Pick up trash and be a good person in the world of martial arts

Xin Yi is not a noisy person, but he is not a quiet person either.

He loves to bask in the sun, make a cup of tea, and go to a dangerous place without taking anything.

It's just that he has never tried to come to Yangzhou with a sword god, sit in a teahouse and watch the scenery.

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was very calm, he said: "Drink tea."

This is a very clear cup of tea, but Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Yi both like it. They like bland tea and light meals, just like their people, they are a comfortable person.

Xin Yi said: "I like to go to the teahouse with the weakest tea."

Ximen Fuxue: "Because here is the weakest tea and the best story."

The two looked at each other, then looked up to the stage tacitly, feeling the eloquence of the storyteller.

"Everyone, have you heard of Qingbai Shuangsha?!"

"What's the point! Tell me quickly, I've only heard of black and white double evil spirits, never heard of blue and white double evil spirits."

The storyteller pretended to be mysterious, and said: "Although these blue and white evil spirits bear the evil characters, they are also first-class heroes. They overturned Shi Guanyin's lair, took the bat nest of Mr. Bat, and fought against the Xiongnu."

"!!!"

"Fighted the Huns?!"

There were exclamations one after another in the teahouse.

Xin Yi, who was wearing Tsing Yi, smiled and took a sip of tea calmly.

Ximen Chuuxue, who was dressed in white, hadn't changed his eyes or moved his eyebrows.

It was nothing special, but when these two people were among a group of very surprised tea guests, they did a most special thing.

The big man shouted: "One of you is wearing white clothes and the other is wearing green clothes. Are you here to impersonate those two blue and white heroes?"

The storyteller had already told a lot about the deeds of Qingbai Shuangsha, and they also noticed these two different people.

There are many people in this world who wear white and green clothes, but few people dress so well.

Xin Yi said lightly: "I don't understand one thing. He and I look like villains or people who don't know martial arts? Why do you think I must be a fake, although we are not blue and white."

After all, Xin Yi naturally put his hand on the black sheath sword beside the table.

However, the big man was not frightened enough to say a gentle word.

The big man raised his chin, snorted coldly, and looked at Xin Yi contemptuously. He seemed to have heard something that was impossible to hear, and showed a ferocious smile of praise and irony.

The big man said: "The ones who fought against the Huns are all our warriors, how can one warrior be two little faces."

The little white-faced Xin Yi smiled, and he elbowed Ximen Chuuxue, his bright eyes were full of smiles, and for a moment they were brighter than the sun in the sky.

"Little white face."

Xin Yi said this to Ximen Chuuxue, and he also called Ximen Chuuxue.

Xiaobailian and Ximen Chuuxue were extremely incompatible words, but Xin Yi unexpectedly found it suitable. After all, apart from the way of swordsmanship and will, Ximen Chuuxue looked too much like a young man with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Unfortunately, Sword God doesn't seem to like these three words.

A sharp and helpless gaze quickly fell on Xin Yi's hand, and then on Xin Yi's face.

"Drink tea."

The plain words made Xin Yi stop reading the joke.

Maybe not just these two words.

A sword struck towards Xin Yi like lightning.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air frightened everyone in the teahouse to hide.

However, Xin Yi didn't hide, he sat calmly, put his hands on his lap obediently, and showed a shallow smile.

"Zheng!"

It was the sound of metal clashing.

Everyone saw the man in white standing up like lightning, he just raised his sword in a normal way, and in an instant, the flying sword flew out.

The silver sword entered the stake firmly, and let out a whine.

Jianguang, which was colder than snow, even made the people in the teahouse shiver.

The teahouse is quieter than a cemetery at night.

After a long time, Xin Yi's voice sounded, and he said, "I know where you are."

He seemed to be speaking to people, but also seemed to be speaking with the air. Anyway, after a while, a woman in green clothes and a man in white clothes appeared from the darkness.

Seeing Xin Yi, he smiled suddenly: "Today, there are quite a lot of people wearing green and white clothes."

The man in white snorted coldly, and shouted: "Which thieves on the mountain dare to pretend to be our Qingbai Shuangsha."

Xin Yi doesn't know if it's Shuangsha, but he knows it's not Shuanghui.

At this moment, someone came out, and the teahouse also became lively. They seemed to have forgotten the amazing sword move, and they all started a lively discussion.

"I look at these two men, and I don't think they are blue and white, but this man and a woman are more similar."

"Yes, yes, where is there such a good-looking hero who fights against the Huns?"

"Yes, yes, it won't look so good."

The big man who had scolded Xin Yi and Ximen Chuuxue's little faces also nodded solemnly. If the two were more rough-looking, he would have believed them a little bit.

Seeing that the momentum was just right, a man and a woman said, "Don't hurry up and beg for mercy."

Xin Yi ignored the two, he glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, both of them had the same intention, they stood up and went to the door.

It's a waste of time to compare with some people and take a second look.

Xin Yi said, "Where are we going?"

Ximen Chuuxue: "Jiangnan."

Xin Yi: "Is there anything interesting here?"

Ximen Fuxue: "Yes..."

Ximen Chuuxue only said one word, but someone interrupted him.

The man in white shouted, "Where is the thief running?"

Ximen Chuuxue's expression remained unchanged, and then said to Xin Yi: "There are delicious things."

The two people who were ignored jumped their feet angrily. They shouted and attacked.

This time it was Xin Yi who stopped, and he turned back slowly and firmly, unleashing the coercion of the Juggernaut in an instant.

Even the dust seemed to be sharpened, the air seemed to freeze, no one dared to say a word, only the sound of big beads of sweat falling on the green and white ground.

"Clap! Clap!"

A man and a woman holding swords seemed to be frozen, not even daring to move their eyebrows.

Xin Yi said indifferently: "Are you raising your sword to compete with me?"

A man and a woman did not put down their swords, they let go of their hands with great backbone, not looking at the swords that fell on the ground at all.

The two almost huddled together in fright.

The woman in Tsing Yi tremblingly said: "Don't dare, dare not!"

It's a very bad thing to scare a good-looking girl. Xin Yi calmly accepted the pressure of the Juggernaut, and walked out with Ximen Chuuxue.

Xin Yi said: "Is there anything in the south of the Yangtze River that is more delicious than the hawthorn jelly made by Mr. Butler?"

Ximen Fuxue: "Yes."

The breeze swept away the fallen leaves and the two killing gods.

The big man in the teahouse finally dared to move, he stammered: "Could it be that they are the blue and white twins."

"Snapped!"

This was the sound of solid slaps, the big man slapped himself unceremoniously, and said as if waking up from a dream: "I didn't expect such a good-looking strong man to exist!"