Sword of Coming

When Chen Ping was about to run out of the yard, the girl in black suddenly shouted: "Wait, I have something to tell you."

Chen Ping pretended not to hear. Just as she was about to open the courtyard door, the girl raised her voice, "Chen Ping!"

Chen Ping had to turn around and ran back to the threshold. Her face was a little more rosy than before, but her voice was still a bit hoarse, saying: "First, after we outsiders came to the town, although as I told you before, we are physically strong. It’s better than ordinary people, but apart from this, it’s nothing like you 2. Second, outsiders can’t kill people here. Once violated, no matter what the reason, they will be expelled. They are destined to get nothing. The cost is so great that it exceeds you. Imagination. Third, you have to think clearly, we outsiders, at a critical moment, even if we are empty-handed, we will definitely make a move. After all, living a life is the most fundamental thing."

Chen Ping thought for a while and asked, "Does it mean that you must do things quickly?"

The black-clothed girl grinned, her bright face and shining eyes seemed to brighten up the whole room. She patted the green scabbard across her knee, nodded and said: "Yes! The shot must be quick and faster. , Even the fastest! For example, I have a saber and a sword, and I will be the fastest person in the world whether I draw a sword or a sword!"

She paused, suddenly changing from an impassioned female heroine to a girl next door who wanted to show off, squinted and asked: "Hey, do you know how many people there are in this world?"

Chen Ping looked blank.

The girl seemed to see that the teenager was not interested, she was immediately dull and waved to rush people: "It's better to buy the jar. I'm waiting for the medicine."

Chen Ping's pace of leaving the yard this time was slower and more stable.

Not long after he left Mud Bottle Alley, the door of the courtyard that had not been locked was gently pushed open. The black-clothed girl in the house had opened eyes. She just performed the Breathing Technique in a strange way, looking towards the door, Ru Lin The enemy.

The Flying Sword in the snow-white scabbard on the table is suddenly silent, but there is a solemn killing aura invisibly, as if the current cold spring can freeze bones and kill people.

The servant girl Zhi Cui walked to the door leisurely, just like an ordinary neighbor in the neighborhood. She did not cross the threshold, sticking one's head around to look for inside the house, looking at 4 places, for the small bed with a knife on her knees. The girl in black turned a blind eye instead.

Zhi Cui looked at it for a long time, and finally saw the big living person, with an innocent face and said: "Sister, who are you? Why are you sitting on Chen Ping's bed? I never heard that he has distant relatives."

Ning Yao glanced at the girl who turned up without being invited, then closed her eyes and ignored it.

Zhi Cui didn't get angry when she pretended to be deaf and dumb. He just shook his head lightly and twitched his lips with a look of disgust.

She glanced at the snow-white long sword in the scabbard on the table. Deep in her eyes, there was a deep hatred and fear hidden, and there was a vague golden thread wandering crazily in her pupils.The servant girl hesitated for a while, still raising one foot, preparing to cross the threshold, suddenly retracted her foot, coughed, and pretended: "I'm here. If I don't speak, I don't object, right? That's also true. It’s Chen Ping’s house. I’ve known him for many years... You don’t understand what I’m saying, right? It’s okay, we don’t have much to talk about anyway, I just come here to see if there is anything missing We are going to move out soon. Many things can be left to Chen Ping. Don’t you know, it’s been difficult for him to live these years."

Talking and talking, making her and Chen Ping look like childhood sweethearts.

After servant girl Zhi Cui walked into the house, calm and tranquil, she walked straight to the small table and sat on the stool, with the light from the corner of her eye spinning on the sword.

At the same time, the black-clothed girl also took out 3 pieces of paper left by the young Daoist to Chen Ping, carefully observed, trying to figure out a little way, but unfortunately tossed and carefully read it twice, still out of place, disappointed: "These words are really not...taste."

She clearly remembered that on the long wall in her hometown, there were ten and eight words intermittently, all of which were carved with swords, and every word contained the majestic imposing manner of suppressing 8 monsters.

When she was a child, her biggest hobby was to stand among the strokes of those big characters and look up.

Therefore, for the small town's 4-character plaque "Furious Bullfight", the girl really looks down on it.

The servant girl Zhi Cui turned around, quietly straightened her slender waist, folded her hands on her knees, and tried her best to make herself more like a lady, facing the girl in black, smiling softly: "Ai, Girl, you are too careless."

