When Xu Changan woke up from his sleep, the sun had already risen very high.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was not to get up and prepare breakfast as before, but to quickly take a look at the handsome man named Yang Hejiu who was still there.

I felt my heart beat tight when I saw the big bed that was neatly tidy, and I was a little relieved when I saw the long black box that was still lying diagonally in the corner.

It seems that he did not leave.

After getting out of bed, he heard a conversation outside the house that was not very clear, and began to put on his shoes and clothes and walked towards the yard.

The yard had been cleaned up unusually clean, and some white heat was still coming out of the stove room from time to time.

"Mr. Nine, Your Majesty said it himself! This matter of entering the building to test the accompanying party next spring is not for Mr. Jiu, and he cannot take on this important responsibility! The safety of those young and strong people is all guarded by Mr. Nine!"

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Following the voice, I saw an old man in a white robe who was spitting and spitting, holding a letter and talking to Yang Hejiu.

However, looking at the old man's appearance, it was like when he went to the south of the city to buy fishing nets with his only remaining savings last year, the old man Liu pointed to his own fishing nets and patted his chest with the signboard that didn't exist in the shop.

Yang Hejiu noticed the movement behind him, turned his head to look at Xu Changan and said, "Breakfast is in the pot, I'll heat it up again." ”

Bi Siqian couldn't help but glance back at the young man behind him, and then turned his head to look at Yang Hejiu, who walked straight towards the stove room without stopping, the old eyes that had become divine again were a little puzzled, and at the same time speechless.

In the face of such a big event, you still have the heart to heat up breakfast?!

Ridiculous!

In his opinion, Yang Hejiu and Lin Pinggui are both ridiculous, and this city is even more ridiculous!

He chased the letter to the stove with the letter, but because he forgot to bow his head, he hit the dust on his forehead, but the dust was far less black than his old face.

Xu Changan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

Resisting the urge to demolish this house, Bi Siqian covered his head with one hand, shook the letter with the other hand and said to Yang He Jiuxiao, who was having a hot meal: "I think that the two deans of my Spirit Academy have worked hard to cultivate countless young talents for this dynasty, and when I think that those talents will go to Wangshulou in the near future, I can't stop feeling sad, and I can't help but feel sorry for them!"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes slightly and sighed tremblingly, and one eye did not forget to open a slit to observe Yang Hejiu sitting by the stove.

Yang Hejiu grabbed a handful of hay with his left hand and slowly filled it into the stove to ensure that the stove fire would not be extinguished before frowning slightly and said, "The teacher didn't say that I should go to Wangshu Tower with me, you can discuss this kind of thing with my teacher." ”

The meal was quickly heated, and the steaming white gas could not escape, and it was stored in the stove and rolled up and down.

Yang Hejiu raised his head, as if he was considering that the chimney on the top needed to be modified again.

Not long after, they came to the back room with food, and the two began to eat around a wooden table.

Xu Changan opened the half jar of pickles, took a closer look, and found that it was his favorite pickled and spicy cabbage, and his eyes were full of smiles.

He also learned some from Yu Ming's mother how to make pickles, but the taste was always much worse.

took out a small plate, carefully pinched out some with chopsticks, and placed it between the two.

Then I took a steamed cake, placed the pickles evenly in the middle, rolled them up again, and couldn't help but be satisfied with one bite.

With the unique crunch sound of cabbage from chewing, it seemed to remind the white-robed old man at the door that you had disturbed our meal.

Bi Siqian stood at the door and looked stunned, this... Is this eating?

Carefully staring at the small dish of red pickles between the two, he couldn't help but cover his stomach with his free hand, and those crisp sounds made him feel very unstable.

Xu Changan tilted his head and glanced at the white-robed old man, and asked a little funny: "Or..."

Bi Siqian was afraid that the two of them would let him leave, and if he was ordered to expel guests by a young man again, he would have no face to go back to the capital.

Hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt Xu Changan's questioning, and said seriously: "Don't bother, I think this pickle is okay, just let the old man make do with it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he went to the stove room and served a bowl of porridge and rice, and sat unceremoniously at the head of the back room with chopsticks.

On the way in, he caught a glimpse of the black sword on the small bed out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't care.

Holding chopsticks to make himself look as much as possible like a kind old man, he looked at Xu Changan and said, "This kid has good talent, but the mountain in his body is too tall and difficult for you." But it doesn't matter, you can't cut the mountain, and it's not bad to be a chopping wood and fishing when you grow up in the future. ”

Although it is a mockery, it is always better than Zhang Sanru's foul words, but Xu Changan does not buy it.

Grinning and mocking, he said, "You have more vision than a short, ugly fat man." ”

Comparing a short and ugly fat man with his own Lord Si Zheng of the Imperial Spirit Division, thinking of the short and ugly man he met just now, Bi Siqian said with an itchy smile at the root of his teeth: "This kid is really cute, much stronger than the black sword that can't speak in your room." ”

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The old man hurriedly collected his thoughts, told himself not to waste too much time on a child, turned to look at Yang Hejiu and said, "Mr. Jiu, there is no time to delay! South Vietnam also urgently needs Mr. Jiu to go." ”

Yang Hejiu was puzzled and asked, "What's going on over there in South Vietnam?"

