"Little girl, how much is your task remuneration?" Zhuoligetu smiled.
"One hundred taels of silver." The little girl shook the small bag on her shoulders with some flaunts, revealing a corner of the silver bill.
"Yo? Yes." Zhuoligetu laughed and asked, "So...where is your big sister?"
"On there." The little girl stretched out a white and tender finger and pointed in a direction. Zhuoligetu immediately looked over.
Lu Ming and others also looked over. In the distance, there was a sword group composed of a group of girls. Judging from their clothes in a certain swordsman's clothes, the girl in the lead looked nearly 1.70 meters tall.
From a distance, you can also see that she looks very upright, with her black hair scattered softly on her shoulders, and her figure is slim and charming, especially her fingers on her hands. Compared to other girls, she is wearing her back.
sword.
When the girl saw Ouyang Luo's eyes as if they were electric, she immediately lowered her head and dodged. Her soft black hair covered her blushing cheeks, and her shy appearance immediately attracted a burst of laughter from the girls.
Zhuoligetu's very small eyes immediately opened and shouted: "Damn it! Ouyang Luo, isn't it? You guy is so lucky, right?"
Lu Ming smiled faintly, it was no wonder. Ouyang Luo has always attracted the limelight like this. In his memory, in the period when he was with him, he had received more than twenty letters from different girls.
Love letter.
Ouyang Luo is very cold, as cold as a sword, but very gentlemanly. When facing every girl who delivers a letter, she will treat everyone equally, and will give a good response, have a meal and chat with them.
In Ouyang Luo's opinion, no matter what, it takes courage to send a love letter to him. If you can be favored by others, you should also respond better to this courage. As for the follow-up, it is really
It depends on fate.
This time Ouyang Luo was still like this. He simply greeted Lu Ming, then took the letter from the little girl and walked over.
Zhuo Ligetu suddenly remembered something, hurriedly chased after a few steps, quietly stuffed a stack of silver notes into Ouyang Luo's hands, and secretly instructed: "A man, be generous in his actions, but remember the way home!"
Seeing the smirk on the fat face of a friend from the foreign border, Ouyang Luo shook his head speechlessly and walked over.
"I took it, he really took it." The slim girl saw Ouyang Luo put away the letter and walked over, and suddenly became nervous and couldn't help but take a few steps back: "He's here,
What should I do? What should I do?"
"Come? Let's take a look..." Many girls looked over, and saw a handsome Jiansheng with a tall figure coming over. His steps were not fast, but he had a sharp look.
It's like a moving sword, and the heroism is so powerful.
The girl was so crazy about watching her. After waking up in an instant, she didn't dare to look at him anymore. She just lowered her head and tangled her ten fingers together, just like
She wanted to step forward, but she was as entangled and shy as she retreated.
"Hello, my name is Ouyang Luo." The words were still stiff, but very polite.
The girl's chin had already touched her chest, her feet were constantly twitching, and her long soft hair was shaking, emitting a ripples in the sun.
"Look, everyone is here, can't you go there yet? Are you waiting for us to grab it? Hehe..."
Many other girls played and pushed the girl out and stood in front of Ouyang Luo. She finally plucked up the courage to raise her head, revealing her very beautiful face, and her eyes were full of courage.
"Hello, my name is Ma Yisha." The girl said, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks.
"Tsk tsk..." Zhuo Ligetu shook his big head and said sourly: "I haven't tasted receiving love letters yet, what does it feel like to meet a girl."
Qing'er looked at her friend outside the frontier. Shui Lingling's big eyes blinked a few times, but there was a silence inside.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, patted Qing'er's naughty little head, and the crowd walked back to the swordsman's station.
During the journey, he passed by several elixir pharmacies. Lu Ming took everyone in and scanned them and bought a lot of high-quality healing pills.
But what made Leng Jian strange was that Lu Ming only bought healing pills, and as long as the pills were good, he was absolutely not afraid of spending money. However, he didn't even look at the various pills that could quickly restore sword energy.
He paid to leave the pharmacy, and he was so rich, but he never thought of buying the Rejuvenation Pill at the auction. As a swordsman, this is not the case!
Leng Jian thought of it and asked.
Lu Ming felt that Leng Jian was a friend worth making, so he said calmly: "In my opinion, it is the medicine three parts poisonous. The same is true for healing medicine. When the injury is recovered, a lot of medicine will be left in the body, so
Try to use advanced and less impurities elixirs, which will reduce unnecessary trouble for the future sword path. As for the elixirs that restore sword energy, even if they are so advanced that they are refined by the sword immortal, it will be a penny.
