He suddenly laughed, imitating the girl's tone of speaking, and said, "Old-heartedly, it's your freedom to listen or not, it's my business."

The girl was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Get taught!"

The Confucian scholar smiled and nodded. He was not a arrogant woman who was arrogant and domineering. This was very good. He gently threw the knife to the girl and said, "Return it to you first."

He looked down at the sword at the tip of his fingers and trembled slightly.

The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix's voice.

The Confucian scholar said regretfully: "The texture of this sword is quite good, but there is still a little gap between the top, which means that it can only carry two words at most, which is a bit reluctant. Otherwise, with your qualifications, you will take away all four words and three words, which will definitely be more than enough..."

When he sighed, he raised his hand casually and shouted: "Edict!"

Two glaring lights flew out from the plaque "Qi Chong Bullfighting".

The Confucian scholar waved his sleeves and slapped them into the long sword.

On the plaque, the words "qi" and "ox" are still in power.

The words "chong" and "dou" seem to be an old man on a sick bed. After returning to his eyes, he finally lost his energy.

The Confucian scholar shook his wrist carelessly, and the long sword returned to his master's scabbard in the blink of an eye. Because it had returned to the sheath, no one knew about it for the time being. Two auras on the sword were wandering like dragons.

The next scene shocked Qi Jingchun, who had experienced vicissitudes of life.

The girl slowly took off her scabbard, swung it casually, and nailed it into the yellow earth ground. After the tulle hanging from the curtain, her eyes were firm, "This is not the sword path I pursue."

The Confucian scholar glanced at the sword abandoned by the girl, and felt a long-lost heaviness in his heart, and had to ask the question of losing his identity: "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded and shook her head again, "I heard that every Jiazi time, a saint from the three religions will be replaced here to preside over the operation of a large array. It has been thousands of years since people go out from here. From time to time, they either have a treasure or have a rapid improvement in their cultivation. So I want to come and see. When I see you, I will confirm your identity, otherwise I would not have been so straightforward."

Qi Jingchun asked again: "Do you know what did you give up just now?"

The girl remained silent.

In the scabbard on the ground, the sword trembled continuously, like a beautiful woman whimpering in her country, begging her lover for a change of heart.

The young scholar had already turned his head secretly and looked carefully at the girl in the distance.

The Confucian scholars are very knowledgeable, but they are still puzzled by this. They are still hard to force the sword containing a huge amount of energy to the girl. Finally, they had to remind him: "Girl, it's better to put away that sword. Next, the town will be very uneasy. It's a good thing to defend yourself with more things."

The girl didn't speak, turned around and left.

Still unwilling to bring that sword.

Qi Jingchun was a little helpless, waved her sleeves and nailed the sword into a high place of a stone pillar of the archway. If someone forced her to pull it away, she would inevitably disturb herself, just like the "Storyteller" before, and she did not escape the distance of attention of the school teacher when she took action twice.

He personally sent Zhao Yao from the school to the Zhao family mansion on Fulu Street. The middle-aged Confucian scholar walked slowly. Whenever he took a step, the tall and dense courtyards on both sides of the street would have some hidden places that were not easy to detect and flashed away.

Qi Jingchun murmured, "It's so strange, where did the little girl come from? Could it be that the child of the immortal family outside this continent?"

After returning to the school, he sat in front of the desk and placed a jade gui, about one foot or two inches long. There were four towns carved on the four corners, which contained peace and stability in all directions. There were dense small seal inscriptions engraved on the front, with no less than a hundred characters.

Following the Confucian etiquette system, there was originally only one emperor who could hold the throne of the throne.

It can be seen that this town is of great significance.

Turning it over, only two words were engraved on the back of the jade gui.

The handwriting is rigorous and unique.

The muscles and bones are extremely strong, and the spirit and mind are extremely long.

On the desk, there is also a secret letter that has just arrived.

The Confucian scholar with frosty hair and white hair had a slightly red eyes, "Sir, the student is incompetent, I can only watch you be humiliated to this point..."

The Confucian scholar looked out the window, and there was not much sorrow or joy, but he looked a little lonely, "Qi Jingchun was ashamed of his mentor, and he lived for a hundred years and was only owed a death."

———

When Song Jixin took out something from the inner room and placed it on the table, no matter how Fu Nanhua concealed it, he could not hide the ecstasy on his face.

An inconspicuous small pot with the signature "mandrill" at the bottom.

Song Jixin folded his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked with a smile: "How much is this pot worth?"

The young lord of Laolong City finally withdrew his gaze from the small pot and looked up and said frankly: "If you sell it in secular dynasties, one or two silver is not worth it. But if you leave it to me to sell it, you can buy a city."

Song Jixin asked, "Ten thousand people?"

Fu Nanhua stretched out three fingers.

Song Jixin said oh, and curled his lips, "It turned out to be 300,000."

Fu Nanhua was stunned and laughed.

He originally thought that Song Jixin would talk about 30,000 people.

———

On the other side of Xinghua Lane, a dull man squatted beside the iron lock well, staring at the iron chain tied to the base of the wheel truck.

It's like struggling with how to move it away.

———

A girl with a black cloak and a cold temperament walked around the town aimlessly. At this time, she only wore the green sheathed knife, and her hands were just sloppy and bandaged.

When she just walked into an unknown alley.

As soon as a whizz, something broke through the air, then stopped obediently behind the girl and buzzed.

The girl frowned, and her head didn't turn, and a word popped out from her teeth, "Get out!"

Another whirlwind.

The "flying sword" that was unsheathed and swept here was so scared that it really hid back into the scabbard.

Proud girl.
Chapter completed!