Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Brother Cui, the provincial examination is coming soon, why are you not in a hurry?"

After eating and drinking, Ning Caichen reviewed his lessons by candlelight. When he saw Liao Wenjie making gestures with his sword with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but remind him.

Scholars should put their fame first. It’s okay to keep fit by dancing with spears and sticks, but they must not become discouraged by playing with things. Especially now, if you have time to practice swordsmanship, it is better to read more of the Four Books and Five Classics.

"Brother Ning, the eight-part essay is useless. You need to do more questions. Download a few question papers and study the examiner's hobbies. Passing the provincial examination is like passing a wooden stake. It's okay if you don't practice now." Liao Wenjie replied casually. , three years of college entrance examination, five years of simulation, Huanggang will not lie.

Ning Caichen looked confused. He was an honest scholar and did not understand the techniques of examination. He was about to ask something else. Suddenly, there was an angry shout from across the courtyard, and Yan Chixia rushed out of Lanruo Temple with all her equipment.

"You brat, come with me!"

Liao Wenjie, who was practicing his sword, had a sudden thought in his mind. He thought of some possibility, and his face turned dark immediately. Amidst Ning Caichen's exclamation, he sheathed his sword and jumped from the second floor.

You're so high, what if you break your leg?

Ning Caichen hurriedly ran to the window. He couldn't see anything in the darkness. The next second, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and dragged him down from the second floor.

"Ahhhh!!"

Ning Caichen stood on the ground with a look of horror on his face, his hands clasping Liao Wenjie's shoulders, and his screams were delayed for several seconds.

"Keep your voice down, it's not peaceful in the mountains, don't attract the monsters!"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to put Ning Caichen on his shoulders, used the light skill of flying up on the grass, and strode after Yan Chixia.

It was obviously flying on grass, but it was not a girl who was unconscious. Bad review!

"Brother Cui, why is your martial arts so... wrong? Where are you taking me?"

Being held up by Liao Wenjie on his shoulders, Ning Caichen felt like the world was spinning, the wind was blowing in his ears, and he held on to the clothes at hand tightly, fearing that he would be thrown out suddenly.

"I'll take you to see the monsters and monsters. After reading this, you'll know how dangerous the mountains are."

Liao Wenjie replied, as expected, something happened with Xiahou Swordsman, but he didn't know the specific situation. Was it that he had been sucked into a mummy by his grandma, or was he able to exert his powerful strength as a top swordsman and fight evenly with her...

If it's the latter, bringing along Ning Caichen, who has no strength, is equivalent to adding a cumbersome teammate.

But it would be more dangerous to keep it in the temple. If grandma kills Xiahou and returns to Lanruo Temple with a single shot, Ning Caichen will basically get it for nothing.

After thinking about it, Liao Wenjie decided to take him with him, keep him safe tonight, and send him down the mountain early tomorrow morning.

…

The battlefield by the waterhole.

In the air, the scent of rouge and gouache was extremely strong, covering up the smell of ghosts and monsters. There were messy clothes all over the place, a few rows of small trees were broken, and the grass fell to the ground, as if something was rolling over it... It would be right to call it a battlefield.

Yan Chixia stood next to the pool, looking at Xiahou who was like a dead tree under the rock, shaking her head repeatedly and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Brother Xiahou, sex is like a bone-scraping steel knife. Your ambition is to become the best swordsman in the world, but you are easily defeated by a few female ghosts. How tragic and ridiculous!"

Yan Chixia sighed. With Xiahou's ability, not to mention a few female ghosts, there were dozens or hundreds of them. Unless he wanted to, they would not be able to get within ten meters of her.

And the sword he carried close to his body had not been unsheathed, and his whole body was reduced to a skeleton and a barren tree. One can imagine the course of the battle.

"It's quite tragic..."

