Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

In the midst of falling flowers, Dao Scaryan suddenly opened his right eye wide, dodged backwards, raised the long knife to block Mu Bai's sword tip.

"Keng——" the weapons collided violently, sparks almost burst out.

Mu Bai's practice of martial arts is not a brute force route. At this time, his body is still weak, and when he collided with the scarred eye with deep inner strength, he took a half step back, flipped his wrist, and held the sword behind his back.

The long knife came with a strong wind, he swung back, and retreated three steps.

Although the people who were sticking to the corner of the wall saw Luo Hua, they believed that this young man in white was really a snow-walker, so they all sweated for him at this moment.

On the first floor of the entire inn, only Su Mo didn't move a single step, sitting in the middle of the empty hall and continuing to eat without raising his eyes.

The scarred eye is powerful, but it is not much higher than the yellow-browed monster back then, and Mu Bai is extremely talented, never slacking off in his practice, and was able to narrowly beat Luo Wangchuan with his skills in Jialan. He was not worried about the possibility of falling into the hands of the villain.

Mu Bailian retreated to the corner of the post station, walked up to the beam in two steps against the wall, and jumped down with one turn.

He tapped the back of the chasing long knife with his toes, pressed lightly, and jumped up and landed behind him.

The snow-white robe was raised with the movement of turning around, and when it fell back, the Tianyu Liufang sword was already lying on the back of Scarred's neck.

The sword's edge cut through the skin, oozing blood.

"..."

With a movement of Scaryan's arm, the sword edge on his neck penetrated half a point, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't move, my sword doesn't have eyes." Mu Bai said softly.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and brushed off a fallen flower on his shoulder.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Senior attacked my friend first, but asked me what I wanted to do." Mu Bai glanced at the scattered pieces of wood in the post station, and said softly, "We are just resting here for a meal, and we don't intend to cause trouble. Pay the shop owner the money for the broken tables and chairs, and treat my three friends to a table of food, and this matter will be over, how about it?"

Scaryan clenched his teeth, seemingly still not convinced, but with a slight movement, the sword edge cut into the skin, almost severing the fragile blood vessels in the neck.

He was silent for two breaths, exhaled heavily, and said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he took out a money bag and threw it on the counter, making a muffled "boom".

Kong Yan had already dragged his two juniors to the door, seeing this situation, he didn't react for a while.

Dao Scar caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye, and said angrily, "You three bald donkeys! What are you doing in a daze? Order food."

"oh oh."

The three monks pulled out the shopkeeper who was hiding under the table.

Mu Bai said: "Shopkeeper, take a look at the money for the broken tables and chairs, deduct it together with the food money."

"Okay, okay." The shopkeeper carefully glanced at Scar's eye, and was so frightened by his stare that his hands trembled, and the purse fell to the ground, "Young man, young man... I really dare not take this money."

"Take it, it's okay." Mu Bai turned to Scarred Eyes, and said coldly, "Your name is on the reward in Yushu Villa, you should know. I don't want to make trouble at the post station, but if you dare to trouble them again in the future, I will Then take your head to exchange for rewards."

Scar Eye was shocked.He has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years and has made many enemies, but those who want to kill him either cannot afford it or are unwilling to pay too high a price.

The reward is not directly proportional to the risk. Naturally, no one is willing to accept the reward to kill him. If he does not have the strength to accept it, he will die.

But according to his superficial understanding, Taxue doesn't seem to care about the amount of rewards, and only picks on the wicked.

This young man in white didn't use any fancy sword moves just now, but during the fight, Scarred Eyes was able to confirm that this person's martial arts were superior to his own.When he said that he was treading snow, he was probably not lying.

Scar Eye had no choice but to swallow his anger, and said submissively, "I won't trouble them again."

The shopkeeper trembled as he opened the purse, his eyes still glancing over.

Scarred eye was annoyed by his staring, and he poked his neck and said, "You go to the Jianghu to inquire about it. I am not a good person, but I have never said anything back."

After the shopkeeper counted the amount and returned the purse, Mu Bai moved the sword away.

He took out his handkerchief and gently wiped off the blood on the blade, and put it back into the scabbard.

Xiao Er came up to clean up the mess, the guests in the inn were afraid of scars, and did not dare to applaud loudly, they just kept their voices down and whispered to each other.

Scarred felt ashamed, put the deflated purse into his arms, and when he passed by Sora Yan, he slashed him with a knife, but that was all.

Mu Bai shielded the gazes from around him, sat back beside Su Mo, picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

Su Mo poured a bowl of tea and put it in front of him, and said softly with a smile, "Young Hero Treading Snow has worked hard."

Mu Bai pretended not to hear other people's comments, but Su Mo's words made him feel embarrassed, took a sip of tea, and whispered: "Good brother, don't tease me."

Not long after, Xiaoer cleaned up the vegetable dregs and sawdust, and moved a new spare table to set it on.

When the dishes ordered by the monks were brought to the table, Mu Bai and Su Mo were already full, so they moved the leftover half roast suckling pig to the next table.

Sorahiko looked at the delicious food on the table, felt very sinful, coughed, put his palms together and said: "Amitabha——"

Kong Yuan stretched his chopsticks towards the roast suckling pig, and said: "Brother, don't repent, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha will keep it in his heart, eat it quickly."

