Chapter 9

This is the problem of the sword clan at the age of 16. This problem is actually very simple for an ordinary person, but if it is changed to the sword family with a tradition of learning martial arts, then the sword clan is destined to be an alien. Xiwu is the oldest tradition of the Jian family. More than 200 years ago, Jimo Villa was a major school of martial arts, although Jimo Villa was not as prosperous as it is today. In the past 200 years, although the number of people in the Jian family who broke through the situation against the sky has been greatly reduced, the tradition of practicing martial arts has never been lost.

"Well, I don't want to learn martial arts anymore." The swordsman sat weakly in the chair and ate food without a mouthful.

The mother of the sword clan did not show a trace of surprise, but silently looked at her son; "Aren't you going to have a rendezvous with the little girl next door after dinner?"

"Well."

"Has the relationship been established?" A smile appeared on the forehead of the swordsman.

This made the 16-year-old swordsman feel a little shudder, holding the rice bowl tightly in their hands, and asked uneasily for a long time: "Well, what do you know? Follow me?"

The mother of the sword clan shook her head with a smile; "Why did I follow you? I just talked about you and her when I talked to others."

Although the mother did not follow herself, the mother's answer also made the Soege swordsman tremble enough. The swordsman threw the bowls and chopsticks in their hands in a panic; "I'm leaving."

The silver glow of the demon moon poured down and dragged the shadow of the sword clan to a long time. The sword clan shrank its shoulders and couldn't help saying; "It's so cold."

Sitting on the steps and looking down, the swordsman was thoughtful. It has been 16 years since I came to this world. If I count the events of my previous life, I have experienced a full 36 years of life. What the swordsman doesn't understand is that when they read the YY novels in their previous lives, the protagonists are more than 13th, but when they look at themselves, they can't even learn martial arts. How much is the swordsman lost, against the sky? That's really far away, and the swordsman smiled bitterly.

"Here you are." With a soft call, a girl came out from the corner. With Yinhui, the swordsman naturally recognized who the other party was.

The dark skin is not as white as an ordinary girl, and the hair looks messy and clean. Yes, cleanliness may be the girl's strongest feature, but the whole person exudes a quiet temperament. Maybe the word Shijing is used to describe this girl.

Seeing the girl in front of him, the swordsman suddenly felt that all his unhappiness had disappeared. He patted the soil on his body. The swordsman stood up and jumped happily to the flower girl's side; "You're finally here."

A pair of lovers sat side by side, and the sword clan excitedly pointed to the demon moon in the sky; "Let's watch the demon moon tonight?"

The flower girl shook her head.

The swordsman did not feel frustrated at all: "Go to the night market? What do you want to eat?"

"Let's go and see." The girl raised her eyebrows. The sword chicken nodded like pecking rice.

To be precise, Guyue Village and Jimo Villa are actually in the same place, but Jimo Villa is built on the mountain and is located on the mountain step by step. Guyue Village is naturally at the foot of the mountain, and some disciples of the Jian family and other families live in Guyue Village. The population of Guyue Village is very prosperous. A small street on the right has become a night market, and brothels and restaurants are located on this street.

"Here you are." The swordsman quickly bought two skewers of barbecue; "Would you like a bowl of hot soup?"

"No." The flower girl shook her head.

"Yo, isn't this the little swordsman? Why did you hook up with this little girl? A young man sat on the table in a small stall and mocked.

The swordsman naturally knew the man sitting at the table, Xilin Zhan. The swordsman turned his head and stared at the other party fiercely.

The table overturned, and Xilin stood domineeringly pointing to the Swordsman; "Fuck you, stare at it again."

The swords retreated. Compared with Xilin Station, the swordsmen have no capital. The swordsmen have no power to bind chickens. The heart of the swordsmen is simply dripping blood. If they have martial arts, how can Xilin dare to be so arrogant in front of them. The swordsman's eyes escaped and spit out a weak sentence: "You are sick."

Xilin Station was very satisfied with the performance of the swordsman and waved his sleeves casually; "I won't accompany you two little kids."

Everyone can see who wins and who loses. The swordsmen also lost their interest in visiting the night market.

The swordsmen sitting on the steps up the mountain look extremely lost. The flower girl looked at the sword clan; "The sword clan."

The sword clan turned his head and looked at the flower girl; "What's wrong?"

"We." The flower girl hesitated for a moment; "Let's break up, I'm sorry." After saying that, the girl slowly stood up and walked in the direction of her home.

"Why?" The swordsman panicked, anxious and afraid. To be honest, since they are sensible, the swords have been trying to improve their knowledge. The swords know that they may not know martial arts, but as long as they can get the first place, then everything is fine. As a champion, I can also gain a foothold in Jimo Villa.

