Quiet Night Thought of Ancient Sword and Qi Tan

The night in Tianyong City has always been quiet, but the vicinity of the Sword Tower is no longer as peaceful as it used to be.

In Murong Jing's room, there was only one oil lamp that dimly illuminated the room.Murong Jing fell asleep lying on the bed with her face turned sideways, with wet tears still in the corners of her eyes.He only wore a bellyband and trousers on his body, and the back was covered with white gauze, and blood was faintly oozing in some places.

Zi Yin stood by the bed, frowning at the blood oozing from the gauze.Murong Jing was already eight years old, her back was injured, and the head of the school handled the matter in a low-key manner, so Ling Yue had no choice but to ask Fu Bing to help Murong Jing apply the medicine, but Fu Bing's method was obviously not professional.Murong Jing is now "famous" in Tianyong City, and in addition to her usual popularity, no one is willing to help Murong Jing.So no matter how bad Fu Bing's technique is, he can only do this first.

"Red jade." Ziyin called softly, and the next second a woman in red knelt down at his feet.

"Come and give her some medicine." Ziyin handed Ruby a bottle of Empress Xuanshuang, then turned her back to Murong Jing and looked up at the bright moon in the sky at a 45-degree angle.

"Yes." Hongyu took the medicine, and seeing the master's reaction, she couldn't help but scrutinized Murong Jing carefully. After a moment, Hongyu stretched out her hand to untie Murong Jing's gauze.

The wound where the blood oozes has opened, presumably it is the result of Murong Jing's restless movement, although the wound has been cleaned, but the bandage is not tightly wrapped, after a long period of oxidation, the wound has turned black again, at first glance Look, it's scary.

Rao Yihongyu's thousands of years of experience couldn't help but secretly smacking her tongue, she knew the master's disposition, although she looked stern on the outside, she was as gentle as water on the inside.Now that he would beat his disciple like this, how did Miss Fu Jing provoke the master to go to war?

"How is her injury?" Ziyin asked.

After examining it carefully, Hongyu replied: "The injury is not serious, it just looks scary. After taking the medicine and recuperating for a while, it will be fine."

Zi Yin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "You... just take care of her, don't let her know you first."

Hongyu nodded: "Of order."

Hongyu carefully applied the medicine to Murong Jing. When the cool ointment was applied to the wound, the girl seemed to feel a little better, and hummed twice.When Hongyu felt the girl moaning, Ziyin moved, as if she was going to look back, but forcibly stopped her figure.

All of this was seen by Hongyu, the master obviously felt sorry for the young lady, and pleaded with the headmaster for her, and kept her under great pressure. Worried that the young lady's wounds would not be taken care of, she woke up the sleeping girl. Own.All of this was kept from the young lady, and she treated the young lady severely every day. It can be said that Hongyu had never seen the master treat a person so attentively.

After applying the medicine swiftly on her hands and feet, and wrapping the gauze again, Hongyu gathered Murong Jing's somewhat messy hair and placed it by her side.After a year, Murong Jing's hair has grown from the original shoulder-length short hair to her chest, and her appearance has also changed slightly. She doesn't look like a tomboy when she just cut her hair short.

Because Murong Jing was injured on her back, Hong Yu covered Murong Jing's lower body with a blanket. Fortunately, Kunlun Mountain is like spring all the year round, and Ziyin has put a barrier around this room to keep warm, so it is not very cold even at night. cold.

"Master, it's ready." Hongyu got up and said.

Ziyin turned around, looked at the sleeping girl lying on the bed, and was slightly moved: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hongyu saw a trace of nostalgia in Ziyin's eyes, and when she looked carefully again, Ziyin's eyes returned to the look of ancient well without waves.

Hongyu frowned secretly, she was sure she read it right, could it be that this child has some relationship with the master?

Looking at Murong Jing again, Hong Yu also had some inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

"You... go back first." Ziyin ordered, Hongyu backed away in response.

