She is dressed in yellow like laurel, has big eyes and cherry lips, and wears a jade belt around her waist. Her wheat-colored skin does not hide the beauty of the girl, but adds a bit of heroic spirit. Her short hair adds to this beautiful appearance.
A fierce and wild spirit.
The woman stared at the yellow soul mark between Xiang Wujian's eyebrows, with a bit of surprise in her eyes.
Xiang Wujian didn't say anything in response, he just smiled and nodded.
Bai Yunsheng didn't speak either, but his mouth felt like he had swallowed seven or eight raw eggs. He looked at the short-haired woman in front of him in surprise.
He was not familiar with this short hair and this dress, but the woman's face seemed familiar to him.
The oppressed memory in my mind suddenly returned to a certain late night, a certain deep mountain forest, a certain stream dyed red with blood, a certain white figure, a certain cold and alluring face--it was actually quite similar to the woman who appeared in front of me.
Very similar.
"Oh my God, is this an illusion?"
Bai Yunsheng rubbed his eyes and looked straight over again.
His gaze just now made the woman's pretty face look angry, and she wanted to punch his jaw off, but the woman took one look at Xiang Wujian and held back. When Bai Yunsheng's "rude" gaze fell for the second time,
A pair of fists smelling of osmanthus fell on his face at the same time.
Bai Yunsheng felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. The left side of his face suddenly hurt, and his body had already flown five feet away.
Xiang Wujian stared, his mouth was dumbfounded, and he stretched out his hand. Before he could say anything, a thin male voice suddenly cut in, like a nail squeezed into wood.
"Boss, I want this big Xuanwu to kill you."
The boss, who was sitting on the counter with his eyes closed and concentrating, immediately woke up, dressed in fine clothes, and walked over, he recognized it with his discerning eyes, and said with a smile:
"It turns out that he is Young Master Mang of the Flame Mountain. He was not welcomed back. Is there anything you like, Young Master?"
I saw a sturdy young man walking over with square steps, with more than a dozen steel rings hanging from his ears, and the words in his mouth were as arrogant as his fiery red hair: "I want this pair of large Xuanwu killing gloves."
The woman in yellow glared with almond-shaped eyes and scolded: "Hey! I took my fancy to the weapon first!"
The arrogant man completely ignored the objection and said arrogantly: "I will pay three times the price."
The woman in yellow's almond-shaped eyes were slightly slanted, and she glared at the boss and said: "Boss Wu, we had an agreement yesterday, and I'm here to get the weapons today!"
The boss didn't seem to care about the three times the price. His waist was not bent and his legs were not weak. He still smiled and said: "Miss Murong, if you came first, of course it belongs to you."
The arrogant man's little eyes immediately sparkled, and he shouted: "Boss, five times the price."
Boss Wu's smile suddenly stopped, and he said slowly: "I'm sorry, Young Master Mang, the weapons have indeed belonged to Miss Murong. If you are not satisfied, you can discuss it with her. The Tianji Sect will never interfere."
When the arrogant man listened to Boss Wu's words, the displeasure on his face was already getting stronger, but when he heard the words Tianjimen, the anger on his face disappeared in an instant.
He snorted coldly, then turned the gun, stared angrily at the woman in yellow, and said maliciously: "Little girl, I will pay you five times the price for this weapon."
"Not for sale!"
The two words were like two slaps, hitting Young Master Mang on the face.
"You!" the arrogant man's eyes widened and he shouted, "Looking for death!"
A dazzling red light suddenly flashed out, and a ray of sword light headed straight for the woman with fierce flames.
In an instant, Feiying was startled.
Those present could only see a blur in front of their eyes. A sharp long sword had been clamped between Xiang Wujian's fingers, unable to move.
The young master Mang immediately shouted: "Boy, where are you from?"
But when he saw the demon soul mark on Xiang Wujian's eyebrows, his arrogance suddenly dropped a bit.
Xiang Wujian smiled calmly and said: "Your Excellency is from Lihuobuzhou. Da Xuanwu Kill is more suitable for Tumai Kung Fu. This girl is more suitable for it than you. Besides, the weapon already belongs to her, why don't you have the beauty of an adult?"
