He was already a pimple, scratched his head and asked, "Senior, is there something wrong?"

The lame old man nodded, then shook his head again.

He Shan looked puzzled, when he came to the ancient temple, he saw that this young child was pitiful, so he called him to stay, wandering alone is not a way, until now, Shan has been grateful to the lame old man is still there, and he is very respectful.

"Seniors, just say whatever!"

The lame old man sighed and said, "Don't call me senior again, you can call me a stick bearer." I have been in this ancient temple for half my life, holding this dog-beating stick that presides over justice. You are the one I brought in, and you are kind to me, so let's call it that!"

Shan smiled and said, "Senior with a stick." ”

The stick bearer blinked.

"I wonder what's going on with my predecessors?" asked Shan again.

The stick bearer coughed and said lightly: "Today, I asked you a few words, and you answered truthfully. ”

He looked at him mysteriously and replied, "Okay." ”

He asked, "My first question is, are you a swordsman?"

He looked at him and replied, "No." ”

"What's that?"

He exhaled and said, "A beggar." ”

The stick bearer shook his head, apparently not asking that, and pointed to the clothes on his chest, "You answer again." ”

Jishan smiled: "A swordsman." ”

Holding a stick and smiling, he said: "I see that these days have not been peaceful, and the undercurrent is surging, I am afraid that there is a purpose." And your appearance is a little weird these days, if I guess correctly, the white-robed man holding the sword is looking for you!"

He nodded truthfully.

Holding a stick, he said flatly: "The first time I saw you, I felt familiar with you, and I saw what I thought was an old friend. He also held a knife in his hand and killed countless people, but he died in the hands of thieves with great righteousness. Your heart of the moon happens to be the art of cultivating the Dao and exercising the law, Tuna. Right?"

He replied in surprise: "That's right." Could it be that the stick-wielding seniors are also immortal chasers?"

The stick-bearer exposed the dog-beating stick in his hand, stroked it from head to head, and a stream of blue clothes emerged, murderous, and slanted towards the moonlight in the distance, like a toddler sucking, swallowing heavily, and then the milky liquid of the mixed person in the blue coat flowed, and exhaled and retracted.

Li Shui pressed his chest, panting.

"I didn't see that the senior with the stick was also a person who chased immortals, too low-key, alas. ”

The stick bearer said: "There are beggars who are not low-key, depending on what I want to become." By the way, you're leaving tomorrow, right?"

Li Shuishan nodded, his affairs didn't seem to be able to escape his eyes, "Do you have anything to tell your seniors?"

He thought for a moment, "No. It's just that when you leave here, you must take good care. Quit lust and greed, you can eat, drink and have fun, and you can only do it when you are sure of love, but greed is nature, and the method of cultivation is involved, so don't let me say more. Also, the woman you're waiting for is waiting for you. ”

"Wait for me?"

"Go ahead and turn left, little gazebo by the lake. Go ahead. The stick smiled lewdly.

He got up gently, slapped the dirt on his buttocks, and when he looked at him again, he fell asleep, sighed, walked over slowly, turned left and walked a few teas, only to see a small pavilion, which is indeed relatively quiet, the steps made of green bricks, the lake is Qingtian Lake, like the green clouds poured down, put in the water to soak and blow the effect.

The small gazebo is really cool, the wind blows through the heart, the top cover is four feet to the sky, and there is a tea table under the four stone benches, which are used by tourists who play during the day, and I am afraid that there are ghosts to use at night!

He walked with light steps, looking at a woman sitting at the table, wearing a thin white dress, the full moon of the night shone on her, showing a weak and cold cicada, exhaling a breath of cold air, looking at the microwave on the surface of the lake, his mood was a little low, he had stopped in the mountain, and left her today, it was really unbearable, and at this time he retreated and regretted it.

Isn't he just waiting for Ning Qiu to become his beloved? The ambiguity that was originally in his heart was in front of him, and his timidity suddenly appeared, and he exhaled a breath of hot air, looking at the lonely figure, still moving.

