The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 281, Shushan Traitor
"Aristocrats?" "The Langya Wang family, Qinghe Cui family, and Longxi Li family in the romance novels you often read, these messy Chinese-style noble titles are inspired by the powerful nobles."

Liu Xu's face flushed instantly.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Liu Xu wants to tell you how you know.
"Because of that novel, I also read it." Jiang Xing smiled slightly, speaking surprisingly.

Catkin: "."

Ok
I didn't expect the chief to have such a hobby.

Liu Xu silently remembered.

Although the white tiger on the side was cooking gracefully, he also remembered one thing.

It turns out that Miss Liu Xu likes to read romance novels.

At this time Jiang Xing said leisurely.

"Different from the family members in the novel, in history, the real family members are not so romantic, and more of them are cruel, indifferent, and cold class oppression. Just like the European nobles, you can't just because of the family members of the novel. Flowers, I thought it was a good thing.”

"That thing is not a thing."

And Li Wei listened silently from the side, agreeing that everything about that era was really unbearable to read.

But fortunately, although the current era also has various flaws, it is also full of hope.

It's pretty good.

Li Wei picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, it was tender and smooth, with a lingering aroma.

After some chatting and having enough water and food, Jiang Xing said with a smile.

"By the way, I haven't thanked you, Daxian, but this time I brought you a gift."

"You don't have to be so polite."

Li Wei smiled and shook his head, helping is also to accumulate merit for himself.

"One matter is another matter. You helped guard Qin Huangling's Mausoleum, and also helped me settle a past karma. I should thank you Liu Xu, bring it up."

"Yes."

Liu Xu took off the box behind her back and opened it.

A broken ancient sword was exposed inside.

"This is."

"This is a sword I got by chance back then, an ancient sword."

The ancient sword has long been dilapidated, and it is full of rust and invisible blood, full of dilapidated meaning.

It can be seen that the owner of the sword has experienced countless battles.

"I was besieged by bandits back then. It was the owner of this sword who saved me from the bandits. Later, by chance, he gave me this sword."

Jiang Xing stroked the sword lightly and said: "This is the only thing in my collection that belongs to that era. Every time I see him, I can still think of the darkness and suffering that our land and this country have experienced. "

"I no longer need to meditate and introspect through the memories of the past. That era has passed. All I need to do is focus on the present, look into the future, and fight for the future. There is no need to appreciate that memory. "

"I have long heard that Daxian likes to collect these ancient relics with history. Now I will do my best to give this thing to you."

"Is that so?"

Li Wei stroked the sword lightly, his eyes softened, and he could feel the emotions conveyed from it.

Be positive, positive.

This was a rare thing in that era.

Jiang Xing and Liu Xu are still eating
And Li Daochang.

Looking at this battle sword, he didn't say much.

Feeling the strong breath above, the owner of this sword.

It is a practitioner.

Not only can you feel the remaining aura traces, but also the will on the sword.

He is a swordsman who is very powerful both in will and practice.

"Just let me see."

Misty incense, rising clouds of smoke.

Escaping into a dream, using the sword as a medium.

When Li Wei opened his eyes again, the place he was in was no longer within the Taoist temple.

The not-so-busy streets are full of ragged people, wearing so little in this cold winter.

Among these people, the young Taoist priest in a simple Taoist robe is considered to be very well dressed.

Hawkers who hawk, people who are thin, even if they hawk, there are not many people who consume.

It was full of dilapidated atmosphere.

Li Wei could smell the rotten smell in the air. It was a real rotten smell.

The corpses on the side of the road were lying in a mess, and they were thrown away at will, and there was no one who restrained them.

These corpses include adults and children, no matter what age group people are, they all starve to death here.

And most of the civilians are either crowded together and walking numbly, or lying on the side of the road begging - although begging is useless, no one has any surplus food, and those who have surplus food can't see them.

pat pat pat.

There was a sound of hooves.

A incense chariot was pulled out. The incense chariot was extravagantly luxurious, with the fragrance of mahogany, but it was wrapped in fur to keep it warm.

The horseshoes ran rampant in the narrow sidewalk, regardless of the presence of people around, and many people were knocked away by the horseshoes.

And the people around, when they heard the sound of horseshoes and the rampage of the carriage, and ignored the pedestrians, instead of dodging, they rushed forward.

"Master, let's enjoy a bite of food."

"Master, I have a child"

"All right, sir, I kneel down for you, kind old master"

And the people around didn't even look at it, and the groom driving the carriage even beat the surroundings with a whip.

"Go away, you untouchables, do you know whose carriage you are blocking? Believe it or not, the eldest lady is sure that the death penalty carriage is the daughter of the Langya Wang family, go away!"

Among them, the oldest beggar rushed to the front. He looked old and thin, but he was very powerful. The refugees around him couldn't squeeze him, but the old beggar still spoke flattering words.

"Okay, please, give me something to eat, the old beggar is starving to death. Please, please."

The groom didn't take a look at the old beggar.

The slovenly old beggar was still stained with feces and urine and had an inexplicable smell. The smell on his body was stinky.

It smells worse than the surrounding people.

"What dog?"

At this time, there was another swordsman sitting outside the car, with a faint light on the sword edge in his left hand, staring at the old beggar with indifference.

Those eyes didn't seem to be staring at people, as if they were staring at a thing, a stone on the side of the road, or garbage that could be thrown down at any time.

The edge of the sword has loomed, and he wants to strike these civilians with his sword.

Especially this stinking thing, he dared to get close to the carriage.
Cleaning up the garbage for the Langya Wang family is the responsibility of the diners.

Li Wei also noticed the old beggar, and was shocked when he saw his appearance.

"It's actually him"

The old beggar was skinny and covered in wounds and stench, but Li Wei would never forget his appearance.

At least, when he was on Mount Shu back then, his sword was as sharp as a fairy sword out of its sheath. Facing Xu Qing, he carried out his will, like a sharp sword, and the slope of the mountain did not change.

It is indeed hard to forget, such a will, the will not to change the mountains and rivers.

He is a rebel from Shushan.

Qingshu——

(End of this chapter)