startled autumn

Guan Shanyao said:

A story from ten years ago.

About how Xiao Shaoling picked up his junior brother.

After wandering all the way, Shen Zhiqiu stepped into the small town of Jinxi.

He came here because he heard that after four years of hard work at Jiangnan Jianzhuang, two magical weapons were finally born, one named "Xin Di" and the other named "Shadow Tread". It is a sharp weapon in the world, but the position of the sword master is still vacant.

Therefore, Jiangnan Jianzhuang widely distributed hero posts and called a gathering of swordsmen from all over the world, in order to choose a famous sword master from among them.

It's a pity that Shen Zhiqiu came late.

"Little brother, you are indeed one step late. Those two swords had their owners three days ago." Seeing that Shen Zhiqiu's clothes were simple, and even the elbows had traces of cloth fraying, the owner of the noodle stall only wanted a bowl The cheapest plain noodles, I know he should be a wandering swordsman from other places, he has no family background at all, just seeing that he is born with sword eyebrows and stars, and he is full of righteousness, he is very pleasing, so I don't mind talking with him for a while sentence.

Shen Zhiqiu put down his chopsticks when he heard the words: "Has the sword master left now?"

His right hand was injured for some reason, and he couldn't hold the sword all the time. Naturally, he didn't dare to think about the famous sword. Now he hurried to Jinxi, just because he was curious about how beautiful these two long swords were, and how they could hold them all the way. The reputation spread from Jiangnan to Northwest by word of mouth, and even a person like him who never inquired about Jianghu news could inadvertently learn about it from other people's discussions.

"Not really." The noodle stall owner said in a low voice with a strange expression, "I don't think you look like a bad person, so I'll tell you a few more words—you should know Xiao Shaoling of Jianzong Moyi, right?"

Mo Yi.

Xiao Shaoling.

Shen Zhiqiu has been traveling these days, and he has indeed heard of the title of the number one sword sect in Jianghu, and he also yearns for Mo Yi. As for Xiao Shaoling...

He shook his head: "I've heard of Jianzong, but who is that Xiao Shaoling?"

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, the owner of the noodle stall was unavoidably surprised: "Xiao Shaoling is the great disciple of the Sword Sect and the most outstanding swordsman today. There have been rumors about him in the past two years, have you never heard of him?"

Probably due to the old shadows, when Shen Zhiqiu heard "excellent young swordsman" and "rumors about him everywhere", his right hand inevitably ached, so he had to shake his head again.

The noodle stall owner said to himself: "Although this Xiao Shaoling is powerful in martial arts, he has a very weird temper. It is rare for a famous sword to be born, so the sword village set up a ring to see who can stand at the end - who knows that after the first ring, Xiao Shaoling Obviously he has got 'Xin Di', but he refuses to die."

"how so?"

"He said, 'Xin Zhai' and 'Shadow Ta' are twins, since one was given to him, the other must be left to his junior brother."

"Who is that?"

"Little brother, you don't know. This Xiao Shaoling is the only disciple of Daoist Yijian. How can there be any younger brother? When he said that, it was like recruiting apprentices for his master. Naturally, everyone was enthusiastic and competing for a while. Going to the arena for him to check, but unfortunately Xiao Shaoling refused to release the water at all, so he tried for three whole days without any results—"

Shen Zhiqiu was surprised: "Could it be that no one can defeat him?"

The noodle stall owner sighed while nodding: "In the end, Jianzhuang had no choice but to give 'Xin Zhai' and 'Shadow Step' to him, and let him get two famous swords alone. Finally, this matter was barely settled."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Xiao Shaoling, to be so powerful..."

The noodle stall owner didn't know that Shen Zhiqiu's words were a sincere sigh, but thought that he also couldn't understand Xiao Shaoling's behavior, so he lowered his voice and echoed: "Right, he is really too arrogant."

Shen Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, then asked softly: "Do you know where he is in the city now?"

The noodle stall owner was stunned: "Little brother, do you want to compete with him too?"

Shen Zhiqiu can't hold a sword at all now, let alone a competition, so he shook his head and said: "I just want to take a look at his sword, and I don't want to keep it for myself."

"Famous swords are good, but let me tell you, it's more important to cherish your life." The noodle stall owner persuaded earnestly with a face full of disbelief, "Xiao Shaoling has completely angered Jiangnan Jianzhuang this time. I can only fight alone, Jianzhuang has nothing to do with him for the time being because of his face, but after he gets off the ring, who will tell him that he is a gentleman? Can I collect the body for you?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "I came from a long distance, and I can't return without success."

The noodle stall owner saw that he was obsessed with obsession, so he didn't stop him anymore, but just shook his empty palm at him.

Shen Zhiqiu: "?"

Noodle stall owner: "Isn't it free to buy my news?"

Shen Zhiqiu understood, took out a few copper coins from his sleeve pocket, and put them all in his hands.

The noodle stall owner weighed the copper plate: "You still ate my bowl of noodles, but that's not enough." He swept his eyes and said casually: "I think your sword is not bad, so let's put it on the sword first." I'll be here."

Shen Zhiqiu frowned and said, "No."

Knowing that these swordsmen have always been stubborn, the noodle stall owner pays attention to what kind of sword is in people's lives. The sword is dead, and the sword is more important than life. If you come back alive, I will return the sword to you, how about it?"

Shen Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

"...Okay, it's a deal."

"You start from the city gate and walk west all the way, maybe you will meet Xiao Shaoling."

Shen Zhiqiu put the sword on the table, thanked him with closed fists, and headed westward.

The helper listened with full ears and endured it until Shen Zhiqiu had gone far before asking the boss: "Everyone in the city knows that someone is going to teach Xiao Shaoling a lesson, and no one dares to go west of the city for fear..." As he spoke, he made a gesture of wiping his neck, and then lowered his voice, "Why did you point him to a dark path?"

The noodle stall owner touched the long sword on the table, and he saw at a glance that Shen Zhiqiu had nothing on his body. Although this sword was nothing, it was still the most valuable foreign object on his body.

"If he can come back, why should I say that I will return the sword later?" The noodle stall owner shook his head, "This person has a good face, but it's a pity that good people don't live long, so who can I blame—"