Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

In order to prevent him from escaping, Qiao Yan only ate a steamed bun and drank water for the past few days, and then contracted a cold.

But it didn't prevent him from looking at the young man in front of the wooden cart.

He had never seen such a good-looking person.

In the past, he worked as a servant in a family of comprehension in Ganzhou, although he rarely had the opportunity to go to the front yard, but every big festival, he could still see the monks coming and going, flying through the clouds and fog, like a fairy.

Among them, there are many people with handsome faces, but none of them can compare with the person in front of them.

How to describe it...

Qiao Yan has never read many books, but he can barely read a few words, and he only got started when he was a child. He is a gentleman hired by several families in the village. He is not really particular about learning, but he is afraid that they will climb trees and fall into the river. Inadvertently, he was taken away by Lord Yan.

The teacher who taught them couldn't pronounce Mandarin correctly, and there were many mixed dialects, which caused him to be unable to recognize and pronounce many words correctly.

But he likes to listen to operas, and when he recognizes the characters and understands the text, he has a thousand flavors in the babbling operas.

The wild opera troupe can't sing many tricks, it's just a few twists and turns.

Heroes and knights, romantic enemies, mountain monsters and wild monsters.

He felt that the young man in front of him was really handsome, like a fairy in a painting sung in a play.

But it is also sung in the opera, the beauty has painted skin, and there are ghosts in the painting.

The more beautiful and frightening an existence is, the more dangerous it is.

Qiao Yan emboldened himself: Don't be afraid!He eats me and I punch him in the stomach!

Chu Lanyin stared at the black baby in the mouth of the toothmaid with great interest, but in Qiao Yan's mind, he was already an old mountain village monster who relied on eating children to maintain his beauty, or the kind who would eat three every day when he went out.

"Lan Yin." Xie Cangshan walked to Sword Spirit's side.

His eyes fell on the black and thin child, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

Seeing the strange look on his face, the matchmaker who came with her couldn't help feeling anxious, she rubbed her hands and said with a flattering smile: "Master, I don't know, this black baby is not an old woman, I abducted her from the valley, she is a gentleman from Ningzhou. When he came out, the master of his family even gave him the deed of selling himself, so it's a sale, a sale."

She stressed it tightly, took out a piece of greasy paper from the front pocket of her skirt, and said in a flustered way: "He used to be a handyman from a family in Ningzhou. There is no room for mistakes. But don't worry, he was not sent because his hands and feet were not clean, but because he offended the housekeeper. He picked a mistake and sent it out. It is very useful. If no one wants it, the old woman wants to take it home Farming for us."

The prostitute spoke very fast, but Chu Lanyin didn't even bother to listen this time, she just wondered why anyone could buy and sell it like candy.

Around his former sword master, there were few people who wanted to serve him, so he didn't understand this reason.

But he stared at Qiao Yan's right leg, and suddenly said, "It's about to break."

The spirit thread was about to break, and only a thin tail thread was struggling to hang on.

In Sword Spirit's cognition, once the spirit line is broken, his legs will be completely useless and can only be cut off.

The toothmaid suddenly changed color, rolled her cloudy eyeballs, and finally smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just keep it up, and it will be fine after a few days. Well, if you don't mind it, you can just take it away. or--"

"very noisy."

Chu Lanyin glanced at the matchmaker.

The latter immediately shut his mouth, only to feel cold sweat dripping down his back, and he couldn't move for a moment.

After eliminating the noise, Chu Lanyin turned her head to look at Xie Cangshan.

The spiritual thread of the monk also changed a little, and the silver light at the breaks was a little brighter than usual.

Chu Lanyin didn't ask him what's wrong.

The sword spirit was there in an instant, and the Lingtai was clear.

He felt as if he knew what the monk was thinking at the moment.

Just like the games of the fourth sword master, Chu Lanyin was asked to play many times.

The fourth term always asked him: "To save or not to save?" or "Which of them do you think will survive?"

After playing, Chu Lanyin was still helpless.