Liao Wenjie put down Ning Caichen and looked at Xiahou's body with a sigh. He warned him and even deliberately detained the two most beautiful female ghosts under his grandma. As a result, Xiahou was still obsessed with the beauty of the female ghosts and eventually died of his grandma's words. Down.

The only difference is probably that this time I fought a dozen people, instead of Xiaoqian's legs going weak immediately after the duel, barely retaining her dignity as a superb swordsman.

"Brother Cui, who is this person and why did he die here?"

When Ning Caichen saw the mummy, his face turned pale with fright, and he hid behind Liao Wenjie.

"Brother, you have seen before, the Xiahou swordsman who wielded his sword to kill everyone."

"No way, how...how..."

"We met a monster!"

Liao Wenjie gave Ning Caichen a serious look: "I don't want to be like him and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"

Ning Caichen nodded tremblingly, and just wanted to ask if he could go down the mountain now.

"You two, let me see it clearly. A powerful swordsman like Xia Hou was deceived by his beauty and ended up dead in the mountains."

Yan Chixia looked at Ning Caichen and warned: "Remember to take this as a warning and don't take any chances, otherwise the Xiahou of today will be you tomorrow."

Yan Chixia was not worried at all about Liao Wenjie. The two female ghosts had been circling him for several nights. They tried their best to get humiliated in every way, but now there was a tendency to change their ways.

On the other hand, this new little scholar has a charming face and looks like the next target of the female ghost.

"This...this hero, I will go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. Monsters...even monsters can't catch me."

"As long as you know!"

After Yan Chixia finished her warning, she raised her hand to pick up Xiahou's body, and after acquaintance with him, she couldn't bear to see him buried in the wilderness, and was ready to find a place to bury him.

At this moment, Xiahou's bones suddenly protruded, his withered claws clawed at Yan Chixia's neck, and his mouth opened like dry bark, spitting out gray miasma.

"Xiahou, you are acting like this, why do you still want to fight me? Are you so obsessed with me?"

Yan Chixia slapped away the mummy and said sadly: "If you really want to pursue the sword, why don't you strengthen your sword skills? Why don't you just swing your sword to kill those female ghosts?"

Ning Caichen hid behind Liao Wenjie, closing his eyes and not daring to look. Liao Wenjie sighed and revealed the truth: "He wants to be famous as the best swordsman in the world, and he also wants to have a beautiful wife by his side. He wants it too much." He... attacked you probably because he was jealous, because he was jealous that you were alive and he was dead."

"I know, it's just a pity for a generation of swordsmen..."

Yan Chixia closed her eyes sadly, took out the seven-star soul-locking needle, and threw it at the mummy rushing towards her.

Golden light broke through the sky, and Xiahou's mummy stood straight to the end, with airway flames igniting on his body. He waved his hands randomly, but within a moment it turned into a handful of dust.

"It's not just sad or ridiculous..."

Liao Wenjie shook his head, took two steps forward, and picked up Xiahou's sword.

Clang! !

The long sword is as black as ink, and you can feel the bone-chilling chill from across the air. In addition, after challenging Yan Chixia for seven consecutive years, and fighting against the ancient divine weapons in her hands, it can be imagined that this sword is absolutely extraordinary.

"Master Yan, what is the name of this sword?"

"have no idea."

"Well……"

Liao Wenjie blinked and asked doubtfully: "You recognized the Shengxie Sword at a glance, but you can't recognize this one. Is the quality of the Shengxie Sword still higher than this one?"

"The Sword of Victory over Evil is famous because its forger is the best in the world and is known as the originator of sword making. This one..."

Yan Chixia commented: "It's sharp enough, and it can cause a bloody storm in the world if thrown out, but it's not that interesting to say that it can defeat evil swords on par."

"What does it mean?"

"Fame!"

What does this mean?

Liao Wenjie blinked blankly and muttered: "Since this sword has no name, let me give it a new name, call it Black..."

"He~~tui!"

