That day I saw the sword of the storyteller for the first time.

The blue-black sword body was glowing with cold light, and the purple qi lingered around the sword body, and the legendary sword qi was fluctuating on the tip of the sword.

The man with the sword, dressed in a blue robe, stood in the rain outside the door, and the fine rain fell from the sky and drifted to the man's shoulder, but before it was about to wet his clothes, it twisted its momentum and finally landed more than an inch beside him.

It was as if there was a flame burning in him that was invisible to the naked eye.

I saw a lazy girl sitting on the threshold of my shop, with shock written on her face, as if she had met a fairy.

I saw her trying to get up and say hello, and then I saw her collide head-on with a sword light.

I saw the signature flattering smile on her face that flattered before it could bloom.

Scarlet blood spilled on the dilapidated doors, and some of it flowed on the rain-soaked streets, and the red blood mixed with the rainwater, congealing into small red rivers in the street water.

It's hard to clean up such a big bloodstain. I thought so in my heart.

Master rushed out of the shop, and I tried to stop him, but I couldn't make a sound.

Or there was already a sound, but Master he couldn't hear it.

All I could do was be a bystander and quietly watch it happen.

Ah, Master, he's just an old liar who swaggered and fell into the eyes of money, where is the opponent of the heavenly immortals.

I couldn't help but sigh, but this sigh was not destined to be heard by anyone.

Master was red-eyed, and when he rushed up to fight hard, he forgot to hold the kitchen knife that I carefully sharpened every day, and just carried his chair as a weapon.

The cushion on the chair fell to the ground, and the stumbling master stumbled.

Layman.

Even if you don't have to look at me, you can know the outcome of this fight.

Like a beast that has lost its cubs, and like a wild dog that has been forced into an alley and is ready to fight to the death, the master went on a rampage, and even the table was knocked to the side by him.

I can't help but think to myself, maybe this shop is going to close tomorrow.

I wonder if Fan Zhutou will shed tears for our father when he comes to my house for an autopsy?

However, those private conversations between neighbors and mothers-in-law will definitely have a bloody incident in my family today for a long time.

I hope they can make up a majestic grudge and death for us, don't be the kind of family who cuckolds and causes death, too petty.

Although I don't have the opportunity to brave the rivers and lakes, at least when I die, I always have to feel a little angry, right?

I can't do it, a person who didn't even have time to say hello was cut down to the ground, it's really not disgraceful.

I used to fantasize about my own death, it would be an evening when the sun was like blood and the wind was like a sword, and the peerless swordsman and the destined opponent were separated from each other, they regarded each other as their confidants, but they had to carry out their own sword ways to kill each other. In the end, the winning side cried bitterly in the arms of his dying confidant, while the latter smiled with relief and passed away in the arms of his friend.

This is where a hero should be.

And I'm supposed to be a little minion.

Now the king of the little minions is holding his chair high, tears streaming down his eyes and his face is distorted, and he looks like he is the type of person who has been slaughtered by a hero, and no one will doubt whether he has killed the wrong person.

The master let out a roar and slammed the chair into the sword fairy's skull.

The fierce sword immortal's face was full of mockery, and he raised his sword to easily block the shiny chair.

He opened his mouth and said, "Senior Brother Wen, Xixuanshan Wen Zhenren, Hoop Heart Shop Wen Shopkeeper, what should I call you?"

"Or do you like me to call you a traitor?!"

The master didn't answer his words, just roared and changed the direction of the chair, trying to knock the chair leg on the sword fairy's head over and over again.

Master's attacks are difficult to do, and even I know that although chairs are often used in street fights, it is because the chairs can be easily sourced from local materials, and it is definitely not because the chairs are quite lethal and powerful.

Eighteen weapons of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and all of them are sharp weapons for killing. In fact, utensils are very similar to people, once they do something single-mindedly, they will be outstanding, and half-heartedly and dual-purpose will be different from everyone, such as fairy swords, and chairs.

The chair swung an afterimage in the air, striking the sword with a clashing sound of gold and iron.

The sword of the sword fairy drew a stream of light in his hand, and the majestic sword qi exploded in the air, and the energy that was dissipated blew up the rain that fell from the sky, and those rains flew in the air in a panic, illuminated by the lamp of my shop, like insects flying in summer.

The angry master and the indifferent sword immortal are in stark contrast, and it is clear who is a master and who is a thief.

As for the real person and traitor in the mouth of the sword immortal, I don't have the energy to understand it in the chaotic situation.

After all, the killers sent by others all came to the door to destroy my family. I don't know what treasure the master deceived back then, was it the jade seal of the country or the yellow flower girl? In my mind, there are only these two things that are worthy of such a stirring up without harming people's lives.

If this sword fairy didn't come to my house to kill people, he would have been a broken-mouthed person in normal times, after all, it's not a good habit to keep talking when fighting.

