After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

The third guard has guarded the city gate for half his life.

There is not much oil and water to be gained from guarding the gate, it is a hard work with nodding and bowing.

But it is just as happy to be able to eat a full stomach and occasionally watch some interesting things.

Just like yesterday, if the gentleman came back from outside the city in disgrace, the luan chair bestowed by the city lord was gone, and he went to the city lord's mansion non-stop.

It was the first time he saw Ruo Junzi deflated.

I really don't know who it is who actually provoked Ruo Junzi, who must be repaid.

As he was thinking, the long needle in his hand pierced into the sack with a bang. This carriage sack was filled with medicinal herbs and supplied to the major shops in the city.

"Are you ready? I'm still busy delivering goods."

The guard three hurriedly drew out the needle, and slicked a few words of praise, which made the other party look happy, before bowing to invite the other party to enter the door.

It wasn't until the ponytail was out of sight that the third guard fell down and spit secretly.

The carriage running in front hit a stone, vacated for a moment, and then landed heavily. The servant opened his eyes in shock, and grabbed the reins to control the direction.

Does the carriage seem lighter?

He curled his lips and didn't take it seriously, and leaned against the carriage with his eyes closed.

Fang Xingjian held his breath and concentrated, leaning against a hidden corner of the dark alley.After waiting for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and lightly brushed off the smell of herbs on his body.

After waiting at the gate of the city for a long time, I finally found a carriage that could hide into the city, but thanks to the lax inspection by the guards, he let him in.

Standing in front of the dark alley, the gentle breeze blows the tie on the hair.

As soon as he finished tidying up his clothes, there was a rush of footsteps behind him, mixed with twittering and cursing, rushing towards him.

With a concentrated expression, he swiftly jumped onto the roof and hid himself.

The sound of hurried footsteps stopped not far from him, the short and eager heartbeat of the visitor echoed in the dark alley, and the small place suddenly became noisy.

Who is hiding?

Fang Xingjian still had important things to do, and he didn't want to get involved in Moxiu's grievances, so he bowed his waist and prepared to jump off the roof from the other side.

"Where are people? Where did they go?"

"Damn, you dare to lie to me that the house is dead and clean, and you just want to find a place to work and eat, who knows that you are a gentleman! The shop was almost overturned by them!"

"When I find him, I must take off this guy's arms!"

If the word "junzi" was mentioned, Fang Xingjian's walking steps paused, then he turned back and lay down on the roof, releasing his spiritual consciousness to cover the alley.

This dark alley ended almost as far as the eye could see, and it was a dead end.

There were some wooden boxes piled up scattered on both sides. Moxiu kicked away the sundries on the ground and frantically rummaged through all the places where people could hide.

The three of them quickly found the last wooden box, rubbed their hands and cursed with a smile:

"Little bastard, you can't escape, follow me honestly to see Ruojunzi, so you don't suffer from flesh and blood!"

Having said that, Moxiu used [-]% of his strength to slap his palm, and he must see blood to be happy.

The wooden box shattered at the sound, and there were messy sawdust all over the place, but there was nothing under the wooden box.

No one, nothing!

Moxiu was furious immediately, and the three of them turned back to look for the box that they missed just now, but after searching for a while, there was still no result.

"Did he go out from the fork in the road just now?"

"It's possible, go back and have a look!"

"We must not let this bastard run away, otherwise Ruojun will not be able to explain."

Thinking of Ruo Junzi's weird and vicious methods, the three of them were all terrified and shuddered down their spines.

The footsteps went away.

Fang Xingjian turned over and jumped off the eaves, walked a few steps towards the dark side of the dead end, stretched out his long sword, and sharply picked up a dark black board.

This place is protected from light and covered with thick dark boards. At first glance, it seems to be a corner of the wall, so it is naturally not discovered by the demon cultivators.

It was because of his sensitive spiritual sense that he knew that there was a little guy hiding here.

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes, the white gauze lace was fluttering in the wind, the tip of the sword reflected light, illuminating the scene under the dark board.

