Bowl and bowl tired Qing [Comprehensive martial arts]

When Ximen Chuuxue came out from the forest, what he saw was an empty carriage, with no people, no sword, only the bulging water bladder on the driver's seat.

He tightly squeezed the leather water bag, but he didn't throw it away after all.

Then he looked around for clues with red eyes, as if he was a hard-working husband in a cuckold, and that damned concubine actually abducted his beautiful wife under his nose... He knew, knew her idea!

Suddenly there was a soft "boom" above the head.

"Are you looking for me?" a voice whispered.

The little monster hangs upside down from the roof, with only its head exposed.

Ximen Chuuxue went over and grabbed her arm with such force that it seemed like he was about to pull out a giant carrot, and asked in a hissing voice, "Where is my sword?"

"You are so fierce." Daluo Beiyu Wanwan was not "pulled" from the roof of the car, but instead grabbed him upside down and dragged him to the roof of the car, innocently messing up: "Here, here it is."

Knowing that he could not beat her by force, Ximen Chuuxue, who was forced to lie on his stomach, turned over, stood up panting heavily, and firmly refused the little monster's "kind" support.

"Where?" Looking around, the entire roof of the car is only a few feet away, and there is no trace of the black sheath sword, nor is it nearby.

Yu Wanwan squatted in his shadow to enjoy the cool.

He didn't speak, and stretched his fingers upwards.

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up, and saw a small black spot approaching from far away.

——Straight down, the silver glow flickered.

The sword god recognized that it was the edge of his sword.

Before the smile could be raised, Ximen Chuuxue's pupils shook violently.

It was too late and then too fast, he subconsciously pushed away the silly little monster with his mouth open, and jumped off the roof himself.From Yu Wanwan's point of view, this situation is very similar to the scene of the protagonist struggling to fall before the explosion.

""Boom"!" There was a loud noise, and the aftermath shook the air.

The impact of the falling sword was too strong, the wood chips of the bursting carriage flew across, and the dust fluttered in the wind.

The two good horses pulling the cart were frightened and finally overwhelmed. They neighed and ran away with the remaining wood, leaving only a water bag that was lucky to be intact...

This may be the last gift given by fate.

Ximen Chuixue stood stiffly, covered in ashes, with sawdust on his shoulders.

Throughout the more than [-] years since the birth of the Sword God, the innocent flower of Gaoling has never suffered such an unbearable slap in the face, such a tragic humiliation.

"Huh, huh..." Yu Wanwan ran over and puffed up his cheeks to help him blow off the dirt on his body. After a while, he got impatient and poked him: "You can blow it yourself, huh..."

The blow made Ximen Chuuxue's hair flicker, his handsome face was dead.

After a pause, the Sword God's face finally came alive, and his footsteps also moved, but he passed the little monster who was blowing the wind, and walked step by step towards the murder weapon that finally raised his eyebrows.

The crow's sheath sword has a long and narrow blade, an ancient sword shape.This is a murderous sword, not a utensil for viewing. No one knows its name, and most of those who have seen its blade have died.

But now, the understated scabbard is gone.

It is inserted straight into the center of the ruins, standing upright.

Ximen Chuuxue held the hilt of his sword.

He murmured in a low voice: "Are you angry? Blame me for not protecting you well?" His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became deeper: "Yes, a swordsman should not lose his sword no matter what..."

"—Otherwise, he doesn't deserve to have it anymore!"

The sword suddenly started to vibrate, and the strange tremor spread from the palm of his hand to the bottom of the master's heart, and the gray-clothed swordsman let out a sad and painful laugh.

Yu Wanwan opened his mouth wide and got goosebumps when he heard it.

After a long, long time, a drop of water fell.

Sword God has tears in his smile, is it hatred?Still regret?

In any case, the vibration of the sword body has stopped.

"Hmm..." The little monster slowly moved over. She felt that Niu Niuzi's current state of mind was not right. She was worried about irritating the other party, so she paraphrased carefully: "The sword is not angry, it is so happy."