Bi Siqian had to repeat again with dry lips and dry mouth: "Ji Dongli recently got a Heavenly Sword, so..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xu Changan pouting, "It's just a sword of heaven, if there's anything to be nervous about, there is one in the house." ”

Bi Siqian waved his hand impatiently and said, "Your sword can't be compared to the Heavenly Sword. ”

He continued to look at Yang Hejiu and said, "So Your Majesty suspects that the sword is..."

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The chopsticks holding the pickled vegetables stayed in mid-air, and they were slowly dried in contact with the surrounding environment, and the curled vegetable leaves were very wonderful and unusual like Bi Siqian's slightly frowning brows.

The chopsticks were slowly placed in the bowl, and the young man carefully reviewed what he had just said.

"Stinky boy, what did you just say?" Bi Siqian slapped the table angrily and said: "Good boy, you dare to hide the Sword of Heaven privately! Do you know that this is a big crime to kill your head, even Mr. Nine can't protect you, tell me where you picked it up?"

Xu Changan looked up at Yang Hejiu's reaction and kept silent, for fear that he would accidentally talk too much.

When Bi Siqian followed Xu Chang'an's gaze, he suddenly felt that his heart was empty, he thought that he could deceive a sword of heaven for himself, and it was not in vain that he had suffered so many grievances and ridicule, but if that sword was Yang Hejiu's own purpose, it would naturally not succeed.

He frowned slightly and asked, "That sword belongs to Mr. Nine?"

Yang Hejiu bowed slightly, without any dissatisfaction.

"Which one is that one in the house?"

Yang Hejiu nodded again.

Bi Siqian asked again: "Dare to ask Mr. Nine, where did that broken star come from?"

"The teacher gave it, and I ask Lord Si Zheng to forgive me, that sword can't be given to Lord Si Zheng. ”

"Since it was given by the dean, not to mention the old man, even His Majesty can't fight the idea of this sword, Mr. Nine laughed. Bi Siqian said with a wry smile.

The old man suddenly slapped his thigh and said fiercely: "Mr. Nine has a broken star in his hand, and he will definitely be able to defeat the Dongli under the sword. ”

Xu Changan raised his head, looked at Yang Hejiu and asked, "Who is Ji Dongli?"

Yang Hejiu explained: "Ji Dongli is the sword saint of the world. ”

"It should be very powerful, can you beat it?"

Bi Siqian hated that he couldn't block the mouth of this stinky boy, looked at Xu Changan and said heavily: "Adults talk, children don't interject!"

"I can't beat it. ”

The two of them asked and answered, not caring at all about the feelings of the old man on the first seat.

"Then can you not go?" asked Xu Changan with some concern.

Seeing that this kid is intent on bad things for himself, he is not angry. He didn't really want Yang Hejiu to go to Shangwu City to invite Ji Dongli to use his sword, but just tried to make the two masters from the capital leave the city quickly.

Everyone knows that Ji Dongli never talks about the slightest emotion when he comes out of the sword, of course he will not let the strong man of this dynasty go to die, according to the idea of the capital, first confirm the truth of the news, and then send someone to investigate secretly, as for inviting Ji Dongli to take out the sword, I'm afraid no one dares to do it.

"If the teacher tells me to go, I'll go. Yang Hejiu returned with a smile.

Bi Siqian persuaded bitterly: "Ji Dongli's sword is not easy to see, this trip to Shangwu City, Mr. Jiu's cultivation path is very beneficial, and I hope that Mr. Jiu will consider it well." Furthermore, I think the Dean will also think that this is a rare opportunity for Mr. Nine to enter the consummation. ”

Xu Changan raised his head, looked at Bi Siqian impatiently and said, "Are you bothered, if it's really as good as you say, why don't you go?"

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The scene began to be embarrassing, the porridge in the bowl gradually cooled, and the fat in the rice grains slowly precipitated and floated, forming a thin layer of porridge skin on the upper layer of the wooden bowl.

Bi Siqian swore that if it weren't for Yang Hejiu's presence, he would definitely pinch this little rabbit cub who hurt people's self-esteem!

Even if Yang Hejiu is present, he must pinch this little rabbit cub to death!

When he came from the north of the city, he had already held back his anger, and it was only because the other party was the number one martial arts powerhouse in this dynasty that he had no place to attack.

And then there was a short and fat man, who dared to scold himself for being shameless? If he hadn't been too close to the tavern, he would have made a move.

Lin Pinggui's ridicule he can endure, and he can only endure it, but a yellow-mouthed child who has never seen the world dares to say such things to himself, and he has no reason to endure it anymore.

Snorted coldly, gently rubbed the bamboo chopsticks in his hand with his right hand, picked up two rice grains from the bowl and slowly put them in his mouth to chew carefully, and then nodded slightly with some satisfaction.

The middle-aged man in the east of the city who was carrying the flat burden had already unloaded the two bamboo baskets, his left hand was like a crutch in front of him, and the fat ring finger of his right hand clasped his nostrils.

When he withdrew it, blood stains had appeared, and the man frowned, and rubbed his thumb on it gently.