It was a pair of red pupils hidden in the darkness.

Red pupils filled with hatred, loathing, and despair.

Although he has no cultivation base, he is far better than the ten-year-old kid in front of him based on his battle experience alone.

The moment the long sword was raised, a sound of piercing through the air passed by his ear.Fang Xingjian's face remained motionless, he just tilted his head slightly, and dodged the dark blade that was shooting at him.

He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Tips for carving insects."

The child clicked his tongue, seeing that he couldn't succeed in the blow and didn't want to fight, he turned over and rolled to the side, and ran away.Fang Xingjian still had something to ask him, so naturally he couldn't let him go easily, so he reached out and picked up the child by the collar, and calmed down his tone:

"Don't run away, I won't hurt you, I just want to ask something."

How could it be possible for the child to catch him without a fight, his limbs kept dancing, but he couldn't touch Fang Xingjian's clothes.In the end, he could only turn around and stare at him viciously.

He has no father and no mother, and he has lived in the streets and alleys of Wanchao City since he was a child. He has done everything he can and cannot do, what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

There are a lot of people who have dealt with, and he has seen many succubi and demon cultivators who are famous for their beauty.

But the moment he saw him, he was stunned in shock.

If a gentleman is a gorgeous flower drawn with all the paint, then the person in front of him is a tea plant blooming on the iceberg of Gaoling.

Ice makes muscle jade and bone, and cherry red spots crimson lips.

The fusion of two completely different temperaments, Ling Han and Huali, reveals prosperity hidden in the sharpness.

He is clearly in front of him, but he feels that this appearance should only be in the painting and in the sky.

Seeing that the child stopped moving, Fang Xingjian turned his hand and put the long sword at his side, loosened the child's back collar and placed it in front of him.

After waiting for a while, the child was still staring at him.

He coughed twice, this kid looked smart, why was he frightened before he moved, so he could only speak softly:

"Did you run away from Ruojunzi?"

The thin crimson lips opened and closed in front of his eyes, the child suddenly woke up, his voice was very familiar, and the strange old sword was also very eye-catching.

That's when I realized who he is!

If it wasn't for his help yesterday, he might have died in Ruojunzi's hands.

Now that there is such a relationship, the child quickly came back to his senses, and agreed crisply: "Yes!"

Suppressing the gratitude in his heart again, he asked anxiously:

"You saved me yesterday, do you remember?"

Fang Xingjian went towards the fish scale, but the person he saved casually didn't remember clearly, he only vaguely remembered that there was a child, so he nodded casually, and asked:

"Do you know that there are sharks in Ruojunzi's mansion?"

The child's pupils shrank, and the joy of meeting his benefactor was instantly quenched. He even took two steps back nervously, swallowed, and tremblingly said:

"You, how do you know?"

Wen Ziyi's chest rose and fell quickly, kicking the seriously injured person away, and the soft light sword assumed an attacking posture.

The fingertips holding the soft light were already trembling, blood dripped down the sword tip to the ground, and the aura in the dantian was exhausted.

Since entering Bai Xinghua's sect, such besieging and beatings have become commonplace.

The person opposite is Bai Xinghua's first apprentice, Fu Xiangqiao.

She snorted coldly, looked up and down the cheap junior brother, but felt that nothing was pleasing to the eye, waved someone to drag the defeated disciple out, and said:

"However, I thought your Mozun Shizun taught you many amazing tricks."

The monks surrounded him to prevent Wen Ziyi from running out.

He is only on the fifth floor of foundation building, but Fu Xiangqiao has dispatched so many half-step golden core monks, he really thinks highly of him.

Wen Ziyi curled her lips ironically, tightly holding the soft light sword in her hand, the blood pooled and flowed on the spike of the sword, sucked and sank, and returned to its original state of lightness in the blink of an eye.

It can be seen that the producer is meticulous and considerate.

Fu Xiang raised her eyebrows skillfully, with some interest, she ordered the soft light in his hand arbitrarily, and ordered the servant:

"Bring me his sword."

