[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Don't say what you say, don't bother to make up panic.

Xu Changqing thought about it, and pondered: "The Fire Lingzhu is not on me. Brother Jing took it away." He had just finished speaking, and when the person in front of him opened his mouth to ask, he immediately added, "Don't ask Brother Jing, he is not here now. on him."

The lips under the mask laughed, as if he thought the ascetic was very interesting: "Are all you ascetics like this? It's so cute. Now that you know where you are, just tell me where it is."

Xu Changqing frowned even tighter, ignored his teasing words, and only said: "In Jiangdu."

"Thank you, Sect Leader." With such an oppressive momentum, the harp bearer bowed his hands, flicked his wide sleeves lightly, and walked out.

Xu Changqing watched his back, swaying his wide sleeves, swaying the fringe of the piano, walking gracefully and leisurely, and heard him whisper: "If you love someone, of course you must keep her by your side. You actually listen to the old man's foolishness, you are really better than Murong." stay too long."

The door of the main hall was pushed open, and the dazzling sunlight came in. Xu Changqing narrowed his eyes and turned around suddenly.

The prosperous place of Jiangdu is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many delicious and interesting things, attracting people from all over the north and south.

"Master, this is here." Hongyu looked at the sign of Huayun Inn and said to the people behind her.

The man stood still, as heavy as a thousand-year-old mountain, as sharp as a sword drawn out of its sheath, looking at it from a distance, he felt a chilling air.

And Li looks like a year old, with long hair as white as ice silk, a silver-white high crown with hairpins, moon-white wide-sleeved long clothes, blue ribbons and blue ribbons, embroidered with silver threads to form clouds.The whole person is like a millennium of ice, and even a pair of eyes are as bleak and cold as snow moss, gray and white.

He is so clear that there is no impurity of emotion, and the corners of his cold lips will never have any curvature, no waves, no love, no love, a real fairy.

He nodded and followed the sword spirit into the inn.

The door of the room was closed, the sword spirit Ruby was standing in the corner, and the white-haired fairy was sitting by the window. Opposite him was also a cultivator, over half a century old, with a gentle face, the ninth Ningdan Elder of Tianyong City.

There is a letter, a scroll, and a sword on the table.

Seeing this sword, Binghui's eyes seemed to flicker slightly, and then disappeared in indifference.

The sword in the sapphire sheath was no longer moist, and had many cracks, which were filled with someone's blood, turning black and red.

The ice jade-like immortal is silent and indifferent. Nothing in this world can break his peace. Talking to him seems to be a rude interruption. How could he expect him to speak first.

Elder Ningdan lowered his eyes, not meeting his gray eyes, and respectfully said: "The real person is on good terms with the previous sect master. Before the sect master passed away, he wrote this letter with his own hand, and ordered us to hand over the painting and the sword to him. Real people."

Who is the person in the painting, only one person here knows, but he turned out of the window, looking at the street downstairs, people come and go but there are few beautiful women, businessmen set up stalls on the street, no one wears Hufu, no one wears martial arts clothes, and there are scenes different from those of the Tang Dynasty everywhere.

The indifferent gaze swept past, someone was walking out of the window, the thin silver mask was warmed by the sun, and the tassel hanging from the shoulder swayed with the footsteps, stopped for a while, and then went forward again.

They were all busy with their own affairs, no one noticed each other, they were close at hand, and they just passed by.

The immortal by the window of the small building has finished reading the letter, and with a few words, the wonderful word Yichen has been put away and put back to its original place.

Flicking his fingers together, the wide sleeves slowly fell down, the blue embroidered hem almost touching the ground, his hands had been put back on his knees, his body was as straight as a bamboo, and he sat still.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was like clear ice and broken jade, penetrating into people's hearts: "In this case, I should accept the invitation of my old friend. It's okay, I have a place to go."

Elder Ning Dan's eyelids trembled, and he was already beaming with joy: "The real person is willing to submit to my faction, it is really..."

The immortal on the opposite side cut off his words, and only said indifferently: "Elder, you don't need to say too much, I owe Tianyong City a favor, and I have promised to help you with all my strength, so it should be like this."

Elder Ningdan smiled politely, and bowed his hands slightly: "From now on, I will call the real person Elder Sword."

Nothing to do right now, since I have already agreed, I will start immediately.

As soon as they stepped out of the inn, the gentle man carrying the piano had just entered a pawn shop. It was a small and remote pawn shop, and the business was naturally not very good.

There was a layer of soil on the counter, and no one cleaned it, and there was no one. I don't know how the boss knew that there was a guest. Not long after entering the door here, Xiao Chaofeng ran out over there.

Chao Feng was behind the counter, looking down at the person with a good temperament below, and asked kindly: "What do you want to be a guest officer? The piano on the back or the mask on the face?"

"I'm wrong."

Hearing this, Xiao Chaofeng was even happier, and affirmed: "Oh, that's for redemption."

The person in front of the counter shook his head: "No, I'll buy a bead."