Because no matter who you choose to save, you will die in the end.

"Sword Spirit, how could you save everyone?" The fourth term always said so.

Chu Lan was not convinced, but it was precisely because of this dissatisfaction that he paid the price. That year was also a disaster year. For this reason, he lost nearly a hundred years to the fourth term.

No answers, no answers in this game.

But Sword Spirit knew very well that this was not an easy decision.

There are too many things to pay for, and good intentions may not be rewarded.

Chu Lan guessed that the monk might be thinking that it is better to let nature take its course.

But in fact, I don't want to let nature take its course.

So Sword Spirit decided to use a method he often used.

"You can buy it for me."

He said: "I want a er... black leather one, I can look for it at night."

The matchmaker is surprised: the young master's hobbies are very unique!

She is also used to watching people order food. Seeing that the young master mentioned it first, she thought about Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, and said, "Okay! Two taels of silver, and I can get the deed of prostitution cheaply. 15 taels, and then According to the fate, the total is only 15 taels, and I will make you a few more clothes and take them all away."

When the buying and selling market turned around, the price was set on the ground.

The merchants on the side heard this and scolded her for being unruly.

But those who do business are also very particular, and generally they don't care about this kind of job.

Xie Cangshan suddenly said: "Lan Yin."

"Huh?" Chu Lanyin looked at him, "What do you want me to do?"

The weeds in front of the city gate have just sprouted, and the wind is still blowing, but the desolation of winter is slowly receding.

Over the years, there are many streams of light.

The eternal problem of the Cangsheng Dao, in Jianling's mouth, seems to be as simple as an equation number that can be answered without thinking. It seems that there is not so much blood and tears, and there is not so much hesitation. He only uses one method, and he solves it easily. resolve.

Just do it because "I want to".

There can be a unique, unchanging solution.

After a while, Xie Cangshan gave a low laugh.

He raised his hand and tapped the sword spirit's forehead lightly, but said: "Thank you."

Qiao Yan was still in a daze.

From the time he saw that frail young man suddenly conjure up a sword and put it on the shoulder of the matchmaker, he had a strong intuition that many things were different.

Hei Wa finally settled the deal with two pennies.

Qiao Yan didn't even know how to divide his worth equally.

No matter what, the deed of sale is also worth a penny. Could it be that I am only worth a penny?

The fairness of this deal is gone.

Xie Cangshan thought.

The money is really gone.

He was thinking about how to solve this problem, the sword spirit took a quick step, pulled out the main body, and decided to solve it violently.

Chu Lanyin's thinking is very simple, but also very rough.

I'm poor, but you can't play tricks on me, or I'll kill you.

If the price that was agreed before is raised again, it is a hooligan.

But the problem is that the sword spirit still doesn't remember the currency value in the human world very clearly.

What he wanted to say was "two taels of silver", but he said "two wen" in a daze.

The prostitute's legs were weak, she was trembling, and she couldn't speak well.

The reason why she dared to sit on the ground and raise the price before was also because she saw that these two people were bookish, well-educated people who were easy to deceive, bully, and save face, and they couldn't do things like bargaining. , most likely the other party will respond with the mentality that one thing more is worse than one thing less.

As for what will happen to this Hei Wa in the future, she can't control it.

Speaking of which, when she took over the child, she also lost her eyesight, she only liked the fact that this black boy had a fairy bone, and wanted to pull him away and sell him to an aristocratic family in another state, but who knew he was crippled.

Ask the doctor to see that it can be cured, but it will cost a lot of money, otherwise she will lose her leg soon. Now she knows that this is a defective product, so she sent it away as soon as possible.

Twelve of her car had been sold out, and they were all taken away one after another. Just this kid, as soon as the conversation was settled, he would yell, "I'm a lame!" Shameless, but also buried her shamelessly.

In fact, this kid knew in his heart that if the seller found out that he was a cripple after spending a lot of money, he would definitely get angry, and it would not be too much to kill him, so why not follow this prostitute first, and find a chance to escape in the future. However, his body was weak, and he caught a cold after a few meals of hunger, and his mouth was tied up again.

