Sword comes

The girl in black walked deep into the alley. Occasionally someone would hang up a festive red lantern. Compared with others, the girl in the hood had no elaborate family foreshadowing. , broke into the town.

Not far from the alley, stood a young man in brocade clothes, holding a blue jade seal with both hands high, the size of a child's palm. The wisps of rays of light lit up.The young man in brocade looked up and squinted at the treasure in his hands, his face full of intoxication.

Beside him, a tall old man knelt down on one knee and was carefully wiping the dirt on the boy's boots with his cuff.

Out of the corner of the eyes of the brocade-clothed boy, he actually spotted a strange girl early, wearing a light-looking hood and a narrow green sheathed knife, her steps were steady, and it was obvious that she would never be a local from the small town.

It's just that the brocade-clothed boy didn't care, and he still carefully looked at the ancient jade seal that had been silent for thousands of years. In his heart, he even hoped that the girl would have the idea of ​​winning the treasure, otherwise it would be too boring.

Anyway, he has already succeeded in two things, and the harvest is far more than expected. If he doesn't find something to do, he can only leave with the old slave. For this young man, he will feel that something is missing.

It's like he was in a home thousands of miles away from the town, wearing a golden nine python robe, but unfortunately, he always lacked one claw.

When you come to this town, each selected person can carry three tokens and put them into embroidered bags, and give a bag to the gatekeeper before. It is a toll that must be paid out, regardless of the gatekeeper's status. No matter how dilapidated the city gate is, even if a monarch of a country or a patriarch comes here, he has to follow this rule honestly.The other two embroidered bags mean that at most two treasures can be picked up and taken out of the town. Otherwise, if you find ten or a hundred treasures here, you will have to return them one by one.The tokens in the bag are three kinds of copper coins with special shapes, which are the winning money used by the people in the market to celebrate Shangliang, the spring greeting money that the palace hangs on the peach talisman every year, and the offering money that is held in the palm of the hand by the statue of the city god. It is a copper coin. In fact, the texture is a rare and unusual gold essence. For most ordinary people in the "mountain", even the official family silver is not common, not to mention a heavy bag of "gold", which is indeed enough to make people willing to sell family heirlooms.

The brocade-clothed boy studied all the way about three kinds of copper coins that were not recorded in the official history, but couldn't figure out any way.

Ahead, the girl with a stern aura all over her body walked straight ahead, ignoring the two master and servant in the alley.

The brocade-clothed youth changed his mind temporarily, put away the Fang Yuxi, put it in a cloth bag that had been prepared a long time ago, and hung it around his waist, but still stood in the middle of the alley, with no intention of giving way.

The tall, fair-skinned old man also stood up, and said softly and softly, "Your Highness, this person is a practicing family, so don't take it lightly. If you are outside the small town, you don't have to worry about it. But here, Even the body of our family who walks purely in martial arts endures the oppression of this world all the time, which is extremely uncomfortable. Once the breath is fully activated and the acupoints are opened wide, it will be like a river and a sea pouring backwards, and the meridians and acupoints will be flooded. Once it gets out of hand, when the time comes, our family's death will be a minor issue, but His Highness's safety will be more important. If our family's lack of care causes any flaws in His Highness's long-term career of cultivating Taoism, how will our family reconcile with His Majesty after we go back? Concubine?"

The brocade-clothed youth hurriedly said: "Grandpa Wu, after you left the palace, you have become more talkative. In the palace, you used to ramble over those few words all year round, which is worse than the stupid parrot my sister kept."

The old man called himself "our family", and he was servile in his bones, especially in the bottom of his heart, he was proud of it, and he could only be a loyal eunuch in the palace.

Seeing that the little master didn't seem to understand what he was saying, he could only say more bluntly: "His Royal Highness, this person in the alley is here, and it is already possible to pose a threat to His Highness."

The brocade-clothed youth smiled lazily and said, "Although I have long heard that on the road of cultivation, there are three sects and nine streams of fish and dragons mixed together, many evil schools and crooked ways, and more side-by-side ways, but I just met her by chance. She is going to make money, kill people and seize treasures? It's unlikely. Right? If everyone on the 'mountain' was like this, wouldn't the world be in chaos long ago?"

