Chunshan.

But when eating becomes a pleasure at the top rather than a desire at the bottom, it is difficult for people to eat so much.

Once the appetite wears off, filling the stomach with food becomes a very difficult act.

When a cultivator eats, he probably rarely eats like another young man, who can make himself sick to his stomach by eating a hot pot.

But Lu Xiaoer has really eaten himself a lot these days.

I had to put down my sword, let go of my thoughts of cultivation, and paced in the courtyard and alleys.

No single grain of rice is wasted.

The young boy still adheres to a pious Lingnan concept.

They will always become an explosion of power in the body of the sword cultivator.

Zhang Sandu was a little worried that this seemingly calm little boy was actually oversad, so he overeaten, and when he saw that the little boy was stretched to sit at the gate of the courtyard with a sword and drool, he refused to bring two bowls of rice to the little boy after he was killed.

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything, which made Zhang San feel very weird, so he secretly hid outside the alley and guarded, and then saw that the little boy continued to wait there after eating the food he sent and drinking a glass of wine.

When you don't want to eat, you can't stop it.

When people really want to eat, they can't stop it.

Zhang San thought worriedly and walked out.

When the little boy saw Zhang San go and return, he was still a little panicked, and subconsciously wanted to hide the food. It's just that I probably thought about what I ate and how much I ate, and it has nothing to do with Zhang San, so why be afraid?

So he sat there with a bulging stomach, stuffing the balls into his mouth while pretending not to see Zhang San.

This man from Shanyue City, who had become a lot more cautious after being taken aback by Chen Qingshan's story, didn't know where he got the courage at this time, stepped forward, lifted the ears of the small hot pot in front of Lu Xiaoer, and threw it out of the alley.

"Don't eat it! If you eat it again, you'll die. ”

Zhang San said very loudly.

Lu Xiaoer was a little dazed, and he also sat there a little suddenly, looking at the balls rolling down the alley in a daze, and after being silent for a while, the little boy didn't say anything, just stood up silently and with difficulty, leaned down, and picked up the balls on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang San stepped forward quickly, and with a chirp, he trampled the ball to pieces.

Lu Xiaoer said melancholy: "I eat mine, and it has nothing to do with you....."

Zhang San was stunned, but then reacted, and said in a deep voice: "You are only twelve years old, and you also rented my house, during this period, if you support yourself to death, according to the laws of the world, I will bear a certain responsibility, why do you say it doesn't matter?" ”

Lu Xiaoer probably didn't know these cumbersome human laws, stood there for a long time, then stood up straight, and said very seriously: "I know in my heart, I won't support myself to death." ”

Zhang San frowned, but looked at the young man who was very sober and calm, and did not have any sense of depression, and asked, "Then why do you eat so much?" ”

Lu Xiaoer sighed, poked a pill with the Xiwu Sword in his hand, raised it, and said softly: "Because I have something to do, but my realm is not enough, I can only make myself as strong as possible." ”

Zhang San stood there silently, and after a long time, he raised his feet, looked at the sparse balls under his feet, and said melancholy: "But you don't know that you can't be a fat man by eating in one bite?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, looked at himself in Xiwu's sword, and then looked at Zhang San and said, "Do you see if I have a much better complexion than when I first came." ”

Zhang San looked at the little boy for a long time, but he had to admit that this was indeed the case.

Such a young boy who trekked from Lingnan to the East China Sea and then came back from the East China Sea, although he still has clear eyebrows, but when he watched it before, he always made people feel a little thin and a little haggard.

But in the past few days, the edges and corners of his face have become a little rounder, and they are quite white.

Zhang San was silent for a long time, and then said puzzledly: "Then what? ”

Lu Xiaoer blew the ball on the sword, then stuffed it into his mouth, and said seriously: "In this way, I will have more strength to swing my sword." ”

Zhang San seemed to suddenly understand something, looked at Lu Xiaoer in a daze and asked, "You want to go back to Lingnan?" ”

When talking about Lingnan, the little boy is always calm.

So that sentence of response was equally calm and indifferent.

"Yes."

Zhang San shook his head and said very firmly: "This is impossible, the road from Shanyue to Lingnan has all become a battlefield, even if it is above the world, it is blocked by the Dao sword light, and you can't pass through." ”

The participation of the gentleman of the Hanging Yuan in the war naturally means that the sword cultivator and the witch cultivator are mixed in the war together. Such a war will naturally not leave the teenager with any way to go through.

Lu Xiaoer continued to pick up the balls on the ground.

"Nothing is impossible."

"But Lingnan has become the base camp of those rebels, what can you do even if you pass through?"

Although Zhang San is a man of the world, but the people of the world may not be able to know the affairs of the world in detail, not to mention, such a war, at the door of the world's people, if it were not for such a city of mountain and moon barriers from the hands of the Tiangong Division, maybe Zhang San would have already gone to the north with those Lingnan teenagers.

