Xia Yuan City, in front of the market tea shop.

At a four-legged square table, several idlers sat lazily on the long board, drinking a penny and a large bowl of minced tea, one of the idlers with his open clothes was spitting and talking, and the remaining few listened attentively.

"The white-clothed swordsman who picked the six martial arts halls in a row, including the Tiger Sword Pavilion, the Wind Sword Pavilion, the Divine Fist Pavilion, and the Cloud Piercing Sword Pavilion, turned to look at the deacon of the Martial Alliance who was full of pickles in his heart, and said coldly: 'You should die!' Then, a sword stabbed out, and suddenly, there was a trace of sword light left between heaven and earth, and the eyes of the stabbing person were painful, and he couldn't open them! And then ......"

Speaking of this, the idle man paused, picked up the big tea bowl in front of him, as if he wanted to taste tea, and took a small sip.

"What happened next? Hurry up! ”

"Just say it quickly!"

The rest of the idlers who were hearing the highlights looked at the idlers who deliberately stopped, and couldn't help urging urgently.

"I haven't eaten in the morning, and now I'm very hungry, when I go home to eat, I'll come back and tell you brothers in detail!"

The idler with the tea bowl said this, but his body didn't move.

Obviously, there was no intention of leaving at all.

The remaining idlers glanced at each other knowingly, and one of them stood up and shouted into the tea shop: "Shopkeeper Wang, bring us a plate of sweet bread!" ”

Then, he looked at the idler holding the tea bowl and said, "Can you continue to talk now?" ”

"Brothers, you're welcome, you're welcome!"

The idler holding the tea bowl put down the tea bowl, smiled and bowed his hand to the idlers around him, and then. He continued: "When the eyes of the people around you can see again. The deacon of the Martial League has fallen to the ground. There was a small but deep wound in the throat, and blood was bubbling out, and the pickled squirrel did not die immediately, but looked at the white-clothed swordsman very unwillingly, and asked intermittently, 'Why?' ’”

"yes, why?"

"I picked those martial arts halls in a row, it can be said that it is for the revenge of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion, what is this deacon of the Martial Alliance?"

A group of idlers asked puzzled.

"Of course I'm doing this Deacon of the Martial League. Or from the very beginning, it was this deacon of the Martial League who picked the head, and there were those martial arts halls who shot at the Shuiyue Sword Pavilion, this pickled goods were uneasy and kind from the beginning, and the white-clothed swordsman made a move on him, and he found the right master! Do you know no, there has been a big incident in the Martial Alliance recently, it seems that the old alliance leader is about to die, the new alliance leader has not yet been decided, and those who are qualified to be elected as the new alliance leader are all cheating. The martial arts hall below naturally has to be chosen! ”

The idler who told the story said mysteriously in a low voice.

"You mean?"

An idler exclaimed.

"Don't say it, don't say it, everyone knows it!"

The idler who told the story waved his hand.

Suddenly. A few idlers who reacted lowered their heads and drank tea.

As an idler on the street, I have seen a lot of things, and naturally I know what to say and what not to say, or what to listen to and what not to hear.

"That's what the white-clothed swordsman said?"

An idler asked, looking up.

"Of course not, the white-clothed swordsman didn't say this, but said some ......"

As if thinking of something funny, the idler who told the story couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What did the white-clothed swordsman say, so funny?"

"yes, what did you say?"

The idlers were interested again and asked again and again.

"'Thirty wen a day, three meals - they count me as thirty wen'!"

The idler who told the story said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

The idlers were puzzled.

"It's the condition that the eldest disciple of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion, Hongling, gave the white-clothed swordsman - to live in the Water Moon Sword Pavilion for one day, it only costs thirty Wen, and three meals are included!"

The idler explained.

"For the sake of thirty Wen, you can pick six martial arts halls in a row, and even kill the deacon of the Martial League, this, this is a bit too child's play, right?"

"That's it, this kind of strength is almost the same as our three young masters in Xia Yuan City, 'Soul Chasing', 'Split Eagle' and 'Drunken Swordsman', right? How could such a thing be done for the sake of thirty texts? ”

"Although the white-clothed swordsman is strong, he can't compare to the three young masters of our Xia Yuan City, right? You must know that these three are already grandmasters! However, even if it's a difference of one line, shouldn't you shoot again and again for thirty Wen? ”

The idlers around shook their heads, some sighed, and some didn't believe it.

Especially when it comes to the three young masters of Xia Yuan City, they all look reverent.

Then, they all looked at the idlers who were telling with disbelief, obviously they didn't want to believe that a figure close to the three young masters of Xia Yuan City would make a move for the sake of Thirty Wen.

"You're all stupid! I just said it, it's Hongling, the eldest disciple of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion! Does Hongling understand? Haven't you seen Hongling? That soft and weak appearance, looking at people's hearts, it is itchy and sweet! ”

The idlers who tell the story look like they can't be taught, and look at the idlers around them.

