Why do you want to practice martial arts? In the end, it's not that you can't hold your head up because of that article.

Their own pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not available on the market, and the products produced by the school must be high-quality, and the price of raw materials is there, compared to the iron swords used by those disciples in the sect, the price is not known to be more expensive. A few days ago, I visited the bamboo forest, which is the only quiet place here.

Sanjian Mountain is too prosperous, one is the suburbs of the imperial city, there are more high-ranking businessmen and officials, and there is such a beautiful place, it naturally becomes a place to go at leisure, and even the shops that seek pleasure with the imperial city are also famous;

Only the elders can wear white robes, perhaps because they are too easy to get dirty.

Speaking of the attendant beside him, Luo Shanhe was even more impatient, the other party had more words than his own, and the book recording his evil deeds was almost full.

"Elder early!"

"Yo, Elder Luo, good morning!"

Whether it is a disciple or an elder at the same level, they will be polite to Luo Shanhe, and someone will quietly visit from time to time late at night, just to give some gifts and want to leave a name in the book.

I got up early today and came to the bamboo forest by boat, only here Wu Meijiu's mouth will be honestly closed, so this pavilion has become a must-go place for Luoshan River every day.

"How sharp can this sword made of bamboo be?" The four-inch brush in his hand is used as a long sword, and he gestures in the air, even if he has never practiced martial arts, he watches his disciples practice every day, and the one-and-a-half-move flower stand style is still very simple.

"You want to know, I'll tell you!" suddenly the wind in the forest moved, a strong sense of crisis came from behind him, and his spine tensed forward subconsciously and fell forward, only to feel a chill close to his back.

"Wu Meijiu, help!" The voice was still in his throat, and the coolness behind him hit again, Luo Shanhe didn't care about the white robe on his body, and quickly rolled on the bluestone slab of the pavilion, and saw the source of the coolness through the tumbling interval, it was an assassin with a mask, holding an emerald green long sword in his hand.

A flash of fire struck quickly along the tumbling route, and just when Luo Shanhe's body hit the edge of the pavilion and there was no way to roll, he finally heard a shout outside the pavilion: "The assassin is gone!"

Wu Meijiu's long sword opened the way with a move to fly immortals outside the sky, and at this time, Luoshan River, who was lying on the ground and was frightened, countless pictures flashed in his heart at this time, this time he must write Wu Meijiu's exploits into the booklet!

"Hmph!" Seeing this, the assassin originally pointed the tip of his sword on the ground, and used the sword body to block the sword in front of him, Wu Meijiu's sword could mobilize the water vapor in the air, and the sword intent was endless, which was very suitable for long-term battles, and the assassin's sword intent was extremely sharp, like the most aggressive Jin Xing in the five elements.

Seeing that the attack that was gaining momentum was easily blocked, Wu Meijiu sank his face, and wanted to behave well in front of Elder Luo, so he directly roared angrily and threw out the dazzling sword flower in his hand, directly blocking the opponent's retreat completely, and only taking it from the front.

The assassin tugged the hilt of the sword with both hands, and it was actually a long and short double-strand sword, the short sword was crossed with the long sword, and it was extremely accurate in the sword flower shrouded in water vapor, locking Wu Meijiu's attack, unable to advance or retreat.

Wu Meijiu's face flushed a little, and he found that no matter how hard he tried, the long sword was stuck and couldn't be drawn. At this time, Luo Shanhe had already risen from the ground in a hurry, picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it over, the assassin seemed to sense the danger on the side, raised a foot and put it in Wu Meijiu's lower abdomen, and at the same time pulled the long sword backwards with both hands.

Homeopathically made a flat bridge, the other party's flexibility was beyond Luo Shanhe's imagination, and the inkstone swept past the waist lying flat and smashed to the ground.

And the tights made such an action, but Luo Shanhe found that the other party's chest was slightly raised, it was a female assassin!

Wu Meijiu saw that there was no long sword in his hand, so he jumped up from the ground and pounced on the other party, and at the same time turned his head and shouted, "Elder Luo, go quickly!

The assassin sneered, swung his sword across his chest just to block the rushing Wu Meijiu, and exerted his upward force, throwing the short sword that he had pushed away, just nailing the tail of the robe under Wu Meijiu's body that was being opened, and the blade of the sword was easily inserted into the hard bluestone slab, nailing the robe tightly.

This thing actually fainted directly! He was pretending to be dead! Luo Shanhe unconsciously greeted Wu Meijiu's family in his heart, either his fifth-layer realm was fake, or the realm of the comer was too high. The assassin turned around and the long sword was about to fall on his neck, so frightened that Luo Shanhe hurriedly became short and could dodge.

"This fairy, we have no grudges in the long days and no hatred in the near future, why do we have to force each other hard!ah!" dodged the blow, and the assassin's left hand grabbed it just to the end of the white robe, and pulled the Luoshan River, which was squatting down and crawling backwards quickly.

The bamboo sword took advantage of this momentary pause and stuck it on his cheek, and the cold touch came clearly, and he couldn't even break out in a cold sweat.

When encountering the danger of life, people will become more calm, Luo Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was about to be killed by Mo Ming at such a prime age, and those grand plans and thousands of ideas in his chest could not have time, but he gently pinched the blade of the sword with his left hand in the depths.

Turning around and standing up, looking at each other face to face, the mask painted with bamboo is definitely not ordinary in terms of painting method.

But what is such an assassin for? She is not short of money, just taking out this mask, it can be worth tens of thousands, and the material of this bamboo sword is the same as the bamboo here, so there must be no lack of status, or is it stolen by the other party?

As he got too close, a burst of body incense came, and Luo Shanhe lost his mind for a while, and the assassin seemed to be a little disgusted when he saw this expression, and once again dropped his sword on his erect neck.

Suddenly, the long sword swung backwards, staying between the eyes of Wu Meijiu, who wanted to sneak attack.

"If you move again, your life will be gone. The assassin said coldly, his voice was still a little pleasant, Wu Meijiu raised his hands and retreated to the edge of the pavilion, and the Shen assassin lowered down to pick up the short sword, and disappeared into the bamboo forest with a speed that was almost light.

"Elder Luo! I'll call someone to come and save you! Hold on!"

Luo Shanhe had a gloomy face, he knew that he was also following the guards to escape from the academy, and he was afraid that he would not be able to outrun the opponent's sword with his own running speed.

The Assassin removed the rag wrapped around the dagger and put the two swords back into its scabbard.

"I'll ask you three questions, and if you can't answer them, you'll die. The Assassin sat in the seat of the gazebo, surveying the Luoshan River.

"First, do you remember me?"

"Dare to ask this fairy, you haven't even taken off your mask, how do I know who you are?"