"Have you chosen the next sword-winning object?"

Wang Jingmeng turned around and walked towards the carriage, and asked softly.

"After choosing, this person should be similar to Yu Xiuchun, but he is more proud than Yu Xiuchun, so you will still win." Lin Zhuojiu said.

"Absolutely the same as Yu Xiuchun?"

Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything, but Yan Xinlan frowned slightly and said, "Would it be a little bored?"

Lin Zhuojiu turned his head to look at her, smiled slightly, and said, "I understand what you mean. Someone will question whether he is only looking for opponents that can be defeated. But since someone questioned it, we don't need to look for it, so there will naturally be someone who jumped out."

"You're right. This kind of sword-like sword without fireworks is indeed a bit boring."

Lin Zhuojiu calmed down his smile and said seriously: "But if it starts with a sword competition, it will bring some hatred and some resentment, which will make people more excited. I don't know who started the sword weapon list back then, but the sword weapon list itself is naturally very useful."

"If in your opinion, the sword weapon list has no intention, then the Jinghu sword will have no intention." Yan Xinlan thought for a while and said.

"If Uncle Gu hadn't wanted to accept disciples, Uncle Yu wouldn't have gone to Jinghu Sword Club at all."

Lin Zhuojiu said: "Neither he nor Master Gu loves false reputation, nor do he like to let some people he doesn't like to see his sword."

"It's just that no matter whether I like it or not, I will let them see the swords in Bashan Sword Field." Wang Jingmeng said.

Lin Zhuojiu was a little helpless and said, "You are not the same as me."

"There are too many people here. Even if the dyeing workshop has no objection, I'm afraid there will be some people who will care. If something happens, we will blame it on us."

Wang Jingmeng became serious and said, "The next sword competition needs to be changed."

...

"How is it?"

“Very strange.”

"strange?"

The entire Changling street is the most spacious but also the quietest alley. In the largest room, a middle-aged man in a silver shirt slowly raised his head. He turned his eyes away from some cases and fell on the practitioner standing in front of him.

The silver shirt on the middle-aged man was woven with real silver wire, which should give people a heavy feeling, but these silver wires are extremely small, but they are actually very gentle.

Strange... This is a comment he could not have imagined.

"It's very strange. Today, many people from Xishan Sword Sect went there. They recorded most of the sword moves of Wang Jingmeng and Yu Xiuchun comparing swords. I heard that after they returned, they practiced on their own, but the final result was that they couldn't figure it out."

The cultivator in front of him smiled and said, "They found that if they used Wang Jingmeng's sword moves, they could not crack some of Yu Xiuchun's sword moves at all."

The middle-aged man in silver shirt didn't want to waste time. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "They can't figure it out, you must be able to figure it out."

"The timing and sword intent are perfect." The practitioner said: "They can't do it because they can't achieve the same perfection. A slight difference will lead to a thousand miles of error."

The middle-aged man in a silver shirt glanced at him and said nothing. The practitioner continued lightly: "If every sword is so perfect, it is only possible that it is instinct and a real talent."

The middle-aged man in a silver shirt lowered his eyelids, "I came to Changling in Bashan Sword Field to investigate Gu Liren's death. Those who are truly capable of killing Gu Liren will naturally be in the ranks of doubt... Just to investigate such a thing, this kind of sword comparison of undead people is too slow after all. I am also very curious, who made Gu Liren die and why. So I asked him to investigate and let some people die."

...

There are many children playing in a narrow alley.

Many households have wooden basins for washing clothes and vegetables at the doors, facing dry firewood, some debris and even gravel that repairs the courtyard wall are piled up in a mess by the wall.

Many children even ran up and down on these moss-covered piles of stones.

The eaves and courtyard walls above them were a little shaky, but the adults in the alley were ignored.

Compared with those adults in the deep courtyard, they don’t seem to have to consider the safety of these children at all on weekdays.

Even though a child was playing around a few days ago and accidentally fell into the well, he was supported by a woman nearby with a bamboo pole by the well. Then he called several nearby residents and came over to catch them. Then he was taken to him by his family and beat him up.

The world outside the alley is too far away from these people, and it seems that it will never be in contact with them in your life.

A girl wearing new embroidered shoes ran out of a courtyard.

Her adult was not here today. She was holding a coarse porcelain empty bowl and was soon filled with food by the neighbors.

The girl ate happily, with rice pellets on her red cheeks.

But her eyes were attracted by a pile of stones.

She saw some black flowers blooming in the small pile of gravel, but then quickly disappeared, just like the stars at night, lit up and went out.

Her eyes widened, she felt no fear at all, but was particularly curious and interesting.

She found that there were also such small black flowers blooming and disappearing on the courtyard wall behind the pile of stones.

She walked around and pushed open the yard door. She forgot that there was still half a bowl of rice in her hand.

She was surprised to see that there were more black flowers appearing in this yard, especially the door of a room facing her in the backyard. This kind of black flowers are constantly dying, like a black blanket.

She ran over happily, she stepped on these black flowers, and then screamed in surprise.

She saw these little black flowers blooming on the upper of her new shoe, and then disappearing, like playful butterflies.

She giggled.

"What's your name?"

Just then, a gentle female voice rang out in the room.

The girl stopped and raised her head in surprise.

"Can you see these flowers?"

The door of the room opened, and she saw the soft collapse in the room, and a gentle woman was sitting quietly, and she was more beautiful than all the women she had seen.

She couldn't help but be stunned again.

"Yes."

When she took off her job and fell to the ground, she was shocked and subconsciously returned.

The job was on the ground, but there was no sound, and it didn't break as much as she was worried.

The girl widened her eyes and saw a large black flower holding her bowl.

"My surname is Shang."

She was stunned for a moment, and said something, suddenly she was a little shy again, "My dad called me very little, I can't remember it."

"Do you like these flowers?"

The gentle woman couldn't help laughing and asked.

The girl nodded vigorously.
Chapter completed!