Gently stroking Murong Jing's forehead, Ziyin sat down beside Murong Jing, for a long time, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and sighed softly.

"Qingyi..."

"Junior Sister, are you feeling better?" Murong Jing was woken up by Ling Yue's door calling.

Getting up in a daze, he accidentally touched the wound on his back, and Murong Jing grinned in pain.

"Brother, I'm still alive, don't be so anxious." Hearing Ling Yue's hasty knock on the door, Murong Jing said weakly.

"Ling Yue, why are you here so early?" Fu Bing's unexpected voice came from outside the door.

"Good morning, Senior Sister Fubing, I don't know if the injury of Junior Sister is good or not, I'll take a look."

"The medicine I just took yesterday, how can it be so fast today? I think Fu Jing will have to lie down for half a month, and the younger brother is too impatient. Look at this early in the morning, and the younger sister Fu Jing hasn't woken up yet, so she can't do anything." Changing clothes alone, can you help her change her medicine or dress her when you come?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door, Murong Jing was sure that Ling Yue must have blushed, lying on the bed and sniggering unkindly.

Hey, what can an eight-year-old child develop, let alone her own back injury, her chest is all messed up with gauze, even if she doesn't wear clothes, she can't see anything except her arms, these people It's also really conservative.

Thinking of this, Murong Jing lowered her head and looked at her chest, but suddenly froze.

How could she remember that what Fubing bandaged her yesterday wasn't like this?

Yesterday when Fubing bandaged her, she was in excruciating pain, and Fubing's craftsmanship was indeed frightening. She actually tied a big knot on her chest, which eventually rolled into a big knot. Pimples, when Murong Jing went to sleep at night, she still thought this thing really hindered her sleep.

But now, the gauze on her chest is flat and neat. This technique is simply like a professional nurse!

Why?Nurse?what is that?

I was stunned by the words that popped up in my mind suddenly.Murong Jing scratched her head, at the same time Fu Bing greeted Murong Jing and walked in.

"Junior Sister Fu Jing is up?" Fu Bing smiled when she saw Murong Jing sitting on the bed, and picked up Murong Jing's clothes and put them on her while talking.

"Eh... Good morning, Senior Sister." Murong Jing came back to her senses: "That...Senior Sister, you helped me bandage yesterday, right?"

Fu Bing nodded: "Yes." Looking at Murong Jing's gauze, she was puzzled for a moment: "Eh... I wrapped this?"

Murong Jing: "..."

Fu Bing raised her eyebrows: "Yesterday was too dark to see clearly. It turns out that my craftsmanship is so good. It's also thanks to Junior Sister that you yelled so loudly yesterday, which caused Junior Brother Lingyue to look at me very strangely."

Murong Jing: "..."

When Murong Jing was sweating profusely watching Fu Bing's self-indulgence, Ling Yue's voice outside the door broke the atmosphere: "Junior Sister, can I come in?"

Murong Jing hurriedly called out: "Brother, come in!"

Ling Yue heard the words and entered the room with breakfast in his hand.

"Senior brother, you're so kind!" Murong Jing looked at the food in Ling Yue's hands, her eyes glowed green: "I'm almost starving to death!"

"Slow down." Ling Yue held Murong Jing who was screaming and about to get up, and said: "Your wound hasn't healed yet, so don't move too much, what if it cracks."

"Oh, it's less of a pain than death of starvation!" Murong Jing took a steamed bun and took a bite.

"You, you, you look like a starving ghost." Fu Bing shook her head.

"So it's a big deal to die of starvation." Murong Jing said while eating, and accidentally choked.

"I told you to slow down." Ling Yue hurriedly handed over the water: "Take a small mouth, like a girl."

Upon hearing this, Murong Jing couldn't stand it: "Oh, you are really masters and apprentices. The old ones stare at me all day to learn etiquette. After finally getting through it, you talk about me again."