Don't use it either, because our own sword energy is actually enough. How to use the sword energy reasonably, when to use it, and which sword does not require sword energy at all, we are judging the opponent's
At the time, I should have a clear idea that in the battle, I just need to beat the opponent. In this way, even if we fight for a day and a night, our sword energy will not dry up."
Leng Jian and others nodded constantly. This requires strong judgment and ability to control power, which tests the swordsman's own quality, but as long as he does this, no matter what his talent is, it will be a battle aspect.
genius.
At this point, Leng Jian admired Lu Ming's insight even more, because he was a swordsman without a sword body, but a real genius in combat.
And the reason why I can tell myself this is because I really use myself as friends. Thinking about my pride before, Leng Jian also turned red.
After everyone returned to the station, they found that there were a few more swordsmen in the courtyard. They looked like they were all white and white. They probably came from behind. They were walking towards those more advanced stations. It seemed that they wanted to
Some teams need to be joined temporarily. These people just glanced at Lu Ming and others and continued to walk towards the advanced resident. After all, people with some identities and talents would not live in such a messy place.
Lu Ming smiled casually and walked inside.
However, at this time, an old man with a slightly fat figure stood outside the door of the old sword master's room. He was wearing a dark red gown, and a wide mouth sword hanging around his waist that was narrower than a big sword with both hands but wider than a long sword.
The slightly fat face had a pair of leopard eyes, and there was anger burning inside.
Yes, the old man was very angry. He had been the head of Jinghua Sword Academy for decades and had only accepted two excellent apprentices. Even the baby in Pingyuli could not come, but now he was beaten!
Zhao Fengyi, in terms of talent or appearance, will be a swordsman who can be recorded in history by the Sword Hall organization in the future, but how can I imagine that before the trial began, my apprentice, the master of the Jinghua Sword Academy, was beaten up.
, I was still slapped by a big man with a hundred...
It's really outrageous!
The old man's eyes became even more angry, and it was even more popular than his clothes. I heard that the Destruction Sword Saint is here. Although he is not afraid of him, with him, he still has many inconveniences. Today is good
It is easy to wait until he goes out to do business, and he must not miss this opportunity.
"Qian Wantong, you old ghost young man is sarcastic in front of my door. If you have something to do, come in and talk about it."
Hearing Ji Wujian's words, Qian Wantong pushed the door and walked in. He saw him drinking tea comfortably. There were many exquisite tea cups on the small table in front of him, but they were all turned upside down.
Only his own cup has steaming tea, and the fragrance is wafting...
This old guy knew he was coming and even showed off this! Qian Wantong snorted heavily and said, "Your apprentice hit my baby girl apprentice the day before yesterday, and she slapped her in the face for a hundred times.
After I treated myself, my face is so red and swollen that it looks like... in short, your apprentice beat my apprentice, this is the matter..."
"The sword hall has already dealt with this matter." The old sword master picked up the small cup again, took a sip, and praised, "What a good tea."
Qian Wantong suddenly glared at the eyes: "Who do you think is bad?"
"I'm talking about tea." The old sword master looked at him angrily: "Your apprentice was carried away after finishing his work, and he lay comfortably on the ** and rested. My apprentice was being swordd.
The hall was punished and stayed in the confinement room all night, all night!" The old sword master emphasized.
Seeing the old sword master's exaggerated appearance, Qian Wantong's nose was crooked and said angrily: "What is this punishment? They are simply due to Shentu's name as the destruction of the sword saint, and they dare not punish them severely.
…”
"According to your opinion, are you going to come and beat the punishment result of the Sword Hall rules in person?" The old sword master smiled.
"..." Qian Wantong lost his words. After all, the Sword Hall organization is the largest organization for swordsmen. Even if he is in the realm of a swordsman, it must be followed. But the old guy Ji Wujian is really good at brains.
, as soon as I came up, I brought out the rules to bind me, and I must not say such words as 'let the sword hall rules go to the ghost'.
"Sword Hall is considering trials, but it doesn't care at all." Qian Wantong said gloomyly: "Since Sword Hall doesn't care, I plan to take care of this matter myself. Now I hope you will give me an explanation."
At this moment, Lu Ming and his friends just walked into the corridor, but as soon as his feet stepped into the corridor, his eyebrows jumped, and he took the steps back, and raised his hand to stop everyone behind him.
In between, the left hand touched a ball of warmth, but at this time, no one was going to care, because everyone felt a murderous aura spreading. (To be continued.)