I bent the devil

When he and Song Qingyi looked at each other, Song Zhishang actually had a weird and hairy emotion from the bottom of his heart.Obviously from the other party's breathing and eyes, he could tell that Song Qingyi's martial arts were not much worse than his own.

But now it was such a person, it actually made him feel like he was being watched by a fierce beast in an unknown dark place!

How ridiculous!

Song Zhishang raised his head slightly, as if to cheer himself up, and as if to prove that he was not influenced by Song Qingyi at all, he strode over.

Ignoring Song Qingyi, before he could stop him, he quickly went around his hand and patted Gu Jiu on the shoulder.His tone was relaxed, but he looked at Song Qingyi provocatively. "Meet you again~ Can you sell me that broken sword this time?"

When Song Qingyi narrowed his eyes slightly because he didn't block Song Zhishang's hand before he met Gu Jiu, Gu Jiu had already turned his head and saw the person behind him clearly, showing a slightly surprised expression.

"It's you."

"It's me." Song Zhishang nodded, dressed in fresh clothes and angry horse with an unusually lively expression, so glamorous that even the lanterns beside him couldn't compare to him.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, because of his good looks, has a somewhat indistinguishable androgynous beauty.It's so eye-catching.

It's a pity that Gu Jiu was not the kind of person who likes to have people's eyes on him for a long time, and the excessive attention at this moment even made him feel a little annoyed.

Song Qingyi seemed to be aware of this irritability, and he did not let go of the hand that held him from the very beginning. At this moment, his thumb was gently rubbing against the pulse of his wrist, as if he was scratching his chin for a cat. Appease its emotions in general.

"Where's your sword? Did you bring it out?" Song Zhishang clearly saw at a glance whether it was Song Qingyi or Gu Jiu, who were both empty-handed and dressed as Confucian scholars, but he still asked deliberately, "If you didn't bring it, Let me go to your house with you, and exchange with you?"

Regardless of whether others want it or not.

This kind of behavior of talking to oneself will appear disgusting and disgusting to anyone.However, because of Song Zhishang's appearance and the unique straightforwardness of that boy, people still can't accept it after hearing it, but they just feel that this boy is a bit reckless and willful.

Most of them would smile and shake their heads, not caring about him as a child.

But Gu Jiu is not. He has seen too many brats by his side, not to mention there is a very well-behaved little Tsing Yi for comparison. For this kind of behavior similar to forced cuteness, he frowns besides frowning.

"Young master, I said before that I would not exchange that sword with you."

"Why?!" Song Zhishang, who was rarely rejected like this by people other than Song Yi, suddenly became angry. The most important thing was that although Song Qingyi, who was standing next to Gu Jiu, hadn't said a word from the beginning, he was in front of Gu Jiu. When he said he would not exchange, the half-smile look in his eyes made him aroused.

He took off his sword, but fortunately he didn't pull it out rashly considering that there were people coming and going here, but he handed it to Gu Jiu, and the gems inlaid on the scabbard gleamed under the illumination of the lantern Bright, not at all dim because it is night.

"My sword was specially hired by my father when I was ten years old. It is made from the cold stone of Tianshan Mountain. It cuts gold and jade, blows hair and hair. Doesn't it compare to your broken sword?"

"In that case..." Song Qingyi, who had been silent all this time, finally opened his mouth slowly. After attracting the attention of the two, he slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Song Zhishang. "Why do you have to use your precious sword...in exchange for my broken sword?"

"...yours?" Song Zhishang repeated, looked at Song Qingyi, then turned to look at Gu Jiu, as if he was asking him for proof.

"Yes." Gu Jiu was also convinced by the brat in front of him. If it was the past, he would either walk away, or drag him to a small corner to teach him a lesson, but this is the martial arts world where everyone is better than himself.

So, what kind of broken system is he? !Not to mention controlling the martial arts world, at least let him have a certain foundation of martial arts? !

As an ordinary person in the world of martial arts, it is simply exhausting... qq

"That sword was given to... him." How to call the current Song Qingyi is really a problem.

The word "brother" was just around the corner of his mouth, but he swallowed it back in the half-smile eyes cast from the side.Gu temporarily couldn't help touching the back of his head in doubt, feeling strange, but he didn't know where the strangeness was.

Even though he had vaguely guessed that ten percent of the sword was given to the young man who had been holding Gu Jiu's hand, Song Zhishang was still very upset to hear Gu Jiu say it himself.

What's especially annoying is...the pride hidden in Song Qingyi's eyes.

Gee.

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Going around the lantern well, but in the end was destroyed by Song Zhishang who jumped out suddenly, but no matter what he said, the other party was in a posture of "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen", so Gu Jiu had no choice but to hold Song Qingyi leave.

It's okay to ignore you, right?

However, he didn't expect Song Zhishang to follow like a little tail, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it.

In the end, Song Qingyi got impatient, and after dragging Gu Jiu into a place full of people watching acrobatics, he finally took advantage of the visual barrier to date Song Zhishang, who was clever and good at martial arts.

Hiding aside and watching Song Zhishang looking around in annoyance, both of them couldn't help looking at each other and smiling.

Gu Jiu pulled Song Qingyi and was about to run, but was turned back by the resistance in his hands.

Turning his head to look at Song Qingyi who was not moving, he seemed a little puzzled.What would you do if you didn't run away before Song Zhishang found it?After finding that little brat, he really followed them home.

"Don't run. Walk slowly." Song Qingyi explained after Gu Jiu looked back in doubt.

People who practice martial arts have sharp ears and eyes, and can distinguish the sound of footsteps around them even in a crowd.Through these footsteps, even if the other party temporarily uses their sight to hide, but once they run in a hurry, they will still be noticed by the pursuers.

So at times like this, it's okay to walk slowly. Only by making him unable to distinguish the difference from his footsteps can he truly get rid of the other party.

It's just that there are also great disadvantages. After all, the opponent can use his figure unscrupulously to search, but because his martial arts are too humble, he will never be able to get rid of him after catching up, so he can only use soldiers to make dangerous moves step.

As Song Qingyi grew older, he became more and more fond of the calculation method of "strategizing and winning thousands of miles", so this is why he can have a good house in the place where fish and dragons are mixed up in Houqixiang despite his low martial arts. The reason why people dare to come to provoke.

Although what he did was a low-level thing, he was given the title of 'the strategy of Qingyi'.

This is also why Wang Er was able to wear the clothes of soldiers at the gate of the city some time ago, and specially stopped the nobles and sent them to the place where they were going. He could get more rewards by showing them the way.

Such a good deed is not like Wang Er's relatives as others have speculated, but because Song Qingyi once did a small favor to the county magistrate.

Otherwise, who would give such a good thing to a local ruffian?After all, even if you collect money from peddlers going to the city all morning, it can't be worth a free reward from a nobleman.

Fortunately, Wang Ersong Qingyi didn't do anything wrong, and he only got two points of the money he got, four points for the county magistrate, three points for the town guards, and one point for the gate guards. Everyone was happy.

That's why it's been done slowly and steadily.

However, there are some things that no matter how calculated they are, they can't be worth ten times.

Song Qingyi looked down at the handshake with Gu Jiu, wondering what he was thinking.