Fu Bing reached out and tapped Murong Jing on the head: "Little girl, it's not for your own good! How can you be so crazy all the time?"

Ling Yue said: "Don't be disrespectful to Master! Master is going out to visit friends in the past few days, so you should heal your injuries honestly and don't cause trouble again."

As soon as Zi Yin was mentioned, Murong Jing snorted: "That smelly old man..."

"Junior Sister!" Ling Gao yelled loudly.

"Isn't it? Ning Dan knew that he stood up for Ling Yu, but that stinky old man only punished me! He beat me like this!" Murong Jing became more and more wronged as she talked: "Where is he my master? How can he treat me like this?" As his apprentice? Lie me down the mountain, just to torture me like this?"

"Shut up!" Seeing that Murong Jing's words became more and more outrageous, Ling Yue hurriedly stopped: "Master is also for your own good, otherwise why would you stay here? You should think about it during the confinement period!" After finishing speaking, he turned and left .

Looking at Ling Yue's leaving back, Murong Jing snorted disdainfully.

Seeing her recalcitrant appearance, Fubing could only shake her head and leave with a sigh.

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Just after noon, the residual heat of the afternoon still lingers on the ground, and the whole town is covered with a golden halo, which makes people feel extra warm.

This is a peaceful and peaceful town. Although it is not a restaurant right now, a tavern in the town is very lively.Because now is the time when the farming is slack, a few men are drinking small wine at the table, and from time to time they talk about new things that are short-lived by their parents, such as whose pig has given birth again, whose girl is about to leave the cabinet, and who is in the house again? Lost in the gambling house, messed up and so on.

Although there are not many taverns in the town, there are several of them. At this time, this humble tavern is the only one that can have four or five tables of guests.As for the reasons why these drinkers come here, one is because the sorghum wine in this tavern is the strongest alcohol in this town, which is very popular with these men.Second, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in this tavern is the only one in the whole town. It is said that after the altar is opened, it is really fragrant, and after a taste, it is as wonderful as entering a fairyland.However, this sweet-scented osmanthus brew does not mean that you can drink it as soon as you can drink it.In addition to the high price, the quantity of sweet-scented osmanthus brewing is also limited. If the proprietress is in a bad mood, you can't buy it even if you have money.Therefore, most of the people who come here to drink only come to drink some sorghum wine. Those who are not able to drink can drink some glutinous rice wine brewed in the tavern, which is also mellow and refreshing with a long aftertaste.

As for the third reason for coming here, it is also the most important reason.Most of the men who come here to drink will secretly glance at the proprietress here from time to time.

"Miss Boss, another half catty of sorghum wine!" shouted a table of guests.

"Hey!" A woman in a gray linen dress behind the counter responded, looking up and forgetting.

After seeing the woman's appearance clearly, these men couldn't help but suck their saliva.

The fair skin can be broken by blows, and there are a pair of round and bright eyes embedded in the oval face, which seems to be able to absorb people's souls. The small pink tongue occasionally exposed from the slightly parted cherry lips makes people infinitely reverie. This woman It's like the beauties who came out of that painting, making these elders who have never been out of the small town dumbfounded.

The woman didn't have too many accessories on her body, and her clothes were the most common coarse linen clothes. Her hair was only tied behind her head with a hair tie, leaving a few strands scattered around her cheeks. Then she was dressed in the most common way, which just made her People think this woman is very delicate.

The woman glanced at the table of guests asking for wine, pouted her lips a little unhappy, and a voice like a silver bell echoed in the tavern: "Brother Liu, do you four men only order half a catty of sorghum wine together?" ? No, it makes people laugh. If you can’t drink enough, you can have a pot of glutinous rice wine in the store, and the wine will not be intoxicating.”

The people at the next tables laughed out loud following what the proprietress said.

"Haha, proprietress, don't tell me, this Liu Dali is particularly fearful of guilt, probably because his wife didn't let him go to the kang for three days after he got drunk last time, so he didn't dare to drink anymore. Hahaha!"