The woman turned her back to him, her hair curled, her lips moved slightly, the current in the lake twisted and drooped the moon, turned her head, and saw him, but also did not speak.

Ji Shan walked over gently, sat down at the table, looked at her and said, "I haven't seen her for a few years." ”

Ning Qiu nodded, with a hint of tenderness on his pale face, and replied, "It's been a long time." ”

"Today I am reckless. He said with a miserable laugh.

Ning Qiu sat across from it, looking at the lake, "There's nothing reckless. I've seen through some things, and you've just punctured my illusion!"

"Hehe, I still hope that you don't show a disappointed expression like I just met. ”

Ning Qiu smiled and said, "I also brought disappointment on myself, but I have never been disappointed in the future. When I left the bamboo hut, I promised my father something, and until he died on the battlefield, I couldn't even find a hair from him. The only wooden hairpin was passed on to me by my mother, so that I could keep it alive. By the time I knew who my father was, I had no complaints. She took off the wooden hairpin that was stuck in her coiled hair and gently placed it on the stone table.

The wooden hairpin is polished with Zen wood, sealed with a thin layer of grease, leaving a cyan matcha smell on it, which seems to be not as expensive as the golden hairpin and silver hairpin, but it contains her mother's love for her, as well as sustenance, but she left the sustenance in the wooden house and never took it out.

She gently stroked the hairpin, her loose hair was fragrant, like the powder of flowers, inhaling his snort, and there was an irrepressible emotion in her heart.

He put it in his palm and felt a lingering breath in it, this is not an ordinary wooden hairpin, with Buddha power, it can cultivate one's body and cultivate one's nature, condense qi and blood, and has endless benefits for women who practice exercises, but the weak woman in front of her is not aware of it.

Jishan put back the wooden hairpin, "I have a lot to say, and if you can listen to a few words, then I won't say it." ”

Ning Qiu understood and nodded.

"Your own business, you choose. I'll be gone tomorrow, and I don't know if we'll see each other again. ”

"I just came down the mountain to find solace for my soul. Who knows, I saw you at first sight. My master often told me to think twice about doing things, and to guard against arrogance and rashness. The bamboo forest hut is a good place to go, your mother is right, everything in the world is splendid, has long been chaotic people's desires, obsessed with pleasure and greed, and what is the price of this? is grace, is love, may be life. ”

"Sometimes you can only know right and wrong when you have experienced it. Listening to other people's words, I still can't suppress my curiosity in my heart, and curiosity will kill myself and others. I am saying this to myself, and I am saying it to you. He closed his eyes and spoke.

Ning Qiu's heart was desolate, biting his lip.

"I am a beggar, but also a person who chases immortals. You and I are destined to all sides of the world. Shape up or ship out. ”

Ning Qiu sighed, looked at the departing Jishan, muttered that he didn't know what to say, but he couldn't speak, the moon shadow deviated and shone into the pavilion, the beggar looked like Jishan showed a calm and ruthless face, Ning Qiu grabbed his sleeve and said, "I..."

"I..."

He hesitated, but said coldly:

"When the bamboo forest house is like a dream in autumn, when you see spring flowers, when you see falling leaves, where is your heart? Where is my heart? ”

"See you soon!"

He left the lake without looking back, lying under the elm tree next to the ancient temple, looking at the moon.

Ning Qiu's pale face had a line of tears, and the fish in the water jumped and rushed into the water, breaking the bleak scene.

The bamboo forest meets, the love of a bowl of water, the separation of a gazebo, and the whirring wind does not stop...

The next day, the morning mist was slightly dewed, he got up and stretched his body, patted his chest, and a big man who picked his feet dragged his knees, stretched out his white tongue and licked it, sleepwalking, and said: "Pig's feet, pig's feet, pig's feet rice." ”

With a fucking kick, he turned to the side, lay on the ground, and licked the dirt on the ground.