"Thank you young hero Treading Xue for your generous help and seeking justice for us. Since the scoundrel paid for this dish, the poor monk can't waste the goodwill of the young hero. Let's make an exception and serve meat today."

Kong Yan stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of roast suckling pig skin, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully, nodded and said: "It's really delicious."

Mu Bai said: "Then you guys eat more, I'll go upstairs first."

"Okay, the young knight on the snow should have a good rest."

Mu Bai and Su Mo shared a room.

Going upstairs and back to the room, after closing the door, Mu Bai smiled lightly and said, "I don't want to serve meat, and I didn't order any vegetarian dishes. Being a monk is really not easy."

Su Mo took off his coat: "At the beginning you still wanted me to go to Konggu Temple to learn from a teacher."

"Is there?" Mu Bai was at a loss for a moment, and then remembered, "Oh - when you were in the Prime Minister's Mansion? Who made you have so much hair, it makes me itchy all over."

Su Mo smiled and said, "Then you want me to worship in Konggu Temple and shave like them?"

Mu Bai stared at him, imagined it in his mind, and immediately shook his head: "No."

With Su Mo's facial features, shaved is also good-looking, but it is definitely not as good as his temperament with long hair.

Su Mo continued: "Konggu Temple still has to abstain from sex and lust..."

Without even thinking about it, Mu Bai said, "That's even worse."

"What?" Su Mo raised his hand and brushed his black hair behind his back, turning his head to look over.

After this man took off his coat, the thin black skirt inside was never tightly seamed, and some lines would always be exposed to attract people's imagination.

Mu Bai turned his eyes away, shook his head, and took off his coat himself.

He rolled onto the bed, then lay down straight and face down, not wanting to move.

Yesterday when he fought against the girl in red, Mu Bai originally suffered from back pain, and he had to endure it so that his opponent would not see his flaws, and then he was poisoned.

Although he has detoxified with the luck formula and pharmacological knowledge he learned in Qinglian Valley, his body is still weak and needs to be carefully recuperated.

I was thinking of taking a good rest after going back, so I stopped at the Baihe Station on the way, and started fighting again.

He glanced at Su Mo and lowered his eyes: "My good brother, my back hurts."

"...Back pain?" Su Mo also got on the bed, sat on the side, lifted the clothes on his lower back, and pressed lightly "Here?"

"Yeah." Mu Bai turned his hands behind his back and pressed blindly on his waist, "And here, here...everywhere hurts."

Su Mo looked at him and laughed, "You're pretty good at fighting. I almost thought you were fine."

"How is it possible? I'm not made of iron."

"Then you are still brave."

"Didn't I see that Kong Yan and the others were being bullied..." Mu Bai pulled a pillow to rest his chin, and said, "A good brother always has nothing to do with himself, so who will come out if I don't come out?"

Su Mo stopped talking.

Unless Mu Bai asked, otherwise he would not help in that situation.

Mu Bai turned his face: "Let me just say, I didn't blame you."

"I know." Su Mo held his lower back, "I'll rub it for you."

There is no trace of fat on the waist of martial arts practitioners, and the thumb touches the depression in the middle, and the thin bones can be vaguely touched through the skin, and Qingliangu has always had its own way of maintenance. It is no exaggeration to describe it as greasy, even the skin on the body is fair and thin, as if a little force can leave reddish finger marks on it.

Su Mo lowered his eyes, pressed down, and then heard Mu Bai snorted softly: "Good brother, be gentle."

His eyes dimmed, thinking that Mu Bai's body was still numb, so he had to close his eyes and put the pressure extremely lightly.

After a while, Mu Bai said again: "Good brother, work harder."

Perhaps it was too comfortable to have someone rubbing his waist on his stomach, but his tone was so soft that it seemed unbelievable.

Su Mo said helplessly, "Xiaobai, stop barking."

Mu Bai turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Su Mo didn't answer, but just let go of his hands and got off the bed to get a volume of books.

He held up the book in one hand, and rubbed Mu Bai's waist with the other.The writing blocks the line of sight, although not a single word can be read, but it can divert some attention.

Mu Bai noticed that the person behind him had started to press randomly, so he pushed his hand away: "You should concentrate on reading."

Su Mo glanced at him and asked softly, "Do you want to take a bath? I'll ask someone to boil the water."

"it is good."

When Xiao Er brought the hot water, Mu Bai was still lying on the bed and didn't want to move, so Su Mo washed him first, and then carried him into the bathtub.

Curly hot air rises from behind the screen, raising the temperature in the bedroom.

Su Mo put on clean clothes, sat on the bedside and picked up a book to read, and did not raise his eyes when he heard the rustling of clothes behind the screen.

But from the corner of the eye, Mu Bai could see that Mu Bai was walking to the bed wearing only a thin white coat, showing his thin and straight legs.

The scent of petals came over after bathing.

Su Mo put down the book, and supported the person who straddled him, his voice was hoarse: "Xiaobai."

"You are..." His eyes darkened, he looked at the person in front of him and smiled, "What do you want to do?"

Mu Bai thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Detoxification, didn't you say that there is acacia poison in the blood?"