"Yes, yes, Madam Boss, you just give your big brother Liu a pot of rice bar for the sake of working on the floor for three days in a row."

"He doesn't dare to go back drunk, even if he drinks a little more, his wife will have to screw him for a long time!"

"You...you..." Liu Dali blushed at the words of these people: "You bastards, you talk as if you are not afraid of your wife. Pan Laosan, last time Who bought the wrong things on the street and got his wife scolding him bloody? Boss of the Zhang family, don’t be too happy, I don’t know who cried and complained that all the money in the house was controlled by the wife when I drank with me last time. If you want to buy some wine and meat, you have to look at the woman's face!"

"Hey! Liu Dali, which pot is not open, which pot do you carry?"

"You guys said it first! What's wrong with fear? This is our family's business. I'm happy to spoil my wife, who cares?" Liu Dali rolled his eyes.

"That's right, Brother Liu! I'm just saying this to you, this half a catty of sorghum wine, it's not your account today." The proprietress pursed her lips and smiled, and gave Xiaoer a wink, and Xiaoer was quick Wine was served.

"The proprietress is refreshing!" Liu Dali took the wine happily.

"I said Ma'am, when we can talk to you, why don't we have a drink?" A few men beside him said with a smile.

The proprietress looked at them, then rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere: "Just wait, maybe one day I'll be in a good mood and I'll save you."

The eyes rolled, making the guests at this table salivate again.

The proprietress is beautiful, but she is a flower with thorns.No one knew where the proprietress came from, they only knew that the proprietress was not easy to mess with.Although the town is simple and honest, there are not many hooligans and hooligans, but not many does not mean that there are no.When it first opened, there were also a few hooligans with malicious intentions who saw that the proprietress was beautiful and had no men, so they deliberately stepped forward to find fault with them.However, these people were soon interrupted by the seemingly harmless flower proprietress and thrown out of the tavern, where they lay on the bed for more than a month, and no one dared to think of the proprietress again.But men, there is always something dirty in their mouths, that is, they have had a mouthful, and the proprietress never cares about it. After this, the business of this tavern has boomed not long after it settled in this small town.

At this time, a guest walked into the door of the tavern.

"Yo...you are..." Xiao Er hurried forward to greet the guest when he saw the guest coming in, but lost his voice when he saw the visitor.

And the drinkers stopped talking after the man entered the tavern.

For a while, it was very quiet.

The person who came was wearing a wide-sleeved taoist robe with a white background and a blue border, and a big red sword tassel around his waist. The jade belt showed the person's slender figure. The most surprising thing was that the person's eyebrows and hair were all white. His face was still youthful.The aura around him is even more like that of an immortal, making people unable to help but look up.

"Can you choose a secluded place to sit down for me?" The white-haired priest saw Xiao Er staying there, so he had to ask.

"Sit down? Sit down? What? Ahhhh!!!" Xiaoer heard the Taoist priest's words and hadn't reacted yet, and suddenly came back to his senses after chanting a few times: "Oh, yes yes, please, Taoist priest! "While talking, he welcomed the Taoist leader into the tavern.

"Where do you want to sit, Daoist?" Xiaoer asked, pointing to the empty seat in the hall.

The white-haired Taoist took a long meal.

"Xiaoer, go greet other customers first, I'm here." A crisp female voice brought everyone back to reality, and it was indeed the proprietress who had been inside the counter all along.

"Oh, proprietress, then I'll do other things first." Seeing the proprietress walking towards this side, Xiao Er hastily got out of the way.

The proprietress walked to the side of the white-haired priest unhurriedly, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Since the Taoist priest wants to be clean, please follow me to sit in the corner of the hall. My shop is small, Also, please don't dislike the fact that there is no private room to serve you."

The white-haired priest shook his head: "It's okay."

The proprietress led the white-haired priest to a table and chair in the corner of the hall and sat down: "I don't know what the priest wants to order?"

