The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

Nan Huaimu entered the theater, and a little girl sweeping the floor outside raised her head and asked her, "Who are you?"

The yard is bustling with activity, there are many red firecrackers piled up next to the house, and couplets and blessings are pasted on the door, creating a harmonious scene.し

Nan Huaimu glanced at the little girl and said, "I'm in the west room."

The little girl said: "Is it sister Wu Yue's friend? My sister is losing her temper. Go and comfort her."

Nan Huaimu couldn't bear to refuse the child's request, so he agreed.So he walked forward, and there was the sound of snow sweeping behind him.

Walking to the west courtyard, Wu Yue really lost her temper.

She smashed the paper window with a log for a while, and split the wood with a hatchet for a while. Someone persuaded her to calm down, but she ignored no one and just went crazy.Later, a few senior martial arts students were forced to dispatch, and they took her down collectively, and the turmoil subsided.

It's just that the roaring stopped, and the crying of the sweet potato girl in the corner became obvious.

Nan Huaimu quietly walked into the room, saw the sweet potato girl stretching her neck and crying, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into her hand, and asked, "How come you have been suppressed so badly after walking for a few days. "

Sweet Potato Girl didn't react for a while, she raised her chin and turned her head, opened her mouth stupidly and let out a sob.

But Wu Yue heard Nan Huaimu's voice faster than anyone else, broke free from the shackles of a group of martial arts students, and slashed at Nan Huaimu with a knife.

There were wardrobes and walls on the left and right of Nan Huaimu, so he had to stretch out two fingers with his bare hands to clamp the big hatchet.

This hand was just right, with the furious Wu Yue in the front and the hoarse Sweet Potato Girl in the back, she held the white sword with two fingers like that, like a martial arts master that was often seen in story books a few days ago.

For a while, everyone was stunned.

The young Wusheng tremblingly said: "Is this hatchet a prop on that stage?"

In order to verify the authenticity of his words, Nan Huaimu exerted force with his fingers and crushed the thick metal blade.

The small pieces of metal fell to the ground imposingly, scattered iron pieces all over the place, and even made a small hole.

Nan Huaimu pulled out the wooden knife handle from Wu Yue's hand, stuck it on the doorknob of the closet, and asked in a good voice, "Why are you crazy?"

Wu Yue bewilderedly took a step back, and then became aggressive and fierce, jumping and trying to grab Nan Huaimu's hair.

Seeing that she didn't want to repent, Nan Huaimu lightly touched Wu Yue's knee with her toes, causing her to fall to her knees on the ground.Wu Yue still wanted to get up, Nan Huaimu would not make her wish come true, the two made gestures, like a big cat teasing a mouse, and in the end Wu Yue could only roll around in a mess, cursing Nan Huaimu while rolling .

"You little hoof, you snatched my corner and stole my ocean, you are still human, why don't you die!" The cursing and cursing were nothing more than a few words.

The martial arts students outside heard it, and knew that it was an internal strife among Xiao Huadans, so they hurried to the courtyard next door to call for help, and asked their brothers and sisters to watch the fun together.

Nan Huaimu kicked Wu Yue's back knee again, and asked, "Your horn? Your ocean?"

Wu Yue covered her feet and stepped on the foot of the bed with great force. She wished she could lift her foot and step on Nan Huaimu's face: "Of course it's mine, so could it be yours? Pooh! It's a mess."

Seeing that there were more and more people outside, Nan Huaimu turned around and huddled under the quilt wearing a long coat because he didn't want to cause any disturbance.

Wu Yue thought that she had confessed, so she lay on the ground even more arrogantly, cursing more and more ugly: "I was only raised for a few days, and then I was sent back. If I were you, I would directly throw myself into the Yellow River! How could there be any more?" Get your face back!"

The martial arts students outside were shocked for a while, and they all wondered that Nan Huaimu had been taken care of by someone. Looking at Nan Huaimu's face, it seemed to be a bit glamorous, but she was obviously a skinny, black and yellow ugly girl.

