At the beginning, I have hundreds of millions of full-level accounts

"Your cooking skills are very good." Ye Qing smiled, "If you don't have a place to go, you might as well go on a trip with me."

"Okay." Dong said.

The eyes of the two collided briefly.

At that moment, Ye Qing knew Dong's Dugu.

Dong also understood Ye Qing's loneliness.

After a long journey, after a brief pause, he set off again.

Chapter 765

For a truly eternal life, time is not very valuable, after Ye Qing paused for about 100 years, he came to a world hidden by a lifeless old mother.

A decaying, dying world.

Zhejiang Jinhua.

A young scholar is on his way.

The scholar is very young and poor.

A fairly handsome face reveals poverty.

In the time of peace and prosperity, those who were not selected for the exam were poor scholars.What's more, when the world is gradually turbulent, the livelihood of all living beings is very difficult.

The poor scholar traveled through mountains and rivers, and his pair of sturdy coarse cloth shoes were worn out, revealing red and swollen toes.

On this day, the poor scholar was finally approaching his destination, Guobei County.

Guobei County is not a remote village in the true sense, but compared with Jinhua City, it is still a bit remote.

Near the county seat of Guobei County, there are also luxuriant grass and desolation, occasionally there are traces of ruined walls, which are abandoned mountain villages.It seems that the land is good, but people don't know what kind of changes have happened, so they have to abandon their homeland and leave here.

The sky is gloomy, and the poor scholar who has many days of experience in eating and sleeping in the wind knows that the heavy rain will come at any time.

He quickened his pace.

He had to find a place to shelter from the rain.

No one wants to be drenched in the downpour, and poor scholars naturally don't want to either.

However, things don't always go as planned.

The rain still fell.

The heavy rain poured down, and it came in the blink of an eye.

The whistling north wind blew the bean-sized raindrops into rolled-up bead curtains.

The poor scholar lifted his suitcase above his head to avoid the rain.

This has little effect.The icy cold rain still flows down the poor scholar's hair, through the poor scholar's neck, and into the poor scholar's body.

The poor scholar ran wildly, he urgently needed to find a place where he could shelter from the rain.

The ground was getting muddy, the stones on the road were messy, and the poor scholar almost tripped over several times.

Finally, when the poor scholar was drenched all over, he saw a dilapidated small pavilion in front of him.Although the small pavilion was dilapidated, and the tiles on the top of the pavilion had grown weeds and moss, it did not leak, and it was a good place to shelter from the rain.

The poor scholar strode into the pavilion. He wrung out his drenched clothes, but his hands were not dryers. Although he tried his best to wring the clothes dry, the clothes were still wet.

Poor scholars are really poor, so poor that they don’t have a second change of clothes.

He could only curl up in the dilapidated pavilion with his wet clothes on, shivering.

Like a young stray cat, pitiful and helpless.

At this time, the poor scholar heard the voice of the dispute.

A tall, murderous-looking black-clothed swordsman was having a dispute with a group of tycoons.

The result of the dispute is swords.

People always use what they are most familiar with to fight against others.

Scholars' disputes will develop into pen battles.

Swordsmen and swordsmen are naturally the blood of swords and swords.

So the poor scholar saw the shadow of the sword.

......

Xiahou swordsman is killing people.

Xiahou swordsman doesn't really like killing people, but killing people is his life.

These days, if you want to be rich, you have to kill people.

He also saw the poor scholar in the pavilion.

He knew that the poor scholar did not dare to kill anyone.

So poor scholars are just poor scholars.

And he dared to kill.

And not one or two people, but many, many people.

The sword slashed ghosts and gods, and the corpses piled up like mountains.

So he is Xiahou swordsman.

Xiahou swordsman who is famous all over the world.

Xiahou swordsman killed a person with a single strike.

Simply, neatly.

No bells and whistles.

Although he is impetuous, his sword is very fast.

With the sword light flying horizontally and vertically, his opponents were all dead.

It seems that inadvertently, the blood he killed splashed on the body of the poor scholar.

The poor scholar trembled with fear.

Xiahou swordsman just smiled.

Then Xiahou swordsman skillfully touched the silver from the dead man.

Xiahou swordsman entered the pavilion.

Although he is one of the best swordsmen in the world, he still needs shelter from the rain.

The poor scholar hid in a corner in fright, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Swordsman Xiahou felt a little ridiculous.

Although he killed people, he would not kill a poor scholar for no reason.

Just a poor character is not worth killing.

The scholar also represents that humans and animals are harmless, not threatening, and not worth killing.

Therefore Xiahou swordsman did not kill.

The scholar was hungry and began to eat steamed buns.

Xiahou swordsman also started to eat steamed buns.

Scholar's steamed buns are harder than Xiahou swordsman's steamed buns.

Xiahou swordsman's steamed buns are whiter than those of scholars.

In fact, if he didn't know that this poor scholar would not be able to "chew iron magic skill", the Xiahou swordsman would have almost thought that the scholar was chewing on rocks.

Seeing the scholar almost snapped his teeth.

Xiahou swordsman couldn't see it anymore.

"Here you are!" Xiahou swordsman threw a steamed bun to the scholar.

"Thank you." The scholar took the steamed bun carefully, gave Xiahou Swordsman a grateful look, and then ate the steamed bun with big mouthfuls.

He was really hungry.

When it rains, in order to resist the cold, the body's calories will be consumed rapidly. At this time, if you are full before, it will be fine.If you have not eaten before, the body will have obvious hunger.No one can avoid this.

Although Xiahou swordsman has peerless martial arts, he still cannot avoid this.

In the bleak wind and rain in Guobei County, a peerless swordsman and a poor scholar sheltered from the rain together. It seemed destined, but this was just an occasional coincidence in the boundless world.After the rain, the sky cleared, and they still went their separate ways.

......

An umbrella appears.

This is an oiled paper umbrella full of classic charm.

There are beautiful decorations on the yellow oil-paper umbrella.

The umbrella is huge.

Under the umbrella are two people.

A boy in white.

A maidservant in Tsing Yi.

The young man in white is handsome and handsome, as if he is not a human being, but a fairy in the sky.

The maidservant in Tsing Yi also has stunning beauty.

The beauty of the prosperous age is nothing more than that.

The maid held an umbrella for the boy in white.

Not a single drop of rain fell on the two of them.

Xiahou swordsman's eyes froze.

He looked at the feet of the two people, his expression became serious.

Both the young man and the maidservant have stepped on the ground without a trace and are not stained with dust.

Their walking is on the air.

Therefore, there is no mud on their bodies.

Such a shocking lightness skill is really amazing.

"Young Master Ye, there is a pavilion in front of you," said the maid.

"Let's rest there for a while." That Young Master Ye said.

"No." The maid said.

While talking, the two entered the pavilion.

The Xiahou swordsman and the poor scholar had different reactions.

Xiahou swordsman is vigilant and defensive.

Poor scholars are envious and ashamed.

"The swordsman, how far is it from Lanruo Temple?" Mr. Ye asked Xiahou swordsman.

"What is there...to Lanruo Temple? Are you going to Lanruo Temple?" Xiahou Swordsman suddenly realized and stared at the white-clothed boy, "Who are you? What are your plans?"

The young man in white smiled softly: "I am Ye Qing, Ye Qing's Ye, Ye Qing's Qing."

Chapter 766