It was like a bundle of cabbage being carried upside down in a sack, and the pungent smell of wine made him dizzy, and even made him lose his mind for a while.

Secretly greeting the eighteen generations of blood relatives before and after this 'silver thief', I felt a little stuffy in my chest, I don't know if it was smoked by this person's alcohol, or the sequelae of being restrained in the acupoints.

Point points, light skills, and the silver thief who kidnapped himself must be a person in the martial arts. Liu Jian couldn't help but wonder, is it a silver thief in the martial arts, or do people in the martial arts regard this profession as a deputy position?

Anyway, what is this silver thief doing when he catches himself? Buddha blesses, but don't have any perverted habits, my brother is still young, and he is very clean.

As soon as I was thinking about it, the wind whistled in my ears stopped, and I felt my left arm hit the door frame, and I could still feel pain. I was tapped twice on my chest, and the feeling of tightness in my chest disappeared suddenly, but the smell of choking wine became stronger and stronger.

His limbs quickly regained his instincts, and Liu Jian struggled in the sack, kicking his feet on the man's back again and again.

"Let me down! You are a weak soul! What kind of ability is it to bully the small!"

Peng-

"Oops!"

There was a scream from the sack, and Liu Jian's back hit a wall, and the whole person fell upside down. Fortunately, at this time, the acupuncture point has been solved, and the arm wave can be against the ground, avoiding the tragedy of grabbing the ground with his head.

With a few snorts, several bright lights flashed in front of Liu Jian's eyes, and the surrounding sense of restraint suddenly disappeared.

In danger, he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and a bone jumped up on the ground, with strips of sacks of cloth hanging around his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the bright light, and what he saw was a long sword glowing with cold light, which was being inserted back into the cyan scabbard at his waist by a large rough hand.

Glancing at this person along his arm, Liu Jian suddenly relieved his heart, this person is not a silver thief......

It's good not to be a silver thief, it's better to kill or chop than **.

In Liu Jian's impression, the silver thieves are all the kind of brocade-clothed and powder-faced, or roe-headed rat images, which are like this sloppy drunkard with a long sword at his waist. If it weren't for the fact that the clothes on his body were dirty but still neat, and the purse hanging from his waist was bulging, he could have been classified as an elder of the beggar gang.

The head is unkempt, the eyes are cloudy, the big square face is covered with stubble, and the loose hair has not been combed for many years, and has condensed into strands. The long coat on his body was not recognizable in its original color, the collar was open to his chest, but there was a small iron gourd hanging from his chest.

If this person wants to kill himself, wouldn't it be convenient to stab him to death with a sword in a sack and then abandon his body in the wilderness. If that's the case, I can only be a ghost who died unjustly, and I don't know who to sue when I get down.

I can't help but feel sad, my life is cheap, the day is precarious, and life and death are always in the thought of others. This feeling always makes him suffer all the time, and this kind of life, even if it is rich and rich, is definitely not what he wants.

He didn't want to control or play with the fate of others, he just wanted to control his own destiny;

Thinking too far, the top priority is to save your life first, and your body is the capital of the revolution.

The man picked up the gourd on his chest, gently pulled the iron plug from it with his thumb, ruffled the long hair that was attached to his face, and licked his lips with his tongue a little uneasily. Leaning the iron gourd slightly, the tip of his tongue smacked a small bite on the mouth of the gourd, and his face showed a look of enjoyment, followed by a long sigh.

"Hah...... Comfortable!"

Only then did he have time to glance at the ruined temple he was in, and found that what was shown on TV was not a lie, and this kind of illegal building really existed.

"Heroes are good at swordsmanship!" Liu Jian, who was standing in the corner of the wall, had nothing to say, and slowly took off the strips of linen cloth on his body, and suddenly found that each linen cloth was the same length and width, and the overlapping contrast was not bad at all.

If the voice just now was just an unintentional response, then the next sentence is a heartfelt sigh: "Such a bull......"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the heart of learning martial arts burned brightly.

This guy kidnapped himself in broad daylight, probably because he saw that he had excellent qualifications, outstanding character, and full of frugality, and wanted to accept himself as a disciple with righteousness and pass on his invincible peerless swordsmanship......

"Hiccup!" the man burped, and the whole ruined temple was filled with the smell of wine.

Seeing that this swordsman is holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, he used his left hand when he used the sword, and it is estimated that he should be left-handed. There is a sword in his name, which is obviously related to the sword, but the apprenticeship experience two years ago made him feel related and hesitated for a while.

Without waiting for him to decide whether to learn from a master and sword, the drunkard swordsman touched his chin and looked at Liu Jian left and right, and then shook his head and sighed, full of questions.

"The bones are fragile, the physique is mixed, and there is no prominent veins on the body, how can the old flower take a fancy to you?"

