The Waking of Insects in February means that spring has passed. At this time, every household will beat the beams with wicker sticks to drive away bad luck and injuries. It is also to drive back the dead people. The last seven days of January are used to send the souls back to the ghost gate. , but there will also be ghosts who are greedy for the human world and are unwilling to leave, so they must be driven away with wicker sticks on February 15th.
Only one young man was different. While working in a hurry in every household, there was a young man who leaned against a green tree and covered his eyes with a magazine. The name of this magazine was "Stories That Must Be Telled at the Pole Star Sect" with a line of small words underneath. 'Produced by An Jiejiu'
He was wearing white lining and outer cloth armor, and beside him was a simple sword. Even though it was an ordinary sword that was difficult to find on the street, it was well maintained and glowed in the sunlight that was not blocked by the shadow of the trees.
"Hehe..." the boy suddenly murmured.
"Hey hey hey..." The laughter got louder.
"I'm a hero now... Hey... I'm the Great Sword Fairy... Signed for two hundred..."
Even in his dream, the boy could smile from ear to ear. You can imagine how beautiful his dream was.
"Yi Jian Xin!!!"
A roar woke up Yi Jianxing from his sweet dream. He dropped the book on his head, revealing an ordinary face. If there was a score, the full score would be ten. He got six points, and one point was left. Wocan added it.
He woke up in a daze and seemed to be still lost in his dream. He subconsciously murmured: "Who is calling me the Sword Immortal?"
A very scary face came into view, and he woke up instantly. He was so frightened that he immediately picked up the sword beside him and shouted at the same time:
"Monster! Look at the sword!"
His sword was easily deflected by the man. The man's dark face and arbitrary appearance made him look even more alienated from his primate status.
"Shift change!" the man said sullenly.
"Uh..." At this time, Yi Jianxin also reacted, scratching his head in embarrassment and smiling, "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I thought there was a monster."
As soon as these words came out, Brother Wang's face suddenly became gloomier, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be exuding cold air.
"Um, haha, I'm going to take over!" After Yi Jianxin said that, he ran away without taking his head with him, for fear that Brother Wang would come up and chop him with his sword.
After running for a while, he turned back to confirm that Brother Wang had not caught up with him, so he slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief. The crisis was over. Then he thought of the dream he had just had, and couldn't help but curl his eyes and jump up and down. He ran towards the entrance of the village and sang songs with a smile.
"Two orioles sing in the green. You don't have a girlfriend yet. Two rabbits, male and female, walk together on the ground. You don't have a boyfriend yet. When the road is rough, they roar. Look, that single dog... Wuwu Woo." Yi Jianxin sang, laughed and cried.
This song was so sad that Yi Jianxin, who had just had a good dream, was in no mood at all, as if he was being slapped unpreparedly while walking on the road.
"Which bastard made me hear this!" Yi Jianxin cursed secretly.
After a while, he arrived at the head of the village. He stood deftly at the entrance of the village, holding a sword in his hand and looking at the people coming and going with wandering eyes.
"You guys who play with knives are just lazy!"
"Bah! You guys are so dirty when playing with swords!"
"What did you say?!"
The two started fighting at the entrance of the village, and Yi Jianxin suddenly woke up from the fantasy of how to become a great swordsman.
"Hey! Don't fight! Don't fight!"
The two of them fought together, but neither of them used weapons. They punched to the flesh, and the fight was so lively that it was comparable to UF... What's going on?
The two quickly entered the ground battle, billowing thick smoke.
"Don't fight, don't fight!" As he said this, he looked back in horror. More and more people were watching the excitement. If this continued, his remaining performance would be deducted! He turned around, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the thick smoke!
"Oh, don't hit..."
"Don't fight! Don't fight!"
"Don't fucking hit me!!!"
In the thick smoke, bursts of Yi Jianxin's screams could be heard. Those who heard it were sad, those who saw it shed tears, and the wife covered her child's eyes when she saw it.
After the thick smoke cleared, the two people walked out proudly. They snorted coldly at each other and then went their separate ways. There was no overnight feud in the world.
"Those bastards!" Yi Jianxin climbed up with difficulty and carefully touched his cheek with his hand. The moment he touched it, he grinned in pain. "Are you all so devoid of moral principles these days? Just hit someone. Why are you slapping me in the face? Hiss, it hurts so much."
He sighed, picked up the sword on the ground, wiped it carefully with the cloth armor on his body, blew it again, looked sideways at the sword body, and saw his handsome face, which was bruised and bruised, but He still smiled, not that he was happy because he was beaten, he didn't have such a hobby, he was just happy that the sword was clean.
He dusted himself off, and Yi Jianxin stood at the entrance of the village with his sword as if nothing had happened. He just watched quietly, looking at the vagrants and idle knights. Occasionally, he would pay more attention to the female knights. After a quick glance, the motorcade was full of people coming and going, and there was no end to the hustle and bustle. There was a hint of envy in his eyes.
This is Suifeng Village. The meaning of the name is, good harvest every year, good harvest every year, good harvest every year. It is the last village on the way to the west or west of the Dabai border. There is an endless stream of caravans, or it may be dangerous outside. Those caravans will naturally We need to recruit many knight escorts.
Just when he was peeking at the legs of a female knight, he was slapped on the head. He covered his head in pain and looked back. It was his master Wang Dachui, who used to be a blacksmith and is now the village chief. His biceps have not changed since he was wearing linen clothes. He is the father of Brother Wang, and he also has a kind of beauty that is not understood by the world.
Wang Dachui said seriously: "Xinxin, do you understand why you have always been a "Security" for so many years?
"Then read security guards! (Security) Master, stop saying these half-hearted nonsense!" Yi Jianxin complained.
Wang Dachui put his hands on his shoulders and said more seriously:
"It doesn't matter, because you don't dare to fight. I can see that the look in your eyes is different from others. Young man, you can do it."
"Master, where did you learn chicken soup?" Yi Jianxin said in surprise.
"A person's life is worthless if he does not fight for his ideals." Suddenly Wang Dachui showed a ferocious smile, "Young man..."
"Wait! Why did you suddenly start talking about dreams? Master, I..." Yi Jian suddenly felt that something was wrong, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Dachui slapped him in the face. He raised his voice and flew directly to the horizon together with the people.
"Strike hard towards your dreams!"
During the flight, Yi Jian shouted heartbreakingly:
"I'm about to sign the contract! Five insurances and one housing fund!!!"
Looking at the direction in which Yi Jianxin was flying, Wang Dachui showed his big white teeth, turned around and put his hand on a man behind him, while extending a thumb.
"Young hero's swordsmanship is really popular. I can see from your eyes that you are different from others. The restaurant in the village still lacks a front desk. Look at you..."
