The solemn and serious history of cannon fodder struggle

Great release country.

It is the time when the oriole crows in the early morning when it is slightly cold in March.

A group of people gathered under the willow tree, chatting about something.Not far away is the lake, and it looks like someone has drowned.

Sitting against the trunk of the willow tree was a man in white, with long black hair that was slightly disheveled, and water droplets fell from the lower end of the hanging hair, soaking his clothes.

He raised his hand, the cuffs were tightened, his fingers were white, as if they were glowing with jade light, everyone saw his face clearly, and sighed secretly about his good looks!

With a fair complexion, black eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and pale thin lips, he waved away the hands of the person squatting beside him who wanted to help him up, picked up the long sword at his feet, and walked away with his lips pursed.

This person is Xiao A.

[Self-proclaimed Cold Water Swordsman, a third-rate master.The protagonist Shi Lesheng. 】

It's a pity that I have the long sword in my hand now, and I don't know how to use it.Seeing the long sword, Xiao A recalled the scene from last night.

At that time, when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a small boat. The lake surface was shrouded in cold air, hazy and desolate, the sky was dark clouds, and thunder was looming beside the clouds. , the sky thunder and lightning tore through the clouds, and came straight to the long sword in his hand.

then……

He must have been stunned by the electric shock and fell off the boat.

Fortunately, I was lucky, otherwise, I would have been killed by the original owner, the idiot who raised the sword under the thunder!

Little A had a headache, and he didn't know how long he had walked with his head buried. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had reached a secluded place, and there were a few people talking not far away.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, little A gritted his teeth, angry in his heart, looked up and saw a low house with fallen leaves on the black tiles, he walked over quickly, raised his arm and threw the sword away.

You lie on it gloriously for me!

"Ow—"

Ah, hurt someone?Where did it come from?

A person who came out of nowhere was just stabbed by the long sword. He was masked in black and didn't look like a good person. The long sword pierced his shoulder. He lowered his head suddenly and stared at little A fiercely.

"Shoot in secret, despicable villain! I'm not done with you!"

After speaking, he reluctantly pulled out the sword and threw it at Xiao A. The long sword fell into the ground and stuck to the toe of his shoe, the blade was still shaking.

"Catch the thief! Catch the thief!"

Not far away, there was the sound of horseshoes, gongs and drums, and shouts again and again.The man looked back, stepped on the tiles and flew away easily.

"My name is Qianchen Ming, please remember it for me!"

"..." It seems that this person is a thief, but why is he flying away from the tiled roof? Isn't it very eye-catching?

"If you catch the thief, chop him up!" A large group of people rushed over and ran past on horseback.

Xiao A bent down to hold the long sword, and shouted at the group of people who were leaving from Juechen: "The thief is called Qianchen's life!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran away.

"By the way, the culprit is Qianchen Ming—huh? Who said Qianchen Ming?"

"whatever!"

"Qian Chenming seems to be a martial artist?"

"It's no wonder that the martial arts are not from the martial arts. They have always had trouble with our court!"

"Order to arrest Qian Chenming!"

"Arrest Qian Chenming!"

Silly, didn't expect it to work.Little A hid in the corner and laughed secretly when he heard the voice.

That idiot little thief, I think you won't live long enough to settle accounts with me.

"This chivalrous man, can you do me a favor?" Asked in a gentle voice, Little A turned his head, and a gentle and elegant scholar in green shirt looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Me?" Xiao A pointed at herself in surprise.

The scholar lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and gave a slightly uneasy smile.

"What's the matter?" Xiao A wanted to help others, so she might as well ask.The scholar looked up, looked at him gratefully and said, "Can you take me to Prince Yu's Mansion?"

It turned out to be asking for directions.

Little A immediately refused, "No, I don't know the way either."

The scholar's expression darkened, looking rather distressed.Little A was speechless, pointing to a group of people not far away and said, "Just ask again."

"This..." The scholar looked scared and shy.

"Why don't we--" Before Xiao A finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and reflexively inserted the long sword backwards.With a puff, he felt stabbed by something. Little A looked back, and saw a savage man holding a wooden stick in his hand and holding it high, as if he wanted to plot against him?

The long sword hit his heart.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Little A jumped forward and drew out his long sword.

"puff--"

The reckless man vomited blood from his mouth, spewed blood from his chest and fell to the ground, dying with regret.

"I'm in self-defense, hey, you give me a... witness..." Little A turned his head and saw no one.

Ran?

"Master Mu, Master Mu, what's the matter?" In a dark corner, the group of people pointed by little A just now asked the gentle and refined scholar.

The scholar just ran too fast and was panting.He sighed, pulled out the paper fan on the back of his neck, and opened it with a swipe.

Holding his breath, he opened his mouth slowly.

"That man's martial arts skills are extremely high, and the rest of us may not be able to defeat him."

"We can ask the hidden guard for help!" Someone suggested.

The curtain master shook his head, "There is no need for the hidden guards to take action, is it to let King Yu know that we are not doing well?"

"But that man is very good-looking, King Yu may not necessarily blame us, maybe he will reward us."

Wang Yu likes men, and there are countless beauties in the mansion, but he is not satisfied. What about the beauty of that man just now... The curtain master frowned, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"That's enough. Even so, it's not our credit. Do you dare to compete with the hidden guard for rewards?"

Hearing what he said, these people settled down.

King Yu's secret guards are not many in number, but none of them can be provoked.

Little A looked around, it was very quiet here, the group of people and the scholar just now were gone, he thought for a while, and quickly dragged the big man by the leg to the dark place.

Little A let go and squatted down, and began to dig out the dead man's pocket.

Just kidding, when he woke up, he had already touched himself once.Nothing but the broken sword!It's not that he has never been to the ancient world, which world is he thinking of?the third one...

Money matters!

This man only had a small cloth bag around his waist, and it was heavy in his hand.Satisfied, Little A got up and left gracefully.

Since no one cared, he didn't have to collect his body.

He has read martial arts novels, and he also has a heroic dream of traveling all over the world in his heart. This time, he will use the body of this third-rate master to have fun.

Um?Senior's task... Senior shouldn't blame me, right?Towards evening, he knocked on the door of a house.

he's lost.

The one who opened the door was an old woman with frosty hair and a face with deep wrinkles, but a kind face. She was dressed in shabby blue-gray clothes and leaned on a cane.

She glanced up and down, with a kind smile on her face.

"stay?"

"Yes." Xiao A always felt that this person was not simple, so she replied in a low voice, looking at her expectantly.

"Twelve taels of silver."

Suddenly, the old man's eyes sparkled and he stretched out his palm.

"...I don't know if there are any taels here." Little A took out the small cloth bag, his eyes blurred, the old man had already taken the cloth bag, tore it open, his eyes rounded, he grinned kindly, and quickly closed the cloth bag, "Exactly twelve."

Grandma, you're outright stealing.Little A twitched the corner of his mouth.