Another beggar, blind in one eye, pulled out his nose and put it in his mouth, and said very meaningfully: "You mother, I mother, all mothers." My father, you and his father, are all fathers. Ahh Why don't I have a father?"

He looked at the figure lying down and turned to leave.

The stick bearer had already woken up, lying under a poplar tree in front of him, waiting for a thin boy to appear, raising the dog-beating stick in his hand to come up and beat, he had moved back a few steps more with his keen awareness, and then saw a stick flying, and in an instant, to the bridge of his nose, an old lame figure quietly pulled up the stance, everything was caught off guard.

Jishan blocked the attack of the stick with his arm, two shakes, and the skin and flesh of the twitch are sore, and he has not yet stood still, a sweeping wolf leg pushes the residual leaves blown by the wind, the arms and legs are bent, into the silk with a force, turning the surrounding dust and waves, the waist is like a twisted girl dancing, children, blowing the residual flowers, small locust flowers, barbs a button, grabbing his skin and flesh from front to back, showing the momentum of scattered flowers, using force, through the strength of the elbow, pushing him to the ground.

Before the matter was over, a force jumped out of the palm of the stick holder, turned into a palm, broke through the wind and clouds, and slapped at him, two white dragons brewed, swaying slightly, struggling to break the wind. The small hole erupted from under the water, stood on the fingertips, and shot behind the mountain, retreated dozens of hearts with a lot of unhappiness, and said with a smile: "Stick-wielding seniors, the force is super strong, I'm afraid it is a fight with my master." ”

The stick bearer swung the dog stick in his hand slightly, retracted his back, touched his beard and said: "Xiao'er, you have a kneaded body and extraordinary endurance, but there are three inches of etiquette that is difficult to teach. If you can use my strength to dissipate my strength, it is really a bit difficult to find a man. If I don't guess wrong, I will definitely be a child, and I will be able to achieve the realm of enlightenment by practicing it three times in the future, day after day, year after year. As for you, I am on par with you, and I don't believe your nonsense. ”

Thank you.

The stick-bearer bent down and saluted, "The rivers and lakes are far away, take care of yourself." ”

In the depths of the jungle, a man wearing a hat picked up a straw in his hand, put it at the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly, looked at the mountain coming interestingly, stretched out his sword and stretched out his hand, blocked a flying bird, and landed on his waist, he spread out his palm, rubbed out the grain of rice, chirped and pecked at the scum for a while, and then let it fly into the sky, with many expectations in his eyes, and said: "When we met yesterday, you were still haggard, and when you met today, you were depressed?

Jishan shook his head and said, "It's nonsense. I didn't get a good night's sleep

。 ”

The scarecrow said, "Something on your mind?"

Jishan said: "That's right. ”

The scarecrow clasped his sword, took a few steps back, looked at the general mountain, he was a young man, not as simple and unpretentious as he saw in the mountains at that time, sitting cross-legged behind the old man, he did what the old man said, lit incense to cast tobacco and wine for the inheritance, and he burst into tears when he said it. Respect for elders, eating etiquette, and walking pace need to be improved.

He loves to drink, which is a confession. Therefore, he also gave himself the title of the wine pourer. said that he poured wine for the master before, knelt on the ground for three days and three nights, and only drank a few sips of water until the master was satisfied.

Now it is clear that pouring wine is also a science, pouring wine regardless of time, pouring wine pays attention to other people's words, wine glasses should not be too full, as the saying goes, tea seven wine eight, pour eight points is good. And if the wine falls into it, not a single drop is allowed to be missed, otherwise it will be whipped. Kneeling on the ground for so long, the blood does not circulate, coupled with sleepiness and hunger, the hands will tremble.

Therefore, his ass is often hit by wicker flanks, crying at night, he just wants to learn the best skills of killing enemies, for the sake of national disasters, at least galloping on the battlefield, regardless of life and death. Just for home. His home is the country, and for this he himself has made himself a man.