Lu Xiaoer sat there calmly, the balls had already been picked up, and there was still some soup at the bottom of the small hot pot that had been tumbling a few times, he picked up all those things, and still sat there, boiling the soup at the bottom of the pot, and while putting them in his mouth, he said, "That's why I have to eat more." ”

This may not be a positive answer.

But the answer is naturally in such a sentence as a reason.

If you don't do anything, you still have to go, so you can only eat a little.

Zhang San sighed and sat down, looked at the little boy and said, "It seems that your Lingnan sword cultivation is indeed very stupid. ”

Prime Minister scolded Cong Blade King Bastard, and the world scolded Lingnan for being stupid.

But it's probably all the same.

None of the sentences were genuinely insulting.

Lu Xiaoer nodded as a matter of course.

"Uncle Zhang, you're so right."

The little boy's answer made Zhang San a little speechless.

Those who do not fight are naturally invincible.

You scolded him and he said you were right, so what else could you do?

Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Zhang San didn't ask about meaning or anything like that.

When arguments are reduced to meanings, no matter how far-reaching they may be, they are unacceptable.

Zhang San sat on the side and thought for a long time, then looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Do you really have to go over?" ”

Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Yes, my master, my junior brother, they may all stay there, I always have to go back and see." After all, I am the second senior brother. ”

Zhang San didn't care about what Lu Xiaoer said, he just stood up, took out a money bag from his arms, counted the money for a long time, and then threw it into the little boy's arms.

"Then I won't rent it to you."

Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "Why? ”

Zhang San said softly: "Although I can't persuade you, but watching a twelve-year-old boy die, even if there is no law in the world, this is not a thing to do." ”

Although Lu Xiaoer was young, he was a sword cultivator who knew the water realm, and Zhang San naturally had no way to forcibly stop him.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "It's okay, I didn't plan to stay for a long time." ”

Zhang San stood up and said seriously, "I will go to the city and inform those cultivators." ”

Lu Xiaoer raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, put the sword in his hand into the sheath, turned around and walked towards the south end of the alley.

That's probably what I mean by leaving now.

Zhang San looked at this scene and was stunned for a long time.

You can't stop anyone from eating.

People are leaving?

The middle-aged man suddenly jumped to his feet and shouted in the alley, and then ran out of the alley with his hands shaking wildly.

"Someone, robbing money, killing people..."

It's like a scoundrel.

Lu Xiaoer didn't understand what he was going to do, but he saw many people suddenly running outside the alley.

Zhang San mingled in the crowd, pointed at the little boy and said, "It's him, rob me of my money!" ”

Lu Xiaoer frowned, but he suddenly understood what Zhang San was going to do. The little boy looked at the people who rushed towards him, and he was also a little panicked for a while.

Although he had seriously thought about how he would walk through those swords-filled battlefields when the time came, he was also a little overwhelmed when facing these nearby worlds.

"You ....."

Before Lu Xiaoer's words were finished, he was overshadowed by Zhang San's voice.

"It's him, don't look at his young age, but his mind is very bad, relying on himself to learn a little sword, living in my yard and eating my food without paying, and planning to beat me up....."

Lu Xiaoer was silent, he wanted to beat himself up.

It's just that the little boy is also very puzzled in his heart, why is there really so many people running to arrest him when he screams?

Of course, Lu Xiaoer didn't know that although Zhang San was only Zhang San, he had a daughter named Zhang Lizi who went to practice with a Taoist cultivator - of course people knew such a thing.

Zhang San may also feel a little ashamed of his doggy behavior, but now he can only do this, and continue to pull his throat there to make up the accusations of the little boy.

A group of people rushed up, but when Lu Xiaoer was stunned, they really threw him down there.

The little boy who was already eating with a bulging stomach almost threw up all the food he had eaten.

Zhang San stood silently behind the crowd, he knew that the little boy who had eaten and drunk enough to be suddenly knocked down would definitely be very uncomfortable.

It's just uncomfortable, and it's better than running out to die.

It's just that when Zhang San was still thinking about whether to send it to heaven or to send it to the government, the sound of swords suddenly sounded in this alley.

The little boy's hands and feet were naturally held down, and the sword was taken away.

But this is the difference between the cultivation of sword intent and the cultivation of swordsman and sword potential.

They still held the sword in their hands.

But it doesn't have to be a sword in your hand, either.

So the Xiwu Sword that was taken away by someone, in the little boy's mind, suddenly broke through the light of the world with a cold light.

At the same time, there seemed to be many swords in the battlefields outside the city—the war was still going on.

The crowd panicked and let go of the boy, ran around the alley, and scattered.

Lu Xiaoer was a little out of breath when he was pressed, and at this time he finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and stood up with the bluestone in the alley, and spit out two more mouthfuls of saliva, only then did he feel better, reached out and caught the Xiwu sword that had not seen blood, and sent it back to the sheath, and then looked at Zhang San, who was standing silently and sincerely in the alley.

The latter said seriously: "If you go out, you may really die, we are in the city, and sometimes we will be injured by some out-of-control overflowing sword light, let alone passing through that battlefield?" ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything, just bent down on the ground to pick up those scattered copper plates, then held them in the palm of his hand, walked over, stood in front of Zhang San, looked up at this man, was silent for a long time, Lu Xiaoer said very seriously: "I didn't rob you of your money, and I didn't do those shameful things, you don't..."

