Assassin Wu Liuqi's swordsman Lu Jiu

Nie Qinglong sighed.

Lu Jiu paused when she heard the words, but still said anxiously: "I implore the master to tell the disciple the truth!"

Then Lu Jiu knelt down without hesitation.

Nie Qinglong sighed inwardly, and gently lifted him up.

"Even if it's Bagualou, it's just that your brother is still alive."

"If you want to get the exact news about your brother, you still need to look at your own efforts..."

Chapter 82 What You Say Makes sense

Disappointment flashed in Lu Jiu's eyes upon hearing this, and she remained silent.

He really hoped to get the exact news about his younger brother from Nie Qinglong.

After all, I am only such a relative...

But things backfired, no matter whether Nie Qinglong knew the exact whereabouts of his younger brother, he didn't need to ask any more.

Lu Jiu knew this very well.

"In the next few days, let's practice with peace of mind."

"What you need is time."

"You can put aside the practice of sword skills for now, and you can deal with your own trivial matters today, and by the way, get familiar with this place where you will live for a long time in the future."

"Show your token and you can go unimpeded in Qinglong Pavilion, and you can enter most places."

"If something happens, I will come to you."

Nie Qinglong waved his hands, and then left with his hands behind his back.

His voice became smaller as the figure moved away, while Lu Jiu stood still.

'Anyway, I'm going to find Archie! '

Lu Jiu clenched her fists tightly, a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

Then he also left the small courtyard of Nie Qinglong's mansion.

I still have a lot of things to do, so I have to leave Qinglong Pavilion for a while.

……

On the streets of Dadongcheng, many knights with various weapons and strange costumes can be seen everywhere.

"Those who can join my Xuanwu Kingdom are all elites!"

“The pork sellers are also elites!”

These two sentences really explained the current situation of Xuanwu Kingdom.

Although only those with martial arts talents can join Xuanwu Kingdom.

But it is impossible for everyone in a country to be an assassin or a hero!

Just like the streets of Dadongcheng now.

There are traders who come from other countries to earn high profits, and they are also ordinary people.

There are also martial arts talents who step on the threshold and enter the Xuanwu Kingdom, but are forced to make a living and come out to work part-time.

If people from other countries are really allowed to do business, it is estimated that Xuanwu Kingdom will look like this now:

"Hey, boss, how much is this cabbage per catty?"

"500 taels of gold!"

"..."

Therefore, there are still ordinary people in Xuanwu Kingdom, but they are not recognized by Xuanwu Kingdom. (The setting here is based on me, so there is no need for everyone to argue)

But in this endless crowd, a thin and small figure was out of place.

He looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with a small stature, but he was wearing a large patched gray robe, which made him look a little funny.

A pair of smart eyes made him look like a clever ghost.

He held an abacus in his left hand, and a wooden stick picked up from nowhere in his right hand, with a piece of rag tied to it, and a few crooked characters stood out.

"Foretelling the secrets and divination of fortune."

This extremely arrogant and exaggerated propaganda made passers-by couldn't help watching and laughing, and then walked away.

The little magic stick ignored the gazes of these people, sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands in his sleeves, and hummed a little tune with his eyes closed.

It sounds a bit ironic.

People who come and go will laugh at the signboard of the little magic stick.

But he didn't know that on the other side not far away, a half-blind old fairy with a gray beard was like a background board, and no one even looked at him.

All the people who came and went walked by indifferently, only occasionally someone accidentally caught a glimpse of him.

A fat man with a belly exposed, a fat head with big ears, and kind eyes looked at the signboard of the little magic stick, and couldn't help raising his brows.

Then he lowered his body, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him with interest.

But he's just a kid!

Come out to work before the full moon?

Now the fortune-telling business is so down and out?

How dare you put up such a sign with such a big tone?

It just so happens that Fatty, I have nothing to do today, so I will treat you!

The fat man rolled his eyes, then smiled.

"Little beggar, are you helping others to keep the stall?"

Although he is fat, his facial features look benevolent, like a Maitreya Buddha.

He was very confident that he would definitely be able to stupefy this ignorant brat with his appearance like this.

"Fate, good fortune, marriage...all start with 500 taels of gold!"

The little god stick didn't even open his eyes to look at him, the old god said.

"Fuck!"

The fat man was startled when he heard the words, and the fat on his face trembled three times like waves.

"So expensive? Why don't you grab it?"

The fat man couldn't help but said.

He was completely taken aback by the price!

500 taels of gold!

Enough for him to eat hundreds of high-end inns!

Even if the price of pork is rising now, selling his fat body is not enough for a tael of gold!

This little kid actually opened his mouth and got 500 taels of gold!

Out of business?

His shout also attracted three or two passers-by who liked to watch the excitement, standing behind him, staring with great interest.

At this time, the little magic stick slowly opened his eyes, thought about what he said, shook his head for a moment, and nodded.

"Well...you're right!"

"I'm just grabbing!"

Then a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the little magic stick, and he quickly took out a sharp little sword and gently pressed it against the fat man's chin.

"!!!"

"Little handsome guy, little handsome guy, if you have something to discuss! If you have something to say, talk!"

The fat man's eyes were wide open, and he was sweating profusely, not daring to move.

Even the movements of speaking are gentle, for fear that the little sword on the top of his chin will accidentally get stuck in it!

"..."

The little magic stick looked into his eyes calmly.

The fat man's face twitched, a cold sweat broke out, his hands were in surrender, and he didn't dare to move.

Don't even dare to breathe!

After a moment.

"I'm just kidding!"

"Look at scaring the kid."

Finally, the little magic stick showed a professional smile, and put the little sword back.

"Hahahaha, the fat man has become a child!"

"This kid is funny!"

"This fat man is actually afraid of a child!"

The surrounding onlookers couldn't help laughing mercilessly.

Among them, there are many masters in the Xuanwu Kingdom, watching the excitement with relish.

The little god stick shrugged indifferently.

"hateful……"

The fat man's face turned blue when he realized it, and his whole body was fat and trembling with anger.

I was actually played by a child!And scare him like this!Embarrassed in front of so many people!

The fat man looked angry, his veins popping out.