One voice only lives for the country, lives through the vicissitudes of life, and one voice for the family, with the world in mind.

In the Taoist temple, the mountains are continuous, the bluestone piled up is hundreds of thousands, the dripping water penetrates the stone, the rust grinds into a needle, paved into a stone road to step on the mountain, also called the Qingtian Road, the temple view is left, and for life, victory, promotion, for their own mantle inheritance, will not be broken, adhering to his wisdom, helping the world to save people.

The white-headed goatee master of the mountain also talked to him about his master, and he did not return after the mountain.

In those days, the birds flew and the snakes fled, there were evil spirits, demons and demons were chaotic, the mountain was no longer a mountain, but a forbidden place, his master was wearing a green robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and a package behind him, which contained a few days' rations, called several senior brothers around him, wrote down the pleadings, and personally instructed him to stay and watch, for fear that the fleeing people would come, and he would rush to the land of black gas in a blink of an eye.

In the following waves of Taoists who descended the mountain, each of them had a resolute expression.

In the end, he was the only junior in the mountain Taoist temple, kneeling on the ground and calling for the souls of his dead fellow disciples.

A young man personally went up the mountain, gave the master of the mountain a treasure knife, engraved with runes on it, wiped away the smell of blood, and made a promise with him: If he dies first, let the disciple go to Lushui Mountain with the treasure knife in hand, and if I die first, let the disciple go down the mountain, parade, and go to you to get the knife.

And the young man's disciple was the Scarecrow.

He has long used a sword, not a sword, and has vowed with his own mouth that he will never use it again.

In the eyes of the scarecrow, where is the dignity of a knife-wielding person? But when he walks, he has an indelible temperament, and his heart is full of affection when he looks at it. Who did he think of?

One is someone who will never get together, and the other who is always afraid that they will never get together.

The tears gathered in his heart, that is, from the day of the beggar, slowly flowed and swayed in the broken bowl, when he cried, he touched the water marks on the side of the bowl, and swore that he said: I will meet the woman in my dream, you know, I believe in an old beggar who has been an official. He put his hands together and told me that I should believe that there is reincarnation in the world, and that you can't run away, and that no matter how hard you try, it's useless.

He should have seen it. With those wise eyes and curved thick eyebrows, I don't think he is a serious old official, like some outlaws who kill people without blinking.

You know, there are still a lot of books he wrote, thick scrolls, and I don't know which little ruffian who doesn't have long eyes, a fire burned, yes, that night, the phoenix tail rolled up by the wind and fire was thrown on the door of the mother-in-law's room, and it burned in a circle, and the crying sound echoed in the mixed night, and the chapped mouth also licked a drop of blood dripping from the skin of the mouth, so that it was easy to pull and couldn't leave.

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, it was his former home, but now it's gone, it's not his treasure scroll that's depressed, it's the old and the young, when I think of it, my chest still hurts slightly, and I went here in a crazy way and became a nameless beggar, but no one knows him as a famous official!

Li Shuishan is a walking beggar Taoist, where does he have the money and stamina to support his family? His heart does not stay in one place, what he remembers is still the Daoshan instructed by his master, looking for his own mountain seclusion, that is also his wish, but... He wants to walk the world, see the world, and also want to see what the master said about the warmth of the people, the prosperity of the market, what is the world he saved?

This may be knowing that there is reason, but also to take a trip, and the scenery on the side of the road is also good.

