Bowl and bowl tired Qing [Comprehensive martial arts]

A pale yellow moon hangs in the sky.

One after the other, they walked in the vast wilderness.

Yu Wanwan didn't use his brain at all when he was walking, looking at the moon in the sky, wondering if if he sprinkled some sesame seeds, it would taste like sesame seed cakes when he licked it.

Ximen Chuuxue was fast, she was fast, Ximen Chuuxue turned left and she turned left, Ximen Chuuxue jumped around a raised stone lightly, she fell down with a "slap" and took a mouthful of mud, then immediately stumbled up and continued keep up.

"Rest." The sword god who was walking ahead finally stopped.

After the little monster spit out the mud in his mouth, under the moonlight, he showed his half-clear porcelain teeth: "Don't rest, I'm not tired."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't make a sound, and began to pick up dead branches.

It hasn't rained for several days, and there are ready-made dry things all around.

The fire blew lightly, and the bright light shone on the face of the girl who was a head shorter beside her, half of her chin was already blue and purple, but she was still looking at her with a foolish smile.

——It was still the same as when we first met, she would fall down easily, as if she had been punched a few times, but it seemed that she didn't feel the slightest pain.

He only glanced indifferently, then looked away, "I'm a human being, and even if I travel day and night, I can't rush to the capital without sleep." And they had already walked in the middle of the night, and they would naturally have to go on their way at dawn tomorrow.

Harm, Niuniuzi has evolved and that's all.

Yu Wanwan gave a soft "Oh" to express his understanding, and didn't urge him any more. He sat on the floor next to the white-clothed swordsman, two fists away, but his eyes slowly glanced over.

"..." In silence, Ximen Chuuxue shifted his saber to the left.

On the way, he guarded very tightly, preventing her from getting close to the Crow Sheath Sword.

The little monster turned his head to conceal himself, looking at the dark woods in the distance.After a pause, he pointed to the broken stars in the sky and said quietly: "Have you heard of 'Seven Stars'?"

"I've never heard of it." Ximen Chuuxue stirred the fire.

He was quite familiar with these things, obviously experienced.

Yu Wanwan stared at the other party for a long time with a shocked gaze of "My God, from which corner did you come out from? I don't even know, come and ask me", but the Sword God didn't show the slightest desire to communicate.

She was hesitant to speak, and then she wanted to say: "Aren't you really called Hua Wuque?" The young man in white clothes and trousers, holding a sword, looked cold but sometimes soft, at least he was willing to help her.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned heavily, as if offended.

His deep eyes stared straight at her, his tone was indescribably weird, and he said slowly: "Except for the clothes, I have nothing like him."

"You know him?" Yu Wanwan smacked her lips, realizing that many of the people she met knew each other, she asked curiously: "I heard that Hua Wuque and Tie Xinlan got married, did you also go to Yihua Palace to drink wedding wine? "

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips tightly: "It has nothing to do with you."

As soon as the voice fell, she raised her head slightly and closed her eyes.

With this attitude, the little monster was not sure whether he should be angry or not.

She didn't really feel it herself, but she thought that as a normal person, she should be angry when facing this stinky face.But when she stared back with a tender face, Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be asleep...

The black sheath sword was firmly held in the arms of the master.

Yu Wanwan heard the trembling whine of the big sword, and cried out that he was a straight man of steel, but this bitch took it as his wife, and would always blow it after killing someone, blow it, blow it, blow a hammer!

Regardless of whether Niu Niuzi is really sleeping or pretending to be asleep, the little monster kept his mouth shut and asked the sword with his spiritual knowledge: Do you always kill people?The sword sighed deeply, saying that most of the people who died before its edge were villains.

"I also want to be a big villain, can you teach me how to cut off people's heads neatly?" She sincerely asked for advice.

"It's a bit difficult." Jian thought for a while, as if he was sizing her up: "You Kangkang yourself, not to mention blowing hair, cutting hair and chopping it to pieces, you don't even have long nails that can scratch people."

Wanwan touched the bowl above his head in distress.

She felt that she could fall from the sky and sit on Liu Xiangxiang to death, but that would be too bloody, and although the clothes would not be dirty, they were disgusting.

"There is a specialization in art, why don't you take me with you?" Jian encouraged her to take him away, and said in a persuasive way: "Look, you like dealing with people, but you don't know the world, I can!"

As a sword with spiritual consciousness, it would be suffocated to death with Ximen Chuuxue, no matter if he couldn't communicate, the 007 working system is open all year round, and the iron can't stand it.

The little monster said: "Okay, that's it."

Go to the capital with Jian friends to chop off the head of the bad guy.

Although Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes, he was not actually asleep.

He kept his heart up all the time, guarding against any changes by his side.

But until the sun fell in the morning and he opened his eyes, the little monster's behavior was so normal that he almost squeezed his shoulders and beat his legs while smiling. It can be said that he was courteous for nothing.

After the fire had cooled, only a pile of coke remained.

He stood up and said in a deep voice, "My sword hasn't spoken all this time?" She had been chatting endlessly before, and it was obvious that they had a very happy conversation.

"No." Yu Wanwan shook her head innocently.

Qing Lingling's crescent eyes do not flicker or avoid, it is easy to convince people.

——It must be because I am resting, and it is afraid of being disturbed.

The sword god looked at the black sheath sword tenderly, and gently stroked it with his fingertips.