Young Master Mang pulled out the sword with all his strength, his face turned red and he was sweating, but the sword edge did not move at all. His own cultivation level was only in the late stage of the small camp, and he was definitely no match for the demon cultivators in the Yellow Soul Realm.
After a while, Young Master Mang spread his jade-like sword blade, took a deep breath, and said arrogantly:
"Young demon boy, don't let me see you in Jingzhou City!"
After saying that, he led his followers and ran out of the store, the sword still resting between Xiang Wujian's fingers.
"Your sword."
Xiang Wujian waved his palm lightly, and the flaming sword flew out of the store.
Bai Yunsheng, who had been punched, originally wanted to settle the score with the woman in yellow, but when he got up, he found that Xiang Wujian was "hero saving the beauty", so he patiently watched the scene quietly, and unconsciously wondered why Xiang Wujian suddenly took care of him.
This is what happened.
There were not many people watching the excitement in the store, and now they have dispersed. In this vast Jingzhou City, disputes between practitioners like this happen countless times every moment. How many onlookers can be attracted this time?
It’s really not easy in Tianjimen’s store.
Xiang Wujian was not worried and turned around to continue looking at the weapons.
Bai Yunsheng covered his face and followed, calling: "Brother Xiang."
Only then did Xiang Wujian remember his companion who had just been beaten away. He looked at Bai Yunsheng's red and swollen left cheek and said with a smile: "Remember in the future, you can't keep staring at strange girls."
Bai Yunsheng smiled helplessly with the right side of his face, but the left side of his face hurt again. Before he could explain the reason, the voice of the woman in yellow suddenly sounded: "Hey!"
She called Xiang Wujian, but did not salute. She just said indifferently: "What is your name?"
Xiang Wujian suddenly became interested and said indifferently: "Xiang Wujian."
"My name is Murong Chen."
"It turns out she is the eldest lady of the Murong family in Kunshan Buzhou, disrespectful."
"Thanks."
After Murong Chen finished speaking, he avoided Xiang Wujian's smile and quickly left the room with his gloves in hand, as if he was avoiding some enemy.
Bai Yunsheng complained: "So rude!"
Xiang Wujian looked at the increasingly pale figure in yellow clothes and smiled meaningfully at the corner of his mouth.
Bai Yunsheng said: "Brother, is that Flame Mountain just now a small sect attached to the Sima family?"
Xiang Wujian said: "Yes, it is one of the seven mountains and twelve ridges of Lihuobuzhou."
Bai Yunsheng curled his lips and said, "How dare he offend the Murong family when he's full?"
Xiang Wujian smiled and said: "How can there be offense between relatives?"
Bai Yunsheng asked in surprise: "In-laws? Are they in-laws?"
Xiang Wujian shook his head and explained: "This is a good story to say. Eighteen years ago, Sima Bao, the head of the Sima family, took his disciples to the demon world for training. When passing by the border of Zhenfeng Continent, they happened to meet Murong, the leader of Moon Hill Sect.
Wu. At that time, Murong Wu was fighting with the White Elephant King from the Qilian Mountains of the Eastern Wasteland Demon Realm, the Angry Lion King from the Helan Mountains, and several large blue soul monsters, and was seriously injured. Sima Bao used the Nine Heavens Fire Shield to rescue him, and later the two families
So they decided to get married. But Murong Chen had a arrogant temper and ignored the matter at all. He also let Sima Polu go several times to ask for his hand in marriage. It is said that he once let him go for three days and three nights. The heads of the two families only said:
The young man was arrogant and did not really get angry, but the young master Sima was also a master with high ambitions. After that incident, he and Murong Chen got into trouble. Sima Polu and the seven mountains and twelve ridges of Lihuobuzhou
I made friends with some dandy boys, so I often instigated them to cause trouble for Murong Chen."
Bai Yunsheng touched the left side of his face and sighed: "Who dares to marry such a girl?"
At this moment, Boss Wu, who was neither humble nor arrogant just now, came over, bowed and clasped his fists and said: "This young master's surname is Xiang?"
Xiang Wujian looked at this middle-aged man in surprise, with an ordinary height and an ordinary face. He didn't remember that he had ever interacted with this man, but he still politely said: "Yes."
