[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

The sky on a spring night is like a satin covered with precious stones, full of stars, accompanied by the gentle moonlight, reflecting on the lonely figure on the lonely long street.

The light red dress seemed to be covered with a faint brilliance under the rendering of the moonlight. The woman was holding a paper umbrella, her spine was straight, her head was slightly drooping, and her long black hair was scattered, blocking her eyes.

Dugu Qiubai at the side rolled up his sleeves and stepped unhurriedly behind the woman's long shadow, with a slightly hoarse voice mixed with a trace of complexity: "...Are you sad?"

The figure in front froze.

"That boyish face, plus Qiu Yifeng's suicide, I won't be surprised if you cry at this time." Dugu Qiubai silently looked up at the bright crescent moon in the sky, as ruthless as ever Said: "Obviously I have lived for so many years, but I am still full of emotions. Should I say that I am a woman?"

Shen Qi turned around, looked at the man who was looking up at the sky expressionlessly, and said with a smile: "Sorry, the night is so beautiful, I was a little lost in thought just now, I didn't hear what you said clearly? Can you say it again?"

With the moonlight appearing a sense of transparency on the face, the commoner youth looking at the moon seems to be going away with the moon for a moment.He still maintained that posture, just glanced at Shen Qi lightly, and said: "I never repeat what I say a second time."

...I really want to know what the plane that bred this guy looks like, and what is the evaluation of this guy by the descendants of that plane? The label 'megalomaniac' is definitely a no-brainer!

Shen Qi gritted her teeth for a while, but suddenly sighed helplessly.

So, why on earth did she become friends with this guy?

"It's not sad, it's just a little bit sad." She looked up, "Sadness and sadness are different. I will be sad when I watch sad movies, but I will never be sad."

"You like to watch sad movies? You are indeed a woman."

"...The focus is wrong! And this sentence is a bit cancerous for straight men!"

"I prefer to watch anime. I like the villains the most and hate the protagonists. Last time, I accidentally invested next month's living expenses in order to rank Starman's Isaac on the list of the most popular villains. Can I borrow Want some money?"

"The topic changed so quickly!" Shen Qi silently turned on the optical brain and transferred money to the other party, then said helplessly: "Why are you a villain?"

Dugu Qiubai listened to the transfer reminder in his ear, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he quickly returned to his expressionless face. He lowered his face, and because he was a head taller than the other party, he was facing the woman's raised cheek.

Although the face used is different from the real one, you can still see a sense of familiarity if you look closely. No matter how many templates you build, a person's soul will never change.

Why do you hate the main character?

He looked at the woman's doubtful eyes and her slightly parted lips because of the upward movement of her head, her eyes were a little dark due to the backlight: "Because those protagonists always like to take other people's responsibilities on themselves, even though they work hard for others The appearance is very eye-catching, but more is to make people angry."

Shen Qi was stunned.

The moonlight was like water, and the woman's eyes suddenly rippled like water.

"...So, Wei Yan's suicide was not your fault."

The cold male voice touched like jade, although indifferent, but mixed with an imperceptible softness.

Shen Qi turned her head, and then walked towards the front of the street. There was the sound of a watchman beeping on the street. She smiled, and suddenly felt that talking about these topics in an antique environment was a bit... out of harmony.

"However, it was I who gave him the illusion of eternal soul after death. Therefore, I really have an inescapable responsibility for his death."

The man next to him was silent when he heard the words, Shen Qi glanced at him, paused, and said: "By the way, I taught a child the Po Dao style."

"Oh." Dugu Qiubai raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "Have I gained another disciple?"

"..." Shen Qi was speechless.

In fact, she and Dugu Qiubai are not a formal master-student relationship, but have known each other for decades, and they would spar with each other from time to time... Although she was very unwilling, Dugu Qiubai did teach her a lot during her sword learning process.

After all, when they first met, Shen Qi was just an beginner in the way of swordsmanship, while Dugu Qiubai had already reached the state of no sword and no moves.

Now that she has learned swordsmanship for sixty years, she has just glimpsed the realm of the unity of human and sword in the sword of the heart. There is still a long way to go before there is no sword and no moves.

"...After you go back, let's compete again." Shen Qi said softly.

"Are you teaching me?" Dugu Qiubai glanced at her indifferently.

Shen Qi's eyes wandered inexplicably.Although the age of people like them can no longer be distinguished by their appearance, she will never forget the appearance of the white-haired old man Dugu Qiubai when she first met...

She gave a dry laugh: "Using this kind of words, I can't help but put you in the image of a senior, it's against the law."

The young man was startled, as if he also remembered the appearance when he first met, the corner of his mouth twitched.

When the bell rang that the residence time was about to expire, he raised his hand and rubbed the hair of the woman in front of him, and said, "Come on, old woman." ' Then with the moonlight scattered into countless light spots.

Only Shen Qi's face was left with green and red.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

In a small town isolated from the rest of the world, if a few outsiders came, they would always be easily noticed.