"Senior Sister Qin is the last descendant of the Hoop Heart Lineage! She is young and cultivated, why did she die in your hands?"

The sword immortal looked at the master's angry expression, and finally had some gritted teeth.

"I just killed a little mortal man, you are so angry, why didn't I see you shed a tear when Senior Sister Qin died?"

"I thought you were a brute without a conscience!"

Even if the two of them couldn't see me, I couldn't help but prick up my ears and sneak around, my heart pounding, as if I had heard something terrible about the private affairs of adults.

I have been working as a clerk in the shop since I was a child, and I only know that Master was originally a craftsman, and he was a bachelor at the age of 30, and he lived a life without food or hunger. As for where Master used to hang out and what experiences he had, I don't know anything. Now that he learned about such a private matter from the mouth of this sword immortal, he naturally paid extra attention.

In the future, it can be used as a handle for the master, and the master can be blackmailed to pay more wages.

Ah, it seems that there will be no more future.

Who is Senior Sister Qin? What is Wen Zhenren? The grievances and hatreds of the past shrouded the master's body like a halo, the misty drizzle and blood-stained streets, the angry men and the indifferent sword immortals, and the stagnant water puddles that were usually calm and calm suddenly turned into turbid waves and rivers and lakes.

Master's background is obviously much more complicated than I used to think.

Just by relying on a greasy bench to stop the immortal with sword energy, I think that my master will also be an immortal.

That's great.

It is clearly the setting of the protagonist in the tea garden novel, the bad old man is actually an old fairy, the broken bowl is actually a divine weapon, and the young man who is used as waste wood is actually a buried genius. The little guy who sits on the threshold every day and makes a fool will soar into the sky sooner or later, and from then on, the heroes of the world will bend their waists when they see me.

The only difference from the protagonists is that before I could go out and take a look, I became a ghost in the hands of an evil organization.

But I'm very optimistic about Master's next apprentice, and the task of avenging my senior sister in the future will also be handed over to you, how about it, is it one step closer to the protagonists of deep hatred?

The master is not just as simple as being able to stop the sword immortal with just a bench, not only can he stop it, but he even has a faint meaning of counterpressing one end.

He is really a master.

But Master, why didn't you teach me before, otherwise I would definitely not have ended up being cut down by someone with a sword, and I could have lived two tricks, at least I could shout to this person before being cut down, "What a fast sword!

Master's chair gradually suppressed the sword qi, and the legs of the chair also broke through the sword frame of the sword immortal, and finally landed firmly on the top of the sword immortal's head.

"Go back, you can't kill me. ”

"Leave the pills on your body. ”

Jian Xian sat down in the stagnant water on the street and sneered: "Leaving the pill can't save her." ”

The master didn't bother to pay attention to him, kicked his sword aside, pressed his shoulder, and searched his body.

"Who is she? It's worth all your trouble. ”

"It's none of your business. ”

"But Senior Sister Qin, she is my business, since you killed Senior Sister Qin, it is not bad for me to be a cheap life, as long as you don't kill me, I will kill all the people around you one by one sooner or later. ”

The master sneered: "The people around me? Where else are there people around me? I'm just her, and I was just killed by you." But if you come back next time, you won't be able to beat her, I said. ”

"But I advise you not to come, I will not show mercy next time. ”

The master found the porcelain vase and no longer cared whether he lived or died.

The Sword Immortal shouted behind him: "I know that my talent is not as good as you and Senior Sister, and I am not as smart as that, so you don't want to make it clear to me no matter what you do! But now Senior Sister Qin's death is not clear! Everyone said that you killed Senior Sister Qin, I don't believe it! If you don't have the courage to avenge her, then let me come! I'm not as smart as you! I'm not afraid of death!"

Master didn't speak, but picked up my body with a gentle expression.

Master's big hand gently touched the wound on my face, and his fingers were clearly still shaking. It seems that the master said that he was calm, but his body was obviously still very nervous.

I couldn't help but feel a little funny, since I was so worried about my life or death, why didn't I rush out and stop that sword immortal at the beginning? But then I realized that the sword immortal suddenly burst into a violent attack, and it was really difficult for the master to stop him immediately.

Master stood up, and I saw my arm fall down, swinging and swinging, and beads of blood trickling down from my fingertips, splashing small flowers on the ground.

Master put my body in the armhole and freed up one hand to take my hand and put it back on mine.

Then he carried me in his arms and walked lightly back to the shop, as if he was worried about disturbing anyone's sleep.

"Don't be afraid, Master will take you home. ”

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I haven't been sorry for half a month......

I'm ready to cut to the main line.,This chapter doesn't fit before and after, it may be a little uncomfortable to read.,The next chapter will be normal.。

There will be more tomorrow.