In a few moments, the old man was gone, still holding a wooden plate in his hand.

The guy quickly came to the table and said, "Guest officer, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, this is the meal you ordered." ”

As he spoke, he brought the dishes from the wooden plate to the table.

This is, Nie Donglai suddenly remembered something, and said, "Fatty, you wait for me, I'll come when I go." ”

Mu Guitian was stunned for a moment and said, "Why are you going? ”

Nie Donglai said: "Just came out, I forgot to take the sword." ”

As he spoke, he got up and walked upstairs, without waiting for Mu Guitian to answer.

Mu Guitian looked at Nie Donglai's back in a daze, a little confused.

"What a strange man, is a sword more important than rice?"

He muttered quietly.

In his opinion, his sword can not be taken at any time? What's more, now in the inn, no one will go to get a broken sword, can't he go back to get it early after eating?

Actually, Nie Donglai can't say what the reason is, although he has not used a sword for six years, and in the six years before, he never knew what a sword was.

However, since the woman in black handed the Longquan Sword into his hands, he had a feeling as if this sword was a part of his body, indispensable, this was a very wonderful feeling, indescribable, but real.

In addition, these days, this sword has been by his side, except for the time when he was in a coma last night, no matter when and where, what he was doing, Longquan Sword has never left his body, and that feeling has become clearer and clearer, just because of a gag with Mu Guitian, he forgot to bring Longquan Sword when he came out, and as soon as he arrived downstairs, Nie Donglai felt empty in his heart, and there was a sense of loss for no reason, and that feeling was as irritating as if the girl he liked the most, but he was disdainful of himself.

Back on the third floor, seeing that the Longquan Sword was still lying peacefully on the square table in the room, Nie Donglai's heart suddenly settled down, and walked to the square table, Nie Donglai gently picked up the Longquan Sword in his hand, for fear that his recklessness would disturb it.

With the sword in his chest, Nie Donglai gently peeled off the black cloth that wrapped the sword, and slowly pulled out half of the Longquan sword.

"Buzz ......"

With a crisp and melodious sword sound, the entire sword body of the Longquan Sword suddenly trembled violently, Nie Donglai clearly felt the meaning it was trying to express, and the excitement was mixed with a little resentment, as if he was coquettish, and he felt a little dissatisfied that Nie Donglai didn't touch it all night, but it was more joyful and excited, as if he was glad that Nie Donglai hadn't forgotten it in the end.

Feeling its emotions, a trace of self-blame flashed on Nie Donglai's face, he stroked the Longquan Sword with a tender face, and whispered: "I'm sorry for letting you be wronged, but don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, and for the rest of your life, I will never let you leave me for half a step." ”

His voice was gentle and firm, like an infatuated man making the most loyal vows to his beloved woman.

"Buzz ......"

Longquan Sword seemed to understand Nie Donglai's confession, and trembled violently.

Seeing it like this, Nie Donglai felt uncomfortable for a while, and he secretly swore in his heart that since he had chosen it, he had to treat it with sincerity and take care of it with his life.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

Everything has a spirit, but some of the expressions are very simple and pure, while some seem very tortuous and subtle, and some are even full of dirt and intertwined with dirt.

The so-called soul beauty is the best beauty.

It seems that he is still too selfish after all, and he can't get rid of the shackles of a layman. ”

Nie Donglai sighed softly.

"Poof!"

The Longquan sword was returned to the sheath, and Nie Donglai carefully put on the black clothes for it, and then slowly tied the Longquan sword to his back.

Nie Donglai looked back at the hilt of the sword on his side shoulder, and said with a smile: "You shouldn't dislike the current appearance is too ugly, right?"

“......”

There was silence, his question was destined to be unanswered, the Longquan Sword was a sword after all, and it had no way to speak.

When Nie Dong saw that it didn't respond, he grinned very self-righteously: "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence!"

Fortunately, Longquan Jian couldn't speak, otherwise it would have jumped up, pointed at Nie Donglai's nose and scolded: "Why are you so cheap?"

Just as Nie Donglai walked to the staircase on the second floor, a noisy sound came from the hall on the first floor.

It was loud, like someone was arguing over something.

Nie Dong came to follow the prestige, only to see that the square table between him and Mu Guitian before was surrounded by people, and at that moment he frowned, and said to himself: "I was obviously fine just now, just this time, is something wrong?"

Hurriedly walked down the stairs, pushed through the crowd, and walked forward, only to find Mu Guitian standing at the square table with an angry face, and opposite him was a ruffian young man.

At this time, the young man was sitting on the bench opposite Mu Guitian, his right foot stepping on the end of the stool under his buttocks, holding a long sword with a red gem the size of a thumb embedded in the hilt of his right hand in his right hand, his right arm resting on the knee of his right leg, the long sword was not unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was against the bench, side by side with his right foot.

He stared at Mu Guitian with an arrogant face, and said angrily: "Do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

Behind him, there was an old man in green, the old man looked ordinary, but Nie Donglai found that he was very unusual, he just stood there quietly, but there was an aura rippling around him.

Behind Mu Guitian was a delicate-looking young man and a beautiful girl, they were all dressed plainly, standing with each other in their arms, obviously not children of wealthy families.

However, Nie Donglai noticed that there was a very clear slap mark on the left half of the young man's cheek, but he didn't seem to feel the pain on his face, he just stared at the young man opposite, his fists were clenched tightly, and the girl looked at the slap mark on the young man's face, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she felt that she would fall at any time.

Although the other people in the inn were watching, they were all quiet, no one said anything, and many of them looked at the young man with eyes full of jealousy, obviously either the identity of the young man made them scruples, or the strength of the young man made them dare not act rashly.

However, there are also some bold people who look at the young people with hatred, as if the young people have some hatred with them.

"Fatty, what's going on?"

As soon as Mu Guitian wanted to speak, Nie Donglai interjected and asked in a deep voice.

Mu Guitian had been looking coldly at the young man opposite him and the old man in green behind him just now, and he didn't notice Nie Donglai's arrival, until Nie Donglai spoke up, he found that Nie Donglai had come to his side at some point.