Jianling

Of course Xiao Shuhua is not the host of Bai Xiejiao, nor is he the host of Thousand Bottles of Wine and Thousands of Dendrobium Pearls, but within a day of leaving Meng Wubei in Bai Xiejiao, this fellow really visited the other two floors. Relying on selling Meng Wubei's 20 taels of silver, betting and fighting hard with others, making a lot of money, plus receiving some valuables from benefactors, the two of them were in good terms for at least a year or two. Don't worry about food and drink.

After thinking about it, Meng Wubei still took the initiative to ask: "How many disciples does Sect Master Wen have?"

At that time Xiao Shuhua was holding a fine silk dress and gesticulating on him. Hearing the words, he replied: "Huanxi sect has nine hundred and ninety-nine disciples, and the suzerain master personally passed on five disciples."

"What about you?"

Xiao Shuhua paused, changed the clothes back to himself for comparison, and said with a smile: "Look, what color do I look good on?"

Meng Wubei was serious about things, and immediately took a closer look, and said carefully, "You look good, but your usual color is a bit vulgar, so I can't hold you down."

Xiao Shuhua originally wanted to change the subject, but unexpectedly, he really had such a correct attitude, and for a moment he thought of joking again, leaning over and asking: "Then what do you think of me wearing this black suit?"

Meng Wubei thought for a while and said, "It's not suitable for you."

"Chih—" Xiao Shuhua blinked, and reached out to grab another white gauze dress, "Then I might as well follow Meng Lang and learn to wear white."

Xiao Shuhua is actually not suitable for white, white is too plain, but he was born gorgeous, but his figure is thin, so he looks too sick and weak in plain, but he doesn't seem to care, he is the most beautiful person, this time he doesn't care whether he is beautiful or not Beauty, I really bought a moon white brocade shirt.But the heavens don't lose to beauties, even if it's out of season, Xiao Shuhua can still make this dress look particularly eye-catching.

Meng Wubei thought that he shouldn't talk too much, so he simply didn't say too much, the two of them put on white clothes together, let Xiao Shuhua hook his shoulders with a playful smile, and went back to Feidu together.

According to Xiao Shuhua, when he left Huanxizong, he didn't dare to reveal his martial arts, so he had a whole body of internal energy and light skills, but he didn't have a sword in his hand.Before Meng Wubei understood his intentions, he was dragged by this ancestor and went straight to a famous iron shop in Feidu.

Xiao Shuhua originally had the decisive temper to say that the wind is the rain, and Meng Wupei didn't bother to argue with him, so he let the blacksmith make new swords for the two of them by throwing a punch at the iron shop.

Meng Wubei didn't know what to say, but was still a little shocked when he heard what he said.

They meet at the junction of clouds and mud, but they walk on the edge of the red dust where good and evil are difficult to distinguish, and cling to the confusion and suffering of ups and downs.

Meng Wubei didn't ask him where he came from again, just like Xiao Shuhua didn't ask him about the future.

Within a year, they traveled all over the thirteen states.

Starting from Yundu, which is full of extravagance and desolation, the mountains and rivers go all the way to Huadu at the foot of the emperor, and then roll through the luxurious Haizhou, set foot in Meizhou, which is the closest to the rivers and lakes, and experience the old dreams of Ming Dynasty one by one Zhou and Yunni are different from Yangchuan, and they finally stayed in Jiandu for a while. Hearing the Confucianism, Meng Wubei shook his head slightly, and they went to Meichuan, where the wine was full, to fight for Xiao Shuhua to warm up in the cold night.

Later, there was Tanchuan's one-night panning, and the city was full of lights; Xuanchuan's Taoism and Buddha competed, and the rivers and lakes were powerful; Wenchuan was remote and sparsely populated, with poor mountains and rivers... Finally came back to Feidu.

Xiao Shuhua stopped here.

They took back two swords from the iron shop, Xiao Shuhua's eyes were like stars, and he asked him what name he wanted to give the sword with his chin resting on his cheek.

Meng Wubei didn't say anything, he saw Bichen Mountain from a distance, which he thought he was destined to guard all his life, and in a trance, he went back to the Pichen Mountain Gate in a dream, with jade buildings and green tiles, and the spring mountain was beautiful.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Xiao Shuhua lazily put his sword back into its sheath. He is very talented. Although he has never practiced sword skills for many years, once he holds a sword, he is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, natural and smooth, " You've been thinking about it for half a month, and my Little He Sword is about to break through to the second level."

Meng Wubei said: "The sword is a true friend, so you should cherish it."