The matchmaker was also in a hurry to transfer the cripple out, and finally ran into two bullies, who knew it was not easy to mess with!

She stared at the sword on her shoulder tremblingly, with cold sweat breaking out from her back, and said, "Erwen, okay, okay, Erwen is Erwen! You take this away, old lady, I can't stand this horror!"

Chu Lanyin put down Lan Yin's sword and melted the sword into her body again.

He can absorb it freely, thanks to the effect of the monk's spirit stone.Originally, a sword spirit without a military master deed could not be five steps away from its body. With a military master deed, if it is not in the hands of a monk, it can only run around with itself on its back.

But the spirit stone is very miraculous. After eating it, he can really come and go freely, and he can also transform the sword into the spirit body, turning it into a natal sword.

The scene of turning the sword completely dispelled the struggle of the matchmaker.

She threw down Qiao Yan's contract of sale with the two cents, and ran away with the cart.

Now the onlookers lost their enthusiasm for sales, and only one bold one said to Xie Cangshan and the others: "This woman is not kind, although it is not against the law to sell slaves to the court, but I think she may really be Doing kidnapping, I will go to the government brothers after entering the city to ask."

In this way, the birds and beasts scattered, and each left.

Qiao Yan was thrown to the ground by the woman just now, and he stood up with great effort. He dared not touch the ground with one foot, and it hurt his heart when he touched it, but he jumped in front of Chu Lanyin and shouted. Said: "Grandfather!"

He could see that he was destined to follow them. This young man was very angry. Instead of confronting him head-on, he might as well behave himself first, and then make plans.

Chu Lan was surprised that he could still jump like this, and asked, "Can you float?"

Qiao Yan: "Huh?"

Jian Ling picked up his robe and said, "That's it."

Qiao Yan... Qiao Yan fell back to the ground again.

Until he got into the carriage of the two buyers and sat on the soft cushion, he still hadn't calmed down.

More scares are yet to come.

Xie Cangshan fumbled all over his pockets, and finally came up with two documents, so the three of them divided them when they entered the customs.

As for how to divide, it can only be that the sword spirit returns to the main body.

This completely frightened Qiao Yan into a fool. He had seen a juggler transform a living person, but he had never seen a living person transform into a sword.

After entering the city, Chu Lanyin also changed back, and in the carriage, one person and one spirit surrounded Hei boy.

Xie Cangshan asked: "Do you still have relatives?"

"Go back to benefactor, no more."

He probably felt that he was in a dream, but Qiao Yan forgot all his timidity.

"Is there a place to go?" Xie Cangshan asked again.

Qiao Yan shook his head, and replied: "Our village was surrounded by evil things back then, and not many escaped."

After the appearance of the three pits, the evil flowed in Taihui, and it was not until the Dingtian Needle was cast that the source was cut off.But evil things are not easy to kill, and it is difficult to rectify the evil water. In bad years, the evil water will be alienated, and new evil things will grow in it.

The spiritual screen of the monks can block the water, but not the fog. Several states in the fairyland were hit hard by disasters, but now the world is still divided into feudal lords. In the world, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their doors. The lords rely on their own abilities, and ask the monks to come down the mountain to help the disaster.

Along the way, although there is no sight of people living in dire straits, it is mostly desolate, only a large group of powerful traders, or merchants who use this to earn money for their lives are still walking around.Farming is also unstable, the economy cannot be managed, and the people are panicked. They close their doors early and close their doors. It is not good for development.

Xie Cangshan heard what Qiao Yan said, and sighed: "You have nowhere to go now, and we can't settle you down for the time being, so we will go on the same road first, and there may be a chance in the future, when your legs are healed, and you have a way to make a living way, and you can leave on your own.”

After these words came out, Qiao Yan felt even more like he was dreaming.

At this moment, Chu Lanyin leaned over and said, "I can heal his leg, and the spiritual thread is not broken, everything is easy to talk about."

