Chapter 274

Many friars have left the North Sea coast in the mountains and rivers these days. There are not many monks who are still looking forward to salvaging the holy elixir in the North Sea. In particular, none of them has been salvaged in recent months. These friars are very disappointed. Apart from the few monks who are still insisting on it, there are no friars left.

The coast is sparsely populated.

Gradually back to the days when there was no saint Dan.

There are no monks in the tea house on the coast these days. Most of the people who come and go these days are ordinary people. The old shopkeeper who seems likely to die at any time returns to his peaceful life.

The sword box was buried by him. After filling in the soil again, he seriously flattened the land. No matter who looked at it, he would not have thought that there would be a sword box under the old locust tree. He even did not expect that he would bury something here.

No one would know that he was a swordsman.

Whether the old manager is a real old manager or not, he has only one idea now, that is, to live until he dies.

This death does not refer to any other method of death. It is the simplest and the most difficult method of death. It is old death.

More than once, he had calculated the speed of the body's decay and knew that he had at least a hundred years to live.

The hundred years of monks are not long. Some monks often sit for many years in order to break through the realm and realize the Tao. Therefore, the hundred years is not long for them, but it is long enough for Meng Jin.

He has been standing in front of the threshold, and he has no idea of breaking the situation any more. Therefore, in recent years, he has been living like an ordinary man. He has nothing to do except three meals a day. Of course, he stays in this teahouse more often.

He sells tea. It's his business.

Although he didn't earn much money, for Meng Jin, silver was nothing.

It's fun to be alive.

The weather is already in autumn. The North Sea is close to the demon soil. It is the coldest place in the mountains and rivers. Not only does spring come late, but also winter comes very early.

Today, it is rare that some warm sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the world.

Meng Jin moved the bench and sat at the door of the teahouse, feeling the temperature of the sun. In fact, a monk of his state had already been fearless of the cold and warm, but he did not know why. He felt very warm when he sat in the sun.

Some fishermen passing by from time to time outside the teahouse would stop to say hello to Meng Jin when they saw him. Most of the time, Meng Jin just nodded slightly. Occasionally, when he met a little guy, he just said a few words with a smile.

Ordinary people in Beihai know that the old man has been running this teahouse for many years. But actually, few people can remember exactly how long it was. Anyway, they know that the old manager should be very old.

Meng Jin was lying on his chair and thinking about many things. There were many things that he would never have thought of before. But I don't know why he thought about it for the first time today. He thought of Xu Ji's appearance when he went up the mountain. He thought that in order to continue the swordsman's pulse, he was crazy in practicing sword. His talent was good, and he was diligent, which made Xu Ji walk very fast.

At that time, was he so afraid of death?

Thinking too much, thinking about it, I have fallen asleep.

Waiting for Meng Jin to open his eyes again, the sun has set and there is a couple in front of him.

The man wore a simple blue robe with a sword hanging from his waist, while the woman wore a red dress with a calm expression.

Meng Jin looked at the man and didn't feel any sword spirit. There was only one swordsman who could hide his sword spirit in front of Meng Jin. That was Chao Qingqiu.

If this man has no sword spirit, he should be an ordinary swordsman.

Then Meng Jin squinted at the woman, but she was full of evil spirit.

The evil spirit is heavy, either it's just a small demon cultivation. If the realm is not enough, it can't cover up the evil spirit, or it's a big demon in the sea, full of evil spirit, and naturally leaks out.

This woman can only be a little demon.

Meng Jin just looked at these two people, and he didn't look at them any more. He was not the swordsman at that time. What's the matter with him.

The man in the blue robe asked, "do you have any wine?"

Meng Jin shook his head.

There is wine, but it's not something ordinary people can drink.

The red skirt woman pulled the man's blue robe, discontented and said, "don't you say tea?"

The man this just embarrassed smile, said a sentence is used to.

Meng Jin got up and walked into the teahouse. There were not many people who wanted to drink tea.

Meng Jin took out a big iron pot and began to cook tea. Tea was not a good tea, but it was better than cheap tea. Meng Jin didn't pay much attention to it, but it was better to cook it by hand.

Boiling tea for hundreds of years is familiar to everyone.

After the man sat down, he put the sword on the table, while the woman sat quietly opposite him. They did not speak, but looked at each other with affection in their eyes.

Meng Jin did not know how many people he had seen in his life, and how many scenes were even more boring than now, so he didn't feel anything.Add tea to the two people, back to the counter, Meng Jin thought about it and added a lamp.

The light is not very good.

All this last night, Meng Jin remembered that it seemed that these two people had never seen each other, but when he thought of the strangers he had seen in the past few months, Meng Jin felt that it was no big deal.

Meng Jin said something to them, and then he fell asleep on the counter.

The man in a blue robe said with a smile, "the old shopkeeper is so cool."

The red skirt woman whispered: "originally also did not have a few money."

The man laughed it off.

Red skirt woman asked: "younger martial sister has always been in love with you, why do you always ignore?"

The man frowned, seriously said: "this heart has promised you, how dare to give others."

To some little girls, this is naturally a beautiful love story, and may even be moved to tears.

But the red skirt woman is not an ordinary little girl, she lives much longer than this man, so there is no sign of crying.

However, Meng Jin, who was still sleeping on the counter, felt very boring and even faintly disgusted.

He kind of wanted them to leave quickly.

The two men could not leave because another man came into the teahouse.

The man also had a sword hanging from his waist, but a white robe.

Meng Jin opened his eyes and looked at the man.

"One in five."

This is the price.

The man in white threw down a piece of silver and went to the two men.

Before they arrived, the man in white only said, "younger martial sister, I don't care who you want to marry. But this sword is the treasure of zhenpai. It's not good to give it to an outsider like this."

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