Chapter 64: I'm Sorry
Chapter 64: I'm Sorry
Following.
Xiaobai is still the same Xiaobai.
That little white who doesn't know how to use a sword.
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His father, who is called the sword god by everyone in the world, said that he can become a swordsman.
But Xiaobai knew very well in his heart that he would never become a swordsman.
Because Xiaobai once overheard a conversation between his father and grandfather.
Daddy's evaluation of himself is:
"There is no hope in holding a sword, but the body is acceptable. ”
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There are 14 continents, tens of thousands of small continents, and millions of living beings.
And there is only one sword god.
When people called him the Sword God, no one in the whole world dared to be called the Sword God.
So there are many, many people who use swords.
There is only one sword god.
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And now, this sword god said that it was hopeless for him to hold the sword.
Then it's really hopeless.
It is precisely because of this that his grandfather pulls himself to practice boxing all day long.
I just don't want to be sad.
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Behind the courtyard of the Bai family, there has always been a green meadow growing from soft grass.
In a wide green meadow, there is only one tree.
An old tree.
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There was a sword standing quietly under the old tree.
The wind blows, and the young grass shakes gently.
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Xiaobai once heard his father say that people who can really use a sword can talk to a sword.
Listen to the sword, tell the sword, hold the sword.
But he can only listen to the sword.
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Xiaobai sighed, walked slowly to the old tree, and sat down under the old tree.
Smelling the smell of grass, Xiaobai thought about it and said softly:
"I'll try one last time. ”
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"If it doesn't work, then I'll concentrate on casting in the future. ”
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After saying this, Xiaobai sat up and stood cross-legged.
Xiao Bai's face was extremely serious, facing the long sword under the tree, and clearly read out a word:
"From. ”
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The breeze is still there, and the old trees are still there.
Sword, still.
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Xiaobai didn't speak, just silently moved his body to the old tree, and gently leaned his head on the old trunk.
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Behind the courtyard wall dozens of steps away, men and beautiful women looked at their sons from afar.
There was distress in his eyes.
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Maybe it's because the weather is getting colder and colder, and everyone can't stay out of the cold, making Fusang City feel like a dead city.
In the city, there is a little boy running between the streets and alleys.
The little boy jumped and ran, turning back from time to time and shouting at the people behind him:
"Sister Dongfang, hurry up, otherwise it will be too late. ”
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Dongfang Fang Lan, who was some distance away from the young man, looked leisurely, and raised his voice unhurriedly and said:
"The last section only starts tomorrow, where is there anything too late?"
When the little boy heard this, he puffed out his cheeks and shouted angrily:
"I'm going to buy clothes! Sister Dongfang, you weren't listening to me just now!"
Dongfang Lan shook his head and sighed.
Along the way, she was almost annoyed to death by Leng Zhu.
Food, clothing, and housing are fun, Leng Zhu is all interested, as long as Leng Zhu is interested, he can talk endlessly from beginning to end.
It's so bad that my ears are really not clean.
A moment ago, Leng Zhu mentioned something to himself.
It is said that a very strange strange person appeared in the Tiger Prison, this person wore a white ghost mask.
From the first stage of the Tiger Prison to the end of the fifth stage, he fought with great ease, except for the fifth stage when he injured himself, he almost never saw blood.
But this man was not a monk.
In other words, this person is really skilled.
So this also led to a completely one-sided odds in the last section of the Tiger Prison's round, with almost 14 to 14.
Such high odds even frightened the owls.
But after all, it's a gate.
In the face of this kind of odds, I don't make a profit, I'm really sorry for the well-known name of the owl.
Even if countless spectators will be unconvinced, maybe they will make trouble, but where will the owl care about this?
Under Shizue's arrangement, the Owl Sect sent people to secretly erase the people who had fought against the white-faced ghosts.
replaced the person who would have faced the extraordinary white-faced ghost in the last section of the Tiger Prison with Leng Zhu.
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Dongfang Fang Lan has never cared about this kind of thing.
It should be said that the master of the Owl Gate has never cared about this.
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Put down the sword, when she was selling wine in Qingshui Town, Jiangnan, she was Dongfang Fang Lan.
Whether others say that she is a silly girl, or others think that she is an inconspicuous little girl who sells alcohol, she readily accepts it.
But.
picked up the sword, and when she was in charge of Fusang City, she was the master of the Xiaomen Gate.
She has to be ruthless, ruthless enough.
So now, how can she care about such a thing?
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Dongfang Fang Lan held the scabbard in his hand in his left hand, carrying his left hand behind his back, and his steps were very steady and light.
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As for the white-faced ghost in Leng Zhu's mouth?
Now I'm sitting on the ground in the yard with Qiumei, pinching the little clay figurines.
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Bai Yunhuan has made Qiumei cry for the second time.
The first time was when Bai Yunhuan suddenly remembered to ask Qiumei about her life experience on the street, and the second time was when Bai Yunhuan secretly ran out and injured himself.
If it was said that Bai Yunhuan was unintentional and unintentional for the first time, it would be forgivable, after all, he didn't know whether he was guilty.
But this second time can't be explained, and Bai Yunhuan can't help it.
In order to compensate Qiumei, in fact, Bai Yunhuan didn't want to just pinch an ugly little clay figure at first.
It's just that when I came back that day, I found that this boundless Fusang City didn't even have a shop selling porcelain dolls, and even if there were, none of them were open.
After all, it is not easy for everyone to protect themselves in an eventful season, more things are better than less things, who will send their lives out in order to make a little money?
There was really no other way, Bai Yunhuan only thought about pinching a little clay figure for Qiumei that day.
Qiumei still cried when she heard it, but after crying, she didn't forget it at all.
Today, he is clamoring for Bai Yunhuan to fulfill his promise.
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At this time, Bai Yunhuan sighed and rubbed the yellow mud dumplings of his mobile phone. It's not that Bai Yunhuan is shirking the matter of being a little clay figure.
It's just that Bai Yunhuan feels that he is a son, and the more he should go, the more he will go back.
When I was a child, I was often taught a lesson by Sister Xiaohan, but now that I have grown up, I have to be locked up by Qiu Mei and not allowed to go out.
What's going on?
Complaining is complaining, Bai Yunhuan's hand didn't stop at all.
Maybe it's because he often makes little clay figurines with Yin Er, or maybe he pinchs the little clay figurines when he has nothing to do, in short, Bai Yunhuan's process of making this little clay figurine this time is very smooth.
There is even leisure to chat with Qiumei.
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"Qiumei, can I ask you a question?"
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"Yes, Childe, you ask. ”
Qiu Mei opened her big eyes and stared at the little clay figure in Bai Yunhuan's hand without blinking, and replied bluntly.
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"You say, if I run into someone I can't beat, can I run?"
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Qiu Mei was stunned, no longer looked at the little clay figure, raised her head, and said seriously and word by word:
"Childe, you have to run!"
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Bai Yunhuan nodded and said with a smile:
"Gotcha. ”
Qiu Mei regained her smile and looked happily at the little clay figure in Bai Yunhuan's hand again.
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It's a breeze again.
Under the breeze, the white-haired boy silently said a lot of sorry to Qiumei in his heart.
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