Who doesn't know that Fang Xingjian loves this apprentice the most, and it wouldn't be too much if he left one or two good things.

Although she may not like it, it is also a good thing to use this to humiliate Wen Ziyi a little more.

Wen Ziyi stepped back two steps sideways, looking at the surrounding monks vigilantly.

However, before he could react, the monk had already shot out the silver gauze, completely wrapping his wrist.

With just a slight break, there was a crackling sound.

Wen Ziyi snorted, and the soft light sword fell helplessly into the air, and was swept by the silver gauze to Fu Xiangqiao.

His wrist was twisted at a weird angle, his face was pale, he clenched his back molars tightly, and the fierce light in his eyes could almost kill.

The fringe on the soft light sword was torn off by the woman, the bright red Kodan set against the white tassels, she looked at Wen Ziyi's anger, as if she was watching a play.

It turned out to be a sword tassel made of spiritual silk, no wonder it was so powerful.

She pursed her lips provocatively, fixedly looked into his eyes, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently crushed the tassel of the sword. Once the wind blew, not even the powder was left.

With a bang, she threw the bare soft light sword on the ground.

"You look so interesting, yes, you look like a dog in the water who has been beaten with a club."

"Next time if you don't haunt Master with a long memory, I will smash the sword as well."

Fu Xiang covered her lips and smiled lightly, Shi Shiran led a group of monks out of this silent bamboo forest.

Only Wen Ziyi with a broken hand was left, stood up stumbled, stepped forward to pick up the soft light sword, tore off a piece of sleeve, and carefully wiped the dead leaves and soil on it.

Until he wiped the hilt of the sword, he was stunned in place, his eyes drooping silently.

There is a small hole there, where the sword tassel was originally tied.

In a trance, memories penetrated like needles, and Fang Xingjian's figure reappeared in front of his eyes.

The master, who was busy with the sect's general affairs during the day, returned to the dormitory - he said that the dormitory looked up to him, but it was just a small room with simple and casual furniture.

I'm afraid the whole room is worth less than Fu Xiangqiao's jewelry.

He just lit the lamp, sat at the small wooden table and injected spiritual energy into the spirit silkworm thread.

Spirit silkworm thread is inherently delicate and has strict requirements on spiritual energy.

On his left is a large handful of broken spiritual threads, and on his right are a few spiritual threads that have been made with great difficulty.

Day and night, he finally made a beautiful fringed sword tassel and hung it on the soft light sword for him.

Wen Ziyi has always disliked Jiansui, who would rather practice his self-cultivation if he has free time, and instead do nothing.

Fang Xingjian wasn't angry either, he just smiled and indicated to him that this is a magic weapon that can protect his body, and it won't hurt if it falls on the sword.

The sword tassel was made with countless energy and spiritual power, and a long robe can be woven from the broken silk silk alone, but he just told Wen Ziyi not to take it off lightly.

No more words.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might really think that this sword spike is nothing special.

After Fang Xingjian fell into the Demon Realm, all traces of him were wiped out.

The only thing left in his hand, besides the soft light sword, is this sword tassel.

Wen Ziyi stared blankly at the small hole, unconsciously stroking the texture of the sword hilt.

A burst of panic and helplessness came to my heart, as if what was crushed was not Jiansui, but the proof of Fang Xingjian's existence.

He shook his head lightly, drooping his long eyelashes to cover up the indelible gloom in his eyes, and was brainwashing himself:

"I killed him, how could I regret it?"

"If it's broken, it's broken, and I'll just buy a new one in the future, but Jiansui..."

But there was another voice in my heart, sounding like thunder:

"Then why did you keep the soft lightsaber he gave you?"

Wen Ziyi didn't speak anymore, just knelt on the ground indifferently, holding the long sword in one hand, like a silent statue of atonement.

The sun is shining brightly, and the bamboo forest is swaying gently in the wind.

After a long while, only a few raindrops fell on the soft light sword, which was muffled and inaudible.