But he added: "But you need to eat a special spirit stone to be completely cured."

In the next few days, Qiao Yan gradually had a sense of reality.

It's just that the sense of reality is not very stable, and it comes and goes, which is quite unpredictable.

Now he understands that Xie Cangshan is a wounded monk who is about to enter the world, and this trip is to find a mountain to be stationed at. He already knows that this young master Chu Lanyin is a sword spirit, not a ghost in a painting.

In his early years, he had only heard the term "sword spirit" in a family of cultivators, and he had never seen a living one. When he saw it now, it seemed that it was not what he imagined.

The sword spirit he thought should be cold, chilly, unsmiling, obeying his master's orders in every word and deed.

But after getting along for a few days, he found that this spirit seemed a little ignorant of the world.

To put it bluntly, he seemed a little... dumb.

But it actually doesn't seem so bad.

Qiao Yan has seen too many people who hide their knives in their smiles, have one thing in front of the other, and have seen naive and surging malice. The high-ranking people have no dust in their eyes, but he has never met such strange people and spirits like them.

Others thought that Qiao Yan was reckless and didn't know how to look at facial expressions. In fact, he just didn't want to become like that housekeeper because he was too good at reading facial expressions.After all, the young man was full of blood in his chest, he didn't want to bow his head, and the price for not bowing his head was that he was almost secretly beaten to death, and his life returned to hell.

But after listening to Xie Cangshan's several lessons on sword spirit, he found that this monk was very different.

He taught the sword spirit a lot of common sense in life, how to buy and sell with merchants, how to identify directions when traveling, and even how to walk. He said that floating is not a problem with the sword spirit, but it is very difficult for some people to empathize with them, and there is no prejudice everywhere.

The monks will attack people who have never hurt them because of their interests, and the world is sometimes so arrogant. The spirits have done nothing wrong, but because of the environment, they have to learn to protect themselves.

And because of that spirit stone, Lan Yin Sword Spirit is already a very special spirit, his ownership will become a place coveted by bad-hearted monks, and his freedom will also become something to be dreaded.

Chu Lanyin couldn't imitate the human race's way of walking very well, and it was really difficult to switch legs while floating. He tipped over in the small carriage countless times, and was hugged by Xie Cangshan.

Jian Ling was so angry that he wanted to gnaw on the monk's hair, Xie Cangshan retrieved his long hair with one hand, and patted Jian Ling on the back with the other, coaxing him back and forth before he was done.

Because of the experience of the past few days, Qiao Yan really felt that Xie Engong is so gentle.

Then I realized... this is just an illusion!

After encountering a bandit blocking the way, Jian Ling and Xie Cangshan had their first dispute. Chu Lan asked Xie Cangshan, the bandit spirit line showed that they did nothing but burn, kill and loot, shouldn't they deserve to die?

Xie Cangshan was silent for a long time.

And this is the rule of Taihui. Only when you really live here will you deeply understand that in this realm, there is no law to protect the weak.

This is different from the problem of trade-offs, only in the conditions of different time and space.

Then he said: You rest on the side, I will chat with them.

As a result of the chat, he didn't make it clear that Qiao Yan probably felt that the bandits should have died.

This leads to a new problem.

Sword spirits cannot kill on their own, and will fall into a passive state under certain conditions.

To Qiao Yan's surprise, Xie Cangshan did not use a very effective threat to beat the sword spirit like the housekeeper he was familiar with. After all, the sword spirit is a spirit, and Xie Cangshan is a human being. Even the 12-year-old Qiao Yan knows , the intimidate command works very well for most creatures.

The housekeeper would say, "If you don't serve your master well, you'll be killed and dragged out to feed the dogs."

This is very deterrent to most people.

If the sword spirit kills someone, he will be hacked to death. This is what Qiao Yan overheard.

But Brother Xie gave Chu Lanyin a spell instead, saying: "If someone hurts you, there is no other way, you can do it."

