Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

In autumn, the maple leaves are red and the morning fog is getting thicker.

Shanglu was standing by the sea in the early morning. He was wearing a shirt whiter than snow and carrying a sword blacker than ink.

However, such a handsome man who can't be forgotten at a glance, has no expression at all.

Because this person is thinking about something, something bigger than the sky.

Shang Luben is a modern doctor with strange hobbies.

He likes to sit on a wooden chair in the park in the early morning, tilt his head and look at the lovely people passing by, infer their physical condition, and if he meets someone who is interested, he will come forward and say a few words.

At that time, Shanglu was talking with a buddy who was troubled by insomnia.

However, in the blink of an eye, he changed his clothes, and the face of the person in front of him changed.

Shanglu blinked his eyes in confusion, he raised his hand, patted his face in doubt, and calmly touched the opposite face.

It was a handsome and indifferent face with eyes that were colder than ice.

"I don't know you." Shanglu's voice was calm.

He quietly stared at these eyes, and carefully looked at the man in front of him.

It was clear that not long ago he was facing a little brother with black eyes, but now he turned into a handsome man in white in the blink of an eye.

In the end, Shanglu asked everyone what everyone wanted to ask: "Who are you?"

Following these words, the mist in the morning became thicker and thicker.

The fog in the early morning of late autumn is sharper than a sword and colder than ice.

However, the two standing face to face did not seem to notice a trace of coldness.

In fact, Phytophthora is cold, not only because of late autumn, but also because of the increasingly cold gaze of the man opposite.

Shang Lu calmly withdrew his hand on the man's face, he turned his head, and stared at the sea in front of him calmly with his dark eyes.

This is a sea, a beautiful sea he has never seen in modern times.

Suddenly, he heard another voice, a voice he had never heard before.

"Ding dong, the system 1995 is at your service, dear host, welcome to the world of martial arts. The novice equipment has been loaded, please the host work hard to collect the shock value, actively complete the task, and go home as soon as possible."

As a modern doctor who is not too old, even quite young, Shang Lu naturally had an immature guess after hearing such a passage.

This is probably not a time-travel or a time-travel.

Knowing the meaning of the system's words and roughly understanding the current situation, he didn't even move his eyebrows, listening to the words in his head calmly.

"Please ask the host to take away Ximen Chuuxue's sword within a month, and call you a scum."

Shanglu still didn't respond to the voice in his head.

Looking at the increasingly noisy sea, he had a plan.

As a doctor who likes to mess around with medicinal materials, Shanglu doesn't intend to grab any swords, he wants to find a place to study medicinal materials quietly.

He resolutely said to the human being who was not easy at a glance: "I am a doctor and I need a place."

When a doctor utters this sentence, either he wants to save someone, or he wants someone else to save him.

Shang Lu suddenly turned his head, his bright and black eyes quietly staring at the person in front of him.

This is a pair of eyes that cannot be rejected, and this is also a person who will be deeply remembered after one glance.

It's a pity that Shang Lu met a cold and cruel man in white.

The man turned around decisively and coldly, the corners of his white clothes were as unpredictable as the white clouds above his head.

Staring at Shang Lu in the white clothes, he thought belatedly.

White clothes!It is indeed an artifact of pretense at all times and in all over the world!

The man in white strode away, and it took him a long time to hear his flat and cold voice: "Follow me."

"okay!"

Shang Lu hurriedly followed.

The wind in late autumn was cold and biting. Shanglu, who was only wearing white clothes, couldn't help rubbing his goosebumped arms. He spoke to the man in white and said, "I'm Shanglu."

The man in white paused for a while and said, "Ye Gucheng."

"Wow." Shanglu pretended to be surprised.

It seems that he made a mistake at the beginning, he didn't know him, on the contrary, he was very familiar with this person.

Ye Gucheng is a character in the legend of Little Phoenix, the lord of Baiyun City, and also a most powerful swordsman, a sword fairy.

At this time, Shang Lu began to look at this person seriously.

Ye Gucheng is a stern man. He wears a white jade crown, his hair is tied up high, and his slender and bony hands are tightly holding a black scabbard sword.

He is like a sword, but also like a fairy, but not like a person.

However, neither the fairy nor the sword can affect Shanglu's good mood.

Shanglu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were happily bent, and his steps were lighter, even his skin, which was whiter than snow, was slightly rosy.

If he doesn't want to take care of the system, he doesn't want to take care of the task either.From this point of view, following the Lord of a City is the best choice now.

After all, this doctor with weird hobbies is also a doctor who is afraid of the cold and hungry.

And Ye Gucheng is the city lord who is the least likely to suffer from cold and hunger, so following him will naturally give him a good meal.

The sea was not far from Baiyun City, and after half an hour, the two arrived at the City Lord's Mansion.

Shanglu calmly faced the attendant's gaze of "my city lord brought someone back", and waited for an old man to come without changing his expression.

This is an old man with a kind face, and he is also a very powerful old man, because after the old man came out, none of the attendants dared to stare at Shanglu with their original eyes. They all bowed their heads and waited on him respectfully.

The old man's etiquette was very thoughtful, he saluted to his own city lord, greeted Shang Lu, and then began to speak: "I don't know the name of this young master."

Shanglu was happy to answer the words of an old man with a kind face, he said calmly: "I am Shanglu, a doctor."

This is a very warm voice, it sounds like the voice of a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded.

However, neither the old man nor Ye Gucheng paid attention to this 'doctor', but turned their attention to the black long sword held by Shanglu.

This sword is really too strange, it is black all over, and the scabbard on the outside looks like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, it seems to have a big background.

The old man is also the old butler. He suddenly understood why his city lord brought a man back, and he must also be interested in this sword.

The sight of these two people cannot be ignored more than the cold wind in late autumn.

Shang Lu, who had been stared at all the time, sighed, and raised his sword generously.

He said, how did Ye Gucheng bring back an unknown person so simply, because he was interested in this sword.

However, this sword should be a novice equipment given by the system. He asked the system in his mind: "What is the origin of this sword that makes Ye Gucheng so interested." '

Shanglu was thinking about the possibility of selling the sword and opening a pharmacy.

In ancient times, there was no medical technology as advanced as modern times, so it is possible that he wanted to become the world's number one genius doctor written in ancient books.

Shanglu's eyes suddenly became very bright. He wiped away the saliva that did not exist, and waited excitedly for the system's reply.

However, I don't know what happened to the system, and it took me a long time to reply.

'It's a plastic sword...'"

"..."

Shanglu suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was no longer fragrant!

The whole body is black, the material is unknown...

It's plastic and there's nothing wrong with it!

Shang Lu's face was about to crack, but luckily he glued it back together by relying on his strong control over the patient.

He looked at Ye Gucheng calmly.

Although Sword Immortal's eyes looked calm, Shang Lu keenly noticed that the eyes widened a little.

Facing Ye Gucheng eagerly, Shang Lu was speechless for a while.

Did he want to tell the eager Sword God? !

'do you know?This is a plastic sword. '

A squishy plastic sword!

A plastic sword for every modern kid!

Phytolaca thought belatedly: It is indeed the novice equipment of the system!