Douluo's opening send-off system

On the first day he came to this world, could he not be short of money if he pawned off his food and even his clothes?

Glancing at Xu Fengnian with a look that looked like a fool, Han Wuyi faintly uttered a word.

"lack!"

Instead of exploring why Han Wuyi was short of money, he asked curiously: "Most of the Jianghu people I saw along the way used swords, and there were quite a few who used knives, followed by guns and halberds. , People who play with fans like you are really rare!"

Swish!

When the fan was opened, the landscape depicted had been wetted by the water and turned into a pool of black ink. It was impossible to see what the original painting looked like. The paper even cracked when he opened it, and the fan turned into a puddle of black ink. Two halves.

A flash of regret flashed in Han Wuyi's eyes. He put the fan into the space and asked Jiuyuan to practice. He looked at the prince who was insinuating his origin and said leisurely: "I used to practice swordsmanship."

When he said that he was practicing swordsmanship, Lao Huang and Wen Hua's eyes lit up, especially Wen Hua, who ran over excitedly.

"What's that! Brother, do you think I can teach you a sword?"

Han Wuyi looked Wen Hua up and down and nodded: "Yes, he is a good young man who practices swordsmanship!"

Wen Hua's eyes brightened, "Then you..."

"It's a pity that I haven't practiced sword practice for many years, otherwise it would be no problem to teach you."

Han Wuyi's words made Wen Hua's bright eyes dim a lot, "Then you don't practice swordsmanship anymore. It's not like you can't teach me. You can teach me both hands. With my talent, I might become the best master in the world. Now, when the time comes, you can go out and meet, right?"

Han Wuyi glanced at him with some contempt: "I'm just being polite, do you still take it seriously?"

"What do you mean?"

"He just said it casually."

Lao Huang, who had always looked naive, lost his former honesty and had an indescribable meaning, which made the prince a little surprised.

"I want to know why you don't practice swordsmanship anymore. It's hard for a master like you to give up your own way."

Han Wuyi laughed at himself: "What else can I do? I was hit by a pervert!"

Old Huang stopped talking. He thought of a person who could conquer the world with his sword. He was indeed a pervert.

But the pervert in Han Wuyi's mouth was not that person, but Tian, ​​the person who made Han Wuyi try his best, but the other party kept playing.

The more he develops the Colorless Realm, the more Han Wuyi feels that the sky was playing tricks on him.

Seeing the two of them, they chatted and said nothing more. He looked at Lao Huang, who was silent, and then at Han Wuyi, who was completely hiding himself under the bamboo hat. He didn't bother to find out what riddle they were playing. Anyway, Lao Huang was sure It's okay to hide something from him.

"Miss Han, I wonder how you compare to Wang Xianzhi?"

"Girl? What girl? Xiaonian, are you crazy about girls?"

"Can't lose!"

Han Wuyi's and Wen Hua's voices sounded at the same time. Xu Fengnian and Wen Hua were stunned at the same time. Lao Huang raised his head and thought hard about who among those people back then was consistent with Han Wuyi.

"Girl? Brother...Senior, are you a woman?"

Regarding Wen Hua's incoherent words, Han Wuyi rolled his eyes and disappeared. The whole world thought that he was a woman. Was his explanation useless?

What's more, after being misunderstood for so many years, he has learned to accept it from the initial rage.

Xu Fengnian shook his head and tsked: "I'm really curious, how stunning is the beauty who can captivate the second best woman in the world?"

He only had some guesses at first, and he only opened his mouth to test things out. He was ready to be beaten, but he didn't expect Han Wuyi to admit it so easily.

"Han Wuyi, what a strange name, and a strange person."

Hearing this, a person flashed in Lao Huang's mind, but he couldn't remember who it was. He scratched his head with few hairs irritably.

who can that be?

The person who can be remembered by him must be a person who amazed an era. How could he be forgotten?

"By the way, Xiaonian, how did you know that she is a girl? Are you unhappy that she is an old lady?"

Wen Hua poked Xu Fengnian's waist with his elbow and asked in a very unsatisfied tone.

Xu Fengnian looked around hurriedly, and when she saw that Han Wuyi had not turned back, she said angrily: "Have you never noticed her hands? Is that what an elderly person should do?"

Wen Hua touched his chin, clapped his hands and said, "You still have good eyesight, Xiaonian!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stone flew out of nowhere and hit the back of his head. Wen Hua rolled his eyes and fell straight down.