After Yu Wangshu stopped following, Sanqing was in a very good mood, holding grass in her mouth and humming a song. She turned around, faced Fu Zhu, and walked backwards.
"This place is so big, when can we get out?" Sanqing spat out the weeds in his mouth and looked at the girl with round eyes.
Fu Zhu was not in a hurry, his eyes narrowed, and he said: "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I'm going backwards and forwards, I won't get into trouble!" Sanqing vowed, Fu Zhu wanted to remind her again, but a mournful voice came from her ears.
"Ouch!" Sanqing sat down on the ground, grinning in pain, "Where did the demon stone come from, how dare you plot against me!"
Fu Zhu's outstretched hand fell into the air.
Sanqing stood up, kicked away the earth and rocks that caused her to fall on her butt, and then patted the dust on her butt.
"I told you to be careful," Fu Zhu said helplessly.
Sanqing's little face was full of anger. She didn't blame herself, she could only blame the stone blocking the road. If the good ones are not piled up on the roadside, why are they lying in the middle of the road? They deserve to be smashed to pieces.
There was a slight stir in the grass.
Fu Zhuer listened in all directions and immediately noticed something unusual. He pulled out his long sword and looked at the haystack with vigilant eyes.
"Is there something inside?" Sanqing stuck his head out and asked curiously.
When there was no response from the girl, Sanqing knelt down and picked up a handful of soil that fell from the rocks. When the talisman was not paying attention, he flicked his fingers and dropped it into the grass.
She wanted to see what it was and how it was playing tricks on it.
"Who? Hit me again?"
The haystack rustled, and a powerful roar came out. Sanqing lost interest when he heard it.
It turns out to be a human being.
Fu Zhu's sword was not sheathed. He glanced at the innocent-looking girl and warned her in his heart not to cause trouble again.
San Qing looked away with no regrets and arrogance.
Fu Zhu felt a little headache looking at her helpless appearance, but with Sanqing's temperament, wanting her to apologize would be as high as heaven.
"While walking, I accidentally kicked a stone and disturbed my senior. I'm really sorry." Even if the person in the grass didn't poke his head out, the girl still had a sincere look on her face.
Sanqing's round eyes suddenly widened, the words were on his lips, but he didn't know how to say them. Fu Zhu's ability to tell lies with her eyes open is almost as good as her swordsmanship.
The girl raised her eyes and glanced sideways at her. Could it be that I have to say that I am really sorry for deliberately throwing stones at my senior?
Although the words were slightly embellished, the sincerity of the apology was genuine.
The man in the grass straightened up, took a sip, spit out the dirt in his mouth, and continued to lie down, making an inaudible breathing sound.
There was no movement for a while.
Fu Zhu sheathed his sword and said to San Qing: "This senior should have forgiven you, let's go."
The little girl frowned and said, "Who wants him to forgive me?" She suddenly blinked her big moist eyes and waved Shuangxueming with her little hands left and right, "Let's go around and see the people in the grass?"
The scabbard hit the waist bell and made a clear ringing sound.
Fu Zhu took Sanqing's hand away and pressed the waist bell to prevent it from ringing any more.
"Are you going to stop letting people sleep?"
A flying leaf suddenly appeared in front of me like lightning.
Fu Zhu didn't have time to draw his sword, so he raised his hand and pinched the remaining leaf that was filled with sword energy. The sharp sword energy slightly cut his finger, and a drop of blood emerged.
"Oh, you can actually catch it, this little girl is so capable!" A voice came from beside her.
Sanqing raised his eyes and glared angrily at the messy middle-aged man in front of him, and suddenly drew his sword.
The man was wearing straw sandals and his hair was stained with mud and weeds. He looked like a farmer working at the foot of the mountain. He wore two swords at his waist, but only one of them was drawn out.
It was as round as the moon, and he greeted it.
The two swords met, and his arms and wrists were numb. The man let out a breath for no reason. Damn it, this little girl is so strong!
Seeing that his sword couldn't fall down, Sanqing clenched his back teeth, put his other hand on the hilt of the sword, and pressed down with both hands.
The man wearing two swords twitched at the corners of his eyes and couldn't help but say, "You are not a swordsman, so what sword do you have?"
With strong force on his wrist, he raised the long sword and shook the little girl in black away.
"No fight, no fight, I'm not a swordsman, it's boring." The middle-aged man muttered and stopped.
He gestured to put the sword into its scabbard, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and landed on a fine frost-white sword. He was about to examine it carefully when it suddenly disappeared.
"Why are you so stingy, little girl?" The middle-aged man sighed, his tone resentful.
After finally seeing a good sword, I only showed him an afterimage, which really whetted people's appetite.
San Qing cursed loudly: "Take care of your evil eyes and don't worry about Fu Zhu's sword. Is Shuang Xueming something that a sloppy guy like you can think of?"
A white calloused hand covered the little girl's mouth. Sanqing's round eyes widened, and finally she was defeated. After hesitating twice and promising not to curse, Fu Zhu let go.
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and said, "Shuang Xueming? What a good name for this sword!"
He placed his hands on his two flying swords, and Sanqing watched warily.
"The one with the green sheath is called Feixu, and the one with the pink sheath is Qinghong." The middle-aged man didn't look at Sanqing, but looked at the girl expectantly.
He has hinted like this, the girl should understand, right?
Fu Zhu opened San Qing's hand, took off the scabbard of the sword from his waist, and showed Shuang Xue Ming generously. As soon as the white sword light appeared, it caught the middle-aged man's attention.
The man repeatedly praised, "It is indeed a good sword!" This sword body, this sword light, this sword energy!
"What are you doing with your hands!" Sanqing jumped out and slapped away the man's hand that wanted to touch Shuang Xueming.
The man wearing the two swords retracted his hands angrily, reluctant to let go, and said: "It's not your sword, why are you so protective?"
Of course, her black sword was nothing worth protecting.
Sanqing had a sullen face and turned to look at the talisman beads.
The girl rubbed her brows, put the sword into its scabbard, and threw it into San Qing's arms, her attitude obvious.
The little girl's complexion finally improved, and she raised her chin to challenge the man. Look, although the sword is not mine, I am qualified to protect the calf.
The little girl in black guarded him like a thief, and it was impossible to take another look at him. The man with the sword withdrew his gaze without hesitation, fell on the girl's pure face, and shook his head again.
Although he has reached the ninth level, at such a young age, how advanced can his swordsmanship be? Asking a little girl about swordsmanship is too much to bully a younger one. He should continue to wait for the next person he is destined to meet.
"It's really inappropriate to disturb senior's purity." The girl's eyebrows were curved and she said softly, "Senior won't care about us, right?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand nonchalantly, "For those of you who are not senior, just call me Meng Xuezhou."
Sanqing looked up in surprise, "You didn't say a false name, did you?"
He is slovenly, slovenly, and has a sinister look on his face. How does this name suit him?
Meng Xuezhou had a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat and said angrily: "When a man walks in the world, he never changes his name when he is in office or his surname when he is sitting down. If it's true, then Meng Xuezhou will be replaced."
He murmured and looked at Fu Zhu: "You should take good care of her. Just talk like this. I don't know how many enemies she has made."
That is to say, when I met him, he was open-minded, generous and open-minded, did not stick to trivial matters, and did not care about juniors.
Fu Zhu thought so.
Sanqing disagreed.
(End of chapter)