Boss Wu said: "I wonder what the relationship between Xiang Wen, the great king of Qianshan in the Northern Wilderness Demon Realm, and the young master are?"
Xiang Wujian suddenly smiled and said, "He is my father."
Boss Wu's attitude suddenly became more respectful and he said: "It turns out it's Young Master Qianshan, and I'm here with Wu Shifei from the Tianji Sect."
Xiang Wujian said: "I don't remember knowing Boss Wu."
Wu Shifei smiled and said: "King Xiang has a good relationship with my Tianji Sect. The superiors have told me that all the disciples of Ganshan should be given more help."
Xiang Wujian didn't seem to be interested in the news, and said calmly: "Father is actually so capable that he can have friendship with the number one sect in the world."
Wu Shifei chuckled and said, "If you have a weapon you like, young master, just take it."
Xiang Wujian shook his head and rejected the boss's kindness: "No, we don't have it here."
Wu Shifei said: "Young master has a keen eye. The houses here are poor and the treasures are light. If it is convenient, young master can go to the main hall on Hedong Street. There may be something to gain there."
Xiang Wujian smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
The two of them looked around and found nothing, but Bai Yunsheng "got" a fist. When he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of Yi Fengxiao and shouted: "Where is Ice Cube Face?"
"over there!"
Xiang Wujian pointed to the inner hall, where Yi Fengxiao was staring at a weapon in a daze.
Bai Yunsheng ran over and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Ice Cube Face, what are you looking at? You have to leave!"
Yi Fengxiao did not respond.
Bai Yunsheng followed his gaze and looked over. It was a dazzling short sword, with a red sword and a golden edge. The hilt formed a ring, and the outside of the ring formed a sharp edge, and the golden light shone.
Xiang Wujian stood aside and read the notes on this weapon.
"Fire Spirit. A medium-grade weapon. It is made from the burning stone at the bottom of Yinma Mountain. It is sealed with the blood of a gold-eating beast. It can reverse the five elements and is indestructible."
"Reverse the Five Elements?" Bai Yunsheng looked surprised and said, "This thing is quite domineering."
Xiang Wujian explained: "It can only offset the restraint of the Water Vein Technique to a certain extent. But a mid-grade weapon is already pretty good. Feng Xiao, this weapon is very suitable for you."
Wu Shifei's kind smile appeared very appropriately behind the three of them and said: "If this young master likes it, just take it."
Xiang Wujian said: "This weapon is expensive. What does Boss Wu mean?"
Wu Shifei said: "Since Young Master Yi is a friend of Young Master Xiang, this weapon will be a favor to Young Master from Tianji Sect."
Xiang Wujian looked at Yi Fengxiao. The fascinated Yi Fengxiao finally heard other people's voices. He looked at Xiang Wujian and nodded slightly.
Xiang Wujian was not overly polite, and then he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Boss Wu."
Bai Yunsheng patted Yi Fengxiao on the shoulder and said happily: "Ice Cube Face, this is a treasure! You are lucky!"
Yi Fengxiao said coldly: "It's barely enough for people below the Huangpo realm." After saying that, he waved the golden-red Flame Spirit a few times. It was as light as a feather, but full of murderous intent.
When the three of them walked out of the weapon shop, the shadows on the ground were already spreading diagonally on the ground.
Dusk was gradually rising. Before they knew it, they had been out for almost three hours.
The hustle and bustle of the lively Luochuan Street has not diminished, but the pace of the flow is a little more hurried.
Xiang Wujian faced the orange-red sunset and said, "It's time to go back. Tomorrow is the acceptance day for Tianyi College. Don't be late."
Bai Yunsheng took one last look at the direction where Twilight was going. The woman in yellow was indeed somewhat similar to the woman he had met somewhere in his memory. Could his past be related to Kunshan Buzhou and the Murong family?
How could such a coincidence happen in the world?
Bai Yunsheng decided to bury this matter in his heart for the time being and make plans later when his memory recovers.
The popularity in the weapons shop gradually cooled down. When Bai Yunsheng and the other three disappeared from the crowd, Wu Shifei said to the darkness in the inner hall: "Go and inform the hall master that he is coming."
