[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

In the eighth year of King Zhongdu, the spring breeze is like wine.

He opened his eyes.

So the world opened its eyes.

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In the 23rd year of Zhongdu, a flat boat went down the river, and Zhuang Zhou entered the state of Wei.

Zhuang Zhou was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Still a teenager.

His gait was very slow, the old lady had her feet bound and her legs were born with a disease, and she wobbled so much that she wanted to be dragged up and down.

Zhuang Zhou was followed by another man.

He is eight feet tall, dark and strong, with oily skin, a Chinese character face, long eyebrows and bright eyes. He is born with the image of a positive martial arts hero. If he stands on the stage, he must be a good candidate for a loyal minister and good general.

The man could surpass him by three steps in one step, but was always one step behind him, looking shy like a giant baby learning to walk for the first time.

The central capital is martial arts, and the folk customs are fierce. They practice ten steps and one stop to kill, and the heroic and martyr's demeanor of beheading heads with gold and iron horses. Zhuang Zhou, the master and servant, walks slowly on the street. As soon as they left the crowd, it was like white dough falling into ink soup, and the little white rabbit strayed into the tiger and wolf's den. The stars in the night sky were as conspicuous as the pearls in the cave, and people couldn't help but look at them.

Someone upstairs was watching them.

The river is rolling, the waves are surging, there is a lot of traffic, heroes and knights, traffickers and pawns.

He saw them at once.

The man half-stretched and hung on the window sill, a pair of dark eyeballs turned from Zhuang Zhou's face to the man's body.

He looked at the man carefully from top to bottom.

Not even a strand of hair was spared.

He raised his lips suddenly, picked up a small white jade cup, and with a movement of his thin and lonely wrist, the small white jade cup suddenly burst through the air.

It was originally a dead thing, but at this moment, it gave birth to an awe-inspiring swift and majestic aura, and went straight to Zhuang Zhou with wind, thunder and lightning!

The bystanders blinked and shook their heads.

It was another human tragedy of cup destruction and death.

Someone in Fang Fang wanted to sigh, but the word Xi had just come out of his throat, but the consonant just fell, and he was already speechless.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was half-open.

But he was shocked!

The white jade cup actually flew back from mid-air!

Behind Zhuang Zhou, the tower-like man with his suitcase on his back turned his head slightly, lowered his raised hands, and followed behind him cautiously step by step.

The brows were raised slightly, the skinny man exerted his strength on his back, and tapped his toes on the window sill. The man had already flown into the air, and the bird landed steadily five steps away from Xie Chaoyi's body like a phoenix returning to its nest.

"Qi Zhao!"

The man caged his cuffs, his eyes like peach petals fell on the face of the man behind Zhuang Zhou, and he called out slowly.

His voice was dry and hoarse, like broken sand and stones grinding a glass mirror, a night owl crying at a grave, it was really ugly, absolutely disgusting.

The man stood behind Zhuang Zhou with lowered eyebrows, without saying a word.

Zhuang Zhou looked at the man in front of him, and smiled slightly, he was born very good, with a gorgeous and dignified face, when he smiled, his amber eyes were as clear as the lake and autumn water, as gentle and tolerant as the clear sky.

"The young master is looking for a servant, but is there something wrong?"

He smiled and looked at the skinny and beautiful person in front of him, with a natural and friendly attitude, as if he hadn't noticed the maliciousness of this person at all.

The skinny man laughed: "I've been waiting here for three days and three nights, and I want to see who dares to take Qi Zhao as a servant, isn't he afraid that his flesh and limbs will be torn apart?"

"See now?"

"I saw it."

"How about it?"

"Doesn't look like a madman."

"I feel so too."

The man sighed.

"Unfortunately, I have to kill you."

"Kill him first, then you!"

Before the words fell, the man's whip had already been shot!

The whip is long and flexible, with a small golden bell tied to the tip.

During the shot, there were gusts of wind and shadows of whips.

But he only heard the sound of the wind and saw the shadow of the whip, and the little golden bell never made a sound!

Zhuang Zhou smiled and didn't move.

Someone has come to welcome it!

With his luggage on his back, Qi Zhao raised his hands, like a swordsman pulling out his sword, and a swordsman picking up his knife.

With an indomitable momentum, even if you die, you will not change your original belief.

Palm out without regret.

I have no regrets.

The palm meets the whip.

The man's lonely and emaciated body was swept away by Qi Zhao's palm, and he hit the ground heavily.

The soul dies.

Qi Zhao steadily withdrew his palms, lifted the bag on his shoulders, and stood behind Xie Chaoyi with lowered eyebrows, as if what died under his palms was not a human life, but a flower and a grass. The devil is fierce.

Zhuang Zhou took his servants and walked slowly, step by step, past the dumbfounded crowd.

He stepped into Baiyun Tower.