"A few side dishes, a pot of tea is good."

"Hey, Daoist. We are a tavern here, and we don't have clear tea." The proprietress covered her mouth and smiled: "There is a teahouse in the town, but it has closed down because it is busy with weddings recently. The Daoist will come soon. If you come to our tavern, you must try our tavern's signature 'Osmanthus Brew'. It's the first time for the Taoist priest to come, and I saw that the Taoist priest fell in love with him again, and this wine was invited by the little girl."

"This……"

"Don't decline the Taoist priest, but don't say such things as poor people who are not good at drinking. You are a Taoist priest, not a monk, and drinking a little wine is not considered a violation of the precepts." Osmanthus stuffed Kaifeng!"

"Okay!" Xiao Er replied, got up and went to the backyard.After serving a few side dishes, he turned around and went back. After a short while, he took back a jar of wine and slapped the mud seal in the hall. Suddenly, a clear scent of wine filled the entire tavern.

"Wow, it's so fragrant! Is this the legendary sweet-scented osmanthus brew?"

"That's right, it's this smell! I've smelled this scent three times, and every time I feel like I'm going to be drunk to death in this scent, this smell is absolutely unmistakable! And this altar seems to be stronger than before. It smells even better!"

"Short oil, this is really fragrant. The fragrance alone is already so intoxicating. Doesn't the soul fly away after drinking it?"

"Stinky boy, do you think this is □□ then? The resurrection is gone..."

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The white-haired Taoist priest looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine placed in front of him, and nodded: "It is indeed a good wine."

The proprietress smiled, showing two pear dimples, and poured a glass of wine herself: "Please taste it, Taoist priest."

The white-haired priest paused, looked to the side, and straightened his gaze again.

The proprietress understood when she saw the Taoist priest's actions. She took a few steps to the center of the hall and shouted at the drinkers who were staring at the two of them, "What are you looking at? What are you looking at! Look again, be careful that the old lady will put you Pull out the eyeballs!"

Everyone knew the temper of the proprietress, and knew that their behavior was impolite, so they had no choice but to look away and continue punching and drinking, but their voices were involuntarily lowered, for fear of disturbing that fairy-like figure.

The proprietress saw that everyone had calmed down, so she went back to the white-haired Daoist's table: "The Daoist is laughing."

The white-haired Taoist priest looked indifferent: "Where, I'm the one who bothered you." After speaking, he raised his wine glass and took a sip.

The white-haired Taoist priest put the wine glass on the table without comment, and the proprietress didn't ask any further questions. She seemed to ask casually, "Where is the Taoist priest's fairy mountain? Why did you come to this remote town?"

The white-haired Taoist priest replied: "Just traveling around, I heard that a famous sword was born near here, so I came here to look for it."

"Famous sword?" The proprietress rolled her eyes: "But the Shuihan sword?"

"The girl also knows this sword?"

"I just heard that the Shuihan Sword is very cold. It is said that as long as you wield this sword, even the scorching heat can instantly turn into a cold winter. This sword is very suitable for summer."

"The girl was joking."

"So the Taoist priest saw Shui Hanjian during this trip?"

"Pindao hasn't seen it yet."

"Hehe, I'm afraid the Taoist priest has found the wrong place." The proprietress covered her mouth and smiled, "In our Ping'an Town, we have never heard of anyone making a famous sword. Majiazhuang, which is dozens of miles away."

"Majiazhuang?"

"That's right. Some time ago, a businessman who went to Majiazhuang for business stopped in my tavern. He said that he found some treasure in Majiazhuang. It was a cold sword. Among these famous swords, Only Shui Hanjian matches what the merchant said."

"The girl knows a lot."

"Where is it, it's just some superficial knowledge, so that the Daoist laughed. I don't know what the name of the Daoist is?"

"The name of the poor Taoist is Ziyin."