Xiao Shuhua rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to pour himself a glass of wine, crossed his legs and said, "Pedantry. These two swords are not good. It's just that I was too poor at the time and couldn't afford good materials. They were just make do with it." , In the future, the swordsmanship will improve, of course it will be replaced."

Meng Wubei frowned slightly: "You can change it yourself, don't pay attention to me."

"I don't understand you swordsmen. Well, if you really like it, I will go to the emperor to get the meteorite iron from the treasury, and I will ask this unparalleled master craftsman to recast it for you. The scabbard must be made of the purest Jiansui wants to use the silk from Tianshan Mountain to cast you a sword that can be broken by blowing hair, and then ask someone to build a golden statue for you and build a living shrine to enshrine you, the stupid Taoist priest who loves swords like his life. "

Meng Wubei was provoked by him to laugh, but her expression remained calm: "Meng did a good job."

Xiao Shuhua kicked him pretending to be angry, tilted his head and laughed loudly: "Meng Wubei, you have to believe me, I have sworn since the day I came out of Huanxizong, who will be ordered to accompany me to finish the journey?" Thirteen states, I will give him the best in the world - the most expensive wine, the most valuable treasure, the most noble status..."

He suddenly pointed to himself, and said with a smile: "And the most difficult beauty."

Meng Wupei glanced at him, then patted Xiao Shuhua's face with a smile.

He has always been reserved and self-disciplined, and he seldom made such an intimate gesture. Xiao Shuhua was taken aback for a moment, and was about to ask him about his intentions, but Meng Wubei said: "Yulouchun."

He is destined not to go back to that jade building again, so he can only make a wish to open up the dusty door, and live forever.

Xiao Shuhua turned over, grabbed his hand and pressed it against his face, without thinking: "Then my sword is called Gui Dianqiu."

Meng Wubei smiled and said: "Poverty Dao wishes to make the Pichenmen immortal."

"What does that matter?" Xiao Shuhua flicked the scabbard around his waist, smiling like a spring breeze, "I just wish Huanxizong to close down immediately."

Meng Wubei knew that he should not interfere too much with the grievances between him and Huanxizong, so he didn't say much, just nodded, and Xiao Shuhua asked again: "Then what should you do with your jade carving sword?"

Meng Wubei said: "The rule of the Pichen sect is that the sword is with the people, and the sword destroys the people."

Xiao Shuhua rolled his eyes speechlessly, but he would not say anything more, after all, he knew Meng Wubei's pedantry for a long time.

Each has reservations, does not invade each other, and will never embarrass each other.

This is all the respect they can give each other.

Meng Wubei never thought about when they would separate, he had always resigned himself to fate, and Xiao Shuhua's personality was arbitrary, the power to separate and reunite was never in Meng Wubei's hands.

Later, Meng Wubei shot and killed an unfaithful and unfilial villain who caused harm to the village, but was chased out of the village by the man's lame father with a hoe. It was Xiao Shuhua who drew his sword and pointed at the old man, and scolded the old man in a very angry way After a pause, the lame old man limped away wiping away his old tears, while Meng Wubei was still standing there in a daze.

"What did that person do to force you to do the same?"

"He killed his biological mother, defiled his twelve-year-old sister, and broke his father's leg."

Xiao Shuhua paused when he wiped his sword: "Then why is his father so anxious?"

Meng Wubei lowered his brows and said, "Most parents in the world feel like this."

Xiao Shuhua took over the conversation in a cold voice: "Ridiculous."

It was night, Meng Wubei woke up suddenly while meditating, Xiao Shuhua came back in the cold, and the blood on Gui Dianqiu meandered and dripped to the ground, converging into a path of hostility.Meng Wubei didn't say much, she boiled a pot of wine for him, and it was rare for Xiao Shuhua not to take the initiative to speak, the two sat silently.Until the full moon fell and the pot of wine was finished, Xiao Shuhua got up and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Meng Wubei asked: "You killed that old man."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Xiao Shuhua's face turned cold: "It's the father's fault for not teaching the son. Your kindness is just allowing these fools to have the opportunity to hurt you."

Meng Wubei frowned, and asked: "Then have you ever thought about that 12-year-old girl?"

Xiao Shuhua was taken aback.

"Your chivalry and righteousness are only for your own pleasure." It is rare for Meng Wubei to refute his behavior so seriously, but this time is enough for Xiao Shuhua to be stunned for a long time, "She has no father, no mother, no brother now, what should she do in the future?" How to survive."

Xiao Shuhua's body froze, having nothing to say, he simply turned around and slammed the door.

After a long time, Meng Wubei heard his dull voice coming from behind the door:

"Since it's already dirty, why live?"

Meng Wubei closed his eyes, Yulouchun hummed in the sheath.

He suddenly realized that maybe it was time to leave.