Ning Yao couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

Zhi Cui Aiya said, touching his chest, pretending to be surprised, "Girl, you can speak our dialect."

Ning Yao asked again: "Are you busy?"

Zhi Cui pointed his finger at the long sword on the table, "Yours?"

Ning Yao frowned and said nothing.

The girl in black didn't speak, and Zhi Cui didn't care. She stood up and walked to the corner of the wall, looking at the bottles and jars on the wooden shelf, the worthless possessions, the servant girl looked carefully.

As an apprentice as a kiln worker, Chen Ping walked barefoot through all the mountains and rivers around the town. He went to the mountains to dig soil, chop wood, and ran very fast up and down.As long as others are willing to teach him something, whether it is simple or difficult to learn, Chen Ping will spend 100% effort to do it. As for the final level, Chen Ping doesn't care about it. Of course, he can't control it.Just like Old Man Yao taught him the art of porcelain burning, he was always digging and searching, never willing to come up with a real trump card, but as long as Old Man Yao spoke and did it, Chen Ping would do it abnormally. serious.Later Liu Xianyang taught him how to make wooden bows and fishing rods, and Chen Ping also learned meticulously.Song Jixin next door always speaks harshly, saying that Chen Ping’s habit, according to the book, is called doing everything to your fate. It’s a pity that Chen Ping has no good fate at all. In that case, it’s better to eat and wait for death and break the jar. It's broken.

Zhi Cui waved his hand and smiled brightly and said, "Let's go, let's go, girl, take care of your injuries. Just call out if you need it. My name is Zhi Cui and I live in the yard next door."

Ning Yao expressionless.

The servant girl left the house and walked to the yard, whispered with the voice that the black-clothed girl in the house could just hear, "There is not much good-looking."

Ning Yao also intentionally or unconsciously said softly, "This name is really tacky."

When Zhi Cui closed the courtyard door, he used a little force and made a bang.

Ning Yao closed his mind again.

Ning Yao's heart is not disturbed by the visit of the strange girl.

But she really didn't like this small town, especially the cultivator who came here to seek opportunities, intrigues, flies, and said to be the immortal expert, but because of her standing on the mountain, not how tall she is.

In the heart of the girl Ning Yao, Great Dao should not be so small.

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After straw-shoe youngster walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, the sun was a bit dazzling, stretched out his right hand to cover his forehead, and gently exhales one breath saying.

Then he started jogging, walking briskly, even though he has been walking through the streets many times, he is still not tired. After all, for a teenager who is used to going up and down the water, this distance is really not worth mentioning. The hard thing is going up the mountain to burn charcoal. A dragon kiln needs 2 to 30000 catties of charcoal every year, especially when it rains heavily. Living on the mountain to cut wood and burn charcoal is really a kind of suffering. The teenager almost died in a building In the charcoal kiln that collapsed at time.The things that the teenagers have done over the years are almost all physical work and some skills, but after getting started, they just rely on strength to eat, so the appearance of the teenagers is thin and weak, just an illusion, possessing a kind of internal experience of thousands hammers , The refined after hundred refinements.

Chen Ping stopped at a cross alley, leaned back against the wall, squatted down, always clenching a fist with one hand and tightening his straw sandals with the other.

At this moment, the young man's heart is like still water.

I just miss my only friend in the town.

That guy used to show off mysterious and secretive to Chen Ping, saying that his grandfather told a story. When he was a child, he saw someone standing by the stream, just trot a few steps, and jumped across the stream.Later, Liu Xianyang and Chen Ping went to try on their own and picked the narrowest section of the stream. The two of them backed up at the same time and took off at the same time. As a result, Liu Xianyang, who was a few years older than Chen Ping, quickly fell into the water after a jump. , And then found a black shadow on top of his head, swish, continue forward, and finally land far away.

After that, Liu Xianyang never mentioned the Divine Immortal step across the stream.

After that, Liu Xianyang knew that Chen Ping would often go to the stream by himself, run up, take off, fly into the air, leap, and fall.

The teenagers approached the other side more and more times, and they never tired of it.

Once when Liu Xianyang saw the shocking scene, he felt that the dark boy at that time seemed to be different from the fool in his impression.

When the boy leaped over the stream, he was like a snake eagle that often hovered in the sky of the small town.