The Emerald Tower

Xiayuan City, in front of the market tea shop. ,.

At a four-legged square table, a few idlers sat lazily on the long strip, drinking a penny and a large bowl of minced tea. One of the idlers with an open shirt spit and spoke, while the remaining few Listening attentively.

"I have selected the white-clothed swordsmen in six martial arts schools including the Tiger Sword Hall, the Storm Sword Hall, the Shenquan Hall, and the Chuanyun Sword Hall. They turned around and looked at the martial arts deacon who was full of pickled hearts. Then, a sharp sword pierced out, and suddenly there was a glimmer of sword light left between the world and the earth. The stabbing person’s eyes hurt and he couldn’t open it.”

Speaking of this, the idle man had a meal, raised the big tea bowl in front of him, as if he was going to taste tea, and took a sip.

"Then what's going on, hurry up."

"Just say it quickly"

The rest of the idlers who were hearing the highlights, looked at the idlers who had stopped deliberately, and couldn't help but urge them in a hurry.

"I didn't eat in the morning, and I am very hungry now. When I go home to eat, I will come back and tell my brothers in detail."

The idle man with the tea bowl said this, but his body remained motionless.

Obviously, there is no intention to leave at all.

The rest of the idlers looked at each other knowingly, and one of them stood up and shouted into the tea shop: "Shopkeeper Wang, give us a plate of sweet buns."

Then, he looked at the idle man holding the tea bowl and said, "Can you continue talking now?"

"Brothers, you are polite and polite"

The idle man holding the tea bowl put down the tea bowl, smiled and bowed his hand to the idle men around, and then continued: "When the eyes of the people around can see things again, the Deacon Wu Meng has fallen to the ground, and there is something in his throat. He suffered a small but extremely deep wound, gurgling blood out, the pickled smelt did not die right away, but looked at the white-clothed swordsman very unwillingly, and asked intermittently: Why"

"Yes. Why?"

"I have chosen those martial arts halls in succession. It can be said to be revenge for the Shuiyue Sword Hall. What is the deacon of the Wu League?"

The idlers asked puzzledly.

"Of course I did the work of the Deacon of the Wu League, or it was the head of the Deacon of the Wu League from the beginning. Only those martial arts halls will shoot against the Shuiyue Sword Hall. The pickled goods were uneasy and kind at first. , The swordsman in white has found the righteer by attacking him. Do you know that there has been a major event in the Wu League recently. It seems that the old leader is about to die, and the new leader has not yet been determined. Those who are eligible to become the new leader , Are all intrigues me, and naturally the martial arts hall below has to be chosen."

The narrator lowered his voice mysteriously.

"You mean"

An idle man exclaimed.

"Don't tell, don't tell, everyone knows it well"

The narrator waved his hand.

Suddenly, several idle guys who had reacted bowed their heads to drink tea.

As a idler on the street, I have seen a lot of things, so I naturally know what to say and what not to say. Or what can be heard and what can not be heard.

"This is what the swordsman in white said"

An idle guy raised his head and asked.

"Of course not, the swordsman in white did not say this, but said something"

As if thinking of something funny, the idle man who was telling couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What did the white swordsman say, so funny"

"Yes, what did you say"

The idle guys were interested again and asked again and again.

"Thirty wen a day, including three meals, they count the thirty wen I paid"

The idle man who was telling said with a smile.

"what does it mean"

The idlers were puzzled.

"It was Hong Ling, the big disciple of the Shuiyue Sword Hall, who gave the white-clothed swordsman the condition to live in Shuiyue Sword Hall for one day, and he only needed thirty wen. Three meals included."

The narrator explained.

"For the sake of thirty essays, you can even pick six martial arts halls, and even kill the deacon of the martial arts league. This, this is a bit too trifling."

"That's right. This kind of strength, compared to our Xia Yuancheng three young masters, chasing the soul and breaking the eagle, the drunk swordsman is almost the same, how could it be possible to do such a thing for the 30th article"

"Although the swordsman in white is strong, he is not as good as our three young masters in Xia Yuancheng. You should know that these three are already masters. However, even if they are a bit different, they shouldn't make a lot of shots for thirty words."

The idle guys around shook their heads, some sighed. Some do not believe it.

Especially when it comes to the three young masters of Xia Yuancheng, they all look respectful.

After that, they looked at the idle guys who were telling them with disbelief, obviously they didn't want to believe that a figure close to the three young masters of Xia Yuancheng would shoot for thirty essays.

"You are all stupid. I just said it. It's Hongling Hongling, the big disciple of Shuiyue Sword Hall. Do you understand that you haven't seen Hongling's soft and weak look. Seeing people's heart is itchy and itch? sweet"

The idle man who was telling looked at the idle man around him with an unteachable appearance.

