I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

“Crunch~”

Zhu Jiuyin pushed open the door of the east wing.

The furnishings were exactly the same as when they came the second time, except for dust and cobwebs.

Zhu Jiuyin came to the wooden bed and gently picked up a bed leg.

Fold the oil paper under the legs of the bed and fold into square pieces into your hands.

Unwrapping the oil paper, inside is a piece of rice paper that is also neatly folded.

Carefully disassembling the rice paper block, Zhu Jiuyin saw the sword painted on it.

The system

gave Ah Fei all the memories of this life, so Zhu Jiuyin could easily find it.

“On the day of the assassination of Zhao Jin, the ninth prince of Weidu, Xiao Budian had visited the blacksmith shop in Windward Alley. Zhu

Jiuyin said softly: “My little one, just a little, I can get the heart and mind, only his own sword~”

Stuffing the rice paper into his sleeve, Zhu Jiuyin walked out of the east wing room.

When passing by the stove house, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly glimpsed a small bench in the doorway.

It’s a pity that the little Budian who stepped on the bench to boil medicine for his mother will never come back.

Collecting his mood, Zhu Jiuyin left the small courtyard.

After a cup of tea.

Blacksmith shop in Windswept Lane, Town.

The charcoal smoke choked on the nose, the sword strips were red, and even though it was freezing cold, the masters were still shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts on their lower bodies.

The heat wave rolls and clangs endlessly.

Every time the iron hammer smashes the sword bar, it can blow down a sea of stars.

On a boxy low table rests a copper mirror and a bowl of black goo.

Han Ying, the blacksmith shop treasurer who is one meter and five meters, is squatting in front of the low table at this moment, looking at his face full of flesh in the copper mirror.

After a long while, the man suddenly grabbed a handful of sticky matter and wiped it straight on the shiny bald head.

“Treasurer, what’s in the bowl, can’t it be cow dung again?!”

a master in the shop quipped.

“Treasurer, this thing of hair, if it falls off, it will not regenerate, you take your life.”

“Lao Cao is right, how many sins have you suffered over the years in order to grow hair?

“Which normal person would wipe cow dung on his head, and in order to promote the so-called blood circulation in the head, his mother turned himself upside down to fracture the cervical spine~”

Han Ying turned his head and glared at several masters fiercely.

Immediately let out a long sigh and said, “Why do such a handsome and dashing beautiful man like me want to lose his hair, and you strange ugly monsters are full of D hair?”

“Treasurer, when were your eyes blind?”

Han Ying was about to scold, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

“Great ox, the man has arrived, go and remove the red blood.

“Good. ”

……

No one knows when the boy arrived, except for Han Ying.

Wait for the masters to feel being watched and look up.

But I saw white clothes flowing outside the blacksmith shop and ribbons flying.

With his back to the white, Han Ying covered his head with the last sticky object, then grabbed the long sword resting on the low table and stood up.

“I’m going to forge a sword, what about your treasurer?”

asked Zhu Jiuyin.

“I am.

Han Ying turned around and handed the sword in his hand sideways.

Zhu Jiuyin’s eyebrows frowned slightly, “What do you mean?”

Han Ying grinned, “That kid in Wuyi Lane gave me a dream last night, saying that his master would come over to get the sword today. ”

Red blood?”

Han Ying nodded.

The crimson vertical pupils under Zhu Jiuyin’s ribbon narrowed slightly.

“Just cast?”

Han Ying shook his head, “That kid looked at me to see the drawings when he was twelve years old, and it was cast the same year, and I waited for a long time, and I didn’t see him come to get the sword.”

Zhu Jiuyin stretched out his hand to take the red blood, “He has been saving money for a long, long time~”

The small whirlwind squatting on his shoulder threw a few pieces of broken silver to Han Ying.

The man took it and weighed it twice, “No more, no less, exactly five taels.” ”

Farewell. ”

Go slowly.

Looking at the Xinchang back of the white-clothed boy who gradually disappeared, Han Ying muttered: “The god of Zhongshan, known as candle yin, regarded as day, blind as night, blowing as winter, breath as summer, without drinking, eating, and resting, and resting as wind.” The

man pouted disdainfully, “In terms of beauty, it is less than one ten-thousandth of me.” ”

……

Get out of town.

