"Have you chosen the next sword contestant?"

Wang Jingmeng turned around and walked to the carriage, and asked softly at the same time.

"After choosing, this person should be about the same as Yu Xiuchun, but he is more proud than Yu Xiuchun, so you will still win. Lin boiled wine said.

"It's about the same as Yu Xiuchun?"

Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything, but Yan Xinlan frowned slightly, and said, "Won't it be a little boring." ”

Lin Zhujiu turned his head to look at her, smiled slightly, and said: "I understand what you mean, there will be people who question whether he only picks opponents who can be defeated to compete with swords, but since some people question it, there is no need for us to look for it, and someone will naturally jump out." ”

"You're right, this kind of sword comparison without fireworks will indeed be a little boring. ”

Lin Zhujiu restrained his smile and said softly seriously: "But if you start the sword competition, you will have some hatred and some resentment, which will be more able to mobilize people's emotions." I don't know who started to line up the sword list back then, but the sword list itself is naturally very useful. ”

"If in your opinion, the sword list has ulterior motives, then the Mirror Lake Sword Club also has ulterior motives. Yan Xinlan thought for a while and said.

"If it weren't for Uncle Gu to accept apprentices, Uncle Yu wouldn't have gone to the Mirror Lake Sword Club at all. ”

Lin Zhuojiu said: "He and Uncle Gu don't like to be famous, and they don't like to let some people who don't like to see their swords. ”

"It's just that whether they like it or not, I want them to see the sword in the Bashan Sword Field. Wang Jingmeng said.

Lin Zhujiu was a little helpless, and said, "You are not the same thing as what I said. ”

"There are already too many people here, and even if the dyeing shop has no opinion, I'm afraid there are people to take care of, and if something happens, it will all be blamed on us. ”

Wang Jingmeng became serious and said, "In the next sword competition, you need to change places." ”

......

"How?"

"It's peculiar. ”

"Peculiar?"

In the largest room in the entire Changling Tomb, a middle-aged man in a silver shirt slowly raised his head, and he took his gaze away from some case files and landed on the cultivator standing quietly in front of him.

The middle-aged man's silver shirt was woven from real silver threads, which should have felt heavy, but these silver threads were extremely small, but they were actually very soft.

Peculiar... It was an unthinkable comment.

"It's very peculiar, many people from the Xishan Sword Sect went today, and they wrote down most of the sword moves of Wang Jingmeng and Yu Xiuchun, and I heard that after they went back, they also practiced on their own, but the final result was that they couldn't figure it out. ”

The cultivator in front of him smiled slightly and said, "They found that if they used Wang Jingmeng's sword moves, they wouldn't be able to crack some of Yu Xiuchun's sword moves at all. ”

The middle-aged man in the silver shirt didn't want to waste time, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "They can't figure it out, you must be able to figure it out." ”

"The timing and sword intent are perfect. The practitioner said, "They can't do it because they can't be the same perfection." The slightest difference is a thousand miles. ”

The middle-aged man in the silver shirt glanced at him and did not speak, and the cultivator continued lightly: "To be able to achieve such perfection with every sword, it can only be instinct, and it is a true talent. ”

The middle-aged man in the silver shirt lowered his eyelids, "Bashan Sword Field came to Changling to investigate Gu Liren's death, and those who really have the ability to kill Gu Liren will naturally be among the suspects... It's just that tracking down this kind of thing, this kind of sword comparison of the undead, but it's too slow after all. I'm also very curious about who let Gu Liren die and for what. So let him check and let some people die. ”

......

In a narrow alleyway, there are many children playing.

Many houses have wooden basins for washing clothes and vegetables at the door, and some sundries and even stones and gravel for repairing the courtyard wall are piled up messily on the side of the wall.

Many children even jumped up and down on the mossy rocks.

The eaves and courtyard walls above them were a little crumbling, but the adults in the alley were all familiar with it.

Compared to the adults in the deep compound, they don't seem to have to think about the safety of these children at all.

Even a few days ago, a child was greedy for play and accidentally fell into the well, but a woman who was nearby used a bamboo pole to prop up the well, and then casually called a few nearby residents, came and fished it up, and then was led by the family to beat it up.

The world outside the alley is too far away from these people to seem to be impossible to contact in their lifetime.

A girl in newly embroidered shoes ran out of a courtyard.

Her family was not here today, and she was carrying an empty bowl of coarse porcelain, and she was soon filled with food by her neighbors.

The girl ate happily, and her red cheeks were stained with rice.

But her eyes couldn't help but be attracted by a stone pile.

She saw that in the small pile of rubble, some black flowers were blooming, and then they quickly disappeared, like stars at night, lit up and extinguished.

Her eyes widened, and she didn't feel fear at all, just a special curiosity, a special interest.

She found that there were also such small black flowers blooming and disappearing on the courtyard wall behind the stone pile.

She walked around and pushed open the hidden courtyard door, forgetting that there was still a small half bowl of food in the rice bowl in her hand.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that there were more small black flowers flickering in this courtyard, especially at the door of a room facing her in the backyard, this small black flower was constantly growing and dying, like a black blanket.

She ran over happily, stepped on the little black flowers, and cried out in surprise.

She saw these little black flowers bloom on the uppers of her new shoes and then disappear again, like playful butterflies.

She chuckled.

"What's your name?"

At this moment, a gentle female voice sounded in the room.

The girl stopped and looked up in surprise.

"Can you see these flowers?"

The door of the room opened, and she saw that on the soft collapse of the room, there sat a gentle woman, who was more beautiful than all the women she had ever seen.

She couldn't help but be stunned again.

"Yes. ”

When her rice bowl was taken off and fell to the ground, she was startled and subconsciously returned.

The rice bowl fell to the ground, but there was no sound, and it didn't shatter as she feared.

The girl's eyes widened and she saw a large black flower holding her bowl.

"My surname is Shang. ”

She was stunned for a moment, then said, and suddenly became a little shy, "My name, my father shouted less, I can't remember it." ”

"Do you like these flowers?"

The gentle woman couldn't help but laugh and asked.

The girl nodded vigorously.

"If you like it, you can come over, but don't tell people that you've seen these flowers. The gentle woman looked at her and whispered earnestly.