The Old Lady is Not Cute, Super Fierce

The shopkeeper carefully looked at the man in black, and carefully recalled the description about Kuaijian Yansan in his memory, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this man was Kuaijian Yansan.

Kuaijian Yansan, a swordsman, a killer, five hundred layers of body forging, once faced the three ghosts of Jiangcheng who were also five hundred layers of body forging, seven tricks made these three brothers become real ghosts.

What was even more frightening was that when facing a new generation of swordsmanship geniuses from the Four Swords Sect who was one stage higher than himself and had already reached the stage of nourishing Qi, he entered the sword competition coldly, and unexpectedly killed him in three moves, and then walked away.

The master of the Four Swords Sect, Shen An, a master of swordsmanship known as the Sword Master, even bluntly said that Yan San's swordsmanship is invincible in the same situation, and he is the most talented swordsman. Step into the realm of open sky.

That is a strong man in the realm of turning lotus who can break mountains with a single sword, and one step further is the flow of immortals. As soon as these words came out, Yan San became famous all over the world.

But this Yan San only accepts money except for the sword. As long as the money is enough, no matter who he is, he will kill anyone, including his master. up.

Now that several years have passed, he must have improved a lot in cultivation, and there is no problem in stepping into the Qi Cultivation Realm.

Kuai Jianyan held the wine glass in three hands, holding it very steadily, the wine did not shake at all.

"Am I Yan San? Does it have anything to do with you?"

The owner of that tender voice laughed again: "Of course it has something to do with it, because if you are Yan San, then you will die here right now."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and with the word "death", everyone felt the terrible killing intent condensed on Yan San's body.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the person who threatened that Yan San would die, wanting to see who was so courageous.

But I saw that it was a young man wearing a white brocade suit. He looked about fourteen or five years old. He was young, his skin was fair and tender, and he looked very kind. He had long black hair tied casually behind him, and a pair of black eyes. To fill the sky with stars.

The young man also held a long sword in his hand, which was ordinary, the kind that could be bought at any blacksmith shop on the street, and a gourd was hung on his waist, and he didn't know whether it contained water or wine.

Killing intent enveloped the young man, Yan San's voice became hoarse: "Why?"

"Because I want to kill Yan San, if you are, then you will be killed by me."

As if he was stating a very normal and common thing, the young man smiled calmly and elegantly, showing no killing intent.

Yan San turned his head and looked over, a young man who was only about [-] layers of body forging, but even if the other party was young, even if the other party was a genius, he didn't intend to hold back, because cherishing talent was never something he would consider things.

"What's your name?" Yan San gently caressed the hilt of the sword with his hand: "I, Yan San, will not kill the unknown."

The young man smiled even more happily, showing his white teeth: "Lu Xiaoqi, the road facing south from the main road, is a small and exquisite little one, a patchwork Qi."

"Lu Xiaoqi? Very good!"

With a sound of good, Yan San immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, and was about to let the opponent die under the sword in an instant.

With a soft moan, everyone only saw a flash of cold light in Yan San's hand, but they couldn't even see the blade of the sword clearly, and were horrified in their hearts. This Yan San's swordsmanship was indeed extremely fast.

But the next moment, Yan San's hand stopped in mid-air, and he stared at the front, his eyes full of disbelief.

Afterwards, he fell down, and his back fell heavily on the ground, making a dull sound, and the hand holding the sword also fell aside, but he still held it so tightly, as if he was unwilling to let go.

What's going on here?

Why did Yan San fall down?

Everyone who was still immersed in Yan San's swift sword strike didn't know what was going on. Why did Yan San make a move and fell down by himself?

At this moment, a soft noise attracted everyone's attention.

That came from the scabbard in Lu Xiaoqi's hand, the sound of the blade returning to the sheath.

At some point, Lu Xiaoqi's white hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

How can this be?

Kuaijian Yansan is famous for his speed. Just now they only saw a gleam of cold light, and they couldn't even see the blade clearly. Such a frightening speed not only didn't hurt the boy named Lu Xiaoqi, but even made him kill him .

Most importantly, no one saw this young man who called himself Lu Xiaoqi draw his sword!

It's not that I can't see clearly, but I didn't see it at all!

