"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Oops...... Zhang Ziyu, didn't you go to work and sleep again, how many times did my mother tell you, don't work hard, work hard to find a job......" A shrill woman's voice roared in the office of an office building, and the thick slap like a sunflower fan slapped heavily on the shoulder of a young employee who was sleeping and whispering on the desk.

The young man was frightened, raised his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, looked at the fat woman on a bridge pier in front of him, grinned, scratched the back of his head, and said innocently: "Lord Director, under your wise and martial leadership, how dare I sleep, just a little dozing ......"

The playful young man, gesturing with his hands, looks like a hippie smile, but his mind is haunted in the wonderful dream just now, if it weren't for the "old witch" to disturb his dream, you can see the delicate face of the tender girl "Dancing Butterfly", it is really disappointing.

Although thousands of grass and mud horses were flying in his heart, he had to smile and beg for mercy at the old witch in front of him.

"Zhang Ziyu, the old lady sues you, if I see you going to work and sleeping again, you will give the old lady a fuck, how far and as far as you want!"

"Yes, yes...... Lord in charge, the younger brother will never dare anymore, and there will be no more naps in the future. Zhang Ziyu hurriedly agreed, eager to drown this "fat woman" with a mouthful of spit.

He, Zhang Ziyu, a salesman of a private company, a college graduate with "Four Books and Five Classics", is a depressed and hard-working office worker, who can't fight his father, has no background, and has no background, so he has to act as a "son of a cow" in misery.

He was already a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water to avoid the supervisor's "raids" again and again, but he didn't care about the director's words and deeds.

It's just that the youth is passing away, nothing has been accomplished, not to mention the time and years, and there is a low-voiced life. It feels like a walking corpse to linger.

If only I could travel through the past like those time-traveling novels.

Zhang Ziyu silently glanced at the back of the fat old witch walking out of the office, and thought about it for a while, a wave of sleepiness hit him again, and his heavy eyelids made him want to fall asleep again.

Recently, in order to catch up with a few novels about kendo, he almost always reads novels all night at night, and sleeps during the day, which is a normal human need.

Whatever, his spirit is not good, and Yan zhòng affects work efficiency, hehe, Lao Tzu continues to sleep, and continues to dream about the story of Zhang Ziyu and Dancing Butterfly who is holding a famous sword.

Zhang Ziyu, who was exhausted, fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a different world......

A small dilapidated house made of bamboo strips, thunder and lightning, pouring rain, washed this small bamboo house that was about to collapse.

The gloomy sky, full of haze, rolling dark clouds, shrouded the sky, and the suffocating dull air was about to freeze.

"Ding-dong......"

The rain falls, and the piano is raised.

On a bamboo table, there is a delicate jade carved guqin, glowing with a gentle white light, and a girl in a white shirt with green jade fingers caressing the qin rhythmically.

The beauty of the amazing Hong is like a fairy, extraordinary, with a melon seed face, tender and smooth, and it can be broken by blowing.

The melodious sound of the piano makes people's hearts feel quiet and peaceful, and every string movement is like entering the internal organs, and the heart lake is enough to ripple slightly, cleansing the whole soul.

"Ding-dong......"

Heavenly sound, guqin.

It is like a stone particle thrown into the surface of the lake as calm as a mirror, rippling ripples.

Hey, what kind of place is this? Zhang Ziyu blinked his eyes, looked around at the dignified and beautiful girl Fuqin, didn't she notice me? Or was she ignored?

Zhang Ziyu tried to figure out his situation, he didn't know if he didn't look at it, he was startled when he saw it, he was scared, the sword, Lao Tzu became a sword, and hung on the bamboo pillar behind the girl, a sword glowing with coldness.

This...... Crossing into a sword? No, no, to be exact, a sword spirit.

The ancient sword belongs to the "short soldier". Known as the "King of a Hundred Soldiers". Every sword has its soul, which is called the "sword spirit".

His head was "buzzing", and in an instant his head was about to crack, and his memories flashed through his mind like an old movie.

“...... The sword rises, and the spirit gathers...... The swordsman is honored...... Cultivating the sword with a sword spirit...... Nirvana incarnate ......"

“...... The sword cultivation starts from the Chengying Sword, 'Jiao divides the Chengying, the goose falls and forgets to return', the human sword is one, there is a spirit in the sword, there are people in the spirit, and the sword is ...... endlessly"

“...... Ancient swords in the world, sword spirit cultivation, to become a sword body ......"

Zhang Ziyu had a splitting headache, these fields flashed in his mind, he was dizzy, and fainted again.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The crisp sound sounded, which woke Zhang Ziyu up, opened his eyes, and saw that outside the bamboo house, a blazing torch was lit, and arrows rained down, shooting in from outside the bamboo house.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The arrow sank into the bamboo pillar, and Zhang Ziyu's three souls were so frightened that they disappeared.

And next to the bamboo table in the center of the bamboo house, the dance hall has cold sleeves, feather clothes fluttering, the sound of the piano is everywhere, and between the frowning eyebrows of the girl in white shirts, the fuqin is turned into a cold light rolled out, and the sound waves pass through, shaking those arrows down.

"Dancing Butterfly, that slut is stubbornly resisting, everyone goes up together, kills her, and takes away the 'Famous Sword Technique' and the 'Famous Sword'!" With an angry roar, a spear pierced the door of the bamboo house, and a burly man landed at the door, the spear shook, pointing at the girl who was playing the piano in the bamboo house.