After hearing the discussion outside, Wu Yue felt that she had a reason and a breakthrough, so she hurriedly stood up and continued to scold.

Nan Huaimu closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then said: "You can't go on stage, isn't it because you are hanging out with wild men? You agreed to throw yourself into the river for innocence, don't forget."

Wu Yue fell silent for an instant.

The martial arts students were also stunned when they heard the reversal, and asked outside. After knowing the reason, they looked forward to the follow-up of this battle.

Nan Huaimu didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue her. She didn't intend to embarrass this floating actor, but she came back this time to fulfill the original owner's wish. Wu Yueyi's splashing of dirty water will definitely affect the progress of her mission.

For a play, the script must be good, and the actor's reputation must be good. If there is a sign outside, the audience will definitely not listen to the play with the mentality of watching it, seeing that he is a person who is constantly rumored.

The situation is pretty good now, Wu Yue ran out of the room with red eyes after she was silent.

The martial arts students came in one after another, too lazy to distinguish between men, women and children, and they piled up in front of Nan Huaimu's bed and asked, "Dahua, you are really amazing for holding an ax in your hand. When did you secretly practice?"

"It's really a fluke." Nan Huaimu sat cross-legged on the bed and ate a snack, and passed it to everyone: "I saw that I was about to be cut, and a burst of strength burst out of my body."

"That's a pity, otherwise I would have been able to show off on stage."

Nan Huaimu said lightly: "It's okay for those with real knives and guns to go on stage."

The martial arts students hurriedly waved their hands, saying that they didn't dare, and asked Nan Huaimu if he had learned something secretly from the eldest lady. After asking, an old student felt that such a question was a bit out of line, so he took a group of people away.

Nan Huaimu felt at ease, chatted with Sweet Potato Girl for a while, and then asked about the situation of Granny Liu at the wonton stall.

Sweet Potato Girl said that Granny Liu is in good health, but she has been doing business at a loss.

Nan Huaimu thought about going to see Granny Liu when she had time, and paid back the wonton money with Dayang in her hand. Before that, she went to Wang Laodan to express her intention of going on stage to sing a big show.

Wang Laodan heard about today's interesting incident, and said to Nan Huaimu: "You lack singing skills, so let's act as a martial artist first."

Nan Huaimu agreed.The next day, the class teacher arranged a play for her, which was "Eight Meanings", which has been very popular in the past two months.

She performed continuously for a week, and sang from the stage to the street. The audience felt sick after watching the performance, but the energy in the weapon spirit still didn't increase at all.

She held the reincarnation stone in her hand and looked at it tens of thousands of times, but now she can barely input spiritual power into it, and she still can't do the rest.

A few days later, the newspaper published the news, and the country was really in chaos. For many years, Hunan and Hubei were about to move, and they all wanted to carve up the last piece of fat. An inevitable war began.

Fortunately, Peking is still quiet, just like before.

Just after the New Year's Eve, the city was still covered with big red pavements, and the students spontaneously organized a wave of small-scale protests.The protest was innocuous, and soon stopped, but after that, the newspaper's public opinion and direction could not be suppressed.

Several mainstream newspapers were critical of the war. A professor from Peking University published a piece of news under his real name, saying that the country must first settle down when fighting against the outside world, and that if the internal strife continues, the country will be in danger.

There are also newspapers with opposing opinions. They randomly pulled a few sentences from other news, took them out of context and made nonsense, and then continued to publish the serialization of Xiao Huangwen, attracting many like-minded friends to come to see it.

After Nan Huaimu sang two Chinese New Year dramas, he lost interest in this business, and didn't want to force himself to continue singing, so he set off to find Mingqian.

It's a pity that Mingqian's whereabouts remain a mystery.

Some people said that she was in the northwest, while others said that she was hoarding troops just outside the city. Anyway, they all had something to do with the war.

When the people in the city heard Ming Qian's name, half of them didn't know this person, and the other half knew her and scolded her, saying that women mixed with muddy water pictures and so on. Isn't the smog in Beiping not enough?

Nan Huaimu listened and stood up to defend Ming Qian.

