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Blameless walked to the front yard.

Although the yard is still dilapidated, it is much cleaner. The courtyard door is wide open, and the steps in front of the door and the surroundings of the old trees are refreshing. An old man was busy with a broom in his hand, suddenly heard the movement, looked back, put down the broom, arranged the coarse cloth robe, and then clasped his hands into fists, and said in a loud voice: "Little old man greets the son!"

Wuji waved his hand and smiled: "I've heard about it, thank you Lu Bo for coming to help!"

The old man was over half a hundred years old, dressed in a coarse cotton robe, wrapped in a cloth scarf, with gray hair and a ruddy complexion. Seeing that he was easy-going, he laughed: "Don't dare to be respectful!

No blame or politeness: "Then I'll call you Lao Lu, where is Shaodian's box?"

Lao Lu picked up the broom and raised his hand to signal: "In my house, Childe, please-"

Blameless looked up for a moment, then turned around and followed into the courtyard.

The sky was gray, and there seemed to be snowflakes falling.

Lao Lu put the broom behind the door, closed the door smoothly, and then walked to a room not far away, opened the door curtain, looked back and smiled: "This box is heavy, Childe wait for a while!" He lifted the hem of his clothes, spat at the palm of his hand, and reached out to drag a large box out, looking quite strong.

Wu Blame praised: "Lao Lu has good bones!"

Lao Lu shook his head again and again, waved his big hand and said: "Old man, I am also from the military, and now that my wife is gone......, I am idle at home, thanks to my son's refusal, it will come in handy!"

Wu Yi took two steps forward, and patted Lao Lu's shoulder in fear, and the other party stood aside, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the box and left.

The hardwood box weighs more than 100 pounds, and it is not easy to move.

Lao Lu was slightly surprised, and sincerely admired: "The son is so strong, he is really a general! This time the army goes out, the son will return triumphantly, I hope my son Lu San will follow the son to make a name, and he will marry the mother-in-law in the future, haha......"

No matter whether Lu San has made a name for himself or not, I will let him marry the mother-in-law!"

Now that he has the promise of his grandson, his son's future has been settled, and as a father, there is hope for this day!

Lao Lu stroked his beard and smiled, his face full of joy. He pondered for a moment, and then he was happy, and he felt full of energy, grabbed the broom and ran to the stable......

Blameless returned to the backyard, put down the box with a "bang", raised his foot and kicked open the lid of the box, and the contents were revealed.

A set of black iron armor, two dark brocade cotton robes, a scarlet animal skin robe, and a sheathed sword inlaid with gold and jade.

Qi Sanren was still sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, the wine jar in his hand was replaced by a jade pot, pouring himself and drinking, not moved by foreign objects.

Wu Ji looked at the open box and said, "Send me two more sets of brocade robes, I think Ji Shaodian is clear!"

The implication is that the ambush at the pond that night was not an accident. In other words, his every move has long been in the attention of some people.

No one answered, only the movement of "snorting" and drinking.

Wuyi walked into the room with a brocade robe, changed his clothes and returned in a blink of an eye, but shook his head at the armor and sword: "I am invulnerable now, what is the use of these things?"

Still no response, the taste of fine wine should be overwhelming.

Wu Yi grabbed the sword and walked to the stone table: "Old Dao, I'll talk to you......"

Qi Sanren took another sip of the wine glass, without raising his eyelids.

I don't care, I draw my sword in my hand. With its spiritual power secretly spitting, the three-foot green blade flickered, followed by a "buzzing" sound, and then exploded with a "bang". Countless shards of steel were like arrows, instantly sweeping in all directions.

It is simple and easy to see that although the sword is precious, it is still a mortal soldier after all, and it can't help but be blessed with spiritual power.

Qi Sanren was caught off guard, almost choked on wine, and hurriedly waved his sleeves to block it, which was able to avoid the disaster of the pond fish. He slammed out his wine glass and glared, "Old rotten ears are not deaf!"

The only sword hilt and scabbard left in the hands of Wu Blame were placed on the table, and he smiled: "Hehe, unintentional mistakes, don't blame, don't blame, don't blame, the kid will accompany you ......"

Qi Sanren's anger eased slightly, and he still wanted to drink, only then did he realize that the cup had been shattered, so he had to put away the jade pot and snort: "There are rules on the battlefield, and monks are not allowed to meddle in mortal disputes. If you dare to use magic or flying swords, you will definitely provoke the melee of the Xianmen and affect thousands of soldiers. At that time, you will die and will not be redeemed, no matter how big the Divine Continent is, there will be no place for you to stand!"

When Lao Dao said this, his expression was grim.

Wu Yi was slightly stunned, followed solemnly, arched his hand, and said apologetically: "Although I was born in Jiangmen, I am actually an ignorant child. Although I have heard of the rules of the battlefield, they are not exhaustive, so please ask the old Taoist for more advice!"

In the military camps of both sides of the enemy, there are immortal masters enshrined. Since the two countries are at war, in the final analysis, it is still a fight between mortals. And as it is said, the monk sits on the sidelines, but does not participate in the battle for victory or defeat. This is the rule of the battlefield, and it is also the rule of the fairy gate. Otherwise, how could the mortal body achieve the benefits of the flying sword? Therefore, the real intention of the monks and the army was to supervise each other in case anyone broke the rules. And if a certain Gongsun general uses a magic sword to kill the Quartet, the consequences are really unimaginable.