Yan Chixia spat on the ground, ignored Liao Wenjie's look, and took back the seven soul-locking needles: "Okay, let's all disperse. Go back to bed and do whatever you need to do tomorrow."

"Brother Ning, my sword is named Hei..."

“It’s so dark, is it already night?”

"..."

Liao Wenjie: (_)

"Look what I'm doing, I don't have flowers on my face!" Yan Chixia snorted angrily and turned back to Lanruo Temple.

"I pinned the 'Black Sword' on my back and quickly caught up with the Taoist priest in front of me!"

Liao Wenjie added a narration by himself, took the opportunity to read out the name of the sword, picked up Ning Caichen and chased Yan Chixia: "Master Yan, Xiahou swordsman died so miserably, you don't want to bring bad luck to the monster, so you can avenge him by the way. hatred?"

"Xiahou... he is a villain through and through. I came to save him just because we have known each other for seven years and couldn't bear the death of a generation of swordsmen. What happened to him is only because of his dishonesty in swordsmanship. If he only focused on the sword... forget it, The deceased is the most important person, so talking about it is useless.”

Yan Chixia had never thought about avenging Xia Hou. She turned around and looked at Liao Wenjie and added: "You and the little scholar are the same. You were fascinated by the female ghost and were so obsessed that you wanted to die. Don't expect me to rescue you." ,not worth it!"

"I'm notorious for not being a womanizer. Brother Ning will go down the mountain tomorrow morning..."

Liao Wenjie thought about it and reminded: "Brother, please be gentle tonight and make a bed on the floor in my house. Don't go out to release water in the middle of the night. You will be captured by the female ghost. Just stand at the window and look outside. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

After seeing Xiahou's fate, Ning Caichen nodded repeatedly. Even if he was beaten to death tonight, he would not leave the house.

…

Flower House.

A group of female ghosts collapsed to the ground listlessly. Although there were many ghosts, they were no match for Xia Hou's natural power. Fortunately, it was not their first day in the world, and they were able to conquer Xia Hou with their rich experience.

Even after fighting this battle, my body was so light that it took me a while to recover.

Black wind swept outside the house, and grandma threw the two red human pupae on the ground. She cut the red line with her sharp nails and released Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing, who were unable to move.

The two of them turned pale, knelt down and admitted their mistake, and explained: "Grandma, when we heard your summons, we left Lanruo Temple immediately. We never thought..."

"Needless to say, I already know that the stinky old man thinks that by locking you up, I will have no available maids. Who are you looking down on!"

Grandma sneered three times, then pursed her lips and said with endless aftertaste: "The top martial arts master in the world is really delicious. He can suck a hundred people more than him."

The more grandma thought about it, the more greedy she became. If it weren't for the restriction of her true nature, she would have wanted to take a trip to the human world and become a court official.

"By the way, on the way to Lanruo Temple, I saw the smelly Taoist priest and the scholar... You have been deceived. The scholar has martial arts skills. I suspect that he is the disciple of the smelly Taoist priest."

Grandma frowned for a moment and then said: "So, the reason why you haven't been able to capture him for so many days is all because of the old man's plan. He pretended to bet with me, but in fact he planned to plot against me from the beginning. It's really hateful!"

"Grandma, do we still want to go to Lanruo Temple?" Xiaoqing asked cautiously.

"Go, it doesn't matter if you can't seduce the old Taoist disciple. There is a new scholar in Lanruo Temple. He is thin and tender. You go and play with him. I will make the old Taoist lose his face."

Grandma's eyes turned cold, and she said with a ferocious smile: "Of course, if you can make two people become enemies over sex, kill each other, and do what brought disaster to Xiao Qiang, grandma, my face will be bright, and your benefits will be indispensable."

Can you let me go and start a new life? x2

Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing bowed their heads, acting like ghosts next to their grandma, being traded around as despicable things, acting like ghosts around Liao Wenjie, and having a sense of human dignity.

They didn't dare to say anything, but they had some ideas in their hearts.

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