A sword split the car, because she and it both disliked the slowness of this means of transportation, and wanted to let the horse run away before driving it bigger.Hearing what the master said just now, and seeing the dawn of freedom, he wept with joy.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

He let out a breath and said slowly: "I am also very happy."

Yu Wanwan blinked her crescent eyes to become more confused, walked up to the man in gray, and looked at him carefully.I saw that the other party's eyes were bloodshot and his head was sweating profusely. At some point, he bit his lower lip until he was about to bleed.

Oh, it turned out that the sword god didn't cry.

Jian murmured in a low voice, saying that he just lost a big sweat.

"Dang lang~" Wanwan felt that the other party should have calmed down, so he knocked on the edge of the bowl to attract attention, and said in a tone like offering a treasure: "Although the car is broken and the horse is gone, don't panic. I'm smart and prepared!"

Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently: "Oh."

The tone of this word is between doubt and conclusion.

Although his face looked stinky, the little monster was very happy that the other party returned to his calm attitude, and continued to show off: "I helped the sword upgrade and evolve, it is now extremely powerful!"

Sword God Furui Wubo's eyes did not move.

He really didn't give face, let her ponder for a long time, and the rich vocabulary that she wanted to introduce grandly was blocked in her throat, and she couldn't cough it out or swallow it.

"You should ask me now, where is the power?"

The little monster puffed up his mouth and reminded him with a good temper.

But Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have never heard of it.

He held the sword in one hand, and his steps were stiff and mechanical, as if he was dragging his heavy body with perseverance. His voice was far away, as if it came from outside: "Stay where you are, don't follow me."

"Why duck?" Yu Wanwan followed a few steps and stopped abruptly.

"...You did a good deed." The Sword God answered her with forbearance.

Following the voice, the blade of the sword began to tremble again.

It was extremely difficult for Ximen Chuuxue to leave, but he exhausted all his tenderness and said softly: "Don't worry, I will never abandon you again, I swear on my life."

The little monster was holding the bowl and was stunned, these short words were dancing on her almost negligible knowledge of the world.After much difficulty, I finally figured it out from the babble of the sword: "No wow, you misunderstood."

Jian said that it really didn't want to stare at its master's buttocks.

—It was struggling, struggling very hard.

But Ximen Chuuxue held it even tighter. No living thing could completely violate the iron law of its owner, perhaps the Creator.

Yu Wanwan silently watched them go further and further away.

She was guilty, she gave up, she betrayed her partner.

There was only time before the gray-clothed swordsman got into the dense forest again, and shouted loudly because he remembered something, and the loud voice startled the birds to fly:

"—Brother A Niu, do you have enough toilet paper?"

This is a very reasonable suspicion, after all, the car is rotten.

Hearing this, the Sword God slowly turned his head.

He spit out a single word, pronounced G.

Yu Wanwan pricked up her ears but didn't hear clearly.

After thinking about it for a while, she thought that the word might be "Gan".

Apparently, he couldn't wait to solve the important life event of Wugu reincarnation. As a monster, she didn't have any troubles in this aspect, but knew that it couldn't wait—so, she was his only hope!

Thinking of this, the understanding little monster ascended to heaven in place.

The small restaurant has invited other guests away, and it is extremely clean.

Yihua Palace has always liked to book out venues, and this extravagance problem has existed since Mr. Wuque first entered the arena.It's not that he loves publicity on purpose, it's just that he has always been like this, and the maids naturally serve him properly, bragging for nothing.

At that time, she was secretly slandered by Iron Girl.

It's hard to say because the one who met by chance was the one who was rescued.

But now, the iron girl who has become Mrs. Hua grabbed the sleeve of the person beside her, pursed her lips and said: "Now this is the property of Mr. Hua Qigong's family. The shopkeeper will not accept money. If we clear the place, won't it affect others Business?"

"The shopkeeper made his own decision, and I acquiesced." The young man in white picked up the porcelain spoon, took a mouthful of eight-treasure rice to his sweetheart's lips, and said warmly: "The Hua family was half a step ahead that day, and Yihua Palace is not easy to fight, otherwise there is no need to fight." It's such a hassle..."

How could he be willing to be disturbed by outsiders when he revisited the old place.