The scarecrow took him all the way east, wandering along the side of the path, very quiet, and the old man who was sleeping and resting, shaking the fan, drinking tea, sometimes playing dumb, waving his palm, pinching the orchid fingers, and singing, but his mouth was crooked, it seemed like a broken gourd crooked melon, staring at the big eyebrows and said: "Where is the doll? Hurry up and pay the toll, otherwise Lao Tzu will cut your head and kick it as a ball." ”

As he spoke, he opened his robe, took out a white knife, with a fierce face, a scarecrow, originally hidden in the private room of the white robe, slightly revealing the hilt of the sword, and walked over slowly, the old man said again: "I repeat, tolls." ”

The scarecrow's footsteps did not stop, his eyes twitched, and he said again: "Come here again, Lao Tzu is going to draw his sword." ”

The scarecrow's footsteps stepped out again, and when he reached his side, he stood like this, without speaking, he swallowed his saliva, and the originally serious application, hehe, smiled, hammered the scarecrow's thigh, and said in a loud voice: "Uncle, please, please." I'm dumbfounded, and I'm chattering and shy, and I'm doing something wrong, and I'm being hardened by someone like me! Please go, please go. ”

Li Shuishan walked over helplessly, and before he arrived, his face changed, "Hey, little beggar, come back and pay the toll." If you don't hand it over today, you'll have your broken bowl and shave your rotten hair. ”

Li Shuishan snorted, walked over crookedly, looked at him dementedly, and scolded again: "Just say yours, you rotten person, what do you want to do so slowly?"

The scarecrow stepped aside, smiling amusefully.

The old man touched his beard, his face was serious, "The beggars in the city are the people of the city, if you want to leave, you have to ask me, I opened this trail, right?"

Li Shuishan approached him, bent his body, pressed his face less than an inch, stared wide, did not speak, and then twisted his mouth, smacked, the sound of kisses echoed, the old man's chair fell apart, trembling and climbing and twisting his ass to walk away, shouting in his mouth: "Mother!

The leisurely beggar figure does not lack this shy and cheeky face.

Kissing people? It's a simple thing, but it's not uncommon for him to laugh and be funny, even if he gets the big old men together, beats them one by one, rewards them with money, and twists their butts to dance, it's still barely okay.

Who made him a veteran old beggar?

Shaking his head, he walked to a mountain city, where a huge font was written, white. He was in a good mood, and next to the scarecrow holding the sword, he said, "Drink?"

He replied, "Drink something?"

"Tea!" The scarecrow looked helpless, he couldn't help it, he didn't eat himself, he touched his cuffs, where was there a penny, and patted his stomach. Jishan smiled and deducted a tael of silver from his tattered chest, patted his palm, and went to a steaming morning teahouse with many customers non-stop. Early tea is also relatively hot in the city, many ordinary people, strong table to occupy a place to drink tea and eat cakes, and spend an early morning.

As soon as he entered the door, he showed a tael of silver, this dazzling light, clicked, and was invited in by the little two bent over and bowed, and the rag on the shoulder wiped the table, leaving a clear sucking sound, and I thought that this beggar could give a little reward, but the boss was an old rich man with a long black beard and squinting eyes, wearing a bad cloth shoe, and he walked out, wandered around, looked at the flow of people today, coughed, and went back.

The little er's sloppy action can be regarded as winning the approval of the mountain, patting the crispy ghee cake, tearing it in his mouth, swallowing it in a big gulp, like a hungry wolf who has not eaten in several lifetimes, when he opened his bloody mouth and scared the white and tender children around him, the two little eyes dripped tears. The big man who hugged him turned his head, crooked his mouth and snorted, patted the table and walked out.

It was easy to think that he could have slashed the mountain, but looking at the sword on the table and a man in a white robe with murderous eyes, he still had some worries and worries in his heart.

Xiao'er nodded and looked at the boss's instructions calmly, never too far from the mountain, and wanted to wait for a few pennies to be rewarded.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop eating, where would he still have the energy to look at him?

A cup of strong tea mixed with a cup of clear tea, drinking a handful of snot and a handful of tears, from time to time looking up at the white-robed scarecrow with a calm face, elegant movements, a comparison, where is this beggar who used to serve tea and water on the mountain, and his actions are polite?

His face was stretched like the mouth of a big donkey, and he squinted and swayed from side to side, cooing, swallowing, and taking a sip of tea.

Ate another piece and drank a cup of tea.