Time seemed to stop at this moment, no one dared to move around, and even breathed cautiously. After a few snaps of fingers, a red thread appeared in Yan San's throat, and traces of blood slowly flowed from it. It flowed out, and then became more and more urgent, jetting out.

It was as if the skin had just come back to its senses now and found that it had been cut open.

Glancing at the dead Yan San, Lu Xiaoqi took off the gourd from his waist and put it on the table, and said with a smile: "The store, fill it with wine, and ask for Baizhangqing, don't mix it with water, pork head meat and stewed tofu come separately. One catty, cut it finer, and I will take it home to eat."

With Lu Xiaoqi's movements, time seemed to flow again.

A group of people got up quickly and walked outside cautiously, not daring to stay here any longer, as if they were afraid of being involved.

And the store owner whose business was interrupted was also full of apologetic smiles at the moment, not daring to say anything more, and quickly shouted: "Okay, okay, wait a moment, young man, I will prepare this for you!"

As he said that, he grabbed the gourd and walked towards the inside, but he walked too hastily and almost fell down. After he stabilized his figure, he still refused to slow down, but he didn't dare to neglect at all.

This young man killed Yan San without blinking an eye, with a smile on his face. He killed Yan San with a single strike, and he couldn't see clearly how the sword came out.

At this time, the swordsman who called himself Lu Xiaoqi, but was actually Shen Mengyan was analyzing the problem with his sword move just now.

What this Jieqing dark-handed fast sword pays attention to is that it can't send out the edge, it can't receive the blood, and it can cut a person's neck without falling off the head. There is a problem, which leads to being discovered. Sure enough, the martial arts of the sixth rank is not so easy to practice well.

This is also natural, my current swordsmanship can only be cultivated to the seventh level, and this guy has a cultivation base in the middle of Qi Cultivation. I suppress my own cultivation base and rely solely on exquisite moves to kill the enemy. Waiting for the results, it can be regarded as a pass, and it can even be said to have greatly exceeded the pass line, at least it must be [-]%.

But the me just now must be super handsome, I'm afraid I can compare to Ximen Chuuxue.

Not wanting to continue to worry about her proficiency in sword moves, Shen Mengyan bent down, picked up the black sword, and looked at it casually.

The black iron long sword, Mr. Heijian's saber, has been taken by Yan San since he killed Mr. Heijian, and it has been several years since then.

Now this sword fell into Shen Mengyan's hand.

Picking up the sword, he randomly searched his body. Yan San is indeed a killer, he has very little on his body, a sword, about ten taels of broken silver, some dry food, fire pockets, and wound medicine Except, the rest is nothing.

As if she had heard something, Shen Mengyan immediately stood up with a huff, her hands folded in front of her chest, she turned her head slightly, the smile on her face was still elegant.

Just in time, the shopkeeper came out from behind, holding cooked food wrapped in vegetable leaves and a gourd filled with wine.

Seeing the boy who was looking at him with his head tilted, the shopkeeper respectfully handed over the things in his hand and smiled all over his face: "Young man, the pork head meat and stewed tofu you ordered have been wrapped for you, and the wine is ready for you." It’s full for you, so take it.”

"how much is it?"

Seeing that Shen Mengyan asked about the price, the shopkeeper didn't really believe that the other party would give it, but he still replied: "Pork head meat is 38 Wen, stewed tofu is 140 Wen, this Baizhang green is [-] Wen per liter, a total of [-] Wen .”

With a chuckle, she put the money on the table, and Shen Mengyan carried her things and left in an extremely chic manner.

Looking at the amount of money on the table, the shopkeeper fell into deep thought.

I thought it would be a little more generous, the feeling person asked the price, just to give it just right, but this young man's swordsmanship is also terrifyingly fast, I don't know what the ending will be like when he meets the legendary sword to seal the throat .

At this time, Shen Mengyan was walking towards the town of Huaixi Town with her food and black sword in hand.

Ever since she saw Xiao Qianjue agreed to go to Xuanxianmen with Zhu Yao on the boat a few months ago, Shen Mengyan was sure that Xiao Qianjue was most likely not the protagonist of the waste wood and divorce.

After that, she took a boat all the way, which was quite safe, and she came to Shenwu Kingdom in Qizhou, and then here, she found a job that was quite suitable for her.