Suddenly, the idle guys around suddenly slapped their heads, and then, in a more enthusiastic tone, discussed what the white swordsman and Hong Ling had to say.

The degree of enthusiasm is far beyond before.

The so-called three young masters of Xia Yuancheng were also left behind by them.

"Come on, everyone's snack"

Just when many idlers were chatting enthusiastically, a voice came in, the green and black silk gown, rich appearance, with a gentle smile, and the plate in his hand was filled with golden pastries, full Three floors up and down, no less than 20 yuan.

"Lotus Cake"

Many idlers just glanced at the rich man, then set their eyes on the plate in the other's hands, and couldn't move them anymore. Several of them smelled the fragrance and swallowed continuously.

"Shopkeeper Wang, what we want is sweet buns, but this is lotus cake"

The idle guy who told the story before, although his eyes were fixed on the lotus cake, his mind was still sober, and he didn't ignore it and accepted the situation, and said after eating.

You know, a plate of sweet buns is no more than three cents, while the lotus cakes are two silver horns, and the lotus cakes in front of you are packed full, obviously more than two silver horns.

There is too much difference between the two, it is better to make it clear.

"This lotus cake will be given as a gift. The tea money will be counted as my invitation."

The teahouse shopkeeper with a rich face smiled and put the plate in his hand on the table.

"Thank you, shopkeeper Wang, thank you, shopkeeper Wang"

A crowd of idlers thanked them, and when they couldn't wait, they reached out and grabbed the lotus cake, while the shopkeeper Wang continued to smile. When the idlers had almost eaten, they said, "What is the matter with the white swordsman you just mentioned?"

"It's a young swordsman who popped up suddenly, before."

The idle guys who were given food and free of the tea fee immediately recounted the previous incident again.

"Oh. Do you know the name and surname of that swordsman in white?"

Shopkeeper Wang nodded and continued to ask.

Suddenly, all the idlers stopped speaking, only the idlers who were told before continued to say: "It seems to be the surname Mu"

Shopkeeper Wang nodded as he listened, then stood up with a smile, and said, "Everyone, continue, continue."

After speaking, he turned back to the tea shop.

The idlers didn't care. For them, it was a happy event to get a lotus cake. Naturally, there is no need to think about other things.

The shopkeeper Wang, who returned to the tea shop, greeted his buddy, and after saving the money for tea from the idlers outside, he went straight back to his study.

Sitting in front of a desk, shopkeeper Wang condensed the gentle smile on his face, lifted the pen and wrote with ink.

The swordsman in white has chosen six Xiayuancheng martial arts halls in succession, because the great disciple of the Shuiyue sword hall Hongling, whose strength is close to the master's name

After the shopkeeper Wang hesitated for a while, he finally wrote the last name on it.

Shake your hand to dry the ink. After checking the correctness, he turned and walked towards the most secret place in the teahouse.

After a while, a white pigeon flew out of the tea house.

A few flapping wings disappeared without a trace.

And below the pigeons, several children were jumping and playing. I still sing a jingle I don’t know where I heard from

Dressed in white, a single sword.

The heart is firm as iron, the sword goes out and people die.

It has a strong local accent, but it is extremely simple and catchy.

Even if you don't understand the meaning, it doesn't affect the children's humming.

And the adults who heard these humming. Those who know will smile knowingly or dismissively, while those who don't know will just ask carefully.

Then exclaimed, or equally dismissed.

Even scolding and ridiculing.

The cruel hand rebuking the swordsman in white.

He laughed at the opponent for thirty essays, without the slightest martial dignity.

However, these will not affect Dean in the slightest.

At this moment, Dean was standing next to the martial arts field of the Shuiyue Sword Hall, looking at the dozen straight and knotted bamboos, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Jade, Gaosai, Xiti, and even the Free Federation do not have bamboo.

This is the first time Dean has seen the familiar bamboo since he came to Goethe.

Seeing the emerald green, Dean's mind was filled with almost forgotten thoughts.

He forgot the poems about the beauty and praise of bamboo, but he could not forget everything about home.

Even though I was depressed to not think about it, Dean still couldn't avoid seeing things and being homesick.

At most, you can only comfort yourself.

"I will go back if I have a chance"

Dean told himself like this ~www.readwn.com~ Then, he threw out his thoughts and looked at the bamboo in front of him intently.

Emerald green, straight, straight out of the wall.

Standing steadily, but hollow inside.

When the wind blows, there is a rustle of rustling, swaying and swinging, without the grace of the flower, but there is no fun, it is very strange.

"Brother Mu, do you like bamboo very much"

The girl Hong Ling, who was carrying two food containers, approached gently. When she saw Dean turned around, she put the food container on the side of the stone table and asked.

"I like to eat bamboo shoots"

Dean replied like this.

ps first update ~ to be continued.

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