On the only way to Qingshi Town, there was a young man lying on the branch of a big tree, sleeping soundly.
The young man seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves, woke up from his sleep, slowly sat up, stretched, and breathed.
"It's not easy to wait until someone finally arrives!"
Xiao Jingrui's figure appeared in the young man's sight. The young man jumped down from the branch and stood in the middle of the road, blocking Xiao Jingrui's way.
When Xiao Jingrui saw this, he also stopped the horse and looked at the young man in front of him.
The young man was also sizing up Xiao Jingrui.
Xiao Jingrui asked with obvious displeasure in his eyes.
"What does this mean?"
The young man also noticed his displeasure and immediately explained with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I have no other intention, I just want you to give me a ride."
Seeing that he had no ill intentions, Xiao Jingrui put away his displeasure, but his tone still expressed unkindness.
"How did you know we were on the way? Besides... I don't know you, so why would I give you a ride?"
The young man still maintained his goodwill and introduced with a smile.
"I... Mo Xuan has lived a life of magnanimity, carefreeness, and unrestrictedness. His wish is for world peace. Now you know me, hehe...hehe!"
Xiao Jingrui glanced at him and sneered.
"I don't care what your name is or what your wish is. I only care about the road in front of me. If you insist on blocking my way, I might as well waste some time and deal with you!"
Mo Xuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Xiao Jingrui in front of him was so difficult to get along with, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and shook his head.
"Hey... I have been open and honest in this life. I have traveled thousands of miles. I don't know how many things have been settled and how many people have been saved. But today I can't get help in exchange."
The silver-white sword appeared in Xiao Jingrui's hand. He raised the silver-white sword and pointed it at Mo Xuan, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
"Let... or not!"
Mo Xuan looked helpless and walked aside to make way.
Xiao Jingrui put away his silver sword and rode away from here.
Mo Xuan turned around and looked at his leaving figure, sighing helplessly.
"Really...young and energetic."
Mo Xuan looked around and continued walking along the road.
Before Xiao Jingrui had gone far, he was blocked by a group of bandits who had been lying in wait deep in the woods for a long time.
The bandits formed a siege and blocked Xiao Jingrui's path, with lewd smiles on their faces.
Xiao Jingrui's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes darkened. The murderous intention emerged in his heart, and an inexplicable impulse came into his heart. The silver-white sword appeared in his hand again. With a fierce heart, he drew the sword.
"Yo! Still want to..."
Before the bandit leader could finish his words, a flash of sword light flashed, and the bandit leader fell to the ground bleeding. The other bandits were shocked when they saw this. The strongest man among them was killed by a sword.
Everyone had no time to think and drew their swords and rushed towards Xiao Jingrui. It was inevitable that they would not be able to escape. Now they could only give it a try, just in case there was still a chance to win!
Xiao Jingrui looked indifferent and showed a sarcastic smile. He jumped up from his horse like a flash of lightning. In an instant, the bandits fell to the ground one after another. The soil was stained red with blood in an instant. They had no room to fight back and were vulnerable to a blow.
Xiao Jingrui took back his silver sword and searched every corpse. Their pockets were empty and cleaner than their faces. Xiao Jingrui did not stay too long, mounted his horse and left here.
Mo Xuan walked here later and looked at the corpses on the ground with a look of astonishment on his face. He walked to a corpse and squatted down, checking the wounds on his body. When he touched his body, it was still warm. He frowned slightly and tensed. Then he checked multiple corpses, all of them died in the same way, and murmured to himself.
"He died not long ago, and his throat was sealed with a sword. There are only such masters around here. Why didn't I feel it?"
Mo Xuan's thoughts were running rapidly, and he suddenly realized that he thought of the person just now. After looking at the corpse's clothing, he seemed to understand some of the reasons, and said with regret.
"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Perhaps today's outcome has already been determined. Rest in peace!"
After saying that, he stood up and stepped over the corpses and continued on his way.
At Shenshi, Mingxuan led the cow out of the town and passed by Xiao Jingrui, who had just arrived.
Mingxuan seemed to smell something strange. He stopped and turned to look at Xiao Jingrui who was walking away. He was a little unsure and muttered to himself.
"I seemed to smell a smell of blood from that person. I wonder if my nose is experiencing an illusion."
The cow nuzzled Mingxuan, signaling Mingxuan not to whine.
Mingxuan touched the cow's head, rubbed his nose without thinking more, and then hurried on.
There is still a residual smell of blood in the air, which is very light and not strong.
A strong and loud voice came from a distance.
"The morning glory one...wait a minute..."
As soon as Mingxuan was about to step into the mountain road, he was stopped by someone. He took a closer look and found that he was a young man in simple clothes. He didn't recognize him. He scratched his head and asked questions.
"Are you talking to me?"
Mo Xuan came closer, nodded, hunched over, breathing heavily, obviously running all the way, and said with a smile.
"You're the only one holding a cow around here. Who else can I talk to if I'm not talking to you?"
Mingxuan asked me: "Then why did you stop me?"
Mo Xuan straightened up and asked after thinking for a while.
"Did you see a man holding a sword in black cloth on his back along the way?"
"Black... black cloth..."
Mingxuan thought about the people he had met today, and they were people he met on the way here, and they had obvious characteristics. He quickly thought of one person, that is, when he left the town, he met someone who smelled of blood. Mingxuan didn't know when the man in front of him was looking for him, so he didn't hide it for him, but answered knowing everything.
"When I just left the town, I met him. He smelled of blood. I didn't know if there was something wrong with my nose, or if he really smelled of blood."