Xiao Chaofeng said "huh" and said strangely: "We haven't shipped the goods yet, and it's really the first time I've seen them at the pawnshop."

The strange guest raised the corners of his lips, but his voice was more gentle: "A blood-red bead, about the size of an egg, is it alive or dead?"

Xiao Chaofeng keenly felt that this person didn't like nonsense at all, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and went in to find out the boss.

The boss is an old man in his 60s. He tried his best to keep his small eyes open, and he acted very straightforwardly. When he came over, he said, "There is indeed this bead. I checked it just now. It is dead right. I took everything."

With a clear goal, the business must be done, and the price is determined by the seller. The boss is naturally very happy, and his face is wrinkled with a smile.

He took out a wooden box and opened it. Inside was the Fire Spirit Bead. The blood-red bead was as crystal clear as water, and the blood inside was flowing, as if it had spirituality.

The boss stretched out three fingers: "Three thousand gold."

The eyes under the mask were deep and gentle, touching the heart. After staring at the boss's smiling face for a while, he said very seriously: "Are you really sure... aren't you robbing?"

"I didn't set this price." The boss shook his three fingers again and again, "It was set by a hero named Jing. He said that someone would definitely buy it. I was kind to him, so I gave it to you I have a chance to make a fortune, three thousand gold, no more, no less."

There was another long silence, the young master who was carrying the piano seemed a little sad, he took out stacks one by one, counted them one by one, piled them into thick stacks of banknotes, closed the box, took them and left.

Before going out, he left a message: "But this opportunity came a bit late, shopkeeper, longevity."

The boss immediately stared at him, and ran forward, but after chasing him, he disappeared, and he couldn't see a piece of clothes. Xiao Chaofeng in the shop had quick eyes and hands, and took out a silver ticket and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The new sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City has arrived, and there are still many trivial matters to be dealt with. Although he basically does not need to do it himself, the gate seems to be quite busy.

Hongyu is in charge of all the trivial matters, and Gu Jun will arrange the room according to the owner's preferences, rebuild the courtyard, choose a retreat room with a good location, and find a place to put the many treasured swords in his collection.

After wandering around for many years and suddenly settling down, they felt very troublesome. Of course, their masters would definitely not have this idea.

The sapphire sheath sword covered with blood patterns was hung on the wall of the dormitory. Hongyu could tell that this sword once had a sword spirit, and there must be some story that she didn't know.

The painting was placed on the desk, Hongyu picked it up, looked out the door, opened it slowly with curiosity and apprehension, first saw a pair of feet, a pair of bare feet with clogs, and White skirt and belt.

This is probably a woman, Hongyu's curiosity is even heavier, but her heart is also dull and sour, which gradually spreads, the master has cultivated into a sword fairy, and must have passed the love calamity, this may be the woman the master once loved deeply.

When it continued to unfold, a child suddenly jumped in. She hurriedly put away the painting and looked at this seven or eight-year-old boy, dressed in the clothes of Tianyong City, staring at her with his eyes open, as if he was a little dazed. .

Hongyu walked over, bent down and asked him, "Why did you trespass on the residence of the elder holding the sword?"

"I lost the bet with my senior sister, she insisted on me to see what the elder holding the sword looks like..." The boy wrinkled his nose and curled his lips, so wronged that he almost shed tears.

Being cheated again, Hongyu sighed and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy immediately lost his bitterness: "Han Su."

Hongyu thought for a while, and said: "It turns out that you are the door-to-door disciple, I will send you back."

She had no choice but to give up the painting and send the child back to find the master, and take a look at that deceitful senior sister by the way.

No.60 three times

It was an excellent day, sunny and bright, but it became darker and gloomy as it went up the mountain, filled with gloomy and dead air, so silent that there was no sound of insects and birds, only the wind swept over the dense leaves.

Suddenly there was a long cry, and a sea dongqing circled a few times, slowly descended into the forest, landed on the shoulder armor of a boy in black, and hummed twice.

Baili Tusu has been walking for more than an hour, and there are many monsters that look like humans but not humans. They are called bandits, but they are already demons.

Not far from the cottage, there was an army surrounded by water, and the armor was dazzling.Baili Tusu stood on the hillside, looked down, and saw a mass of darkness, the infantry lined up in strict order, betting on all the exits of the village, there were three people sitting on horseback in front, two of them were generals of the armored army, and one was wearing a wide robe and wide sleeves , like a scholar.

The cold wind pulled hard but couldn't tear away the cloudy clouds. The scholar was wearing an apricot-yellow long gown with flowing sleeves and flaring hem. It seemed that he could hear the sound of hunting from a distance, like a halo of yellow light, and he felt warm when he looked at it. The solitary lamp in the night attracted People yearn to rely on.

They were far apart, but the scholar seemed to notice the young man's gaze, and turned his head and smiled softly.

A few soldiers were setting off smoke outside the stronghold, but the smoke was not choking, and the white water mist was filled with spiritual energy, gradually washing the stronghold, trapping the half-human, half-demon monster, and there was a sudden scream of ghosts and wolves.