A deafening burp filled the teahouse, and the scarecrow with a calm face shook his head and smiled, picked up a piece of cake and bit it half, Sven swallowed his belly, and from this time he had more energy, this oil cake was indeed delicious. Jishan waved his hand to see the boss take a small plate, and wrapped it in a piece of oiled paper to carry it away.

The boss stood in front of him with a smile, and the little boy with a bitter face.

Jishan took out the silver tael and snapped it, put it on the table, and said, "Go and wrap me a few more, I'll eat on the way." ”

The wealthy boss told Xiao'er to run, took out two large bags, put them in the beggar's arms, looked at the scarecrow with a serious face, and sighed. He put his hand away, left a tael of silver, and walked out in a good way.

The little boy looked at the boss and smiled and carried a tael of silver into his sleeve, and then said solemnly: "Why are you still standing here, not busy?"

Xiao'er shook off the rag, turned around and walked to wipe the table, muttering, "There are still such people?"

Jishan is holding two big bags of oil cakes, smiling brightly, like a wandering woman in the rape flower field, singing mountain songs, horses wandering back and forth, up and down, sitting elegant sand woman, smiling at the beggars, but many children under the tree, licking the oil stains on the side of their mouths one by one, just swallowing the rock candy melon baby

He also became satisfied, and when he saw the beggar coming, he hurriedly kicked his pocket.

It can be seen that there are often beggars who use some simple tricks to deceive children and get a candy or two to get over their mouths, but is it enough for Yishan to eat? A carefree beggar life, it's good to have food, don't care about being too formal to kneel and beg, it's good to rely on your own tricks to deceive the child, but it's okay to exchange one thing for another, just to tease the child.

But when you look at it from a distance, how can you endure it?

A beggar who looks stupid, exuding a stench, picks up a rock sugar gourd in the hand of a toddler and licks it, the meaning is not exhausted, and then touches the sugar on it, swallows a few mouthfuls silently, and returns it with a shout, the toddler cries loudly, attracting a big-breasted man, standing up with muscles, um?

The beggar smiled and said to himself, "I'll see if it's delicious." ”

The big-breasted man raised his fist and gave it to him, and when he was beaten, he trembled all over and wailed, crying loudly: "I've beaten someone, I've beaten someone, I can't get up without a few hundred taels." The old people and children of the family are still waiting for me to bring food and drink? You have disabled me, what can I do in the future?"

He took an interesting look at it, pinched his chin, and when this person fought with him, he threw the oil cake in the scarecrow's arms and walked over. Just after walking a few steps, he deliberately touched his thigh, fell to the ground, covered his kneeling knee and said: "Oh, hey, this is the end, why is it so unfortunate that he was touched by a beggar and touched a big bag?

The big-breasted man saw the two beggars sitting on the ground wailing, picked up the child and left, leaving a sentence, "It's really damn unlucky, it's really a dragon and a phoenix!"

The beggar looked at the mountain and said disdainfully, "Which way is it on the brother's platform?"

He replied with his fists clenched: "With my brother, I am on the same road." ”

The beggar was startled, his speech was messy, he didn't expect to meet a god-level beggar today, thinking that at present, there are so many good things in front of him, and no beggar dares to grab food and drink in Baicheng. Today's one, who talks extraordinarily, has a ruddy complexion, flexible hands and feet, and can see opportunities when his eyelids move, and his round black and white eyes have never left his body.

As soon as he thought of the veteran, the beggar hurriedly raised his legs, he also raised his legs, smiled and put the stones on the ground in his mouth and clicked to try his dignity, but the atmosphere was not out, and a sharp eye in front of him was exposed, and he looked at it delicately and tenderly, looking at each other, neither of them gave in, I was afraid that a battle would break out in the next moment, and the two beggars scuffled together, which was also a wonderful sight!

The beggar laughed and said, "It's a beggar friend on the same path! ”

Jishan looked at him warmly, and he was a little timid in his heart, but he endured the distractions in his heart, got up, patted his buttocks, and wanted to invite him to his gathering place to take a look, Jishan shook his head, sighed and said: "In the lower body is covered with heavy responsibilities, where can you disturb your mood and stop moving forward because of such a trivial matter?

