Youjia Inn

The steamed stuffed bun shop at Dongjiekou has always had a good business, and there will be people queuing up in front of the shop if it is meal time.

But now it's not meal time, the boss is also lazily sitting on the seat, holding a tea bowl, enjoying the rare leisure of this day.

"Boss, I want a half-rare barbecued pork bun." The boy's voice was not loud, not as energetic as he should be at this age.

This is a young man with a low sense of presence, wearing the most common coarse bunt clothes, with a thin body and messy hair, with his head down, and his face cannot be seen clearly. Even if he is standing in front of you, it is difficult to move his eyes to him. .

"My little brother, I'm sorry, but we don't buy char siu buns." The boss put down the tea bowl and smiled sheepishly.

"Medium rare, barbecued pork buns." The boy's voice didn't change at all, and he repeated it flatly.

"Okay." The boss responded enthusiastically, skillfully opened half of the steamer, wrapped two steamed buns warmed by residual heat, and handed them to the boy.

The boy nodded, took the bun, and left with a half-dead pace.

At the corner of the alley, the boy took out another small paper bag from the paper bag containing the steamed stuffed bun, unfolded the paper bag and inside it was a 100 tael bank note.

"Hiss." The boy gasped, quickly folded the bank notes, and his expression returned to normal.

"Wow woo woo, woo woo, woo woo." A muffled whimper came.

The boy looked back, and saw a middle-aged woman covering the mouth of the little girl.

"Cry so much, you will have something to eat when you get home, so why not cry! Go! I'll bother you!" The woman glared, and the little girl's sobs subsided.

"Let's go." The woman stretched out her hand to take the little girl, smiled awkwardly at the boy, and continued walking forward.

"I don't!" When passing by the boy, the little girl suddenly exclaimed at the boy.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The woman covered the little girl's mouth with one hand, and pinched the little girl's arm calmly with the other.

"Woooooo." Tears immediately rolled down from the little girl's eyes, and her words turned into indistinct cries.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry all day, go back! Go back quickly, don't embarrass yourself here!" The woman fiercely pulled the child and dragged it forward.

The boy sighed and called the woman to a halt.

"Auntie, this child is not yours, is it?"

"Why not? This child is squeamish and cries if he doesn't buy candy." The woman argued.

The girl stared at the boy with her watery red eyes open without blinking.A five or six-year-old child with a chubby little face, snowy eyebrows and cute eyes, and a tear mole at the corner of the eye adds a touch of aura. The clothes on his body look ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he can find that they are high-quality silk and satin. It's not like a child of ordinary people's family at all.

"Look at you, you're still crying, let's go." The woman yanked forward again.

"Auntie, is this child a lady from a rich family?" The young man blocked the woman's way with his hand.

"Stop meddling in your own business." The woman rolled her eyes at the young man, and said in a bad tone, "We are working for Linglong Pavilion."

"Heh." Without further ado, the young man struck out like lightning, a windy hand knife slashed towards the woman's neck.

The woman's eyes were fixed, and she fell to the ground.

The little girl stopped crying and looked up at the boy in front of her, twitching her head, and called out childishly, "Brother, brother."

"Yeah." The boy squatted down, with an unnaturally soft voice, and wiped away the little girl's tears, "Little sister, do you still remember where your own home is? Or where are your parents?"

"Huh? Remember, remember, my home is far away, far away, my father, my father and I live in a hotel with a lot of people, we live on the fourth floor, um." The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while. meeting.

The boy nodded and got up: "Well, I see, I'll take you back."

The little girl took a few steps on her short legs and took the boy's hand.

The young man paused in his footsteps, sighed, and clenched the soft little hands in his hands.

-

Zhujian Villa, as the name suggests, is famous all over the world for its skill of casting swords.It is said that the sword-making technique of this line was inherited from a generation of sword-making master Ou Yezi.

The second owner of the villa once reproduced the ancestor's Zhanlu sword, which became famous for a while, and there was an endless stream of knights who came to ask for the sword, and Zhujian Villa declined them all.

Later, there were too many people who could not stop asking for swords, so Jianjian Villa directly closed its doors to thank guests.Heroes from all walks of life, sword lovers, and great collectors set up camp at the gate of the villa with amazing perseverance, supporting a group of peddlers.

No matter what the situation was outside the gate, the owner of Zhujian Mountain Villa did not move, and there was only one answer to the heroes from all walks of life, the owner had gone down the mountain and was not in the villa.

A few days later, the people from all walks of life dispersed, and Zhujian Villa returned to calm.In the past ten years, Zhujian Villa has not released a single sword.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the owner of the villa is exhausted. The name of Zhujian Villa does not match the reality, so it is better to change its name to Yijian Villa.

Ten years later, the hidden sword villa released another sword, called "Drinking Blood, Blowing Hair and Cutting Hair", cutting iron silently, and the whole body is as clear as ice. Only when you see blood can you see the sword clearly.

The owner of the village gave this sword to his friends who were about to go to the battlefield.The sword lived up to its reputation of drinking blood, and accompanied the general to drink the blood of the Hulu.

What's even more amazing is that before the general encountered an assassination, the blood-drinking sword suddenly gave an early warning of blood, which saved the general from disaster.The sword has a sword spirit, and it protects the master by itself.Zhujian Villa is famous for this.

It can be said that it has been ten years of sharpening a sword, and one sword can move the world.

It turned out that Zhanlu was just a practice work of the second owner, and the blood-drinking sword was his masterpiece.

"Xiao Wu, even though you are a girl, the rules in the villa can't be broken. This time, you can only rely on yourself when you go down the mountain. Be careful." No. 20, the third owner of the villa, ordered a few words politely.

