"Wha...who is that person?!"
After the man in yellow asked this question, his eyes widened immediately, and he remembered the familiar face on the wanted reward order, and his teeth were knotted with horror.
He trembled in shock and said: "Qiu... you are Qiu Jin!"
Qiu Jin nodded lightly, "It's good to know each other, stay in the car and get out."
That man earned a life, which was tantamount to surviving from a desperate situation. In a panic, he lifted another companion who had fainted onto his horse.
The two rode away together on the same horse, not daring to look back.
Qiu Jin led the horse pulling the charcoal cart and came to the old man, "Old man, I've got the charcoal back for you."
At this moment, the old charcoal seller shook violently.
The old man's eyes suddenly glowed with unusual excitement.
He did not look at his worthless bullock cart. Instead, he pointed at the golden sword on Qiu Jin's waist and asked loudly with a shocked face: "This sword of yours is called 'No'." Ashamed of being the best in the world'?"
Qiu Jin was deeply surprised. He thought he was just a poor old man who was oppressed by the officials. Unexpectedly, the old man recognized his sword at a glance and easily called out the sword's name.
"Old man, you...how do you know the name of this sword?"
Qiu Jin asked in disbelief.
The old man with skin as black as iron opened his mantle, revealing his skinny, shriveled chest with no muscle left.
On the chest.
There was a sword scar about half the size of a fist.
At first glance, it was obvious that it was a very deep penetrating injury!
Ling Zhen stared.
How could this man survive being so seriously injured? !
The old man still had an exaggerated expression, and he pointed at the circular scar on his chest, "This was stabbed by your sword."
At this moment, an idea arose in Qiu Jin's heart.
This thin, dark old man who sells charcoal is definitely not as miserable and frail as he looks.
On the contrary, he must be an extremely strong master.
Maybe even if you don't like it, you can add another "extremely strong".
Ling Zhen also had the same guess.
Before Qiu Jin could ask, the old man spoke first: "Where did your sword come from?"
At this time, Ye Yiran hugged the white fox with one hand and held the reins of the white horse with the other. He rode Zi Lei, the famous maroon Dawan horse, and rushed here.
"Oh? You have companions, so don't stand here chatting. It's too cold."
The old man wearing a thin mandarin jacket said, "Let's go sit where I live."
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Nanshan.
A dilapidated thatched cottage somewhere in the mountains.
The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, and it can be said that the house has only four walls.
The old man, Qiu, Ye, and Ling Zhen sat together at the short wooden table that had accumulated a lot of dust.
"I see."
The old man lowered his head and said, "After Dugu Shisan retired, he gave the sword to your master. Later, your master gave the sword to you."
Qiu Jin nodded, "Yes, this sword is my master Duanmu Longgu's most cherished treasure in his life."
The old man said "hmm" and said, "Boy, what's your name?"
Qiu Jin reported his name and asked, "I wonder what you call the old man?"
The old man answered the question incorrectly, "Show me your sword."
Qiu Jin is a master of arts and bold, and he also has his good brother Ling Zhen beside him, so he is not afraid.
He generously handed over the divine sword at his waist.
The skinny old man touched the golden long sword named "Not Ashamed of the World's Heroes" again and again, with an expression of infinite emotion, and whispered: "My name is Meng Jiu."
"Meng...ah?!"
Qiu Jin was suddenly shocked, "You, are you the Meng Jiu who was as famous as the 'Sword Master' Dugu Shisan... known as the 'Sword God'?"
Hear this.
Ling Zhen felt in his heart that there were indeed many similarities between "the world" and "heaven".
In the world beyond the sky, there is also a human sword master and a human sword god.
The former's surname is Ying and his name is Chun.
The latter is called Yu You Cong.
"You said it's 'old days'."
The old man smiled slightly, "Sword God, I have been absent from this world for too many years..."
Qiu Jin shook his head and said: "I can't believe that you, old man, are still alive in the world!"
"It doesn't matter if you live or not."
The old man looked indifferent, "Look at my current appearance, do I still have half the charm of a 'Sword God'?"
"Senior, why did you fall..."
Qiu Jin asked tentatively in a low voice.
"I want to know, give me some wine."
The old man surnamed Meng narrowed his eyes and said.
Qiu Jin hurriedly handed over the wine bottle he carried.
Meng Jiu opened the lid of the pot and smelled it, with a rare smile on his face, "This wine is just fine."
He brought it to his mouth and took a big sip.
"How many years have passed since the day I lost to Dugu Shisan? I almost forgot..."
Meng Jiu rubbed the sword scar on his chest that would never fade away and said with emotion.
"It seems that the legend of 'The Sword Master defeated the Sword God' is true."
Qiu Jin secretly thought, "Mr. Meng probably gave up on himself because he lost to Dugu Thirteen, and became what he is today..."
Ling Zhen thought so.
The difference between "Heaven" and "Heaven" is reflected in this.
In the outside world.
It was the Sword God Yu Youcong who defeated the Sword Master Ying Chun.
And here it is.
Quite the opposite.
It was the sword master Dugu Shisan who defeated the sword god Meng Jiu.
Meng Jiu raised his head covered with snow-white hair, looked into Qiu Jin's eyes, and said something incredible: "Actually, I should have won the battle."
"ah?!"
Qiu Jin was obviously surprised when he heard this.
"Although you may not believe it, at that time, I was really, just a little bit close, to killing Dugu Shisan..."
Meng Jiu poured another sip of wine into his mouth, "Boy, let me tell you something that no one in the world knows. In fact, I am a god from heaven who descended to earth, which is the so-called 'immortal'."
If such words were spoken by others, Qiu Jin would definitely laugh them off as crazy talk.
But somehow, when these words came out of the mouth of the old man with skin as dark as iron, there was an inexplicable sense of reality.
It's unbelievable.
Qiu Jin suddenly discovered it at this time.
This white-haired old man, who is taller than himself and as thin as a bamboo shoot, looks like... a sword!
Just as slender.
Just as hard.
Just as sharp.
He, Meng Jiu.
It seems to be the embodiment of an unsheathed sword!
Qiu Jin took a quick glance at Ling Zhen, who was sitting next to him.
The implication is obviously.
Brother Ling, is this Senior Meng from the same world as you?
Are they all banished to immortality?
When Qingpao Ke Ling Zhen heard this, he immediately became energetic. At this moment, he pricked up his ears and put his head closer.
For fear of missing even one word.
The old man surnamed Meng went on to say: "I was originally the head of the nine great sword servants under the command of the Emperor of Heaven, and 'nine' is the number of extremes. Therefore, I named my sword 'Wuji'. In terms of sword intent, There is no sword in the world that can compete with my Wuji; in terms of killing power, there is no immortal in the world that can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, Meng Jiu!"
Qiu Jin swallowed and said to himself: "Be a good boy, this is too crazy."