"I just want to find a boy who can walk on the street with me. My request is very simple." The flower girl turned her head with tears in her eyes.

The heart of the sword clan thumped, and its heart seemed to be broken.

The memory was vague, and the swordsman opened their eyes vaguely, and the glory of the demon sun poured on the yard. The swordsman doesn't remember when he returned home.

"I asked for leave for you today. You don't have to lecture in martial arts hall. The maid of the sword clan lifted the curtain and came in.

"I want to learn martial arts." The swordsman looked firmly at their forehead.

The woman sat by the bedside of the sword clan and tied the sword clan's hair; "Didn't you try it once before? That time almost killed you.

The swordsman turned his head and quickly put on his clothes: "I'm going to find my grandfather."

The mother of the sword clan sighed helplessly. How could the woman not understand the thoughts of the sword clan?

The building of Jimo Villa is stepped, and the sword-like house is located at the top of the mountain. The morning sun looked warm, and Jian Fengliu looked at the distance with a wine glass, and his eyes naturally showed a sense of drunkenness. In fact, Jian Fengliu is so drunk every day.

A burst of rapid footsteps came from the foothill, and the drunkenness of the sword immediately woke up. There was no true flow all over the body. There was no real flow of such a person except his grandson in Jimo Villa.

"Grandfather." The Soege swordsman ran into the hall like crazy.

Jian Fengliu put his injured wine bottle elsewhere; "What's wrong?" His face was flushed and there was a breath of wine; "Come and sit next to me, didn't you go to the martial arts hall today? This is not your character."

"I want to learn martial arts." The sword clan ran to the side of the sword style. Only at this time can the sword clan feel safe and absolute safety. That is, who is the biggest in Mo Villa? Of course, it's the sword.

A black cloud has been wiped on the forehead of the sword style; "Change individual requirements."

"I want to learn martial arts." The swordsman looked firmly at the sword style.

"Don't be angry, your physique is really not suitable for learning martial arts." After saying that, Jian Fengliu took a sip of the wine bottle and knocked on the head of the Soege sword clan with the wine bottle in an attempt to make the boy wake up a little.

"Grandpa, you must have a way to let the swordsmen learn martial arts." The swordsman shook the sword's elegant arm desperately.

"I really can't help it." Jian Fengliu stroked the head of the sword clan; "How about you go to Juncheng for a few days?"

The swords held their red eyes and looked at their grandfather; "I want to learn martial arts to strengthen myself. I don't want to be bullied."

"I have ambition." Jian Fengliu nodded with a smile; "You can learn literature and take the exam for the top exam. Haven't you always had such an ideal before?

"I must learn martial arts." The swordsman gritted his teeth and stood up and walked out; "I believe that there must be secrets in the library that can make me learn martial arts."

The sword shook his head helplessly. The physique of the sword clan is simply an open secret of Jimo Villa. As for why the swords have such a constitution, the sword style is chagrined.

Twilight is approaching soon, and it is about to go down the mountain.

"Isn't he still seeing anyone?" Jian Fengliu looked at his daughter-in-law in front of him.

The mother of the Swordsman nodded; "He is not in the library."

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"What are you doing lying here?" An extremely depressed young man sits on a haystack with a chicken leg, which is actually an extremely decent statement. It is definitely the most accurate statement to say that he is a beggar.

The swordsman did not care about the straws on their heads, and even let their hair be messy in the wind.

Seeing that the sword clan did not reply, the beggar handed over the chicken leg; "Do you want to eat it?"

The sword clan looked at the saliva above, and there was a burst of nausea, but now the sword clan is also a little hungry. Since last night, the sword clan has not eaten. The swordsman touched his pocket, and fortunately there was some money; "Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

"Really?" The little beggar drooled; "Can you let me visit the brothel?"

The swordsman's forehead brushed a dark cloud, and to be precise, there was indeed a brothel in Guyue Village. It's also a drunken red building. As for who the dirty little beggar next to him is, everyone must know who else is there besides the lonely picking flowers.

At this time, Dugu picking flowers was really a beggar in the village. The strange thing is that everyone did not drive him out of Jimo Villa. It is said that the ancestors of Dugu picking flowers were also official eunuchs. Unfortunately, his father died early, and his mother bagd the property and then flew directly. The boy left alone to pick flowers in the village. It is said that the original name of Dugu picking flowers is not like this, but everyone has also seen that this boy not only claims to collect flowers all over the world, but also likes to visit brothels. Therefore, picking flowers became the original name of this little beggar's name, which was naturally forgotten by everyone, leaving only his surname.

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