These talisman papers are all poisons that he refined with spiritual power and props a few days ago. It is difficult for Mahayana monks to resist, but they will not be fatal immediately. If Xie Cangshan can make up the knife in time, this life will not be counted in the sword spirit on the head.

"We have three chapters, Lan Yin."

Xie Cangshan said to Sword Spirit seriously: "If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, I will—"

Chu Lanyin blinked, his attitude was somewhat nonchalant.

The murderous nature is deeply buried in the spirit body of the weapon, and the fourth sword master also had a great influence on him invisibly.

Human life seems to be the same thing.

And Lan Yin's sword is always going to be hacked, and it's just one thing if he's hacked to death.

Xie Cangshan thought for a while and said, "I don't want you anymore."

Chu Lanyin was taken aback.

Qiao Yan, who was at the side, noticed that his back tensed instantly.

The sword spirit, who was floating and practicing the aisle, became unsteady and rushed forward.

The carriage shook violently, Xie Cangshan caught him, and was also hit by the force of the car wall, he held Jian Ling's shoulder, and was about to ask him if he fell, but felt Jian Ling's arms came up, Hit him hard on the head.

A head hammer from Lan Yin's sword spirit!

Chu Lanyin felt very angry, but she didn't know why.

In fact, what Xie Cangshan meant was that if Lan Yinjian killed someone for no reason, then the fate between the two of them would come to an end, but this is still an assumption that he never wants to happen, so there is no need to be so pessimistic.

Xie Cangshan pressed his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, then he raised his hand to pat Sword Spirit's back, and said, "Lan Yin, if I'm still by your side, you won't be able to defend yourself against borrowing me as a blade. Since I rescued you, you can't help it." I will not abandon you for no reason. Taihui Tiandao is unclear, but the calamity on your body is hard to get rid of, I don't want one day when you really go crazy because of killing people, then everything will be irreversible."

boom -

Qiao Yan was terrified: "Why is there thunder on a sunny day?"

Xie Cangshan said calmly: "It's okay, you will get used to it."

Chu Lan was lying on top of him, seeming to be thinking about the usefulness of the three chapters of the agreement.

He couldn't quite figure it out yet, but after a long time, he still said, "All right."

In the next few days, Qiao Yan really got used to the thunder for no reason, and also got used to the fact that some monks would be so poor.

Xie Cangshan was completely penniless, and on a sunny day, he finally decided to take to the streets as a performer.

When a monk entered the world, his most common identity was a fortune teller, so he set up a stall on the street.

This is not the first time for him to be this identity. He also pretended to be a fortune teller when he was doing tasks before. He played the role of a blind old man and also played the erhu. The business was very bad, but at that time, he didn't care about money, so he didn't care about how to run the business. .

Xie Cangshan really did not expect that his retirement career would be so colorful.

But to his surprise, the business was too good this time.

And there are men and women, young and old.

This seriously robbed the business of the old fortune-teller next door, and I heard him complaining loudly to the aunt selling oranges across the street.

"Are fortune tellers playing tricks these days?! Obviously, Jiang is still old and spicy!"

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you will be short of money. Is it a monk who went down the mountain to practice?!"

"And the fortune-telling also comes with performing tricks. What's the matter? Bundled transactions are not good!"

Chu Lanyin, who was knocking on the spirit stone, raised her head: "Huh?"

The girls onlookers exclaimed again and again: "Wow, where did the Lingshi go?"

On the other end, Qiao Yan was very self-conscious and decided to perform a one-leg somersault for everyone.

So at Xie Cangshan's stall, the style of painting is very split.

The left side is chewing stones with steel teeth, the right side is doing somersaults with one leg, and the middle is telling fortunes.

In short, at last, when they reached the foot of the destination mountain, the pockets were finally no longer shy.

Entering this city is the boundary of Ganzhou, which is an option on the map of Xie Cangshan.

He knew that there was a barren mountain here, and no one should have trespassed it.

I asked someone, and sure enough, no one took a fancy to it.