The old man sighed, the Yamashita Dynasty and the Mountain Xianjia, both of which looked alike, were actually disgusted with each other.

The brocade-clothed youth was a little disheartened, "Forget it, it's not a man's act to count this bad debt on a girl."

The girl walked up to him and pressed the handle of the knife with her left hand.

The brocade-clothed boy smiled, turned sideways, and motioned for the girl to go first.

The black-clothed girl also slowed down a little, turned her side slightly, and her eyes behind the hood were full of vigilance.

When the old eunuch found the girl's injured hands wrapped in cotton cloth, he couldn't help frowning

wrinkle.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, the old man shouted angrily, his tongue was like spring thunder, his feet seemed to slip, and the tall figure came to the brocade-clothed young man. Open five fingers.

There was a dull crashing sound in the palm of my hand.

It turned out that someone used a stone as a hidden weapon to smash the side of the head of the brocade-clothed boy.

The momentum is amazing, and the strength is almost enough to penetrate a wall.

The old man smashed a stone the size of a fist in the palm of his hand, but instead of killing the assassin, he punched the girl in black with his right hand.

The girl with the hanging knife hesitated for a moment, forcibly suppressing the instinct to draw the knife and unsheath, but tilted her head, just to avoid this powerful and heavy punch.

The fierce fist wind blew the girl's hat and tulle in an instant.

The tall old man turned his straight fist into a sweep, and his fist just hit the girl's head.

The fist moves round and round, without any stagnation.

The girl had no choice but to quickly raise her arms, put the backs of her hands together, and protect her ears, showing a criss-cross defensive posture, blocking the front of the fist.The next moment, the girl slid sideways and took a dozen steps.

The girl let out a sigh of turbid air, stretched out the hand that had more blood infiltrating the cotton cloth, and straightened the crooked cap above her head.

She was a little angry.

The girl turned around, looked at the tall old man who looked left and right, and said with a straight face, "If it wasn't for me, I would already be dead."

The old man turned a deaf ear, but compared to before, this old eunuch, who can be said to be experienced in assassination and sneak attacks, has lowered the degree of harm to the girl to the second place, and the first position has given way to the shot on the other side of the alley. man of.

Of course, there are only two real outsiders in the alley, apart from the master and servant.

On the other side of the alley, stood a tall and thin masked man.

The arms are extremely sturdy, with bulging muscles like iron balls.

Two bags hung from his waist, full of round objects.

He just stood there, as if to say that the previous sneak attack was just a reminder.

A cold gaze passed over the girl.

The man grinned, stuck out his tongue, and his eyes were hot.

The girl laughed and said two words.

"return!"

The voice just fell.

A sword over the head.

Feijian came to the girl's side and spun around her rapidly, acting like a child.

She said angrily, "Go away!"

Feijian disappeared in a flash.

The two masters and servants were dumbfounded.

The old eunuch was not shocked by this flying sword technique itself.

It was the sincere fear that the girl could control the flying sword at will.

This feeling made the old man in a trance, as if he had returned to his boyhood. He was trembling when he entered the palace for the first time. One day, he looked at the senior who was wearing a big red python suit and walking under the palace wall.

Of course, not in awe of the eunuch who didn't even know his name, but in fear of the dazzling scarlet.

After the brocade-clothed boy regained his senses, he smiled, full of self-deprecation, took a step forward, and asked with concern, "Grandpa Wu, are you alright?"

The white-haired old eunuch had a heavy face, shook his head and said, "It's better to be careful. It really doesn't work, our family just..."

The boy quickly waved his hand and asked, "How about we apologize?"

The old man was a little caught off guard, and then grieved and blamed himself.

The Lord humiliates the minister to death.

Especially the imperial family!

But the brocade-clothed boy already smiled and said, "Grandpa Wu, I've done something wrong, say sorry, what's the problem."

The old man still felt that this was inappropriate, and the brocade-clothed boy had already walked towards the girl.

In an instant, the old man had mixed feelings.

It turned out that there was no mud on the boy's back.