"It has ruined the reputation of Lingnan."

The young man stuffed the money into Zhang San's hand, then turned around calmly and continued to walk towards the south.

Zhang San sighed, and finally didn't continue to stop it, silently put away the money, and turned around to clean up the filth in the alley.

The little boy left this alley with nothing to eat, and also left the city of mountains and moons.

......

Since the first fire in the world began to be lit in Shanyue City, Zhuxi has always been very concerned about the rumors in the city.

The kind of anger and tremor that Zhang Xiaoyu brought to Zhuxi still remained in the heart of this Heavenly Hell Dao Cultivator for a long time.

The grass and trees are ruthless. It's just that what kind of story the wind blows, the world can only be what kind of story.

Such a little sword cultivator named Lu Xiaoer, who was born in Lingnan and traveled all the way back from the East China Sea, Zhuxi naturally noticed it at the beginning.

This Taoist in the black robe of the Heavenly Hell stood silently on the street, leaning on the guardrail, looking at such a little sword cultivator who came out of the alley where some stories had happened for a short time, and his expression was probably a little sighing.

"The people of Lingnan are indeed stupid, stupid to a height that is difficult for us to reach."

What is stupid, stupidity is not sober, irrational, knowing that it is unstoppable and deserving it, knowing that it cannot be done.

It's not the same as being stupid and stupid.

Just as when the rebellion in the south first started, Lingnan could have retreated to the north knowing that it was invincible, rather than desperately defending the mountains.

But Zhuxi can never be said to such a thing.

If Lingnan retreated at the first time, then it is obvious that Shanyue City will bear the brunt, when the northern armor has not been supported, and the southern defense is empty, the first wave of the offensive of Huangliang Wujia and the southern rebels can go directly to the Liuyun Mountain Range, you must know that beyond the Liuyun Mountain Range, it can already be said to be the middle of Huai'an.

This is obviously an unacceptable thing for the entire Huai'an.

From ancient times to the present, even in the original era of the prosperity of Guchu, this land north of Daze has never been penetrated here.

So he could only say a stupid word dryly.

Beside Zhuxi, there was a man from Heaven and Prison who was also dressed in a black robe, and it was a young man with a broken knife on his back.

The sword cultivator who has broken through the seven realms and entered the eight realms, Ximen.

Although Zhuxi is a Nine Realms Dao cultivator, it is obvious that he is much older than this young man in terms of age.

The status and weight of the two in the world are naturally different.

Even for the cultivation world, such a sword cultivation that carried the sword in an era when sword cultivation was flourishing was extremely rare.

Ximen and Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't see each other for the first time.

When they were in Yunjue Town, the two had some intersections, but probably the story at that time was more about his uncle.

This knife cultivator who was injured because of the mountains and rivers that Li Shi lent to Beitai, since he has broken through the realm, is probably almost better, standing there with a deep breath, if it weren't for the broken knife behind him, maybe the breath would be stronger, but the broken knife can't bring some more powerful taste.

"They have to be like this, of course we have nothing to say."

Simon quietly looked at the young man who was heading south on the street in the distance, and said slowly.

Although Lingnan killed some people from heaven in the mountains for the sake of a certain teenager.

It's just that with the fall of such a Sword Sect, Ximen never mentioned those things again, including Di Qianjun.

The world is not a saint.

Saints are not necessarily incapable of selfishness.

Zhuxi turned his head to look at Ximen for a long time, and said softly: "But you will come to see such a young man today, and it probably doesn't look like you will have nothing to say." ”

Ximen was silent for a while, but said with a sigh: "After all, I also want to see what this Lingnan Sword Cultivator, who was supposed to be on the other side of the East China Sea, suddenly returned to Shanyue City, what he wanted to do." ”

Zhuxi turned his head and quietly looked at the young man who was heading south.

"He wants to go back to Lingnan, or maybe he wants to avenge Lingnan."

It's not something that's hard to guess.

Simon watched quietly and said nothing.

It took a long time for this sword cultivator to hold on to the guardrail in front of him, jump to the street below, and also head towards that side.

Zhuxi raised his eyebrows and looked at this young Dao Xiu.

"Where are you going?"

Simon carried a broken knife on his back and walked on the street in a very chic manner.

"I'll send him off."

Zhuxi looked at Ximen with a strange expression, thought for a while, and continued to ask, "Where to send it?" ”

Ximen said calmly: "Of course it's Lingnan, otherwise it's Luming?" ”

Send the Buddha to the West.

But Simon was just a teenager.

Zhuxi was silent for a while, and said, "There is no shortage of human overhauls and spirit witches in the Hanging Courtyard. ”

Even Simon may naturally be buried in the story of that war like many little sword cultivators.

But Simon didn't seem to hear it.

People can be bad people sometimes, and sometimes they can't be good people.

It just depends on which river it is.