Now Qiao Yan's leg has undergone basic treatment, and it can't be used anymore. He leaned on a cane made by his benefactor and stood halfway up the barren mountain. He saw a large piece of wasteland, where no grass grew, no birds shit, and the spring spirit of Taihui seemed to be missing. After passing this bald mountain, there is only desolation left.

Xie Cangshan said: "I want to build a sect."

Chu Lanyin knew his plan a long time ago, nodded and said: "Yeah, Zongmen."

Qiao Yan went over the word in his head.

——Zongmen.

There are suzerains, elders, disciples, ritual instruments, and big houses.

look around again...

Just as he was looking at the stalls around him, Xie Cangshan had already skipped the part of divination, and directly asked Chu Lanyin to give the name of the sect from the book. It took a long time before he clicked two words.

So the Linghua Sect officially opened.

Qiao Yan thought about the imposing name, but he seemed to remember that Jianling couldn't read.

I walked over and took a look, oh, it turned out that I was thinking too much, and I was blind.

He didn't know what to say for a moment, but after a long while, he still had a little luck in his heart. Could it be that this place is actually just a gathering point, and when benefactor raises his arms, many monks will emerge?

For this reason, he asked cautiously: "Then benefactor, who else is there in our Linghua Sect?"

Xie Cangshan held his hands behind his back, with vicissitudes in his eyes, and said, "The three of us."

Sword Spirit Na was really very active, saying: "Then I want to be an elder, the suzerain is very tired."

Xie Cangshan smiled and said, "Yes, Elder Chu."

Chu Lan was inflated, imitating the etiquette of a monk and said: "Congratulations, Master Xie, for founding the sect."

Then he said to Qiao Yan: "Xiao Yanzi, as a senior disciple, you must study hard!"

For a sect, there is only one suzerain, one elder, and one disciple in the whole sect.The whole property is a piece of Bald Mountain, and the fortune-telling income is 53 taels of silver.

Qiao Yan roared inwardly: This sounds unreliable, okay?

Xie Cangshan took out his wallet and said, "The first task of Ling Huazong requires everyone to complete it together."

But seeing Chu Lan eager to try, Qiao Yan cheered up and said in his heart: Sure enough!He really has a back hand.

This Xie Cangshan made three mission cards in a decent manner, and the content of this mission was written on the top of them.

Because Jianling couldn't read, he even read it to Chu Lanyin alone.

This task is easy to say.

Exactly: build a house.

Because Chu Lan had never played construction before, she was looking forward to it very much at this time, holding the sign and saying: "Come on!"

Qiao Yan: I gave up, I really shouldn't have expected it.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, the moon has risen, and the carriage is still at the foot of the mountain, are you planning to cover the sky and make the earth your bed tonight?

It still feels very unreliable, it won't be closed tomorrow!

Xie Engong said something about the protagonist's halo, which he had never heard of.

When the mountain wind blows, the moon is bright.

But he seemed to understand the meaning.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Qiao Yan suddenly feels a little happy again.

When there is nothing left, start from scratch.

——Get rid of the past and only look at the future.

His fate is no longer that of duckweed, but seems to be graspable.

So he followed Xie Cangshan, closed his eyes and shouted: "The protagonist's halo!"

The author has something to say:

【Small Theater · Bright Moon】

Hundreds of years later.

Xie Jianzun has passed away, and Lan Yin's sword spirit is in retreat.

It was another anniversary of the opening of the sect, and the sect was very lively during the day.

At night, Qiao Zongzhu was alone, with a jar of strong wine and a three-character wooden sign in his hand, and got drunk for a while.

Then he fell into the pond, looked up to the sky, and saw a bright round.

...Only, the bright moon remains the same.

After reading this section of "Three Thousand Rules", Li Pu'er and his senior brother cried with their heads in their arms.

Sovereign Qiao said: Fart!I got up at night and didn't see the way clearly and fell into it!

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If I have otitis media, I will stop for a day to see the doctor tomorrow, and I will ask for leave during the day. I am very sorry <(__)> and there will be a make-up in the future!