The beggar also wailed, touched his messy hair, and said, "The beggar doesn't know, my family has children and olds, and they can't move or run around." You can only make a living by doing small things, and you can't do big things. ”

Jishan admired and said: "The beggar is really talking nonsense with his eyes open, and I am really happy for you." If you have a chance to soar in the future, don't forget that you still have a ruthless energy, and it is better to die on the road than at home. I won't talk nonsense about you cheating on children. At most, someone would put a knife around my neck, and I would say a little bit or two if it wasn't relevant. ”

The beggar received the good intentions, bowed his fist and smiled, and at the corner of the alley, with a bang, hit the wooden bucket containing the dung, buried his head in the inside, and could not speak.

He walked back, holding the oil cake, looking at the black scarecrow, and walked forward with a smile, "Where is there no confidant at the end of the world? This beggar is really a talent, and it will not be a regret in life for a while." ”

While the two were walking, the scarecrow raised his hand in front of him, moved his ears, and whispered, "Wait a minute." ”

He choked and stared at the street.

Baicheng is not as big as the city of tourists, but there are rich people who are located, melodious wine, and the rotating taste created by white slices of fatty meat, which can be regarded as a bright place. The smell of straw wafted to the snort, and there were several guests sitting under the small sheds that had been erected one by one, with a hint of coldness in their eyes, especially the woman with fine skin and tender flesh, her hair was coiled, covered with gauze, and her eyes were slightly raised.

As soon as you open your mouth, you can tell if you are from this place.

However, they behaved elegantly, and the movements of serving wine were extremely fast, and they looked into the distance and said, "Three." ”

When they finished their drinks, they said, "Two." ”

When he put down the wine bowl, his eyes showed a sharp edge, "One." ”

With a snap, the wine table was shattered, and the scabbard tightly wrapped in gray cloth was pulled out from below, and a light sword that broke the wind rushed out from it with a stabbing sound, the sword light was bright, and the sword was killed, and the woman who was sitting on the other side of the wine shook her hand, swayed the wine, tilted her head, slapped the package in front of her, and jumped out with a blue light sword, and came out without drawing the sword for a breath, leaving the empty hanging wine, and when she landed, she threw the sword into the sheath and sat down.

Several of the women had lost their breath.

The surrounding crowd dispersed, causing the fathers and mothers to cry and cover their children, for fear that they would also see the scene of vomiting and gnashing their teeth, but this woman straightened her black clothes, and once again pulled out one of the wine bowls and filled herself with it, which was very refreshing!

Dumbfounded, as if he saw another self, the scarecrow slapped his chest, swallowed, and walked to the wine table without stopping.

Before he waited for the woman to turn his head and give him a fierce expression, he said with a hippie smile: "I have a thin belly today, and I can't eat so much, why don't we exchange bread for bread?"

The woman's hair belt was blown by the west wind, and a hair of grass fell, and the black robe on her body was loose, and several people were suitable for swordsmanship. That didn't just follow Jishan's wishes, but she frowned and looked at the ragged little beggar, she had no desire to drink, she shook her head, she didn't want it, but she didn't let go.

"Do you know that bread is better than wine? No matter how much wine you eat, what's the use of not having the strength to kill someone? If you kill someone and eat bread, you can still sleep soundly, and you don't have to have nightmares that haunt you. Besides, it's not a shame to exchange for drinks. ”

The woman thought that Jishan was a fool, and she didn't run away when she saw that he had just killed someone, and she glared at her package, and understood the meaning, but Jishan patted her thigh and laughed wildly, and said jokingly: "I don't have any idea of your sword, if you want to say that I have an idea of you, it's okay!

The woman showed a far-fetched smile and said, "My sword is indeed a good sword, but the good is also divided into upper and lower swords, so what if you go up or down?"