Those chatterers have long braids, and some have curly hair, and without exception, they insist on their own views.

Nan Huaimu couldn't hear the words that women shouldn't fight, so she said on the street that she was going to perform Western magic tricks, and a group of people came to watch. They saw her sitting on the top of the steps, lifting a half-ton iron pillar with her bare hands, and bent it easily. , and easily straightened back.

Everyone around applauded, let Nan Huaimu do another one.

Nan Huaimu obeyed the will of the people, tapped the bluestone slab on the ground with his fingers, pressed down slightly, and a complete slate instantly turned into powder.

The surroundings were suddenly silent, and many people realized that this is not some kind of Western magic, it is clearly the children of the martial arts school who came out to show off their skills.A group of people yelled and walked away, and a few people remained where they were.

Nan Huaimu went to carry sand and water to fill the hole on the ground. When he saw those people, he smiled and said, "If you still want to watch magic tricks, just come to me."

Those people hurriedly shook their heads, and left quickly, muttering as they walked: "There is such an expert who protects the Ming family. Could it be that there is something really special about the Ming family?"

The Ming family naturally has something remarkable. In Nan Huaimu's eyes, the most remarkable thing about the Ming family is Ming Qian.

She bid farewell to the troupe and was going to go out of the city to find Mingqian.

Before leaving, she went to the wonton stand to meet Granny Liu, and handed over a big ocean in her hand, saying that it was for this and the last meal.But Mrs. Liu confiscated it.

"As far as wontons are concerned, I have the most here." Granny Liu said, "You can eat as much as you want."

Nan Huaimu took a bite of the thin-skinned wonton and asked, "Then what do you need? I can't keep rubbing it for nothing."

Granny Liu thought for a while: "It's peace."

Nan Huaimu swallowed the wonton and looked up at her.This world is chaotic, and the sky in Beiping is gray. This is obviously not the end of the world, but it always makes people feel terrified, even more terrifying than the end of the world.

The peaceful and prosperous age is too far away from everyone, and even after more than ten years, it may not be possible to have real peace, so Liu Pozi's dream can only be a dream after all.

Nan Huaimu took a sip of the soup, buried his head and finished eating the wontons, got up and put the ocean on the table into his pocket: "It will be all right." She said to Granny Liu, "I will definitely pay for these two bowls of wontons." Pay it back."

She bought a train ticket with a bag on her back, went out of the city, and followed her heartfelt feeling all the way to Tianjin.

Mingqian is at the border between Tianjin and Beiping. A few years ago, she was summoned by the government to say how it is possible that such a big country does not have a raiding corps.It just so happened that Mingqian was extremely powerful. She had worked on the front lines since she was a child, and later went abroad to learn new weapons. The government asked her to lead a wave of soldiers and train on the hills. If anything happened, she obeyed the call and fought out.

Ming Qian agreed, led a half-sized soldier, enriched the armed forces with the assets of the Ming family, and managed it lazily.

When Nan Huaimu found Mingqian, a group of people set up a tent and lit firewood in the cold and twelfth lunar month. Mingqian changed into flannel clothes. Although he was still wealthy, he was much different from his previous appearance.

There was a pile of black guns on the ground, and the soldiers were wearing dark gray military uniforms, which was a uniform that I had never seen before. There were men and women in it, and without exception, they all had good legs and feet. Aura.

Nan Huaimu walked into the position holding his breath, aimed at Ming Qian's embrace, and plunged headlong into it.

Countless knives and guns were lifted into the air in an instant, aiming at Nan Huaimu.

Nan Huaimu pretended to be an ignorant child, rubbed Ming Dang's neck, and said miserably, "Miss, I miss you so much."

Ming Qian's hands froze, and he found helplessly that his body recognized Nan Huaimu before his brain.

In the past few days, she has also been thinking about Nan Huaimu a lot, without that disturbing ditty and all kinds of mischievous tricks, she really feels a little lonely.

The author has something to say: this world will be relatively short, so... (The [-]-word low-h description is omitted here)

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