"Ziyin...Ziyin...heh??? Ziyin??!!!" The proprietress suddenly opened her eyes wide, and looked at the white-haired Taoist priest in front of her with an incredulous expression. "The Daoist is right, but the elder who held the sword in Yongcheng that day, the real Ziyin who is known as the No. 1 Yujian in the world?"

"I don't dare to be No. 1 of Yujian under heaven. Pindao is indeed the sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City." Master Ziyin shook his head.

"Oh my God... I never expected to meet the famous Elder Ziyin in such a remote Ping'an Town... What a little girl's honor!" The proprietress blushed with excitement.

"I think the girl has some roots in Taoism, and the girl knows the poor way and Tianyong City, but she is a fellow?" Ziyin asked.

"Where... where... little girl, little girl is just a little rudimentary and has a rough understanding of Taoism."

"Oh? Dare I ask where the girl is from?"

"Little girl..." The proprietress was about to answer when a teasing voice came from the door.

"Hey, who is here, who can actually let our beautiful boss lady accompany you personally?"

The speaker had a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, was wearing a brown-yellow dress, and his two small eyes were rolling around. There were three people standing behind him, all staring at the proprietress.Because there was a wine cabinet blocking the corners, I didn't see the real Ziyin who was hidden behind.

The proprietress saw that the man who had spoken made a confession to Master Ziyin, she stood up and walked to the door, and scolded with a smile: "Who am I talking about? ?”

The man cried when he heard this: "Grandma, I don't have the guts to provoke you, even if I borrow my guts, I don't dare to do that. Last time I had to lie down for a full month before I could walk. This time I came The younger buddies heard that the sorghum wine here is strong, so they came over to drink some, aunt, you little mouth, you shouldn’t have talked like that just now, just treat me as a fart and let me go.”

The people drinking in the tavern suddenly burst into laughter: "Haha, lady boss, this guy is completely scared by you!"

"Hehe, my little brother doesn't know good and evil, and he offended the young lady before." A big man behind the man smiled: "But it's no wonder, the young lady is young and beautiful, and she doesn't have a man, so the brothers naturally covet her. If a young lady favors someone who can accompany her for a drink or two, it's not in vain to have a flair, and you'll have something to brag about when you go back, right?"

"Hey, it's my aunt's honor to say that, the guest officer? Do you want me to accompany you for a glass or two? It's very expensive for my aunt to accompany you. If I drink this small cup, you will have to drink ten catties of sorghum wine. How about drinking it within a stick of incense, and not leaving until you finish drinking it?" The proprietress smiled with her hands on her hips.

"Hey, it's not easy to drink your wine, little lady, ten catties? Even the water will burst your belly, little lady, you are so ruthless, you are so ruthless before you get married, you will have it later Your husband is amazing." Hearing this, the big man laughed, and the people around him also burst into laughter.The big man said again: "Little lady, you see that I am also a good-looking talent. You will not be wronged if I accompany you with a glass of wine. Can I buy ten catties of sorghum wine?"

These men talk about molesting, but the proprietress also knows in her heart that they will not really do anything. Every day a few men come to see her, a single woman running the tavern, and they will basically make a few words of molesting. If you don't reach out and hit the smiling person, those people will pass by talking about it.So at this time, the proprietress was not angry when she heard that the big man asked her to accompany her for a drink, and teased a few words with her.However, as soon as the big man's words hit the ground, there was a force behind him that lifted the big man into the air, and smashed it onto an empty table in the hall, smashing the table to pieces.

Everyone was startled, only to see a man dressed as a son looked at the big man who kept fucking on the ground with resentment, and said sharply: "How dare you molested a good woman in broad daylight! I will teach you a lesson today!"

The room was silent again, but everyone seemed to feel faintly that this was just the calm before the storm.Needless to say anything else, just look at the proprietress whose face has turned dark instantly since the young man appeared.

"Mu! Rong! Lie!" The proprietress, who was laughing and scolding with everyone just now, instantly turned into Hell Yama, and shouted at the young man in Huayi: "I don't need you to meddle in my business with a shop here! You Beat my customers and let me continue to open the door for business!"