These straightforward words made Liu Jian's face bitter, but he was a little glad in his heart, glad that he had just knelt down to apprentice, otherwise, it would be the end of apprenticeship and not being kicked.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Haruko-chan. Liu Jian replied honestly. In the face of this kind of martial arts powerhouse, how dare he be a child. This is a river and lake where a person's life is like a mustard, and he is not a nobody, and he dies in vain.

"Who asked you this. The big man glared at him, stroked the 'door curtain' on his face, and said impatiently, "What name did your parents give you?" ”

Liu Jian was suddenly excited, it has been two years since he came to this world, and no one has ever asked his real name once.

Finally, he was able to call out his name in a dignified manner, which was derived from his father's surname, and someone could finally recognize it, how could outsiders understand the stirring in his heart. took a deep breath and straightened his waist, and was about to report the two big characters that shocked the world, wept ghosts and gods, seized the moon and created the transformation, and gathered the righteousness of heaven and earth......

"I almost forgot," the drunkard swordsman patted his head, "You grew up in the Qinglou since you were a child, and your name is Xiaochunzi." Haruko-chan?"

"Hey," Liu Jian could only look inside, holding his breath in his chest and almost hurting internally, so depressed that he just wanted to turn around and hit the wall. "Haruko is here. ”

"Listen first, I'm not your master, and you don't have to think about being my apprentice. ”

Liu Jian couldn't help rolling his eyes, what is this, you don't want to accept it, the master doesn't want to worship it.

The big man also seemed to realize that what he said was somewhat inappropriate, and added: "I practice the sword with my left hand, and those with the right hand intact cannot learn it, and they can't learn it." ”

Liu Jian glanced up at the big man's right hand, but saw that a little finger and ring finger were missing from the right hand, and he was slightly surprised in his heart. The drunkard didn't care at all, his left hand would not leave the hilt of the sword except for drinking, and his right hand, which was missing two fingers, swayed lightly at Liu Jian.

"I came this time to be entrusted by your master, Hanako, to teach you to practice internal strength for two years. Where is the "Forging Jade Technique" that could have been used to steal the sky? Take it out and let me see it first. ”

Liu Jian hadn't come back to his senses in the words of the drunkard swordsman, and the amount of information contained in these two sentences was a bit too large. Master? When did I have a master? I did have a jade forging technique, but it was in exchange for my savings from the rest of the month.

That old charlatan really gave himself a peerless martial arts?

Liu Jian was a little suspicious, a white light and shadow flashed in front of him, and then he felt that his waist was loosened, and the tightly tied belt turned into a strip of cloth.

With two snaps, two books, one large and one small, fell down with his pants, Liu Jian bent down to pick them up, and saw the two books fly into the right hand of the drunkard swordsman like wings.

Liu Jian stood up with his pants up, and glared at the two books in the drunkard's hand.

"Hundred Flowers Book?" The drunkard threw the book back to him, and couldn't wait to open the "Forging Jade Formula", and didn't forget to ask Liu Jian, "What are you doing with this kind of booklet?"

"Leave the toilet. Liu Jian snorted, stuffed the "Hundred Flowers Book" into his sleeve and put it away, and stood there honestly with his pants up.

The telekinesis has appeared, who knows if this person will hurt people with sword qi, cross the sky, and take people's heads thousands of miles away...... couldn't help but break out a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, didn't he travel to the world of cultivating immortals?

No, people in the market have only heard of people who practice martial arts, and they have never heard of the talk of Taoism and the gods, so they should not be bloody to that extent.

"Counter emptiness with yang, anti-emptiness...... No, this is completely unreasonable, and the anti-emptiness refers to the true qi and the hypocrisy. No, where does this yang come from? How can it come out of thin air?"

The drunkard stood there for half an hour, sometimes talking to himself, sometimes gesturing with his right hand, but his brow was furrowed, as if he could not figure anything out.

Liu Jian stood aside without saying a word, and couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart, this person may be his own opportunity.

"That's it," the drunkard shook his head, let out a long sigh, and took the Jade Forging Recipe back into his arms.

"Hey, that's my ......" Liu Jian was about to remind, but was glared back by the drunkard.

"What are you, can I still be greedy for your bullshit martial arts cheats?" The drunkard picked up the gourd hanging on his chest again and took a sip carefully.

Sighing, full of vicissitudes, Liu Jian suddenly felt that this was a drunkard with a story.

"Since I promised you to teach you an old immortal, I will definitely not break my promise, so go back first. ”

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, which only had three fingers, and Liu Jian couldn't see his movements clearly at all, so he felt his shoulders being restrained and his body rose into the air.

The pungent smell of wine in his nose struck again, and the light in front of him and the wind whistling in his ears, but the drunkard was leading him to gallop on the deserted road. The walls of the city were rapidly approaching, and the speed of this drunkard was really not slow.

"Boy, remember, if you want to practice, you can't damage Yuanyang, cherish your childish body!"