"Don't worry, uncle."

"Well, let's go." The owner's benevolent smile didn't catch the eye, it only stayed on the skin.

"Farewell." Xiao Wu clasped her fists together and went down the mountain with her big burden.

"Phew." The owner let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally, such a troublesome spirit will be sent away."

After Xiao Wu's father passed away, his uncle inherited the position of owner of the villa. Xiao Wu was young and a girl at the time, and everyone lived in peace. The bad thing is that this girl has a strong interest in sword casting, and after finishing her homework such as female reds, she will go to the sword casting room to have a look.

In Zhujian Villa, there is no saying that males should not be passed on females. After all, Mo Xie was born in the ancestors, so the brothers would mention a few words from time to time.

No one thought that such an inconspicuous girl who had not studied systematically could forge a sword.

A re-enacted Mo Xie sword made the old monsters in the Presbyterian Church look at each other with admiration, and unexpectedly included Xiao Wu on the list of candidates for the next owner. As long as this girl forges a sword of her own, the position of the owner will be secured. half.

Before forging a sword, one needs to forge a heart.A skilled swordsmith alone cannot cast the soul of a sword.

The second owner of the villa spent nearly ten years in the rivers and lakes, looking for his inspiration and his way of making swords.

The famous blood drinking is his answer.From then on, every disciple of Zhujian Mountain Villa needs to go down the mountain after learning the sword casting skills, to experience a life in the rivers and lakes. The time can be long or short, as long as they hand in their works within one month of returning to the village.

This rule has been passed down to the present and it is only a formality. Most of the disciples just hang around for a few days, just to play and relax. Few of them will really look for some illusory spirit.After all, sword psychics are the same as animals becoming spirits, which probably only exist in legends.

Xiao Wu couldn't make up his mind about this matter, so he had to pack up and hurry on the road. The first stop was Falling Star City, in order to try his luck and see if he could find the meteorite that fell from the sky.

Add a little meteorite to the blade of a common soldier, and the common soldier becomes a sharp weapon.This meteorite usually looks similar to ordinary stones, and only under the moonlight on the night of the fifteenth day will it emit bright starlight.

There may be no hope for casting a heart, but if you can find the raw materials for casting a sword, you still have to look for it.

I remember coming here with my dad ten years ago, the impression is already blurred, but I just remember getting lost?

The crow-blue sky left a smear of blood, which blended with the purple of the sky to form a magnificent picture scroll. In the distance, the lights in Luoxing City lit up little by little, and a bronze-colored full moon showed its face from the east. It was unbelievably big, like a hand Just like that, the faint soft light kissed the earth and elongated the shadows of trees and people, and a few stars were so bright that they were about to fall.

Suddenly, there was one more figure on the ground.

As soon as Xiao Wu turned around, a burly man followed a few meters away.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" Xiao Wu asked sharply.

"Hehehe, little girl, what are you doing alone in the wilderness at such an early night?"

The big man with a scar on his face took a few steps forward, and a smell of alcohol mixed with sweat swept over him.

"Go away, be careful that I'm not polite to you!" Xiao Wu took a few steps back in disgust, drew out the soft sword he was carrying and pointed at the man in front of him.

"Hey, let me see how you are rude to me." The big man pounced forward, seemingly clumsy but avoided Xiao Wu's stabbing sword.

Xiao Wu frowned and flipped a sword flower in his hand, leaving a gash on the big man's face.

"Yo, the cat's paws are quite sharp." The big man stretched out his hand, glanced at the blood on his palm, twisted his neck, and stretched his palm, "Little girl, you're sobering me up, I'm going to be active .”

"Stop, stop talking nonsense!" Xiao Wu's tone was a little weak, "I don't want to, if you don't want to die, let me go!"

"Hey hey, little beauty." With a flash of the man's figure, the hill-like body pressed down in front of Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu slashed at the big man with a sword. Unexpectedly, as soon as the big man stretched out his hand, the bear claw grabbed Xiao Wu's hand. After exerting force, Xiao Wu suffered pain, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Let go of me, let go of me quickly, I'm from Zhujian Villa!" Xiao Wu's anxious tears were about to roll out.

"Let go of you?" The big man smiled lewdly, "We'll talk about it after the master has had a good time."

As soon as the voice fell, a sudden change occurred.

With a bang, the big man twisted affectionately suddenly, and his hands drooped weakly.Xiao Wu took the opportunity to jump aside.

"Who? Come out!" The big man clutched a severed hand and looked around vigilantly and ferociously.

"Get lost." A few meters away, a man in a black suit was leaning against a tree, holding an unsheathed sword in his arms.

"Boy!"

"Boy? Keep your mouth clean. If you don't leave, it might not be your hand that gets broken next time."

"You, you, you! You wait for me!" The big man uttered a harsh word, and with a pale face, he ran away with his tail between his legs.

"Are you okay?" The man walked forward and asked warmly.

Xiao Wu shook his head and hesitated, "No, it's all right, thank you, thank you hero for helping me out."

"Ha, you can't be called a hero, just draw your sword to help when you see injustice." The man smiled.

In fact, the man looks very ordinary, and his facial features are not outstanding when viewed separately, but they are very comfortable together, with a warm and harmonious feeling, and his smile has the taste of sunshine.

"Ah. Me, my name is Xiao Wu." Xiao Wu suddenly felt a little at a loss, "Dare to ask the hero Gao's name."

"Ha, my name is Lin Yuan. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Lin." The man's voice with a smile was like a jar of mellow wine.

The wind picked up, and the surrounding vegetation rustled, and Xiao Wu could only hear his own heartbeat.

Is it an old friend, why do you feel so familiar?