Sword of Coming

The girl in black walked towards the depths of the alley. Occasionally, someone would hang out a festive red lantern. Compared to the others, the girl in the curtain hat did not have the careful preparation of the family, and there was no grass snake and gray thread stretching thousands of miles. She was just so alone. , breaking into the town.

Not far from the alley, stood a young man in brocade clothes. He was holding up a cyan jade seal with both hands. It was the size of a child's palm and was engraved with a dragon and a tiger in a crouch. Under the sunlight, it shone brightly. There were faint threads inside the jade seal. Wisps of rays of light lit up. The young man in brocade clothes raised his head and squinted at the treasure in his hand, his face full of intoxication.

Beside him, there was a tall old man kneeling on one knee, carefully wiping the mud from the boy's boots with his cuffs.

Out of the corner of his eye, the young man in brocade clothes actually spotted a strange girl early on. She was wearing a revealing hat and a narrow green sheath knife. She was walking calmly. It was obvious that she was definitely not a local from the town.

However, the young man in brocade clothes didn't care and still carefully looked at the ancient jade seal that had been silent for thousands of years. Deep in his heart, he even hoped that the girl would have the idea of ​​seizing the treasure, otherwise it would be too boring.

Anyway, he has obtained two things, and the harvest is far greater than expected. If he doesn't find something to do, he will have no choice but to leave with the old slave. For this young man, he will feel that something is missing.

Just like when he was at home thousands of miles away in a small town, he was wearing a golden nine-python robe, but unfortunately, one claw was missing.

When coming to this town, each selected person can bring three tokens, which are put into brocade bags respectively. Beforehand, a bag is given to the gatekeeper, which is a toll that must be paid out, regardless of the status of the gatekeeper. No matter how dilapidated the city gate is, even if a monarch of a country or an ancestor of a sect comes here, they must follow this rule honestly. The remaining two treasures and embroidered bags mean that you can pick up at most two treasures here and take them out of the town. Otherwise, if you find ten or hundreds of treasures here, you have to return them one by one. The tokens in the bag are three kinds of copper coins with special shapes. They are the winning coins used by the people in the market to celebrate the ceremony, the Spring Festival coins hung on peach symbols in the palace every year, and the support coins held in the palm of the hand by the statue of the City God. It's a copper coin, but its texture is actually extremely rare gold essence. For most ordinary people "under the mountain", even official silver is not common, let alone a heavy bag of "gold", which is indeed enough to make people willing to sell family heirlooms.

The young man in Jinyi studied all the way about three kinds of copper coins that were not recorded in official history, but he couldn't figure out any way.

Ahead, a girl exuding a cold aura walked straight forward, ignoring the master and servant in the alley.

The young man in brocade suddenly changed his mind, put away the square jade seal, put it into a cloth bag that had been prepared long ago, and hung it around his waist. However, he still stood in the middle of the alley with no intention of giving way.

The tall, fair-skinned old man also stood up and said softly in a soft voice: "Your Highness, this person is a practicing practitioner who has entered the palace. You should not take it lightly. If it is outside a small town, you don't need to worry about it. But here, you can't take it lightly." Our body, which is pure martial arts, is always under the pressure of this world, which is extremely uncomfortable. Once the breath is fully activated and the acupoints are opened wide, it will be like a river pouring in, and the meridians and acupoints will flood. It is out of control. When our family dies, it will be a small matter, but His Highness’ safety will be a big deal. If due to our family’s poor care, His Highness’s great cause of cultivating Taoism will suffer even the slightest flaw, how will our family be able to communicate with Your Majesty and the Empress after we return? explain?"

The young man in brocade clothes said nervously: "Grandpa Wu, after you left the palace, you talked a lot. In the palace before, you just recited a few words all year round, which was worse than the stupid parrot my sister raised."

The old man calls himself "our family", and he is groveling in every aspect, especially since he is proud of this in his heart, and he can only be a loyal eunuch in the palace.

Seeing that the young master didn't seem to understand what he meant, he had to say more bluntly: "Your Highness, this person in the alley is here and may pose a threat to Your Highness."

The boy in golden clothes smiled lazily and said: "Although I have long heard that on the road of spiritual practice, there are many evils and evils from the three religions and nine schools, many evil ways, and even more heretical ways, but she and I just met by chance. Is she going to kill people and seize treasures for the sake of wealth? It's unlikely? Right? If everyone on the 'mountain' was like this, wouldn't it be possible that the world would be in chaos a long time ago?"