The young master called Murong Lie couldn't help being stunned when he saw the boss lady treating him like this, and then he became angry and said loudly: "I did it for your own good! He just molested you, didn't you hear? I'm helping you!"

"Which eye of yours saw him teasing me?"

"Isn't it flirting if he asks you to drink with him?"

"I didn't really drink with him! Besides, I'm not angry. Why do you have nothing to do when you have nothing to do? If I want to do it, it's your turn?"

"You! In short, I just don't allow other people to touch you, even with their mouths!" Murong Lie blushed and roared.

"I said..." a man who was with the big guy interjected.

"It's none of your business!" The proprietress and Murong Lie shouted at him together.

"Eh..." The man took a step back after being yelled at, and didn't dare to speak.

"Who do you think you are? Why is this not allowed and that not allowed?"

"Why? Just because I am your future husband!"

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As soon as he said a word, everyone in the room was shocked.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!" the proprietress shouted loudly, her face flushed, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed.

"I'm not talking nonsense! You accepted my dowry, and you are my future wife! I... I will definitely marry you in!" Murong Lie's handsome face also had a tinge of blush.

"The dowry? What dowry?" The proprietress frowned.

"It's my family's sword, the Water-Breaking Sword!" Murong Lie said seriously, "I use my family's sword as a dowry, and I'm serious!"

"Broken Water Sword?" The proprietress was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolled away, as if she remembered something, her whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the sound of a lion's roar made people's ears hurt: "Stinky boy, so You were the one who threw the murder weapon in the backyard of my tavern that day!!!!" A whip appeared in his hand at some point, and he lashed at Murong Lie: "It's hard to understand if you don't open your body today! The hatred in my heart!"

"Jiang Qingyi! What are you fussing about?!" Murong Lie yelled while avoiding the whip in the proprietress' hand.

"What's wrong with me? Do you know that the sword fell from the sky and almost cut off my little er's nose and destroyed a wooden barrel in my house! My little errand didn't get out of bed for three days and kept talking about someone To kill him!"

"Nonsense! Who wants to kill him! That's obviously my betrothal gift for you!"

"Have you been hired like this? It's almost a life! There is only one sword, what's going on? Ah !!!! I just cheated by you as a cheap sword. ? A sword is a sword, the question is what happened when you threw it directly from the backyard?!!!”

"I, how do I know! I didn't throw it! I..." Murong Lie was about to distinguish, when he suddenly turned his head and remembered something.

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"Master, do you really want to give the heirloom sword to Miss Jiang as a dowry?" Murong Lie's servant, Wan Fu, had a bitter face.

"That's right, Qing Yi is not an ordinary woman, how could she be interested in an ordinary dowry?" Murong Lie wiped the Broken Water Sword.

"Uh... then young master, what are you going to do for Miss Jiang?"

"Well... there must be something new, so that she will never forget it in her life!" Murong Lie thought for a while: "But I can't give it to her personally, otherwise it would be embarrassing for her to refuse me... No, no. How could she possibly Reject me! I treat her so well..."

After thinking for a long time, Murong Lie waved at Wanfu: "Wanfu, I have a task for you."

"Master, what's the matter." Wanfu's hairs stood on end when he saw Murong Lie's expression, and his intuition told him that there must be nothing good.

"You, find a way to send this water-breaking sword to her." Murong Lie waved his hand, setting the task.

"Ah???? Shall I deliver it?" Wanfu's eyes widened: "Master, absolutely not!"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

"Master, Miss Jiang has a very strong self-esteem, if she sees a villain holding a sword and tells her that this is a betrothal gift for her, she will beat the villain so much that even my mother won't recognize me! "

"How could it be? Qingyi is very reasonable when she's not convulsed."

"...Young master, you also said that it is when Miss Jiang is not convulsing... Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, you should spare the villain's life..."