Jishan touched his chin, thought for a while, felt quite reasonable, and replied: "There are indeed third-class swords in the world, a kind of lower sword, a kind of middle sword, and a kind of upper sword. But I have loved swords all my life, and I prefer to look down at a person who wields a superior sword at my feet, but it can't compare to me. Isn't this the reason why the sword has its own sword?"

The woman laughed wildly, gritted her teeth, and said: "The little beggar still has such a great majesty, I don't know where it comes from? I have been wandering for several years, and I have never seen a shameless person like you, in tatters, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, what? Didn't you see the women behind you? Do you also want to be a hard-working man and woman under the Yellow Spring with them? You are also happy to give you three wives and four concubines. ”

Jishan coughed, blushed, and said, "I'm just a person who came to exchange bread for wine, why are you telling me so much?"

The woman shook her head and scolded, "Get out! ”

Jishan's eyes widened, his mouth twisted, and asked, "Do you want to change it?"

The woman was surprised, slapped the package, pulled out the green sword in the scabbard, put it on his neck, and said fiercely: "Stinky beggar, get away." If I hadn't killed too many people just now, I would have killed you a long time ago!"

Jishan smiled evilly, slapped a big bag of oil cakes, and scolded: "Sao Nizi, change quickly!"

The woman couldn't bear it, but she saw a masked man wearing a hat coming from behind, holding a sword in his arms, without saying a word, the woman threw out a wine bowl, made a bang, rolled along the side and returned to a corner, lifted the wine jug, cooed to a bowl, and then left with the wine jug and the oil cake, and the scarecrow said: "Don't provoke similar people again, otherwise your life will be difficult to protect." ”

Jishan drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, patted his arm, and squinted at the corner, the scarecrow didn't find a middle-aged man hiding in the dark, with a good sword hidden under his sleeve, and was lowering his head to rest, but when he looked at each other, the scarecrow's eyes were shocked, and he turned around and ran with the woman who chased after him.

Jishan said: "You, a disciple of Lushui Mountain, have such a poor keen strength? How did you pass your master's assessment? Besides, the sword in your hand is sealed, and if you pull it out, it will definitely rise sharply, but if you can't pull out your sword, how can you kill people?"

The scarecrow smiled bitterly while walking at great speed: "There are not as many people in the world as you are, although you are small, you can be shrewd and interesting, you can see and hear all directions, I admire it below!"

As soon as they left, in the deep alley, several pedestrians dressed in wind and sand walked, an old man in linen who sold tofu looked like he was eating, swallowing the fat chicken, he didn't care, he slapped up a chopstick in front of him and inserted it into the dark, and there was a crack, and a human voice came, "Today is his good luck." If you don't make a move, she will die no matter what. The beggar will die if he touches the young man with the hat!"

The old man in Mai waved his hand, looking helpless, as if telling him that if you want to kill, hurry up.

The middle-aged man in the dark crushed a stone brick beside him and left.

He was panting, and he was hot and burping when he drank that bowl of wine, and complained: "Grandma, what kind of wine is this so good? Then Nizi won't put any aphrodisiacs in it, right? If that's the case, I'm going to find her and ask her to compensate me for mental damage, physical injury, sweat, and physical strength... What's more important is my oil cake! I'm not old and confused, mother! My good cake has been arched by pigs. ”

The scarecrow looked at him speechlessly, and then he dragged him and ran.

The woman walked into an out-of-town hotel, and the cobwebs were thick, and the colored sign read 'Dalang Hotel'.

There are a few large stones around, with extremely deep footprints on them, and they are sunken, and there is an eerie smell coming out of the surrounding bamboo forest, and the cold wind is blowing, and the black clouds are sweeping, and there is about to rain heavily, but what is there to fear of the cold in this summer? It's just a baptism of the night.

But as soon as he stopped, his eyes lit up, he took a sharp breath of aroma, slurped his mouth, and said, "Hehe, what a good place! ”