Money can really do whatever it wants

Zangjian Villa is located on the bank of West Lake in Hangzhou. Together with the Yang family of Qiandao Lake, the Tang family of Shuzhong, and the Liu family of Heshuo, it is known as the Four Great Masters of Jianghu.

Since the Liu family retired, the Famous Sword Conference at Hidden Sword Villa has replaced the Sword Raising Conference at Badao Villa, and has become a new generation of martial arts prosperity, and Tibetan Sword Villa has become famous all over the world since then.

Every time the Famous Sword Conference is held, the Tibetan Sword Villa will sacrifice a magic weapon, and the one who wins the first place will get the magic weapon. The Famous Sword Conference has been held for four times so far, and all those who are lucky enough to get the magic weapon are from all corners of the world. A well-known master.

Although divine weapons are rare, it is already extremely lucky to be able to make their mark in the Famous Sword Conference. There is no one who has traveled the rivers and lakes who does not want to be famous in the world, especially those young people who have just graduated from the army. Leaving traces on them, each of them still has a thing called a dream hidden in their hearts.

The Famous Sword Conference is the best shortcut for them to realize their dreams.

After several conferences, the fame of the Famous Sword Conference has become more and more famous, and along with it, it has been spread all over the world, and the person who is constantly mentioned is Ye Ying, the owner of Hidden Sword Villa.

After the old owner Ye Mengqiu retired, he left the Cangjian Villa to his five sons.

Except for Ye Ying, the second owner Ye Hui manages the family business. He is exquisite in appearance and good at dancing with long sleeves. Ye Meng, the owner of the fourth villa, is kind and kind, and is the most talkative person, and is deeply loved by the disciples in the village; let alone Ye Fan, the owner of the fifth villa, is suave, handsome, and is the favorite of countless ladies and heroines in the south of the Yangtze River. Dreamer.

Compared with them, Ye Ying, the owner of the big villa, is too withdrawn. He doesn't care about the things in the village, and he doesn't see outsiders very much.

But even so, he is also the backbone of Cangjian Villa. In the year when Ye Ying took over as the owner of the villa, at the cost of blindness, he realized the Supreme Heart Sword, and used his own power to protect the safety of Cangjian.

Every disciple of Hidden Sword Villa knows that as long as there is a big villa master in charge, no one can and dare not invade Hidden Sword Villa one step.

After inquiring all the way, Qin Mo finally understood why Ximen Chuuxue came to West Lake.

For a sword idiot, there is nothing in this world that makes him more excited than meeting another master of swordsmanship.

Ye Gucheng was like this back then, and so was Xinjian Yeying.

Qin Mo stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, and the oncoming wind blew the hem of his clothes flying.

The sun had just come out, and the mist on the lake had not completely faded away, and the mist was hazy, adding an ethereal and fairy air to the mountain villa in the distance.

The blue bird fluttered onto his shoulder, rubbed its fluffy head against his neck, and said: 【I'm hungry! 】

Qin Mo: "......."

[Can I take you back to the enchantment? 】 He stroked his forehead and said so.

Qingniao's body froze, mung bean-sized eyes rolled around, and he complained: 【You don't love me anymore! 】

[Can't afford to love! 】

Even though he said this, Qin Mo still took out the steamed buns and fed them.

The weather was cold, and the steamed buns in my arms had already become cold and hard, and the taste was really not very good. Fortunately, the boatman boiled hot water and provided it to the guests for free.

Qin Mo took a sip of steamed buns and a sip of water, feeding him very seriously, and his movements were even more skillful, obviously he was used to it.

The boatman looked at it and said with a smile, "You are such a lively bird."

"Isn't that right!" Qin Mo pursed his lips, "I don't eat as much as he does in a day. It's too difficult to raise. When he gets fatter, I'll kill him and eat him."

"That's impossible." The boatman joked: "And I don't think you can bear it."

"There's nothing I can do if I can't bear it, it's so delicious, he will eat up all my possessions."

The boatman looked at the blue bird with amazed eyes, and said: "I really can't see it with such a small body! What kind of breed is this? It eats so much?"

Qin Mo smiled and said without hiding anything: "Qingluan."

The boatman was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Guests, don't try to fool me. Although I haven't read the book, I have heard of Qingluan's name. It is auspicious, a legendary beast."

Qin Mo secretly sighed, some things are just like this, when you tell lies, others listen seriously, but when you tell the truth, they think you are joking.

After eating the last mouthful of steamed buns, the bird in question turned around with a snort, leaving only its butt facing Qin Mo.

He endured it, endured it again, and finally couldn't hold it back. He stretched out his sinful finger, aimed at the round buttock and poked it. The furry body fell forward and rolled in a circle. just stopped.

Blue Bird turned around and took a bite towards his finger.

Qin Mo hissed, ignoring his bitten fingers, he held down his bouncing body three times, and then rubbed him until his hair was messed up, and then he poked him His head snorted coldly: "Fatty Fat Qing who turned his face after eating, let me tell you, you don't have lunch!"

The suppressed body stiffened for a moment, then he raised his head and let out a very arrogant chirp.

Anyway, they are steamed buns, so he doesn't care about them.

The blue bird, who is not rare, completely forgot who it was that was eating the steamed buns just now.

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After Qin Mo got off the boat, his feet finally stood on the ground.

The sun gradually rose, and the sun spread down, and the thin layer of snow on the eaves quickly melted, turning into water droplets and falling down.

Qin Mo looked over the wall and looked inside, where green tiles rolled up and down, and pavilions and pavilions were faintly visible. He suddenly remembered the things about Hidden Sword Villa that had been circulated along the way.

The well-known Tibetan Sword Villa has three things worthy of praise, one is the sword, the other is the people, and the third is the money.

Hidden Sword Villa is as rich as a country, but he doesn't care about swords and people. What makes Qin Mo's heart is money, especially now that he is so poor.

According to the version I heard on the road, as long as you can marry or marry any ordinary disciple of Cangjian Villa, at least you don’t have to worry about a house in Hangzhou, a place with extremely high land prices, and you can save at least 30 years of struggle.

With such favorable conditions, let alone a man from an ordinary family, even Qin Mo was very moved when he heard it.

He sighed for his own depravity, and always felt that he had a tendency to develop into a little boy, but he didn't know if his face could hold his own. Before the age of 20, he was quite confident, after all, at that time He is still very tender, but now, when he touches his face, the feel is not very good, it is a bit rough, and it is still very painful in the end of three years.

Just as Qin Mo was thinking about this in a mess, two figures, one white and one yellow, walked towards him.

As they got closer, he finally saw their faces clearly.

The white-haired man in yellow is blind and has an elegant face, while the man in white—

Qin Mo looked at the familiar face and asked in surprise, "Have you realized it?"

Ximen Fuxue, who has fully recovered her adult figure, nodded and said: "I was already on the verge of the duel with Ye Gucheng, and this time I can break through smoothly thanks to Ye Ying."

"You and I are just discussing the Dao with the sword, just chatting a few words." Ye Ying said: "You can break through because of your accumulation in the past, plus the time is up. Ximen has extraordinary insights on the Dao of the Sword, and I have also benefited a lot."

Ximen Chuuxue turned his head to look at him. Although Ye Ying couldn't see him, he knew that the other party was looking at him, and they smiled at each other.

Qin Mo: "......"

Something is wrong, did the friendship between you swordsmen come so quickly?Or did he inadvertently miss a hundred episodes? !

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It’s a bit short, I got up in the middle of the night to write, after taking a shower last night, I felt dizzy, nauseated, and had diarrhea, and I ran to the toilet five times in one night, it was too uncomfortable TAT~