The old man sighed. The dynasty at the foot of the mountain and the fairy family on the mountain seemed to be inseparable from each other, but they actually looked at each other and hated each other.

The young man in brocade clothes was a little disheartened, "Forget it, forget it, blaming this bad debt on a girl is not something a man has done."

The girl walked up to him and held the handle of the knife with her left hand.

The young man in brocade clothes smiled, turned sideways, and motioned for the girl to go first.

The girl in black also slowed down slightly and turned slightly sideways. Her eyes behind the curtain were full of vigilance.

When the old eunuch found the girl's injured hands wrapped in cotton, he couldn't help but frown.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, the old man shouted angrily, like spring thunder on his tongue, his feet seemed to slip, and the tall figure came to the young man in brocade. The old man leaned his back gently, pushed the young man against the alley wall with skillful force, and at the same time opened his left hand. Open your fingers.

There was a dull thud in the palm of his hand.

It turned out that someone used a stone as a hidden weapon and hit the side of the Jinyi boy's head.

The sound was astonishing, almost powerful enough to penetrate a wall.

The old man smashed the fist-sized stone in his palm, but instead of attacking the assassin, he punched the girl in black with his right hand.

The girl with the hanging sword hesitated for a moment, suppressing the instinct to draw the sword out of its sheath. Instead, she tilted her head, just in time to avoid the powerful and heavy punch.

The force of the fist blow instantly ruffled the girl's veil.

The tall old man changed his straight fist into a sweeping blow, and his fist hit the girl's head.

The fist moves smoothly and smoothly, without any stagnation.

The girl had no choice but to quickly raise her arms, folding the backs of her hands together to protect her ears, showing a criss-cross defensive posture, blocking the path of the fist.

The next moment, the girl slid sideways for more than ten steps.

The girl let out a breath of turbid air, stretched out the hand with more blood seeping into the cotton, and straightened the slightly skewed curtain hat on her head.

She was a little angry.

The girl turned around, looked at the tall old man who looked around, and said solemnly: "If it weren't for me, he would be dead."

The old man ignored it, but compared to before, this old eunuch, who was experienced in assassinations and sneak attacks, had reduced the girl's danger level to the second place, and the first place had given way to the attacker on the other side of the alley. man of.

Of course, apart from the master and the servant, there are only two real outsiders in the alley.

Over there in the alley stood a tall, thin, masked man.

The arms are extremely thick, with bulging muscles like iron balls.

There were two bags hanging from his waist, filled with round objects.

He just stood there, as if to say that the previous sneak attack was actually just a reminder.

When the cold gaze passed over the girl.

The man grinned and stuck out his tongue, his eyes burning.

The girl chuckled and said two words.

"return!"

The words just fell.

A sword over the head.

The flying sword came to the girl's side and quickly spun around her, like a child acting like a baby.

She said angrily: "Get out!"

The flying sword flashed away.

The master and servant were dumbfounded.

The old eunuch was not shocked by this flying sword skill.

Instead, he felt sincere fear that the girl could control the flying sword at will here.

This feeling made the old man feel in a trance, as if he had returned to his boyhood, when he entered the palace for the first time and was trembling with fear. One day, he looked at the senior wearing a red python suit and walking under the palace wall from a distance.

Of course, it was not in awe of the eunuch himself who didn't even know his name, but in fear of the dazzling scarlet.

After the boy in brocade came back to his senses, he smiled, full of self-mockery, took a step forward, and asked with concern: "Grandpa Wu, are you okay?"

The white-haired old eunuch had a heavy face and shook his head: "It's better to be careful. If it doesn't work, our family will..."

The young man quickly waved his hand and asked, "How about we apologize?"

The old man was caught off guard, and then became sad, angry and self-blame.

The Lord humiliates the minister and dies.

Especially the emperor’s family!

But the young man in brocade clothes had already smiled and said: "Grandpa Wu, you have done something wrong. Why don't you say sorry?"

The old man still felt that this move was inappropriate, and the boy in brocade clothes had already walked towards the girl.

In an instant, the old man had mixed feelings.

It turned out that there was no trace of mud on the boy's back.