"No, no, really, you believe me."

Sang Er's face was cold: "It's better to do so." ”

"By the way, little sparrow, my name is Cen Sang'er, Cen Shang, no, Cen Xiaojiu is his own sister. It's early anyway, so why don't I tell you their story? ”

Sparrow always remembers the antidote: "Wait, the antidote hasn't been given yet." ”

"The antidote? There is no antidote, they just fell for Ecstasy powder, and it will be time to wake up in a while. ”

Sparrow's tone was firm: "Is everything you said true?" Don't lie to me. ”

"Why should I lie to you?"

“…… Okay, let's talk about it. ”

From Cen Sang'er's mouth, Sparrow knew such a story.

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Once upon a time, there was a sect called Lingyun.

This sect is famous for its sword, and its ancestors have been sword wizards for generations.

One day, the sect master brought back a young man covered in blood.

The boy looked like he was about ten years old, and his face was still a little immature, but his eyes were surprisingly cold, not at all like the eyes that should be there at this age.

The next day, the sect master summoned all the sect disciples to gather and announced that he would accept the young man as the first disciple. As soon as these words came out, they instantly caused all the disciples to discuss.

"What is the origin of this young man? On the first day he entered our sect, he became the first disciple. ”

"Who knows? Maybe it's a rich man's noble son who spends money to become this first apprentice. ”

"Don't say that, our sect master has always treated everyone equally, honest and honest, and you can't get him with money."

"Oh, that might be a façade! He looks like this on the outside, you know what he thinks in his heart? You're not a roundworm in his stomach. ”

"That's right."

The young man's ears were not deaf, so he naturally heard these words.

He didn't say a word, and bowed his head silently.

The sect master noticed his actions, touched his head, and smiled helplessly: "They just like to gossip about people, and they can't stop it." ”

The boy pretended to be indifferent: "It's okay." ”

"By the way, what's your name?" The sect master remembered that he hadn't asked the young man's name yet, so he asked.

The boy replied, "Cen Shang." ”

"Cen Shang, Cen Shang, it's a good name." The sect master touched his beard, repeated the name of the young man, and sighed, "It's a pity that it's also a miserable baby." ”

Isn't it?

Cen Shang's family encountered gangsters, his parents were killed, and his sister rolled off a cliff when she fled, and her life and death are unknown. Cen Shang fought with one enemy and three enemies, and finally killed three villains and avenged his parents.

The sect master who passed by saw his bloody nature and strong strength, and decided to accept him as his first disciple.

At first, the boy was very stubborn, saying that he didn't want to apprentice, and he just wanted to find his sister.

But how could the sect master let go of this good seedling so easily? Under the good words of the sect master, Cen Shang was shaken and chose to go back with the sect master first, so that he could become strong enough, and then go down the mountain to find his sister.

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There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter.

The four seasons are always changing silently throughout the year, and Cen Shang has grown up little by little.

Early one morning, the rooster crowed.

Cen Shang got up from the bed and went to the forbidden place to practice swords.

After practicing for a while, I noticed that there were people nearby.

"Who?"

A sword stabbed through.

The green grass was forced to fall to both sides by the fierce sword aura, and a small hairy head appeared in front of Cen Shang's eyes.

Cen Shang hurriedly turned his wrist, and the hilt of his sword was pointed at the little head.

"Who are you?" Cen Shang asked with a little curiosity.

The place where he practiced his sword was a forbidden place for the sect, and ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter without the permission of the sect master, how did this little guy get in?

"Wow-"

Crying.

Cen Shang was a little overwhelmed by this move: "Don't cry, I'll give you whatever you want." ”

"Really?" The little guy stopped crying, and his teary eyes stared straight at Cen Shang.

"Really."

"Then you give me money, you almost hurt me."

Cen Shang readily agreed: "Okay, how much do you want?" ”

"A little."

It wasn't until the little guy basically took away his entire bag of money that Cen Shang understood what it meant to be billion.

After getting the money, the little guy stopped crying instantly, and slipped away directly, running faster than a rabbit.

What a money-loving and cunning little fox.

Cen Shang commented on the little guy in his heart.

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A month later, the little guy came again, this time bringing a lot of food to Cen Shang.

Cen Shang has a good mouth.

After a full meal, the little guy stretched out his hand and tilted his head: "There is no free meal in the world, give money." ”

Cen Shang: "......"

Sure enough, it's still the familiar little fox who is a fan of money.

Cen Shang obediently handed over the money to the little guy: "What's your name?" Did you sneak away from the forbidden land? ”

"Yan Wu Zhiyun." The little guy blinked and replied, gesticulating a "shhhhh ”

"No, it won't." Cen Shang is not the kind of person who likes to make small reports, so he answered in the affirmative.

"That's good, that's good." Yan Wu Zhiyun touched her heart and secretly ran away from the forbidden land, but it was a big crime, and it was a matter of being locked up for a week.

Yan Wu Zhiyun thought for a while and spoke: "I told you my name, so should you also tell me your name?" ”

"Cen Shang."

"What a nice name."

"Thank you." Cen Shang didn't dare to speak more, for fear that his money would be inadvertently cheated away by this little guy.

"I'll come to you every day in the future, okay?"

Cen Shang looked at Yan Wu Zhiyun's dress and judged that she was an outer disciple.

But aren't the outer disciples all in groups? How could she not have playmates?

Out of politeness, I asked, "Why?" ”

"Because you are good-looking, much better than those crooked melons and cracked dates." Yan Wu Zhiyun's words were not tactful at all, Cen Shang's face turned red at this moment, and he turned his head away and did not look at him.

Yan Wu Zhiyun didn't understand why Cen Shang didn't dare to look at her head-on: "Why don't you want to look at me?" I'm telling the truth. ”

"I know." After Cen Shang finished speaking, he slowly turned his head, "You know what? Your words are a bit misleading. ”

"Huh? Have it? Yan Wu Zhiyun put her hands on her cheeks, her face full of doubts.

What a sultry little fool.

Alas.

"Yes."

Yan Wu Zhiyun heard Cen Shang's sigh: "Why do you sigh? ”

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh." Yan Wu Zhiyun pursed her lips, "So can I come to you every day to play?" ”

"No, you can't." Cen Shang wanted to practice swords, but immediately refused.

"Okay." Yan Wu Zhiyun sniffed, tears flashing in her eyes, "It seems that you dislike me." ”

"That's not what I meant." Seeing that Yan Wuzhiyun was about to cry again, Cen Shang hurriedly waved his hands, "If you are not afraid of trouble, you can come every day." ”

"Really? Are you sure? ”

"Of course it's true."

"Yay!" Yan Wu Zhiyun jumped three feet high and stretched out his hand, "Then high-five as an oath." ”

"Yes."

Crisp applause rang out.

"Smack-"