After the old man left, Cha Sheng never ran under the bridge these days, in the past, every time he had breakfast, Cha Sheng liked to run under the bridge in the east of the city, pestering the old man to tell stories, Wenshui City also has a storyteller, but Cha Sheng always felt that they were not comparable to the old man, and the young girl couldn't tell where the gap was, but he felt that the storyteller was not as good as the old man.

But he couldn't hear the old man's story anymore, and thinking about it like this, Cha Sheng cried even more sadly.

The narrow knife, which had been silent, trembled slightly at this moment, as if it was whimpering, as if it was pathetic, and as if it was sad, these voices were intertwined and fell in Chen Anzhi's heart, adding a bit of sadness.

When Cha Sheng said this, Chen Anzhi guessed who the old man Cha Sheng was talking about, he was not very familiar with that guy, but he just felt that the guy with good knife skills was very good for his taste, so he was a little sad.

That feeling is like a desperate string, a rare confidant in this life.

In Chen Anzhi's opinion, there are very few people in this world who can suit their own tastes, Lu Mingxian is counted as one, He Anzai can only be counted as half, and there is the guy who came to fight with him and lost the knife to himself.

As for the knife for wine, it just happens to have an extra pot of wine, and it just happens that the other party also likes to drink.

He didn't expect that the swordsman was still alive, and he didn't expect this guy to go to the Great Wall, so Chen Anzhi was a little sad, but he also had some small relief.

At the same time, Chen Anzhi probably guessed that the long night was indeed coming, otherwise how could the swordsman suddenly go to the Great Wall, thinking about it like this, he was a little worried.

All kinds of tastes flow in Chen Anzhi's eyes, like an undercurrent surging underwater, intertwined with complex light.

I don't know where the little body came from so much, Cha Sheng was still crying, and the pedestrians around were attracted by the little guy's cry, and stopped to look at this side, puzzled.

Chen Anzhi thought about it, walked up to Cha Sheng, put his hand on the top of her head, gently rubbed the little guy's head, and his voice softened, "Don't worry, the old man will definitely come back, he is a very powerful person." ”

Picking leaves entrenched in the sword, his tone was a little low, "I still like that guy, although he is a little weak." ”

Chen Anzhi didn't answer, and looked at Cha Sheng quietly, the little guy heard the mellow voice, and gradually stopped crying, a pair of big eyes were like black onyx with frost, and tears rolled down with a blink of her long eyelashes, and she asked in a low voice, "Really?"

Are you sure?

In fact, after saying this kind of thing, even Chen Anzhi felt a little sorry, because he had sat in Hangu Pass for a hundred years, and he knew better than anyone how dangerous the Great Wall was, and the long night was approaching, so Chen Anzhi knew that most of the swordsmen were dead or alive.

Picking leaves warned in his heart: "This little guy is born with a sword in his heart, if he walks on the avenue in the future, do you know what irreparable consequences this sentence will bring?"

Maybe this sentence will make the little girl have hope, will look forward to the return of the old man, if it is a cultivator, in the long run, if you really look forward to it and do not return, it will inevitably become a mental barrier, the bottleneck on the road of cultivation can still be broken through by external forces such as the fairy herb treasure medicine, but the heart barrier is established, and how can it be broken through by external forces.

Chen Anzhi's eyebrows were lowered, his plain eyes were full of sadness at the moment, and he said gloomily: "I know. ”

Picking the leaves was slightly stunned, then squinted his eyes slightly, and said seriously: "Although the heart is not as good as the innate sword heart, it is also a sword wizard, and it will inevitably go on the avenue in the future, you can't stop it." ”

Chen Anzhi shook his head slightly, his thoughts were dazed, and he muttered: "I know, so I won't let her go on this road." ”

Picking the leaves seemed to remember something, a trace of sadness crossed his face, and his tone also deepened, "She is not Xiao Sibao, although she is very similar." ”

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but it was the most sad wry smile, Chen Anzhi was like a helpless child at the moment, with extremely ethereal words, "If it weren't for the fact that I saw that Xiao Sibao was born with a sword fetus in my heart, and I had to accept her as an apprentice, then the little guy might have married and had a simple life." ”

Picking leaves was silent, as a sword spirit who had been accompanying Chen Anzhi through the long years of his southern expedition and northern war, he knew that in the heart of this guy who had been giggling, he had always harbored deep guilt for Xiao Sibao.

In fact, not only Chen Anzhi, whenever he picks leaves and thinks of Xiao Sibao's death, he always feels like his heart is pierced by dense ceramic fragments, and he is speechless in pain.

Chen Anzhi did not answer.

Cha Sheng stretched out his little hand and gently tugged at the corner of Chen Anzhi's clothes, and asked repeatedly, "Will the old man come back?"

The little guy had tears in his big eyes, and his face was innocent, which made people a little unbearable to deceive.

Chen Anzhi was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound in the tea shop, as if someone was arguing, and then there was the sound of jingling bells and smashing things, and Cha Sheng bit his lip slightly, lowered his head, clenched his fists, but never spoke.

Chen Anzhi raised his head and looked in along the door of the shop, there was a curtain to cover it, and he couldn't see the situation inside, only occasionally flew out of the porcelain plate containing tea, and the rattan basket told him that it was not stable inside.