"'Little Suzhou' is an old brand, and the Jiangnan Hua family has brilliant eyes. As friends, we are blessed." The girl in purple bent her lips, opened her mouth to swallow her favorite sweets, and chewed slowly.

Hua Wuque still wanted to feed her, but her sweetheart turned her head away and cast a reproachful look: "It's not that I don't have long hands." That's what she said, but after she grabbed the spoon, she stretched it out in front of him: "Try Taste, is it more delicious than before?"

Knowing that he doesn't like sweets, Tie Xinlan did it on purpose.

The young man in white slightly raised the corners of his lips, and opened them obediently.

The newlyweds were just mixing oil with honey, but they heard some strange noises from downstairs, it seemed that the shopkeeper who was hospitable to the guests had a dispute with others.

Iron girl didn't show more prudence when she got married, on the contrary, she liked to join in the fun even more, so she went to see it right away.Hua Wuque naturally let her go, and followed her step by step. He liked the vivid and bright brilliance in his wife's almond eyes.

It would be great if it was all born because of him.

"Huamanlou agreed for me to come, and I was looking for 'Little Suzhou', that's right." The little girl in red and yellow clothes raised her neck and stared at the shopkeeper and the boy: "He promised me that I can come, but I can't talk or not." Count."

The shopkeeper of this branch is a middle-aged fat man.

It wasn't hot yet, but he was sweating anxiously.

Isn't it fatal? The ladies in the palace all have cold faces.

From the corner of the eye, I caught sight of the two honored guests following the sound, their voices became weaker with nervousness, and they said sternly, "Little girl, this is not a place for you to make trouble! If you are too poor to afford food, my master will give you money every month." Good porridge, don't get in the way here!"

He had no bad intentions, but he was convinced that the other party was a liar.

Some time ago, my seventh young master told me to pay attention to a little girl with a bowl on her head, with a large beautiful birthmark on her face.

This girl's face is white and clean, nothing is there!

Ever since Yihua Palace changed to a new owner, even though everyone in the Jianghu no longer ran away upon hearing the news, he was still flustered and his calves were trembling.It was for her own good to drive this girl away.

"Who has no money? I have money!" Yu Wanwan angrily took off the bowl on his head, and showed him a look - the shopkeeper saw a small piece of silver, and after a flash, he was caught by the girl. The child hides again.

"..." At most, I want a bowl of eight-treasure rice and thousand-layer cake.

They are a new opening of a hundred-year-old store, an industry giant!

The shopkeeper's thinking diverged for an instant, and he returned immediately.

The most urgent task is to get rid of this inexplicable girl, otherwise there will be no business in the vertical transfer flower palace, and the seventh young master will also blame them for not entertaining them well.

Just about to order the servants to carry her out, the beauty in purple had already opened her mouth and asked curiously: "Are you really Huamanlou's friend?" The young man in white walked slowly beside her, smiling and not saying a word.

Yu Wanwan recognized that she had eaten their mouthfuls of dog food, nodded, and said aggrievedly with her mouth flattened: "I still left a bowl for him." How generous, she adores the precious bowl, and now she doesn't have it. Acknowledgement.

Tie Xinlan and Hua Wuque looked at each other.

With a tacit understanding, he naturally sensed the deep meaning in the opponent's eyes.

"You...are you hungry?" After a pause, the girl in purple said softly, "We haven't eaten a few bites of the dishes we ordered, so if you don't mind, let's have a taste together."

The little monster has a great affection for everyone who is willing to invite him to eat, except for the sword god.She licked her lips, a little greedy, but firmly refused: "I have to get some toilet paper back first."

In fact, she only wanted to take the urgent things.

But when I got to the place, I felt that it would be a loss if I didn't bring something to eat.She is neither willing to suffer, nor to suffer.

The man in white frowned slightly: "Why... this thing?"

The perfect young master who looks like a banished fairy seems to be indecent even if he touches his lips.

Yu Wanwan said in a deep voice, "Ximen is bragging, waiting for me!"

So serious and solemn, her immature shoulders seem to be carrying a heavy burden.