A career that is suitable for making money, practicing martial arts, and gathering information is completely tailor-made for her.

Hurry up!

Chapter 5 Promotion and salary increase

There are not many people in Huaixi Town, only about a few thousand people, and more people are scattered in the surrounding villages.

People come and go in the town, full of human fireworks.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, and Shen Mengyan knew that it was the plum blossoms in the Plum Blossom Garden.

Taking the food I bought, I came to a shop in an alley. The shop looked a bit dilapidated, and there was a sign at the door that said "a pawn shop".

It is said to be a pawnshop, but it is actually the docking organization to which the six gates of Shenwu Kingdom belong.

"Sure enough, after I chose a title, it sounds a lot better. It's so handsome to seal my throat with a sword, rather than a black bamboo pole. Fortunately, I and Cai Tutou came up with this title, otherwise I don't know what they will give me. Weird nickname."

Shen Mengyan shook her head and walked in directly.

There was no one in the store, and the things in the back were all rotten (lan) goods, which made people wonder how the store survived.

The shopkeeper leaned against the counter with his eyes half-closed, as if he had already wandered in a dreamland.

Following Shen Mengyan's entry, although the shopkeeper didn't make any movements, Shen Mengyan could clearly see the other party's ears moving slightly, and it was obvious that she had already noticed that she had come in.

Ma Liu, the person from Six Doors, the person in charge of Huaixi Town.

Putting the black iron long sword in her hand on the cabinet, Shen Mengyan smiled and said, "Boss, look at the goods."

Opening his half-closed eyes, Ma Liu looked at the black iron long sword on the table, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh, isn't this the black iron long sword? It was originally Mr. Heijian's saber, but it was taken away by his apprentice, Kuaijian Yansan. It seems that Yansan died in your hands."

As soon as he said that, he was about to touch the black iron long sword. The whole person looked extremely hungry, like a man who hadn't seen a woman for several years suddenly saw a naked woman, but he still hadn't touched the black iron sword. The long sword was taken away from his eyes by a hand.

Ma Liu is a man who loves swords.

Just like most people love money, wine, and beautiful women, this is Ma Liu's hobby.

Shen Mengyan just held the sword like this, looked at Ma Liu with a smile on her face, and didn't speak.

Ma Liu snorted: "Don't take it, don't take it, black bamboo pole, the weapon that I like to collect targets the most, we all understand this habit."

With a flash of coldness, the long sword had already been placed on the shopkeeper's neck. Feeling the chill coming from the sharp blade, Ma Liu found that the smile on Shen Mengyan's face was still there, but her voice was extremely cold: "Heizhugan, I don't like this name."

Ma Liu also has a hobby, like giving people nicknames.

"Lu Xiaoqi, Lu Shaoxia! Calm down." Ma Liu said hastily, seemingly backing away, but actually there was no fear or fear in the smiling eyes.

He is sure to survive, and even fight back.

A cold light flashed in front of her eyes again, the sword had been retracted into its sheath, Shen Mengyan said.

"Accounting."

Ma Liu quickly took out a booklet for registration, and then took out 70 taels of silver and put it on the cabinet. After confirming that Shen Mengyan had seen it clearly, he put it away in a bundle.

After storing it, Ma Liu said with a smile: "The burden is worth two pennies, please pay for it."

Seeing that a piece of fabric that cost less than one penny was sold for two pennies, Shen Mengyan couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Shit, although I already know it, but I still have to say, this guy has fallen into Qian's eyes!

He took out two coins and put them on the cabinet. Shen Mengyan took the bag and was about to leave. Ma Liu hurriedly shouted: "Young Master Lu, do you really not consider exchanging the black iron long sword for money? This black iron long sword If the sword is changed, it is worth 50 taels of silver!"

Shen Mengyan didn't speak, but the figure walked even faster, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ma Liu let out a hey: "A sword to seal the throat is worthy of a swordsman who killed thirteen bandits in an instant with a black bamboo pole. It was really fast. Catcher Cai really found a good tool, but it's just stingy. Now I don’t want to change to a better weapon, but still hold that rusty sword.”

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes again and dozed off.

While dozing off, he muttered: "Obviously the title of Heizhugan is very suitable, but it just doesn't need it, alas."