The big sword immediately let out an unbearable humiliating whimper.

Trembling and urging the little monster to take him away quickly, Ximen Chuuxue treats it well, but it hopes that this guy will find more brothers and sisters, and then the rain and dew will be wet.

"Go on." The Sword God said condescendingly, with his head tilted.

She jumped up and followed behind Ximen Chuuxue, and grabbed his sleeve.

"According to this speed, when can we reach the capital?" The little monster sighed, and looked at him eagerly: "Do you think this is good? I will go with the sword first, and you will break it later."

"The sword is here...the man is here." He narrowed his eyes slightly.

I knew she was paying attention to the black scabbard sword, don't even think about it.

"Hmph." The little monster felt that he needed to think long-term.

When they arrived at the next town, Ximen Chuuxue told her to stay outside and go into the city to find a suitable means of transportation.Probably because she was afraid of attracting attention by running around, she also stuffed broken silver for the peddlers who set up stalls outside the city.

So big green dates, glutinous rice dumplings stuffed with red bean paste, wine glutinous rice cakes, shepherd's purse soup... All kinds of snacks were stuffed into my chest.

When you come across something delicious, sneak it into a bowl while no one is looking, and prepare it for Hai Hongzhu and Chu Liuxiang to taste later.He also stayed when he met someone he didn't like so much, and decided to brag to Ximen.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and there is an endless stream of tourists passing by.

Yu Wanwan heard the name "Lu Xiaofeng" in the crowd.

Prick up your ears and follow the prestige, from bottom to top, you see two horses first.

One was very clean and tall, with snow-white hair all over its body, and it was even more handsome than the horses in the antique paintings in the museum; the other was a brownish-red horse that was smaller in size, with bright yellow eyes, and squeezed the big white horse from time to time.

"Lizi, stop making trouble." A girl in purple was sitting on the horse's back, holding the rein to prevent the mount from bullying its companion: "Isn't it just that I lost a race? Zhuiyun has a good temper. You don't care about it, but you are still not convinced."

"Competition again tomorrow." Dabai was immediately a man in white, with a jade flute hanging around his waist, his voice was gentle and pleasant: "Let's bear witness together, lest Lizi think I'm partial."

The two horses drove side by side, leisurely heading towards the city.

The purple-clothed girl laughed, pointed at the white-clothed young man and said, "You're biased in the first place, but it's just Li Zi who is biased. If Zhuiyun can speak, I'm afraid he will scold you, the master!"

They gradually walked away, and Wanwan finally heard only the vague spiritual consciousness of the big white horse strutting: It's okay... the master is partial, it's obviously the mistress you...

"Suck it up." The little monster drank half a bowl of shepherd's purse soup in one go.

She was full of dog food, and for the first time she felt satisfied.

"—Meet an acquaintance, delay for a while."

Another quarter of an hour later, Ximen Chuuxue drove out.

The morning sun was very bright, and his cold face was in stark contrast to it, his complexion smelled like a stone in a latrine - this is of course a metaphor, Yu Wanwan had never seen a stone in a latrine.

The little monster opened the curtain and came out, eager to try: "How about... I will take you flying?" He didn't like to be touched before, and she didn't like to grab the collar, but now he can carry the whole car and fly.

"A few days ago there were strange things flying around in the sky, causing people to panic." Ximen Chuixue said coldly without turning his head, "I guess you did it too?"

Wanwan pursed her lips, and said again: "That night?"

If the lights are dark, others can't see clearly.

"Very good." Ximen Chuuxue glanced at her two slender legs dangling in the air, and said calmly, "Remember to bury my body and the sword together."

Above the sky, if you don't spend the night, you will have to freeze.

Even with internal strength to protect the body, it can't stand the gust of wind that cuts like a knife.

"It won't be cold if you sit inside."

"Then who will show you the way? My sword?"

Yu Wanwan was defeated, and retreated into the car disgruntled.

After a while, half of his head popped out suddenly, crying out for thirst.

Just now before getting into the car, Ximen Chuuxue was still eating and drinking, but Ximen Chuuxue didn't care whether the little monster was really thirsty or not, so he touched it from the side and threw a leather water bag.

Listening to the sound, she caught it and opened it and shook it.

He came back soon, disgusted and said: "Clean water is not good to drink."

——Whether you like to drink or not, the Sword God is not used to it.

Probably because he finally realized that if he was really unreasonable, it would be useless to be a monster, so the little monster crawled back into the carriage and said he was going to sleep... Then there was the sound of cracking sunflower seeds with his front teeth.

The sword god who became a coachman indifferently listened to the rustling noises inside, like an eternal snow mountain resting on his seat, the horse galloped fast on the spacious and uninhabited official road, neighing for a long time Sweating.

Although Ximen Chuuxue didn't sweat, he was a little dry.

Then he picked up the undrinked water bag and took a few mouthfuls down his throat.

"..." Gudu Gudu, the Sword God frowned.

After a pause, he spat out half of an unknown petal.

After a stick of incense, he jumped out of the carriage with a distorted expression, sternly reprimanded Yu Wanwan not to follow, turned around holding the black sheath sword, and was about to enter the dense forest beside the road.

I didn't want the little monster to cover his face, and relayed in a low voice: "Your sword said, it doesn't want to face white flowers anymore... Well, you understand."

After a pause, Ximen Chuuxue put down his sword almost in exasperation, then stiffly drove his legs, and flew away.