Under the boundless night, countless orcs fell asleep. The almost broken axle of the axle in the tremors of the earth ushered in peace, and the horses closed their eyes after being disturbed by the creaking sound and unable to sleep.
Hongying was leaning on a corner of the carriage with a blanket, snoring softly to tell Meng De that she was asleep.
It must be a beautiful thing to be accompanied by such a petite and lovely beauty like Hongying, but it is a pity that Meng De feels that he is not blessed to enjoy it.
Just now, the two of them were discussing the mysteries of life. In two hours, the dagger was pressed against his neck no less than ten times. Meng De could feel the real killing intent every time. The other party was definitely not joking, but the next second Hong Ying acted like a normal person.
It's so exciting that my heart will burst.
Meng De lifted the blanket quietly. He didn't want to be an irresponsible scumbag, but he didn't want to be a corpse.
"Ms. sir, where are you going?"
As soon as Meng De opened the curtain of the carriage, a gleaming silver dagger under the moonlight was pressed between his eyebrows. Looking behind him, the red figure looked harmless.
"I have three urgent needs. Madam, go to bed first, and I'll go take a rest."
Standing next to the bushes, Meng De was sweating more than urine, for fear of the dagger dangling in front of him...
After draining the water and returning to the carriage, Meng De hugged Hongying very politely.
The red figure looked like I was going to chop you into pieces. He suddenly turned around and hugged Meng De. He greedily smelled Meng De's scent and looked like a pitiful little boy with tears in his eyes.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore like them."
This position was maintained for a long time. Hongying slept soundly. From time to time, she would talk in her sleep to express her love for Meng De.
Are you asking if Meng De was moved? Meng De said that there was a short sword hanging three centimeters above his head and he didn't dare to move it. He really didn't dare to move it.
Mengde thought about it a lot and finally decided to face it.
"What did you do to make her like this?"
Taking out the bronze mirror, Meng De lowered his voice and wanted to ask for clarification.
[She is like this, I didn’t do anything, the only thing that changed is that the person she likes became you]
[Also, to remind you, I feel another girl of destiny, think about how you can help her without angering the top killer next to you]
The bronze mirror showed the appearance of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl, wearing the sect's standard clothing, practicing swordplay under the moon. The girl was extremely beautiful, with a fair face with a hint of childishness that seemed to have been carved with mutton-fat white jade by a top craftsman. It was crafted, and given time, it will definitely be a disaster that will fascinate countless young heroes.
Meng De looked a little crazy.
The girl's swordsmanship is a bit dull, and she only pursues the appearance in the book, but forgets the rapid changes in the battlefield itself.
Practicing martial arts is all about the mind, and appearance is nothing more than a show, meant to scare the uninitiated.
"Does it look good?"
"The length is okay, but a bit small."
Meng De suddenly realized something, but it was too late. The horse, which had slept for half an hour, was woken up again, and the night's farce came to an end with the broken axle.
It was dawn, and a layer of mist had risen in the forest. Wisps of smoke rose from the camp of the mercenary group hunting monsters. The mercenaries vaguely saw a young man who looked like a boy holding his waist and holding a tree as he trudged forward.
After being ignored for a whole night, Meng De repeatedly promised that he was only helping the other party and would never involve any personal gain, and then Hong Ying agreed to let him have contact with the Girl of Luck.
"Can't it be teleported directly? Why do you have to make the journey in person?"
[Teleportation is only for one person, you probably don’t want to be chased by top killers all over the world]
Meng De was walking against the wind, but he was helpless. The girl of destiny was a million miles away, and it would take him ten days and a half to fly even if he didn't eat or drink.
Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way, and Meng De, Hongying and the others landed in Qingshan Town seven days later.
Qingshan Town is the territory of the Wanjian Sect, and most of the people living here are the family members and registered disciples of the inner and outer disciples of the Wanjian Sect.
Most of the registered disciples are not very talented and are usually responsible for manual labor such as doing groceries and purchasing. Only those who win the top 100 in the annual registered disciple competition before turning 100 can become an outer disciple and enter the Sword Sect to practice.
If you are a hundred years old and have not become an outer disciple, you will be expelled from the Sword Sect.
Mengde learned through the bronze mirror that the daughter of luck was one of the thousands of disciples of the Wanjian Sect, named Chu Xiao. Six years ago, demons massacred her hometown. In that disaster, all her parents and relatives died, only She was rescued by soldiers sent by the gods to resist the demon.
After many twists and turns, he joined the Wanjian Sect to practice immortality, but his talent was poor and he was ranked outside the top 100 in the competition for two consecutive years.
Most sects have a free-range approach to registered disciples, letting them do dirty work, and then giving contribution points to some pitifully small sects, and then letting them exchange their contribution points for exercises and martial arts to practice on their own, and occasionally arrange for two An outside disciple guides the practice.
"I wonder where these two Taoist friends and teachers came from?"
As soon as the two stepped into Qingshan Town, two middle-aged men wearing uniforms of Wanjian Sect disciples came up to question them.
"Taixuanzong, Mengde."
When the two middle-aged disciples heard that Meng De came from Taixuan Sect, the routine indifference on their faces turned into attentiveness.
Wanjian Sect is only the number one Sword Sect in Xifeng Province, and Taixuan Sect is ranked among the top three in the entire continent. Moreover, the cultivation level of the man in front of him is unfathomable, and the two disciples do not dare to neglect him.
"I wonder why senior came to Qingshan Town?" The two disciples completely ignored Hongying. Hongying was a top killer. His aura was restrained and his cultivation was not visible at all. They only thought that this petite cat girl belonged to the senior Taixuan Sect. pet.
Meng De said displeased: "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you two, does it?"
The greed in the two men's eyes when they looked at Hong Ying made Meng De very unhappy. Naturally, he would not give them a good look and left directly with a cold face.
The two of them didn't think anything was wrong. Politeness and all that were nonsense. The strong were always respected in this world, and whatever they did with big fists was right.
In a small courtyard in Qingshan Town, Xiao Chu was still practicing his sword.
The outer sect sister who was responsible for arranging the tasks of registered disciples entered the school on the same day as Xiao Chu. She took great care of her. The tasks she arranged were all idle tasks such as guarding the warehouse, so she had a lot of free time every day.
The bluestone slab was wet with drops of fragrant sweat. Xiao Chu knew that he had no talent. If he wanted to become an outer disciple and a truly strong person, he would have to work a thousand times harder.
"Junior sister, you are really diligent."
Several registered disciples wearing Wanjian Sect uniforms pushed open the door and walked into the small courtyard.
The leader has a resounding nickname: Rough Bandit. It is said that this person is the son of the former leader of Wanjian Sect. His strength has long reached the standard of an outer sect elder. He has been unwilling to participate in the competition and stayed in Qingshan Town as a registered disciple.
The reason why he got such a nickname is because he relies on his strong cultivation to do all kinds of evil, and he must grab the ones he likes.
Among the thousands of registered disciples, 90% of the female disciples have been poisoned by this person. The rest of the journey either has a profound background like him, or they are too ugly to kill.
"Senior Brother Bai." When Xiao Chu saw the gangsters coming here, he knew that they were probably coming for him, but he still called him Senior Brother respectfully.
"Junior sister, why don't you understand senior brother's feelings? If I hadn't really fallen in love with you, I would have done it long ago."
"Senior brother, please respect yourself. This is an important warehouse. If you don't have the elder's order, please leave."