Zhu Jiuyin untied the white cloth tied to the hilt of the long sword.

“If it weren’t for the system, I wouldn’t have known that Xiao Bu Dian Dian

“That person can actually know

!” “It’s even more terrifying than Qi Qingjian who opens the sky with

a sword!” “Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, it’s not enough to describe this town~”

With a bang, Zhu Jiuyin pulled out his sword and unsheathed it.

The long sword is as clear as autumn water, the blade is as thin as the wings of a cicada, and the body of the sword is engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns.

Inserting the scabbard into the ground, Zhu Jiuyin freed his left hand.

The blade slashed gently.

The middle finger immediately bleeds bright red blood.

“So sharp!”

said Zhu Jiuyin in surprise.

You must know that after the system returned ten thousand times, his python body has surged from nearly forty meters before to one hundred meters.

More than twice as powerful.

He was easily cut by this sword.

Look down at the word ‘red blood’ at the junction between the hilt and the body of the sword.

Zhu Jiuyin’s heart was panicked.

The red blood is still there, and the young man is not seen.

……

In front of the Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

Inside the fenced courtyard, the main hall door is wide open.

Wine was warmed on the small red clay stove, and Tsing Yi, who was sitting in front of him, held the “Treasure Book of Flower Tasting” in his hand, and looked down to read it with relish.

Grab a glass of wine from time to time for a drink.

The big yellow dog, who was lying next to Qing Yi, suddenly looked up at the courtyard.

“Calm~”

Qing Yi reached out and touched the dog’s head.

The big yellow dog obediently lay down.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from far and near.

Tsing Yi withdrew his reluctant gaze from the book of sages, and the three lacquer pupils looked out quietly.

What comes into view is a delicate white coat.

A sword hangs from his waist and a short spear is held.

Qing Yi got up and walked out of the main hall, the corner of his mouth outlined a shallow arc, pointed to the dog kennel in the corner of the courtyard, and asked: “How?” Looking

at the gilded plaque with the inscription ‘Zhengda Light’, Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: “You should nail Emperor Wenjing’s head to it, not a dead thing.”

Qing Yi rolled his eyes and said, “The emperor of the world is easy to kill, but the Heavenly Dao Falling Sword is not so easy to carry.”

“I can’t even carry a knife with this little Shouyuan.” ”

In other words, what are you doing with this sword and spear, you are not going to fight with me!” Zhu

Jiuyin shook his head, “You once taught Xiao Bu to read and write, and you can be regarded as half of his master.”

“I’m here to inform you that Xiao Budian is dead.”

Qing Yi was stunned, and it took a long time before asking, “How did you die? Where did you die?” Zhu

Jiuyin said expressionlessly: “Died in Lingshi County, Wutong Prefecture, Yunzhou.”

“The intestines were broken, the internal organs melted like snow, and the death was very painful.”

“After death, he was also beheaded and separated.

“As for killing small people, there are many, many people.

Qing Yi asked knowingly, “Are you going to avenge that child?” Zhu

Jiuyin whispered, “While taking revenge, snow hatred.” ”

Qi Qingyan, before you were easily pinched by the Seventh Prince of Wei Du, and you were angry.

“In order to spit out the accumulated qi in your chest, you went all the way to Wei Capital to open the sky with a sword. The

white-clothed boy’s voice suddenly became cold, “The anger in my eyes almost burns me to ashes.”

“This fire, I want to vent it quickly.”

“I’m going to kill.”

“In the

end, I don’t want to die in another country.” ”

Fallen leaves have to come back to their roots.

Looking at the back of the young man who was gradually moving away, Qing Yi opened his mouth, but did not say anything.

The cold wind picked up.

In the eyes of Tsing Yi.

White clothes became bloody clothes.

……

PS: You guys are too fierce, directly killed 25 chapters, and only released them after deletion.

Chapter 2 It’s half past eleven, tomorrow is Monday, the one who should go to work, the school that should go to school, save it for self-study after work and watch again, sleep is important, don’t stay up late.

In addition, ask for a wave of free gifts, and some words are said in the second chapter.

Hold your fists and bow down.