Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 473 Wen Sheng
Wen Sheng is the waiter of a restaurant in Shuangjiang City.

Responsible for serving tea and water to the guests every day, and telling the past news.

Although he didn't have much money, he lived a leisurely life like this.

He has always been very principled. If a guest rewards him generously, he will often buy a jug of wine of comparable value to pay back.

Because he believes that his service is only worth so much money, and if there is more, he will not be blessed.

Not long ago, because of this incident, he got a book called "Original Sword Jue" from a customer.

He had longed for the life of those swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, and now he had the opportunity, so he was naturally very happy.

This exercise is written in a popular and simple way, although there are some places he doesn't understand very well, but it seems plausible that he can practice it well.

And as he practiced, his physique became better and better, his eyesight and hands were quicker, and he did things a lot more quickly, so he was praised by the shopkeeper several times.

But he was not proud of it, and had the idea of ​​walking in the rivers and lakes.

He knew that what he got was just a book of exercises given by a guest, and it was still far behind those real masters in the Jianghu.

So although he asked Blacksmith Wang to make a sword for himself, he only practiced it at home and didn't dare to use it.

He thought he could live like this for a long time, until he got married and had children, and when his son grew up, he began to teach his son how to practice swordsmanship.
But different from what he imagined, after the group of people wearing iron armor and holding swords flew over, his good days were over.

"Jianjian Villa rebelled, I suspect that your inn is related to Jianjian Villa, everyone come out, we have to check one by one!" A sergeant said.

"My lord, we are just businessmen on duty. How dare we get involved in the rebellion? Is there some misunderstanding?" The shopkeeper took out a few golden swords and handed them to the sergeant.

"Hehe!" The sergeant took the golden sword and said, "Bribing the imperial court official will be punished with a higher crime, drag it out!"

As soon as the sound fell, soldiers came over and dragged the shopkeeper away.

And the shopkeeper was still shouting: "I've been wronged, I've been wronged, Mr. Jun!"

After that, more than a dozen soldiers started smashing and looting in the store, and took away the valuables that could be taken away, and smashed or burned the valuables that could not be taken away.

Wen Sheng watched all this happen, but there was nothing he could do.

He was pushed out of the inn by a soldier, and he saw the old shopkeeper hanging on a wooden post at a glance.

The old shopkeeper's chest was pierced by a long sword, but he was not dead yet. He was panting, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"I've seen it all, this is what happens to the rebels!!" The sergeant said sonorously, "If you know something, tell us quickly, lest you be searched by us and follow in his footsteps."

There seemed to be a fire burning in Wen Sheng's heart. He looked at the old shopkeeper's body on the stake, looked at the sergeant inexplicably, and said, "What did he do wrong?"

"Fornicating with a traitor, he is also a traitor, and that's what happens to a traitor!!" The sergeant said: "If you know the truth, tell the truth, maybe you can be rewarded with an official position."

Wen Sheng knew that the old shopkeeper had contacts with a deacon of Zhujian Villa. After all, if he wanted to open a shop in Shuangjiang City, who could not rely on Zhujian Villa?
Just seeing the old shopkeeper end up like this, Wen Sheng still felt very angry.

"I'm not an official." Wen Sheng shook his head.

"It's quite an idea. If you don't want to be an official, there are gold, silver and treasures. Otherwise, there is no shortage of swordsmanship cheats, pills and secret treasures. As long as your news is valuable, we will never be stingy." The sergeant smiled. road.

"Can you give me a sword?" Wen Sheng asked.

"Sword?" The sergeant looked puzzled, but immediately nodded and said, "Okay, bring a sword!"

Not long after, one person brought a fine iron sword and handed it to Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng carefully inspected the sword in his hand.

The three-foot-long sword had a cold light, and it was very sharp at first glance, and his eyes were reflected in the smooth blade.

What kind of gaze is that?

Cold, numb, maybe there is still some anger hidden in the deepest part!

"It's up to you, tell me as soon as you have any news." The sergeant said.

"Okay!" Wen Sheng nodded.

Immediately, his wrist holding the sword moved.

Reed!
A cold light flashed past, and there was an invisible bloodstain on the sergeant's neck.

Wen Sheng thought he would be afraid, but until now, he only felt a little grief.

Grief for this world, and grief for myself.

"grown ups!!"

The soldiers next to him were terrified and their faces changed drastically.

"Go, kill him!"

Wen Sheng looked around, his footsteps moved, and his figure shot out like lightning.

Simply take out the sword and withdraw the sword, every time you attack, you can easily reap a life.

He still underestimated himself and the exercises Lin Qianjun gave him.

Before swordsmanship involves sword qi, sword intent, etc., what one seeks is nothing less than three points, that is, fast, precise and ruthless.

And Lin Qianjun's "Origin Sword Art", from the beginning to the end, only pursues these three points.