"If you want to send it, you can send it, why are you so wordy! If it doesn't work, just throw the sword to her!"

"Master..."

"Don't say anything else, hurry up!"

"Okay...young master, this is what you said..."

"Go, go, go!"

———————I am the dividing line at the end of memories———————

"Wanfu..." Murong Lie's face was livid, he was just talking casually at the time, but this guy actually threw the sword directly, or directly threw it into the backyard...

The picture of how he would interrogate Wanfu after he went back appeared in his mind, but he could only imagine Wanfu crying and saying: Young master, I did everything according to your orders.By the way, adding a bit of wind and snow around him made Wanfu's innocence even more apparent, and he himself became an out-and-out black-hearted master.

"Qingyi, listen to my explanation!!!"

"Explain what, today I have to peel off your skin!!!" The proprietress swung her whip imperceptibly towards Murong Lie.

"Jiang Qingyi! If you continue like this, I won't be polite!" Murong Lie also got angry, and he unsheathed the sword in his hand to meet the whip.

The two fought from the inside to the outside of the store, but after suffering from all the drinkers, they all cried their faces. These two people were fighting at the entrance of the store. You beat me with a sword. These people ran away if they wanted to. no.

Master Ziyin took a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in a calm manner, looked at the two people who were fighting happily, sighed insignificantly, moved their fingertips slightly, and the weapons of the two people were taken off their hands , fell to the ground.

The two people who had lost their weapons stood there staring at each other, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Who dropped my sword?" Murong Lie couldn't stare at Jiang Qingyi, so he had to find the person who dropped his weapon to vent his anger.

Jiang Qingyi thought about it for a while and understood what was going on. Thinking of the fact that there was a great person in her tavern, she had just come here to embarrass herself again, and seeing Murong Lie's ignorant shouting at this time, she just calmed down. Xia's anger flared up again: "You blame others for not being able to hold a sword yourself. You still want to marry this girl with your three-legged cat's ability. Don't even think about it in your next life!"

"Jiang Qingyi! You are so fierce, who else would dare to marry you except me!"

"You don't need to worry about the important things in this girl's life, Young Master Murong. Even if I marry a pig or a dog, I will not marry you!"

"Jiang Qingyi! You!!!" Murong Lie was in a hurry and turned around to leave.

"Stop!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Jiang Qingyi hurriedly said.

Murong Lie was a little happy, and said with a slight smile, "What's the matter with calling me?" Seeing that I was about to leave, didn't she think about it?

Jiang Qingyi pointed to the tables and chairs in the store that were knocked apart by the big man: "First pay for the money you beat and the broken tables and chairs!"

"You!" Murong Lie trembled angrily, stared at Jiang Qingyi for a while, took out a large silver coin from his bosom, threw it on the table, and left.

Jiang Qingyi put away the money and threw some money to the big man: "Is it enough for your medical expenses?"

The big man put away the silver and nodded again and again: "Enough, enough!"

Jiang Qingyi looked around at everyone in the store, and stared with beautiful eyes: "What are you looking at? Why don't you pay my old lady and get out!"

As soon as this sentence landed, the drinkers immediately took out their money and put it on the table and fled as quickly as possible.

"Miss Boss..." Xiaoer looked at Jiang Qingyi awkwardly.

"Clean up this, and then close the shop and give you half a day off." Jiang Qingyi said in a bad mood.

"Hey, yes, yes." Xiaoer quickly agreed.

After giving orders to Xiao Er, seeing that Master Ziyin was still sitting there alone pouring himself a drink, Jiang Qingyi walked over and said a little embarrassedly: "This... made the Master laugh just now, I..."

"It doesn't matter." Master Ziyin shook his head.

"Eh..." Jiang Qingyi was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help explaining: "It's all because of that Murong Lie. If it wasn't for him...the trouble wouldn't be like this. Do you think their Murong family is great? So what if the Broken Water Sword is the dowry gift?