Yang Zheng is the head catcher in this town. He always likes to eat a bowl of steaming green onion noodles at the noodle maker old man Zhang before starting his daily patrol.

Today, without exception, he came to the noodle stall, ordered noodles and stewed vegetables as usual, and found an empty table to sit down.

There are not many people who come to eat noodles in the morning. Most people like to go to the bun shop to buy a few big meat buns, and then ask for a bowl of bean curd soup. I can also pat my stomach with satisfaction.

You need to be full for breakfast, this is a principle passed down from your ancestors.

But Yang Zheng only likes to eat noodles for breakfast. A bowl of noodles accompanied by stewed vegetables can only fill half of his stomach for a man in his prime. He always felt abnormally clear-headed.

He likes this feeling of sobriety, and likes to slowly appreciate the peace of this small town while patrolling the streets.

The old man Zhang, who made the noodles, sprinkled the steaming hot noodles with chopped green onion, sesame oil, coriander, etc., and brought them to the table. After Mr. Zhang came up, he had to say a few idle words.

"Speaking of which, as soon as I set up the stall this morning, two foreigners who had been traveling all night came over to eat noodles." Seeing Yang Zheng looking up at him, old man Zhang became more energetic and said, "Good guy! Then A man and a woman, the man is handsome, the woman is pretty, I, old man Zhang, have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a good-looking young man!"

Yang Zheng's silent and dark face showed a hint of deep thought, but the old man Zhang continued: "But although the clothes that man is wearing are gorgeous and clean, he is wearing a pair of dark old boots. I asked him why? , he actually said that the new clothes are comfortable to wear, but the old shoes fit better, don’t you think it’s strange?”

He pouted, looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, and snorted: "If there are new shoes to wear, who wants to wear old shoes?"

But since there are people like Yang Zheng who like to eat half full for breakfast, why can't there be people who like to wear old boots when they wear shoes?

Yang Zheng held the bowl and swallowed most of the bowl of noodles in one go, then took a mouthful of stewed vegetables, and said with a slow smile, "You might as well tell that person face to face, and see how he will react."

Old man Zhang smiled: "I dare not."

He suddenly took out a wooden chopstick from the chopstick cage, gestured twice, and said mysteriously: "That guy, he has this."

The hand holding the vegetables stopped, and Yang Zheng's heart shuddered.

"sword?"

"That's right, it's sitting there right now. The sword hilt is tied with an old ribbon. It looks very ordinary, but I don't know why, but I always feel a little cold when I look at it."

The two porters on the side shouted 'Checkout', and the old man Zhang immediately went to collect the money and clear away the dishes, leaving the man's dark face gradually stained with a bit of surprise.

A name suddenly appeared in his mind.

"'Longevity Sword' Bai Yujing..."

Bai Yujing was not in a good mood. He followed Lan Yichen for seven days and was thrown away by him. Fortunately, he already knew Lan Yichen's destination, so he came here ahead of time and waited.

'Sword of God's Eyes' Lan Yichen and 'Sword of Blind Eyes' Ying Wuwu offered to fight in Wuming Town. If this news spreads to the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause an uproar.

It's a pity that Lan Yichen and Ying Wuwu are both low-key and introverted people, so the upcoming battle of the world is rarely heard of in the world.

Now the only Jianghu people who came to this town were Shen Qi and Bai Yujing. It stands to reason that having the opportunity to watch the battle should be an extremely exciting thing, but this did not affect Bai Yujing's bad mood at all.

Because three days ago, in the Peony Villa in Luoyang, Heshuo hero Wan Junwu died suddenly due to excessive drinking.

Few people in the Jianghu know that Wan Junwu and Bai Yujing are friends, but if they are friends, everyone will not be surprised. They wash their hands in a golden basin, only love horses and wine, and the other has no intention of fighting, one horse and one sword Wandering around the rivers and lakes.

Don't they have the right temperament to be friends?

Bai Yujing sighed again. It had been three days since the news reached his ears, and Wan Junwu's body had already been buried in the ground. He was full of doubts, and even the upcoming sword fight couldn't dispel the depression in his heart.

"I can't believe that Brother Wan died suddenly because of drinking too much."

Shen Qi sat behind the square table in the middle of the guest room, playing with a pure gold cylinder, and said absently: "Drinking too much alcohol is easy to die, and even if you doubt it, so what. His body has already been buried in the ground for safety. "

"There's only one thing I'm worried about now." Shen Qi retracted the cylinder into her sleeve, held her chin, and said with a slight frown: "If Lan Yichen loses the duel with Ying Wuwu, then who should I ask to say goodbye? Where is the hook?"

For most swordsmen, in a duel, losing is tantamount to death.

If Lan Yichen was dead, wouldn't she be looking for a needle in a haystack by looking for a parting hook?

So she must find Lan Yichen before the duel begins.

The author has something to say: It has been decided that the next world will be Xiao Li Feidao...