It was the man sitting upstairs looking at his Baiyun Tower.

It is also the most famous restaurant in the vicinity.

This place has the best fried fish, the best Baiyun wine, and the most unattractive proprietress.

Stepping into Baiyun Tower, Zhuang Zhou saw the proprietress at a glance.

She is really ugly.

Very ugly.

The gray hair is tied into a bun, and the slender body of a young woman is matched with an old face like an orange peel. The wrinkles can fill half a bowl of water, the eyes are dim, and the lips are drooping, as if just born in this world. , is already the most painful thing.

The proprietress stood in the most conspicuous position of the restaurant, calm and safe, as if no one else was around.

The people who were eating and drinking didn't look at her, as if they were already used to such a face.

Zhuang Zhou glanced at her, and led Qi Zhao up to the private room on the second floor.

He was a little hungry.

No matter who is driving fast all the way, running day and night, he will be hungry and thirsty, especially want to eat a few bites of meat, drink a few sips of wine, and have a good sleep on a soft and comfortable bed.

As soon as he went upstairs, a smart and handsome waiter greeted him, with a flattering smile on his young and vigorous face, just like a small horn on the stage with makeup, a little greasy, but not life-threatening. hate.

This is really a remarkable skill.

The waiter led Zhuang Zhou into one of the booths and sat down.

"This guest officer," the waiter looked at Qi Zhao who was standing silently behind Zhuang Zhou, rolled his black eyes, and said, "Do you want to take the one behind you to eat?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled gently: "No need."

"Fried fish, Baiyun wine, and shrimp dumplings each, and replace the wine glass with a wine bowl."

Qi Zhao was silent behind him, like a clay sculpture or wood carving, stone tile man.

Xu Shi is used to seeing rich people being stingy and sick people pretending to be chivalrous, but the waiter still has an amiable smile and a gentle and flattering voice.

"Okay, sir, just wait a moment."

Zhuang Zhou nodded slightly, rewarded the waiter with a piece of silver, and while the waiter was thanking each other, he looked sideways out of the window.

The vast river is calm and calm, and it is a blue sky for thousands of miles.

Downstairs, the corpse was gone. Heroes and knights, traffickers and pawns, seemed like strangers, peaceful and safe.

A scene of prosperity.

Zhuang Zhou took a few glances with great interest, as if in front of him was the man quietly putting down his food in front of the mottled door with white flowers blooming on the tomb in the Wanmei Forest in his hometown, his mind was wandering and his eyes were gentle.

After planning for many years and traveling thousands of miles, I finally have the opportunity to come to this land.

For Zhuang Zhou, this was already something that made him feel particularly happy.

"Guest officer." The waiter Lily took a plate of food with a smile, "I kept you waiting for a long time."

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou turned his head and watched as the other party put a plate of milky white and golden fish, a cage of steaming shrimp dumplings, and a small jar of Baiyun wine on the table one by one, and magically transformed a lacquered red wine bowl from behind. Put it down steadily, and said with a pleasant smile: "Guest officer, take your time." Then he retreated swiftly.

Xu was in a good mood, Zhuang Zhou felt that the waiter's movements were smooth and smooth, and it was clear that there was something pleasing to the eye.

It seems to have some martial arts foundation.

This idea turned around in Zhuang Zhou's mind, but he just smiled.

With the sweet and clear Baiyun wine, he ate a few shrimp dumplings and a few mouthfuls of fish meat, which relieved his stomach that was beginning to throb. Zhuang Zhou blinked and put down his chopsticks.

"Guest officer, are you uncomfortable using it?"

When Fang was about to get up, the waiter walked over with brisk steps.

As soon as the words fell, Qi Zhao had already raised his hand!

As soon as he slapped out, the waiter's eyes were only left with this slap.

There is only this palm left in the world.

With a smile on his face, the waiter lightened his steps, like a swallow flying, he landed on the stairs.

The young and handsome face was expressionless, and a pair of black eyes were filled with cold killing intent, but in the blink of an eye, this young man seemed to be a different person, and he cursed: "Be alert!"

Then he pursed his lips slightly and whistled quickly and loudly.

The voice has not yet fallen, but the people have arrived!

In an instant, behind the screen, on the beams, under the floor, and on the huge second floor, four men with short knives appeared in places that ordinary people could never imagine!

His muscles and bones were strong, his expression full and stern, the four masked men stared at Xie Chaoyi and the two of them, but they couldn't even feel the slight breathing.

If you are not a second-rate player in the arena, you must be a third-rate player!

The waiter had a cold face, but there was a little complacency in his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel complacent.

For this moment, he has been preparing for a whole month, and he has been a waiter for a full month.

Today he vowed to kill Qi Zhao!

Today he will be able to kill Qi Zhao!Success and fame!

Teenagers are always in high spirits.

