This witch, please stay

Chapter 10 The Ranger in White

When the little fox slowly returned to the thatched hut, the young Jianxiu in plain white clothes had disappeared, leaving the skinny old woman embroidering a brand new embroidered shoe in the house.

Because of her dim eyesight, her head was lowered so low that it almost touched the upper of the embroidered shoe. Beside her, there was already an extremely exquisite embroidered shoe leaning quietly against the back of the chair. superior.

Looking at the pair of embroidered shoes embroidered with gold silk phoenix, the cardamom girl with the pair of ponytails narrowed her eyes slightly, inadvertently outlining the enchantment hidden in the corner of her eyes.

"Grandma, on the way back, I met a scholar in white clothes, he looks so handsome!"

The girl's innocent words made the old man who was almost stuck in the embroidered shoe come back to his senses. He straightened his back with some difficulty and pulled his face away from the embroidered shoe. She looked at her tall and pretty little girl every day. The granddaughter unconsciously had a satisfied smile on her face.

The smile extended from her shriveled lips to both sides, passing through deep wrinkles like field ridges one after another.

"You little girl~"

"That scholar is a good young man with a warm heart. You see, he helped grandma cook the food on the table. But, he is handsome, even his complexion is so bad. At first glance, I thought grandma was him." It's the little devil who came to take grandma's life!" The old lady said "haha" and smiled, subconsciously looking at the already full water tank in the corner of the room.

Listening to grandma's joke, the little girl's eyes flashed with a strange light, but it was only for a moment before she returned to normal, and she called the old man to start eating.

While eating a plate of fried cabbage that was heard to be made by the scholar, the little girl's eyes moved slightly, and the movement of her cheeks paused for a moment before continuing to chew, but she secretly dismissed it in her heart. Thoughts to eat.

"What a weird guy."

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After leaving the thatched hut that didn't know how many more winters it would last, Xun Ming, who had a complicated mood, unknowingly quickened his pace.

Although there are many ruined temples in the mountains and forests, one does not appear every night, and Xun Ming happened to come across it.

Randomly found a fairly thick old tree, tapped the trunk twice with his toes, and the young sword cultivator in plain white clothes came to the lush tree canopy.

After finding a more comfortable branch to lie down on, he lightly tapped with his fingertips, and four identical snow-white flying swords popped out, inserted into the surrounding branches, vaguely forming a tetrahedron, protecting him within it.

The invisible "membrane" slowly oozes from the four small swords, and gradually surrounds them, isolating a small world on the canopy.

These four small snow-white swords in a complete set were obtained from the Treasure Pavilion of the Oblique Moon Sect. Because they lacked lethal power, they only had the function of isolating a "small world". Because this can be called a "chicken rib", it was "downgraded" year after year in the Treasure Pavilion until it was forgotten in the corner of the third floor.

The third floor of the Treasure Pavilion is the lowest level that the magic weapon can descend to.

But by a coincidence, it was brought to Mr. Xun who wanted to get another cheaper magic weapon to make up the whole.

And that Mr. Xun, who the whole sect knew had a special liking for white, was fascinated by the four "chicken ribs" flying swords on the spot.

There is no other reason.

good looking.

The four small swords are exactly the same, one size smaller than the flying swords that are usually used for attacking, and they belong to the "array sword" that looks like it is specially used for formation.

The blades of the four flying swords are snow-white, exuding a skin-piercing chill naturally, as if carved from white ice for thousands of years, and behind the sword grid, including the hilt, is faintly light blue It is a transparent crystal, in which strands of icy blue cold light can be seen swimming in Gu Zi, snow white and light blue blend together in the first half of the sword grid, forming a section of blue and white interlaced joint area, the cold tones blend, miscellaneous It has a unique beauty.

He called out the "Mid-Autumn" flying sword, which he had given a festive name, and quietly watched it swim back and forth between his five fingers like a whitebait.

After such a long time, the young man in white lying on the branch felt that his heart gradually returned to calm.

So he sat up and recovered his injuries with the help of Yuehua.

In the next few days, Xun Ming tried to change into several different costumes, but he still didn't meet even a monster, let alone the female fairy he was thinking of.

Just such a dreary day rushing on the road and night healing, when the next city appeared far away in his field of vision, his injuries had almost fully recovered.

A white robe with cuffs wrapped tightly by strips of cloth, a simple hair band that tied the hair on his head, and a mortal black sheathed sword pinned to his waist, this is Xun Ming's current attire.

A young ranger in white.

Xun Ming originally wanted to match it with a white sheath sword, but after thinking about it, he felt that the white sheath sword was too fancy and did not fit his temperament as a poor young ranger.

Of course, another important reason is that the white sheath sword is basically characterized by fancy, and it is specially aimed at those aristocratic families who don't know much about martial arts, but always like to show off their arrogance with a sword on their waist.

The result of this is that the prices of those white sheathed swords that can be slightly as good as his eyes are not affordable for those young rangers who drink the northwest wind as wine.

If he really matched it with a flamboyant white sheath sword casually, there are only three possible outcomes, either being robbed, beaten, or robbed and beaten again.

Although he is a "master" in the cave realm, he is not afraid of these bad things, but going back and forth like this is always troublesome, isn't it?
Of course, he was also wearing a cheap white robe, and then straddled a white sheath sword, which is considered precious in the world, and walked down a small alley, but there were two extra burdens on his hands, and two NOs on his knees. After 30 unshaven grandchildren, I understand this truth.

Xun Ming, who was a little unhappy because he straddled a black scabbard sword, walked into the city gate with a cold face, and the two city guards who were obviously drunk were shocked, thinking that it was someone who was not clear-headed The ranger is here to play Shi Laozi's "Single Breaking the City".

Although the best record among those rangers with brains is that they launched a sneak attack and knocked down the two city guards who guarded the gate, and then punched each of the guards who came to them like a pig's head.

But if something like that happened to the two of them, it would be a bad luck, wouldn't it?
It's cool to be in a group of people and beat someone up, but it's really not so good to watch the door and pay someone for nothing.

So the two pregnant city guards who were hiccupping stared at their drunken eyes of different sizes, watching with trepidation after the white-clothed ranger with a long sword across his waist disappeared from sight, and then he opened his mouth. He took a sip of shochu and suppressed his shock.

(End of this chapter)