Sir, this sword is a keepsake

According to her late mother's last wish, the orphan Mo Li escaped from her miserable home and traveled westward to Qingzhou.

An ordinary person's two-month journey, but she walked a whole winter and spring, and when she finally arrived at Xiaqi, it was already early summer.Her clothes were shabby, her feet were stained with blood, and her body exuded a lingering bad smell, but her heart was bright.

She wants to go up the mountain to ask for the sword.

She purposely cleaned herself by the stream before entering Xiaqi Town.After washing away the dust, her face gradually became clear on the surface of the water. If it wasn't for the burn scar under her right eye, she could have comforted herself, "It's just not pretty."

The breeze blew across the water, and her thoughts also rippled.

There was the sound of a carriage passing by in the distance, and Mo Li, as if being urged, speeded up her movements, got dressed, and hurried towards Xiaqi.

As soon as she entered the town, she saw a carriage parked beside the road, and a man was getting out of the carriage with a pretty girl.

Such a coincidence in the world, it was also the day when Shen Yucheng brought Lu Ying back to the mountain.

"When you reach the mountain, you are the junior sister. Your senior brother, second senior brother, and my son Shen Fang is your third senior brother."

"Master, will I always be a little junior sister?"

"It's not necessarily true, but you will be the owner of the Wuyan Sword..."

A bolt of lightning struck Jiaotu's heart—she was stunned.

"No face sword?"

The three words stirred up a storm in Mo Li's heart. She listened to each word and felt ashamed.

"Well, this is a Zen sword. Although it is not as good at fighting as other sword heroes, its reputation has spread far and wide..." Shen Yucheng knew that he didn't need to talk too much in front of a girl, so he stopped, "Lu Ying , Those are your teacher's wife and your third brother."

The dejected Jiaotu saw a young man rushing towards the two of them like a small animal in a trance, followed by a very beautiful young woman.

The name of "the most beautiful woman in the world" has been heard for a long time. Although Xiao Nianjin has left Chicheng for more than ten years, her deeds have already become legends for thousands of young women in Chicheng.

She got rid of the fate of entering the palace—she was the only one for so many years.Although no one knows how she broke through that level.

"Hey, your senior brother is here too. It's rare. Your senior brother practices swords day and night. Don't pester him when you go up the mountain." Shen Yucheng joked.

Shen Yucheng was very kind.The moment Mo Li turned around, she suddenly had a sore nose.She unconsciously assumed Lu Ying's identity, imagining that Shen Yucheng was talking to her.

"Father, is this the future master of Wuyan Sword?" The boy Shen Fang spoke like an adult.

"Shen Fang, can you speak? Your junior sister is called Lu Ying."

"Hello third brother!" Lu Ying smiled sweetly.She is very smart, and immediately remembered what Shen Yucheng said casually just now. "

When Lu Ying saw Xiao Nianjin, her almond eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Master, is this beautiful woman my wife!"

"Hey... yes yes yes, it's your teacher's wife!" Shen Yucheng was about to correct him, but when he saw Xiao Nianjin covering his mouth and snickering, he followed suit.

"Hello, mistress!"

"Your name is Lu Ying, right? You are also a little beauty. When you grow up, you must be a big beauty." Xiao Nianjin said.

Shen Fang, who was silent at the side, interrupted suddenly: "Thinking of the beauty of a beauty, it will turn into pus and blood in the morning and evening, and turn into bones in a hundred years. Only the way of swordsmanship can last ten thousand years at a glance."

In the distance, a weak figure who had already gone away suddenly froze.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?" Shen Yucheng stared at Shen Fang.

Xiao Nianjin pinched Shen Fang's face and held on tightly.

"Hey, I was wrong, I was wrong, mother, it hurts!"

Lu Ying asked in a daze, "Brother, what does this mean?"

"It's not interesting." Shen Fang, who finally broke free from Xiao Nianjin's "poisonous hand", rubbed his right cheek and muttered angrily.

"How do you talk to your junior sister?" Xiao Nianjin taught his son a lesson.

Where they couldn't see, Mo Li's eyes were full of extra tears, but she was smiling brightly.

She heard Shen Fang's words clearly.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it doesn't look good.She doesn't need Wuyan Sword, she can practice her own sword.Kendo also, a glance of ten thousand years.

Be it Jiaotu or Moli, there is only a smile of pear blossom in the world.