"It's been three hundred years. It's been three hundred years. Even though Zhengyang Mountain is recognized as having many talented people, they still can't pull out a single sword from Fenglei Garden! Generations of sword cultivators from Zhengyang Mountain have endured this shame and humiliation. Zhengyang

As long as the mountain is immortal, Feng Lei Garden will become a joke to the entire East Aquarius Island."

"Why is it that in Zhengyang Mountain, every ancestor who has achieved the status of Sword Immortal is never willing to hold a celebration to tell the world?!"

In fact, the little girl has long been familiar with these old events, and her ears are open to hearing them.

It's just that when relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried to mention this public case and grievances in a calm tone, far from being full of resentment and expressing their feelings directly like the ape who moved the mountain.

The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa Bai Yuan, why don't you just punch that stubborn young man to death? Although his meridians are now broken, his breath is broken and messy, the sword sutra will naturally be destroyed.

Even if it is smashed and smashed, the gods will not be able to recover. But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of the worst. What if someone saves him, what if someone gets the Sword Sutra, what will we do in Zhengyang Mountain?"

The inheritance method of that sword scripture is extremely special and mysterious, and cannot be explained in words. It seems that it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestor of the Liu family, or that the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain left a sword intention that was flowing in the bodies of his descendants and passed down from generation to generation.

He has been waiting for a descendant with extraordinary talents to appear, who can control this sword intention that contains the content of the Sword Sutra.

So as long as the young man dies, his porcelain buyer and Fengleiyuan will be completely gone. The Sword Book that has never really appeared in the world will disappear.

The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave beats the young man to death on the spot, he will be driven out of this small world instantly. What will the young lady do then? Do you want the young lady to face the people of Fenglei Garden alone? Besides, the magic techniques here are all the same.

Forbidden, Master Ruan can make swords and kill people, but his ability to save people is really not that good. Besides, is it possible for Qi Jingchun to take action? Absolutely not. Now that he is a clay Buddha crossing the river, he cannot save himself. Besides, really

If you piss off the old slave, the worst case scenario is that he will reveal his true form. The old slave wants to see if this world can support my thousand-foot true body!"

The old slave stood up with great momentum and said: "Miss, I don't care about the young man on the covered bridge anymore. Let the old slave kill the people in Fenglei Garden and wait for you outside the gate of the top of the mountain. If Qi Jingchun knows this, he will watch the fire from the other side.

, if he dares to intervene, the old slave will dare to smash him into pieces. Even if Master Ruan takes action, the old slave will have to fight him to the end to make this trip worthwhile!"

The little girl thought for a while and said with a bright smile: "Grandpa Baiyuan, you can go, don't worry about me."

The old man smiled casually and said: "Miss, you don't need to worry about me anymore."

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A room in Jianpu by the stream was filled with a strong smell of blood. Pots of blood and water were brought out, and then pots of clean water were brought back.

An old man who was almost grabbed by a young girl in green clothes, the shopkeeper of Yang's pharmacy, was sitting on a small stool in front of the window. He stretched out his hand to wash away the blood on his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He raised his head and shook his head helplessly: "Master Ruan."

, this young man’s injuries are too serious, if it was outside a small town..."

Master Ruan crossed his arms and said with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense."

The old man could only smile bitterly.

He did say nonsense. If it was outside the town, there would be no need for him to take action.

Ruan Xiu, a girl in green clothes, stared intently at the locust leaf placed on the forehead of the young man on the bed. It was already dim and dull. The green was still green, but there was no hint of green at all. She turned her head suddenly and asked angrily: "Didn't we agree to it?"

, if Chen Pingan takes out his locust leaf, will Liu Xianyang be half alive?"

The old shopkeeper of Yang's shop sighed: "If the owner of the Sophora japonica leaf suffers such a serious injury, and then receives the ancestral shade of the Sophora japonica leaf, there is of course a 50% chance of saving his life, but using it to bring blessings to others is another matter.

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Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before and said there was a 50% chance?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The old man cried sadly and felt extremely aggrieved, "If I hadn't said that at that time, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by you even if the boy hadn't died."

Ruan Xiu turned pale with anger and was about to curse.

The man said in a deep voice: "Xiuxiu, please don't be rude to Shopkeeper Yang."

Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was stunned and had not made any move for a long time. He started to curse for no reason, like a spring thunder: "Shopkeeper Yang, you are here like a fucking log, are you trying to die?!"

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Meeting such a father and daughter, the old man was really on the verge of tears. The key was that he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a living doctor.

From the beginning to the end, the boy in straw sandals did not yell or cry. He just carried water out and back in again and again, and the basins of bloody water were replaced by basins of clean water.

Another quarter of an hour later, the medicine shop owner was extremely irritable. He looked down at the basin of clear water, suddenly slapped the water with his palm, causing countless splashes. Then he raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great grief and anger: "Master Ruan! You might as well stab him to death with a sword.

Forget it, I'm just a medicine seller, not a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life!"

The blacksmith frowned little by little.

The old man immediately shrank his neck.

The young man finally spoke out, "Shopkeeper Yang, try again."

After the old man turned to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean and he spoke with a slight emphasis: "Try again!"

The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity and couldn't bear to say: "Son, I really can't do anything."

The young man forced out a smile and said, "Shopkeeper Yang, please."

The old man's face was full of exhaustion, but he still shook his head.

The last glimmer of hope left in the straw-shoe boy's eyes also disappeared.

He squatted down and put down the washbasin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the tall boy's already cold hand, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than bitter, and said softly: "I will be back."

The young man stood up and left the house, walked to the threshold, suddenly turned around, bowed to the Ruan family, his daughter, the old shopkeeper, and the three people who had been busy until now.

The young man crossed the threshold.

The sun was a little dazzling. After a brief pause, the young man strode forward.
Chapter completed!