Young people always strive for success and fame.

The waiter is just such a young man.

He stood at the top of the stairs, confident.

He looked at Zhuang Zhou and Qi Zhao, like a hunter looking at a rabbit in a trap and a dog looking at the bones on the plate.

"Zhuang Zhou."

he said coldly.

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly: "I am."

"Someone asked me to tell you a few words." The waiter said.

"He wasn't an indiscriminate killer."

"It's a pity that you shouldn't take Qi Zhao as your servant."

"Things in this world, if you do it, you have to admit it."

"If you do it, you should kill it."

Zhuang Zhou sighed, "Is there anything that should be killed or not?"

"If you want to kill, come and kill."

"After killing, I can eat, drink and sleep."

He didn't seem to be facing the enemy who was about to kill him, and the sword that was about to die, he was comfortable and safe.

The waiter sneered: "I'm afraid there is no chance to eat and drink."

"Sleeping can give you a treat."

He said to Qi Zhao again: "Qi Zhao, you offended that person that day, you should know that today will come."

"Today I will send you and your master to the Underworld!"

As soon as the voice fell, a man had already rushed forward!

This person is a second-rate expert in the Jianghu. He has made a huge name in the north and south of the world. Now he obeys Fengjun's order and travels all the way to Zhongdu incognito, just to kill people!

Full of murderous intent, killing intent.

Zhuang Zhou sat quietly, as calm as a painting.

Qi Zhao stood there blankly, silent like a statue.

They didn't move.

The knife moved.

It is also like a new bud after the spring rain.

It was as if a gleam of light had been revealed as the darkness receded.

The light-white fingertips that looked like a woman fell on the lake.

It came from outside the window and gently kissed the masked man's neck, very light, soft and beautiful.

Quietly kissed the masked man's head.

With a crackle, the head fell to the ground.

The people who came from the window also fell to the ground.

is a teenager.

The young man has broad shoulders and straight legs, handsome and sharp appearance, a pair of black eyes that are cold and dazzling, unparalleled sharpness, just looking at it, it seems that there are chariots rumbling from the sky, and the long swords and short blades slashed across the sky when they collided loudly. The cruelty in the bloodline is fearless and unrestrained.

The boy held the knife and looked at the four people opposite him.

"Five beat two, shameless."

He looked back at Zhuang Zhou again.

Zhuang Zhou also looked at him.

"Are you hungry?"

the boy asked.

Before the words fell, his knife had already been swung out.

Knife to.

head down.

In front of this young man, the three masters in the rivers and lakes were like babies in front of giants, weeds under a sharp blade, without the slightest power to fight back, and within a quarter of an hour they became dead people in the world and new ghosts in the underworld.

When the waiter saw it, he felt as if he had a ridiculous dream.

He thought of someone.

"Chu Qian!"

From the young man's point of view, he was clear and frank.

The conjecture in his heart was confirmed, and the waiter only felt that it was ridiculous.

"Chu Qian, Chu Shaoxia, why did you come to this muddy water!"

Chu Qian held his head up, as proud as a white crane: "I am willing."

He said this as a matter of course, it is taken for granted, it is completely natural.

It seemed that if anyone blocked his willingness, it must be a heinous crime.

The waiter's words were blocked by him, and he was suddenly speechless.

"Will you hit? Don't roll."

Chu Qian raised his sword and said.

Simply arrogant and domineering.

But the waiter knew that he really couldn't fight.

If you can't fight, you dare not fight.

Who is Chu Qian?

Leaving aside his own martial arts cultivation, he is the heir to the Chu family in the central capital.

The Chu family in the central capital.

Nothing at all.

That is, there are many monsters.

There are many monsters with high martial arts.

The waiter laughed bitterly: "Chu Shaoxia is serious, please send Mr. Chu his regards."

After all, he turned around and left, not daring to stay for a while.

It looked like seven or eight evil spirits were chasing after him.

"coward."

Chu Qian snorted, turned his head and kicked away the corpse cleanly, reached out to pick up a chair, and sat opposite Zhuang Zhou.

"Zhuang Zhou." He looked at Zhuang Zhou, "Why don't you stay in the temple well, what are you doing here?"

He speaks with a natural aggressive and serious manner, but it can't be said to be annoying.

"Senior brother."

Zhuang Zhou looked at him with a smile in his amber eyes.

"Long time no see, do you miss me?"

His voice was deep and mellow. When he called his name, honey was mixed with sugar, and the spring breeze entered the lake, which was unbelievably sweet and gentle.

Chu Qian swallowed a little uncomfortably.

He felt that he should stand up and give this guy who seduced people as soon as he met him a knife, but his lips were a million times more honest than his thoughts.

"kindness."

He replied in a muffled low voice.

Zhuang Zhou smiled beautifully and contentedly.