Strengthening yourself and increasing basic attributes can make your sword powerful enough, your movements fast enough, and your sword sharp enough.

This is the power that foundations can bring.

There is no need for cumbersome sword skills, you only need to learn how to hold a sword.

The rest, when you hold the sword, you will naturally understand.

Not long after, more than twenty sergeants in the field were all killed by Wen Sheng.

Seeing this, the rest of the people's faces changed drastically in fright, and they fled here one after another.

For them, whether it was the sergeants or Wen Sheng who held the sword, they were absolutely dangerous people.

Wen Sheng stepped forward to remove the old shopkeeper's body from the wooden stake. At this time, the old shopkeeper was already angry, and he said in a voice like a mosquito: "I didn't expect that there is such a big... .god.."

Wen Sheng remained silent, with a moving expression on his face and tears in his eyes.

The old shopkeeper comforted: "Man...you don't flick your tears easily. In the backyard...under the big locust tree, I have my money to go...Leave Shuangjiang City."

After saying this, the old shopkeeper swallowed his last breath.

Wen Sheng carried the old shopkeeper on his back and walked to the big locust tree in the backyard. He poured the little sword power in his body into the long sword in his hand, and slashed on the ground a few times.

The blade sank into the ground with ease and picked up a large amount of dirt, digging a deep hole in place.

Wen Sheng saw the urn buried under the locust tree, and because he struck the sword too hard, the upper half had been cut off, revealing the cloth wrapping the golden sword inside.

Hundreds of golden swords are hidden here.

And it seems that there is more than one urn here.

But Wen Sheng didn't care about these things.

He took out one of the urns, then put the shopkeeper's body into the deep pit, swung his sword to backfill the soil, and buried the rest of the urns in it.

After finishing these, he broke the urn in his hand, took out all the golden swords inside, and tied them around his waist.

Just like that, he swaggered out of the store.

He thought very clearly, as long as others thought he took all the money away, no one would harass the old shopkeeper anymore.

And in fact, it was true. After seeing him, almost everyone felt that he took away all the money hidden by the old shopkeeper.

Those soldiers who got the news all chased after him.

Holding a sword in his hand, Wen Sheng walked on the street with a peaceful heart.

Perhaps the road ahead would be death, but why would he be afraid?

Zhujian Villa was besieged, but Xie Xifeng didn't act too anxious.

This day will come sooner or later, although it is a little earlier than the time he estimated, but the final result is nothing less than the following.

Either the imperial court finally retreated, or Zhujian Villa's divine sword was seized and perished, or both sides suffered losses, and the people in Zhujian Villa fled with the divine sword.

He imagined every outcome.

And he will face it calmly.

Inside a gazebo outside Zhujian Villa.

The leader of the Excalibur Army, Fu Ji, was playing chess with Xie Xifeng. At this time, he dropped a piece, and then said: "Xie Xifeng, Your Majesty said, as long as you Zhujian Villa is willing to hand over the three Excaliburs and join the court."

"You can't stop me from taking this step." Xie Xifeng said, interrupting Fu Ji's words.

Fu Ji looked at the chessboard, but it was determined by Xie Xifeng, who reversed the whole situation.

"I know that you are forging the fourth divine sword, but even if you have four divine swords in your hand, you can only stop the divine sword army. If the Holy One makes a move, what should you use to resist it?" Fu Ji looked at it seriously Said to Xie Xifeng.

Xie Xifeng said: "Even if there is Wuji Pill to continue his life, he can only live for less than ten years at most. The world is already in chaos. What he can do is to hand over this great river and mountain to future generations instead of lingering on his last breath. He wanted to continue his career as a cadre.

Look at what Hao Erlang, his boss, has done all these years?
Exorbitant taxes, forced labor, large-scale construction and construction of wonders, the people can't even eat enough to eat, and they still want to draft girls?
How absurd this is! ! "

Hearing the sound, Fu Ji said indifferently: "But you can't deny that as long as he is alive, the world is his business."

"Is this why you took refuge in the imperial court?" Xie Xifeng looked at Fu Ji coldly and said, "You are afraid of death!"

"No, good birds choose trees to live in. I just made a better choice." Fu Ji argued.

Xie Xifeng laughed, and said, "You wouldn't have said such things back then."

"Well, I'm really afraid of death!" Fu Ji nodded, and he said: "The reason why you can say this is because he hasn't made a move for a long time, and you haven't seen him make a move. One day, you will see it, and you will know how small and ridiculous we are in the face of such an existence!!"

"But I won't give in until I see you." Xie Xifeng said seriously.

"In the last month, I hope you can figure it out. We don't have much time, and he may not be able to wait."

Fu Ji sighed, stopped playing chess, stood up and walked outside.

Looking at Fu Ji's back, Xie Xifeng turned his head and looked in the direction of Jianjian Hall, and murmured: "Everything is up to you!"

(End of this chapter)