Suddenly, the idlers around him suddenly patted their heads, and then, in a more enthusiastic tone, they discussed what the white-clothed swordsman and Hongling had to say.

That kind of enthusiasm is far beyond the previous ones.

The so-called three young masters of Xia Yuan City were also left behind by them.

"Come, your snacks!"

Just when many idlers were chatting enthusiastically, a voice interjected, green and black silk gowns, rich appearance, with a warm smile, and the plate in his hand was filled with golden pastries, full of three layers, no less than twenty pieces.

"Lotus Cake!"

After many idlers just glanced at the rich man, their eyes were on the plate in the other party's hand, and they couldn't move it anymore, and a few of them even smelled the fragrance and kept swallowing their saliva.

"Shopkeeper Wang, what we want is sweet bread, but this is lotus cake ......"

The idler who told the story before, although his eyes were fixed on the lotus cake, his mind was still quite clear. If you don't care about it, take it with the flow. Let's talk about it after eating.

To know. A plate of sweet pastry is only three cents, and the lotus cake is two silver horns, and the lotus cake in front of me is full, obviously more than two silver horns.

There are too many differences between the two, but it's better to make it clear.

"This lotus cake will be given to the bit, and the tea money will be counted as my invitation!"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse with a rich face said with a smile, and at the same time put the plate in his hand on the table.

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang! Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang! ”

A group of idlers thanked one after another, and some of them couldn't wait to reach out and grab the lotus cake. The shopkeeper continued to look at it with a smile, and waited until the idlers had almost eaten, and then said, "What happened to the white-clothed swordsman you just said?" ”

"It's a young swordsman who came out of nowhere, and ...... before"

The idlers who got food and were exempted from tea fees immediately recounted the previous events again.

"Oh, do you know what the white-clothed swordsman is and what his name is?"

Shopkeeper Wang nodded and continued to ask.

Suddenly, the idlers were silent. Only the idler who told him before continued: "It seems to be surnamed Mu!" ”

Shopkeeper Wang nodded when he listened, and then stood up with a smile. He arched his hand and said, "Everyone, go on, go on!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the tea shop.

The idlers don't care, for them, it is a happy event to be able to get a lotus cake today, and the rest naturally don't need to think about anything.

The shopkeeper Wang, who returned to the tea shop, greeted his buddies, and after exempting the tea money from the idlers outside, he went straight back to his study.

Sitting in front of a desk, Shopkeeper Wang restrained the warm smile on his face, lifted the pen and wrote with ink-

The white-clothed swordsman picked six Xiayuan City Martial Arts Halls, the reason for which was Hongling, the eldest disciple of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion, and his strength was close to that of the grandmaster...... Surname Mu!

After hesitating for a moment, the shopkeeper Wang finally wrote the surname.

With a shake of his hand, he dried the ink, and after checking that it was correct, he turned around and walked towards the most secret place in the teahouse.

A moment later, a white dove flew out of the teahouse.

A few flapped their wings and disappeared without a trace.

And below the pigeons flew by, several children were jumping and playing, and they were singing about what they heard from somewhere—

Dressed in white, a single sword.

The heart is as strong as iron, and the sword is dead.

With a strong local accent, it is extremely simple and catchy.

Even if you don't understand the meaning, it doesn't affect the children's humming.

And the adults who hear these humming, those who know are smiling, or disdainful, and those who don't know are asking carefully.

Then there is a compliment, or the same disdain.

Even rebuke and ridicule.

reprimanded the white-clothed swordsman for his ruthlessness.

ridiculed the other party for the sake of thirty wen, without the slightest dignity of a warrior.

None of this affected Dean in the slightest, though.

At this moment, Dean was standing next to the martial arts arena of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion, looking at the dozen or so straight and knotted bamboos, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Jade, Gosai, Setty, and even the Free Federation did not have bamboo.

This was the first time Dean had seen familiar bamboo since he arrived at Goldenz.

Looking at the emerald green, Dean's mind echoed with that almost forgotten thought.

He forgot the poems about the beauty and praise of bamboo, but he couldn't forget the qiē about 'home'.

Even if he suppressed it and didn't think about it, seeing things homesickness was still something Dean couldn't avoid.

At most, they can only comfort themselves.

"I'll go back when I get a chance!"

Dean told himself.

Then, he threw out the thoughts in his heart and looked intently at the bamboo in front of him.

Verdant, straight, straight out of the wall.

Standing in sections, but hollow and built-in.

When the wind blows, under the rustling sound, swaying and swaying, there is no grace of flowers, but it has a special interest, it is really very wonderful.

"Brother Mu, do you like bamboo very much?"

Hongling, the girl carrying the two food boxes, approached lightly, and when she saw Dean turn around, she put the food boxes on the stone table on one side and asked.

"I love to eat bamboo shoots!"

Dean replied.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)