Dancing butterfly? Is she dancing butterfly? Is she Zhang Ziyu in that dream? Nima really crossed over.

It doesn't matter if you cross over, you have also crossed into a sword spirit, it seems that the "famous sword" in the mouth of the strong man at the door is probably the sword attached to the sword spirit.

"Gun God, beware of Fu Xiqin, the little slut of butterfly dance!" Another loud man's voice fell, and a young man fell, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a circular Tai Chi yin and yang pattern on his chest.

He was holding a pot glowing with purple red in his hand, surrounded by a flickering aura, a pair of lion eyes, blazing, standing awe-inspiring on the side of the strong man with a spear.

The girl frowned, her lips moved slightly, her teeth were like snow, and her pleasant silver bell-like voice was cold and piercing, "'Gun God' Shangguan Jin, a 'blood spilling gun' dominates the storm, 'Seeking Immortals' Nie Chongtian, a demon refining pot, absorbing the demons of heaven and earth, I didn't expect that the two of them were bewitched by demons and came to snatch the 'Famous Sword' and 'Famous Sword Trick'." ”

"Dancing Butterfly, don't talk nonsense, as long as you obediently hand over the 'Famous Sword' and 'Famous Sword Technique', we can let you live!" said Shangguan Jin, the spear god, with a gloomy face.

"Joke, Venerable Tianji handed over the 'Famous Sword' and the 'Famous Sword Technique' to the little woman, how could he let him fall into the hands of Er and other thieves. You sanctimonious hypocrites, who doesn't know that you have a ghost in your heart, do you really think that if you have a 'famous sword', you can command the Three Realms?"

Dancing Butterfly groaned and shouted, like a long whip whipping these heroes who are famous all over the world, making these two people extremely unhappy.

Xun Xian Nie Chongtian rolled up his robe, held out the demon refining pot, and said in a fierce voice: "Dancing Butterfly, don't toast or eat and punish wine, you have to block it again, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Hmph, you dare to be presumptuous here, first ask the Fu Xiqin in the girl's hand!" Before the dancing butterfly spoke, the jade palm slapped on the bamboo table, and a dark blue cyclone held up the guqin on the bamboo table.

Dancing butterflies dance lightly and caress the qin, melodious piano sounds, natural fairy music, turning into a sharp blade of sound waves swept towards the spear god Shangguan Jin and the immortal Nie Chongtian.

The blood-dripping spear in Shangguan Jin's hand drew an arc, and the air was red and bloody, stabbing at the sound wave of the dancing butterfly.

Nie Chongtian threw out the demon refining pot, changed the trick, and sacrificed the demon refining pot, the demon refining pot was suspended in the air, spinning, and the light covered the bamboo house, intertwined with the sound waves aroused by the dancing butterflies.

From a distance, it looks like two flying dragons fighting together, and the cyclone "buzzes", stirring the bamboo house to the ground.

Arrows were still raining down from outside the bamboo house, rain curtains, and thunder roared.

It can be seen that the outside of this dilapidated bamboo house is already surrounded inside and out, and it is difficult to fly if you want to escape from here.

Dancing Butterfly was very aware of her current situation, and when she handed over the "Famous Sword Technique" and "Famous Sword" to her at Tianji Peak, she knew that it would lead to unnecessary disputes.

Unexpectedly, the Three Realms competed, surrounded and looted everywhere, attracting endless killings, and the world was even more strife, harming the innocent people.

In this out-of-the-world wilderness far away from the hustle and bustle, she originally planned to take the famous sword and the famous sword trick to retreat to reduce the bloody killing.

After all, they still found it, and whether the famous sword and the famous sword trick can be preserved will be fought here.

The Venerable Heavenly Machine prophesied at that time: When the famous sword reappears and the killings are everywhere, a great hero may be born.

Since it is a famous sword, since ancient times, famous swords have been matched with heroes, and heroes have been matched with beauties. Moreover, such a sword, the sword spirit is condensed, how can it be nameless, and it is controlled by the ordinary people of the Three Realms.

Dancing Butterfly came to this unknown mountain to take refuge with the famous sword and the famous sword trick, but she also escaped three or five years, and the catastrophe could not be avoided after all!

Attracting masters like "Seeking Immortals" Nie Chongtian and "Gun God" Shangguan Jin was indeed unexpected by Dancing Butterfly.

I'm afraid that the people who come from outside this bamboo house are all masters of the Three Realms, and they seem to be determined to get the famous sword and the famous sword trick.

While the dancing butterfly sighed softly, the jade finger stroked the qin, this Fuxi qin, which was comparable to her life, was originally a divine weapon given to her by the Heavenly Machine Venerable.

She has been good at music and dance skills since she was a child, dancing for nine days, which can be called a butterfly change, and is named "Dancing Butterfly". Since she got this magnificent divine weapon from the Venerable Tianji-Fu Xiqin, she has even broken through the rhythm of music and deduced the supreme supernatural power.

A song of Fuxiqin, the heavenly ghosts are terrifying. The dance hall is accompanied by cold sleeves, and the butterfly shadow is drunk in the world.

Whether it is the spear god Shangguan Jin or the immortal Nie Chongtian, the name of the dancing butterfly has long been like thunder, in the early years, in order to snatch the famous sword and the famous sword master of the Three Realms, there have been thirty-nine tragic deaths under her Fu Xiqin.