Chapter 764

For the truly eternal life, time is not very valuable. After a pause of about 100 years, Ye Qing comes to a world hidden by an unborn mother.

A world in decline and dying.

Jinhua, Zhejiang Province.

A young scholar is on his way.

The scholar was young and poor.

A pretty face reveals poverty.

In the time of peace and prosperity, he was a poor scholar. What's more, when the world is gradually turbulent, the livelihood of all living beings is very difficult.

Poor scholar wade through mountains and rivers, a pair of originally strong coarse cloth shoes have been worn out, showing red and swollen toes.

On this day, the poor scholar finally approached his destination, Guobei county.

Guobei county is not really a remote country, but compared with Jinhua City, there are still some biases.

Near the county seat of Guobei County, there are also luxuriant weeds and desolation. Occasionally, there are traces of dilapidated walls. It is a deserted mountain village. It seems that the land is good, but people do not know what happened. They have to abandon their hometown and leave here.

It was a gloomy day, and the poor scholar who had many days' outdoor experience knew that the heavy rain would come at any time.

He quickened his pace.

He had to find a shelter from the rain.

No one wants to be drenched in the downpour, so the poor scholar is not willing to.

However, things are not as they are expected.

The rain still fell.

The rain poured down in the blink of an eye.

The whirring north wind blows the big raindrops into rolled bead curtains.

The poor scholar held his suitcase above his head for shelter from the rain.

This has little effect. The cold rain still flows into the poor scholar's body through his neck and his hair.

The poor scholar rushed to find a shelter from the rain.

The earth was getting muddy and the stones on the road were in disorder. The poor scholar almost tripped over several times.

Finally, when the poor scholar was all wet, he saw a broken Pavilion in front of him. Although the pavilion is dilapidated, and the tiles on the top of the pavilion have all grown weeds and moss, it does not leak the rain and is a good place to stay out of the rain.

The poor scholar stepped into the pavilion. He twisted his wet clothes, but his hand was not a dryer. Although he tried to dry the clothes, the clothes were still wet.

The poor scholar was really poor, so poor that he didn't have a second set to wash clothes.

He can only stick wet clothes, curled up in the old Pavilion, shivering.

It's a poor little stray cat.

At this time, the poor scholar heard the voice of dispute.

A swordsman in black, who is tall and looks very murderous, is having an argument with a group of great heroes in the world.

The result of the dispute was a confrontation.

People always fight with what they are most familiar with.

Scholar's dispute will develop into a pen war.

Swordsmen and swordsmen are naturally the blood of swordsmen.

So the poor scholar saw the light of the sword.

...

Xiahou swordsman is killing people.

Xiahou swordsman doesn't like killing people very much, but killing is his life.

Nowadays, if you want to be rich, you have to kill people.

He also saw the poor scholar in the pavilion.

He knew that the poor scholar did not dare to kill people.

So poor scholars are just poor scholars.

And he dares to kill.

And it's not killing one or two people, it's a lot of people.

The sword cuts ghosts and gods, and corpses are piled up like mountains.

So he's a Xiahou swordsman.

Xia Hou swordsman is famous all over the world.

Xia Hou swordsman kills a man with one sword.

It's neat.

No fancy.

Although he is impetuous, his sword is fast.

In the light of the sword, all his opponents are dead.

As if inadvertently, he killed the blood, splashed on the poor scholar's body.

The poor scholar trembled with fear.

Xia Hou swordsman just smiles.

Then Xiahou swordsman skillfully took the silver from the dead.

Xia Hou swordsman enters the pavilion.

Although he is a swordsman in the world, he still needs shelter from the rain.

The poor scholar was scared to hide in the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Xia Hou swordsman thought it was funny.

Although he killed people, he would not kill a poor scholar for no reason.

Not a word is worth killing.

Scholars also represent that people and animals are harmless, there is no threat, and it is not worth killing.

Therefore, Xiahou swordsman did not kill.

The scholar was hungry and began to eat steamed bread.

Xiahou swordsmen also began to eat steamed bread.The steamed bread of the scholar is harder than that of the swordsman of Xiahou.

The steamed bread of Xiahou swordsman is whiter than that of scholar.

In fact, if he had not known that the poor scholar could not have "the magic skill of chewing iron" and so on, Xiahou swordsman almost thought that the scholar was gnawing stones.

The scholar almost jumped his teeth.

Xia Hou swordsman can't see it.

"Here you are!" Xia Hou swordsman threw a steamed bread to the scholar.

"Thank you." The scholar took the steamed bread carefully, looked at Xia Hou swordsman gratefully, and then ate the steamed bread.

He was so hungry.

When it rains, in order to resist the cold, the body's heat will be rapidly consumed, at this time, if it was full before it was just. If you haven't had enough before, you'll feel hungry. No one can avoid it.

Although Xiahou swordsman has unique martial arts, it is still unavoidable.

In the chilly wind and rain of Guobei County, a peerless swordsman and a poor scholar escape the rain together. It seems to be predestined, but this is just an occasional coincidence in the boundless horizon. After the rain, the sky is clear, and we are still on our way.

...

an umbrella appeared.

This is an oil paper umbrella full of classical charm.

On the yellow oil paper umbrella, there are beautiful decorations.

The umbrella is big.

There are two people under the umbrella.

A young man in white.

A maid in blue.

The young man in white is rich and handsome. It seems that he is not a man in the world, but an immortal in heaven.

The maid in green also has a stunning beauty.

The beauty of a prosperous age is nothing more than that.

The maid held an umbrella for the boy in white.

Not a drop of rain fell on them.

Xia Hou's swordsman's eyes coagulate.

He looked at the feet of the two men with a dignified look.

The young man and her maidservant tread on nothing and do not stain with dust.

They walk on the air.

So there was no mud on them.

It is really amazing that such a shocking lightness skill is.

"Mr. Ye, there is a pavilion in front of you." Said the maid.

"Take a rest there." That ye childe road.

"No Said the maid.

As they spoke, they entered the pavilion.

Xia Hou swordsman and poor scholar's reaction is not the same.

Xiahou swordsman is vigilant and defensive.

Poor scholars are envious and ashamed of themselves.

"Swordsman, how far is it from lanruo temple?" Ye asked Xia Hou swordsman.

"What else is there from lanruo temple? Are you going to lanruo temple? " Xia Hou swordsman said, suddenly reacted, staring at the young man in white, "who are you? What is the intention? "

"I am Ye Qing, Ye Qing's leaf, Ye Qing's green," he said with a smile

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