Qi Sanren's face was still full of majesty, and he said in a deep voice: "If you insist on participating in the killing between the two countries, you can only abandon all the magic powers, this is not about the rules of the battlefield, but the precepts established in the immortal path. If you don't, you'd better leave it at that. Otherwise, this way will not allow you!"

This old way seems easy-going, but it is not ambiguous at a critical time!

Wu Yi looked at the steel chips all over the ground, and wondered: "Even if you don't use magic and flying swords, you should always have a weapon at hand, right?"

Qi Sanren nodded, and stroked his beard: "That's right! You have great strength since the demonic qi quenched your body, and the mortal soldiers are no longer useful......" He pondered for a moment, and had a plan: "Let's go! This way might as well destroy two flying swords to refine a weapon for you, as long as there is no rune array, and you don't use magical powers, you won't be eye-catching!"

Wuyi's eyes lit up, and his face was surprised: "Huh! Old Dao can also refine weapons?" He patted his head, hurriedly stretched out his hand and said: "I almost forgot, send a few more sword talismans and escape talismans!"

He had long wanted to ask for the sword talisman and the escape talisman, but he was always in a bad mood after seeing Qi Sanren, and now that he suddenly remembered it, how could he miss it!

Qi Sanren was sitting in a precarious position, and he spoke seriously, and finally forced a certain son to restrain himself, but who expected that the other party would sprout up again in a blink of an eye. He tugged at his beard and slowly closed his eyes: "No ......"

Blameless disagreed, and continued to beg: "I can live to this day, all thanks to the sword talisman and escape talisman you gave that day." Three or five is not too much, one or two is not too little, and I hope to give it away, the more the merrier......"

Qi Sanren's face trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly: "The only two human immortal talismans in this Dao were refined when you were at the peak of your cultivation back then, but you are not greedy enough, and the more the better? Hmph, there is not one!"

"If you don't, you won't have it, so why hum!"

Wu Dao was disappointed, but took a step back and looked at it with a serious expression: "Lao Dao is really a good person, and he actually gave me the only two talismans?"

I remember that the old Tao said that just because I can't bear it, I give it to each other with a talisman, and afterwards it is always inevitable that people will think about it!

Qi Sanren's eyes flashed, as if he was still annoyed, he brushed his sleeves and got up, urging: "Hugh is verbose! Do you want a knife or a sword, just go back and refine it for you!"

I didn't think much about it, and said with a smile: "I am a gentleman, of course I use a sword." But there is no need to destroy the magic weapon and refine it again, the old way and look ......at it" At this point, he raised his hand and waved, and there was an extra "bang" on the ground, and a few of the floor tiles were smashed.

Qi Sanren looked down and said in amazement: "Xuantie?"

On the ground lay a black rod the thickness of an arm, four or five feet long, exuding a heavy smell of blood and cold, which was obviously not an ordinary thing.

"Old Dao has good eyesight! This thing comes from the Canglong Valley of the Ancient Sword Mountain, and it is Xuantie!" said without blame, stretched out his hand and signaled: "Please refine a long sword, it can be sharp." But not too heavy, so as not to be cumbersome on the horse, and not too light, just take advantage of it! In addition......" He said in a consultative tone: "I don't know if I can observe one or two at that time, and I should open my eyes, hehe!"

He had never seen a refining weapon before, so he couldn't help but be a little curious.

Before Qi Sanren could answer, he waved his sleeves and put away the dark iron on the ground.

At this time, four strong men came through the front yard, it was Bao Feng, Daoqi, Ma Zhantie and Lu San, all wearing a leather hat and leather robe that only the tribe has, covered with leather armor, and the dress of a soldier.

The four of them walked to the backyard, and "uproar" spread out left and right to clasp their fists and salute: "I have seen General Gongsun and Immortal Chang ...... in my humble position."

Wu blame scratched his chin with one hand behind his back, and scratched his chin with the other: "My general has a vain name, or is it easy to call Gongzi!" As for the ...... of the immortal chief?" He glanced at it, and saw Qi Sanren calmly and said: "You don't have to be polite, just call me Qi Sanren, or Mr. Qi." ”

The old way is a marching offering, and now he is also a person with status.

The old brothers couldn't see each other, and each straightened up and laughed.

Bao Feng said: "I heard that Gongzi is sick in bed, my brother does not dare to disturb, and the army is about to start, so I have to come to greet ......" Daoqi, Lu San and Ma Zhantie echoed, and said about related matters one by one.

From the four of them, it was learned that the broken camp had finally recruited seven or eight hundred veterans, and with the help of the Jiao tribe, they were already in order. Half a month later, the spring festival will usher in the new year. After the spring festival, the army will be marched. Just as they were getting ready to go, the brothers couldn't help but return to the city again. First, it is an excuse to visit the son, and secondly, it is also a pastime to relieve boredom.

And the leaderless group of dragons in the broken camp has already made Ji Shaodian very dissatisfied. According to the meaning of the old brothers, now it is urgent for the Lord to return to his place.

At this time, it is almost dusk, and snowflakes are falling from the sky.

Wuyi reached out and grabbed the robe from the box, wrapped it around his body, and said loudly: "Go back to the camp tomorrow morning, and I will invite you big brothers to eat and drink tonight!"

Bao Feng and several old brothers responded in unison, and Qi Sanren took the lead without saying a word.

"Old Dao, what are you doing with it?"

"Hmph! From now on, this way will watch you and control you, and never leave ......"