The bamboo curtain was lifted with a bang, and the man with an angry face walked out, followed by two people who looked like handymen, the man tidied up the wrinkled clothes on his body a little, shook off the tea leaves stained on his body, and his eyes swept over Chen Anzhi's body in front of the door, and landed on the side of Xiao Chasheng.

The man put away his anger and replaced it with a smile, he walked up to Cha Sheng, stretched out his hand and pinched the little guy's white and tender cheek, "Little Cha Sheng, what kind of expression do you have?"

Cha Sheng was in pain, his eyebrows were furrowed, but he still stubbornly stared at each other with big eyes.

The man let go of his hand, and he could clearly see that Cha Sheng's white and tender cheeks were red, obviously the man was not light just now, he sneered and said: "The old guy under the bridge is gone, I think there is anyone else in Wenshui City who can support you?"

At this moment, a girl over twenty-eight years old walked out of the tea shop, her skin was better than snow, elegant and vulgar, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and when she was looking forward to it, she had a light and elegant atmosphere of tea, which made people take pictures of it and dare not blaspheme. But that cold arrogance and agility are quite seductive, and people can't help but be haunted by dreams.

She walked out of the door slowly, her eyes fell on the man, her eyebrows furrowed, with a little anger, "Ye Qianzi, don't deceive people too much, my eldest brother will come back sooner or later." ”

The man known as Ye Qianzi raised his head, as if he was afraid, his eyes flashed with awe, and said: "Wen Xixin was sent to the Great Wall by the imperial court, and sooner or later he will die, and the old beggar under the bridge, when they die, I see who else can support you, the Wen family tea shop." ”

Chen Anzhi took half a step forward slightly, his palm just rested on the hilt of the leaf picking sword, his heart suddenly rippled, and a streamer shot out from the narrow knife on his waist, and at the same time, with a young man's chanting, thunder appeared in mid-air, like a silver snake swimming and splitting down, heading straight for the top of Ye Qianzi's head.

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The warm spring has arrived, and the ice outside the Great Wall is approaching the city, and the blood-stained ice slag is stacked on top of each other, blooming one after another ice and snow lotus.

General Chang held the spear in his hand, the tail of the spear against his spine, the tip of the spear pointed to the ground, and there were more than a dozen people standing beside him, the black armor on his body was in tatters, and there were even several wounds with a little blood.

But they all stood before the gates, and they did not turn back for a minute.

At a distance of only three feet from them, there were black and oppressive enemy troops, not gluttony, but strange-looking demon cultivators, some of whom had not yet been completely transformed, and still retained some of the characteristics of the body.

On a tall horse in front of the demon correction, a handsome man with a feminine face, a small horn between his eyebrows, he clamped the horse with his legs, shook the reins, urged the horse to take a few steps forward, and said with a smile: "General Chang, I admire you very much, you are a backbone person, and the watchman army you led also makes me admire it very much." ”

The corner of General Chang's mouth was bleeding, and he spat blood with a snort, and said in a straight voice: "If you are persuaded to surrender, then you don't have to say more, the spear in my hand can pull a few more cushions, and besides, if you pass our level, you may not be able to break through the next Great Wall." ”

The feminine man shook his head with a wry smile and said: "General Chang, our 100,000 mountains don't want to be enemies with the three states and five places, you always think that the mountain demon clan comes from the 100,000 mountains, and the gluttony also comes from the 100,000 mountains, and it is really wronged to attribute us to accomplices, this is really wronged, it is true that three thousand years ago, our mountain demon clan was a bit of a cowardly rat generation who took refuge in gluttony. ”

"But in fact, the mountain demon clan has been living on the border of the mountain, in the deepest part of the mountain, never daring to approach, and the gluttony comes from an unknown place in the depths of the mountain, and now the gluttony in the depths of the mountain is appearing again, and our mountain demon clan is also miserable, plus the only one who can resist the gluttony is the Great Wall that was decreed by He Xianren, so the mountain demon clan just wants to hide in the Great Wall. ”

General Chang sneered and said to the man: "You demon clan are scheming, and the words on your lips are the most unbelievable. ”

The feminine man sighed heavily, revealing a hint of sadness, "General Chang, the only few horses you have left can't stop my army at all, so I'm not pleading with you in these words, but explaining, I don't want to die in vain again, and now the gluttony has reappeared in the depths of the mountains, whether it is a hundred thousand mountains or three states and five places, it is impossible to escape this catastrophe." ”

Behind him, a sturdy man rode forward and shouted: "Tell him what to do, how can the pedantic and weak people in the three states and five places listen to us, it is better to cut it and go directly to the city." ”

"That makes sense. ”

A wisp of wind blew across the earth, and the tattered clothes were not conspicuous in this group of remnants of the defeated generals, and the old man appeared here at some point, silently, and even the two demi-saints of the demon cultivation army were not aware of it.

The feminine man's face changed drastically, and before he spoke, the old man had not yet appeared, and his aura was too ordinary, so ordinary that people felt that he was just an ordinary old man, and even the imposing strong man was frightened and immediately kept silent.

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand and said to the watchman on the side, "Boy, my knife has been given away, how about borrowing your knife for use?"

Without waiting for the soldier to reply, his palm seemed to be bounced away by an inexplicable force, and the long knife flew to the old man on his own, and the feminine man hurriedly ordered to retreat when he saw this.

The old man held the long knife in his hand, weighed it lightly, raised his head, his eyes fell on the demon cultivation army, and in the distance behind him, he sighed lightly: "You're right, but it's too late, they're already here." ”