"I'm hungry, brother.

Chu Qian grasped the knife, took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, turned around and left.

"Senior brother?"

Zhuang Zhou called out.

Chu Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Take you to dinner!"

Taizhuang Zhou stood up when he heard the words, and followed with a smile.

The three of them went downstairs and left Baiyun Tower.

During the period, Zhuang Zhou gave the weird-looking proprietress a bank note as compensation, and successfully got a knowing smile.

Although this smile is not very pleasing to the eye, it still has a strange charm.

So Zhuang Zhou also smiled.

Chu Qian walked in front of him, his slender and healthy legs slowed down and slowed down.

"Zhuang Zhou."

He said: "Can't you change your slow temper?"

Zhuang Zhou said:

"If the birds don't fly, if the fish don't swim, if you don't practice martial arts, I will change."

Chu Qian raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

After crossing two streets, Chu Qian stood in front of a noodle stall, sat down there, and shouted, "Boss, three bowls of noodles."

The boss who was cooking the noodles hurriedly responded.

He looked at Zhuang Zhou again: "What's the matter? Are you not used to eating?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled indifferently and sat down.

He is dressed in a scholar's robe, with dark hair and white skin, with a dignified appearance, a tall and straight figure, gentle and quiet, and a little sickly. He only compares Chu Jinqizhao to a wild boy in the countryside. The noodles served to him were three points more than those of Chu Qian and Qi Zhao.

"Young master, your body is too weak, you should eat more."

The boss gently placed the noodle bowl in front of Prince Changqin, and said in a low voice.

When Chu Qian heard this, he almost couldn't get up.

This unhappy world!

Zhuang Zhou looked at the boss with a smile, and said sincerely, "Okay."

The noodles are delicious.

Thick and thick chili oil is added, the texture is elastic, fragrant and salty.

Zhuang Zhou used up one bowl and used another.

When he asked for the third bowl, the boss' eyes changed.

When he finally finished the fourth bowl, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief with a natural expression, and the boss was no longer surprised.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Chu Qian said, "In the future, this boss must have learned a truth."

"Don't judge a book by its cover."

Zhuang Zhou continued with a smile.

Chu Qian couldn't help laughing.

The three of them left the noodle stall and walked aimlessly on the street.

"You haven't told me yet, what are you doing here?"

Chu Qian asked.

Zhuang Zhou said, "Appreciate the teacher."

"You want to betray the teacher?"

"Master agrees."

"Everyone in the world thinks so."

"What's the use of people in this world without me, Master, and you?"

"Who do you want to worship?"

"Feng Jun."

Chu Qian stopped in his tracks.

He took a serious look at Zhuang Zhou, from his eyebrows to his eyes to his neck, chest, and thighs.

"what are you doing?"

Zhuang Zhou asked.

"See if you are a peerless lunatic or a peerless genius."

"See it?"

Chu Qian laughed, "Madman."

"No, it's a genius."

Zhuang Zhou replied calmly and firmly.

Chu Qian stopped talking.

He moved on.

After a while Fang said: "You should know that Feng Jun is a member of Xinghua Palace's sect."

"Xinghua is sent by Tianxiajian, but Xinghua Palace only accepts one disciple every year."

"I know."

"Then you should know that Feng Jun is one of the three people who are good at using swords in the world today. The other two are an old man and a woman, and he is the youngest, the most indifferent, and the least fond of accepting disciples."

"I know."

"You should also know that not only do you have no foundation in martial arts, you even just killed the person Feng Jun sent to kill Qi Zhao."

"You killed it."

"Even so, you may not be able to enter the Xinghua Palace, and you may not be able to learn swords if you enter the Xinghua Palace. If you can learn swords, it may not be Fengjun who taught you. If Fengjun teaches you, he may be killed. you."

"I know."

"Then you still want to go?"

"of course."

Chu Qian suddenly smiled, and he looked straight at Zhuang Zhou, his dark eyes were shining brightly.

"As expected of my senior brother Chu Qian, we should act like this!"

"I knew you understood."

Zhuang Zhou said with a smile, his eyes were gentle and clear, with a hint of understanding.

Chu Qian suddenly turned his head.

"Don't look at me like that."

"how?"

"I would be embarrassed."

"it is good."

Qi Zhao silently followed behind them, his face stiff as a log.

"Zhuang Zhou, there is one more question."

"You said."

"You are not qualified to participate in the selection of Xinghua Palace's disciples."

"Master wrote me a letter of recommendation."

"... What kind of ecstasy did you give Master again?"

"I just told him that if I die, this is my only wish before I die."

"Monks don't lie."

"I'm not a monk."

"hypocritical."

"kindness."

The author has something to say:

I am too lazy to divide it into two chapters, so I will post it at once. This illusion can let you see Zhuang Zhou's real personality. !