Mo Xuan touched his forehead and murmured to himself: "It's really him."
Mo Xuan asked again: "Then do you know where he went?"
Mingxuan pointed backward with his finger.
"Bluestone Town."
"Brother Niuherding, thank you very much... I'll see you later!"
After saying thank you, he also flew towards Qingshi Town.
When Mingxuan saw him leaving, he didn't think much and led the cow onto the mountain road.
Mo Xuan came to the town and looked at the environment around the town. He was speechless and didn't understand.
"The city wall has collapsed. Why don't you ask someone to repair it? In such a big town, the city wall can't even be repaired!"
He raised his head and looked at the crooked plaque. After confirming that this was Qingshi Town, he also walked in. Mo Xuan was not in a hurry to find Xiao Jingrui's whereabouts. As for why he was looking for him, he had no other purpose. He just wanted to make friends with him. One or two.
Mo Xuan ran wherever he saw the excitement, as if he was already having fun.
"Everyone, come and take a look, take a look. There are good weapons here. For only ten cents, you can choose as you like."
From the weapons shop came the shouts of the boss. When everyone heard that they could choose weapons for just ten cents, they all moved closer to the weapons shop, fearing that if they were one step slower than others, the good weapons would be snatched away.
"Boss, the words come from your mouth, don't be boring!"
A middle-aged man with a stubble on his face said.
Seeing so many people watching, the boss replied with a smile on his face.
"Naturally...naturally...you can rest assured."
The pie-in-the-sky thing is nine times out of ten false, and there will always be people who don’t believe it.
A short man in the crowd said.
"Boss, what's wrong with you today? There's such a good thing happening. Could it be... that it's just a bunch of defective products?"
Someone in the crowd said in a bad tone:
"Boss, if I buy your weapons, your life will be in jeopardy if I find out that they are defective."
The boss was so frightened by his words that he broke into a cold sweat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands. He glanced at the crowd and couldn't find the person who said this. After all, there was a huge crowd and it was a bit difficult to find the person who was making noises. Difficulty.
"Boss, what's the matter with you? Why don't you reply? Maybe you're just a bunch of defective products."
A man's voice sounded again in the crowd, but the voice was too noisy, and the person who just spoke could not be found in the crowd.
When everyone saw that the boss didn't reply, they turned around and left.
Seeing that the customers were about to lose, the boss shouted hurriedly.
"Everyone, wait!"
Those who wanted to leave also stopped.
The boss promised emphatically.
"I swear to God, there will never be any defective weapons among the weapons I sell. If there are... I will die to apologize."
After the boss said these words, he felt a little panicked and was sweating profusely. After all, he couldn't guarantee that there were no defective products here, but in order to retain these customers, he had to make some sacrifices. As long as he sold all these weapons today, this would You don’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life, and it’s not a problem to run away later.
Seeing the boss swearing, everyone no longer doubted anything. They all took out ten cents and handed it to the boss.
The boss looked at the copper coins coming to him. He felt so happy in his heart and smiled like a child. He took the ten coins handed over one by one.
A young man in white clothes took a sword that he liked, held it in his hand and inspected it, and exclaimed.
"It's really a good sword. The boss has a plan."
The boss smiled broadly and replied.
"Thank you... thank you very much."
In less than five minutes, all the weapons had been sold. Those who got the weapons left happily, while some who didn't get the weapons were reluctant to leave. After all, they were really unwilling to take advantage of such a good advantage.
Some people started fighting over the same weapon, but no one stepped forward to stop them, choosing instead to watch the fun.
Mo Xuan saw the excitement here and ran over. He found that someone was fighting and immediately stepped forward to stop it.
"Speak carefully if you have something to say, and don't get into fights. You're not a child anymore."
The man holding the sword said angrily.
"Tell me the truth. The sword I got first is not worthy of a fair competition with him. He is nothing."
The man holding the sword became more and more angry as he talked and wished to kill him now.
The man who was beaten to the point of nosebleeds had a bad expression on his face.
"What do you mean you got the sword first? You obviously snatched it from me. How can you have the nerve to confuse right and wrong? It's so shameless."
The man holding the sword saw that he could not defeat him, so he struck the man with the nosebleed with his sword.
Mo Xuan narrowed his eyes, quickly clamped the sword body with two fingers, and pulled it lightly, and the sword was broken. He didn't want them to continue arguing, so he had to do this, otherwise someone would really die.
"The sword is broken, let's disperse!"
After saying this, Mo Xuan walked out of the crowd.
The man holding the broken sword had a look of astonishment on his face. He couldn't believe that the sword that cost ten cents had been broken by someone. The man didn't feel sorry for the sword, but for the ten cents he had worked so hard to earn. He was furious. , stabbing Mo Xuan who walked into the crowd.
The corner of Mo Xuan's mouth showed a trace of curvature. To deal with an ordinary person, there was no need to draw a sword. He turned around and looked at the broken sword that was stabbing him. The broken sword came closer, and Mo Xuan's fingers gently touched the broken sword.
The man holding the sword couldn't get even half a step closer. He tried his best, but still couldn't get the broken sword any closer.
The onlookers looked dumbfounded. The lump accidentally flowed out from the corner of their mouths. Some even tried to catch it with their hands and found that what they caught was saliva. They looked shocked and wiped it off their clothes. Out of curiosity, they put it to their nostrils to smell it. Smell, a bad smell melted into my heart, I quickly moved my hand away, and even felt an urge to not want this hand.
The time for a cup of tea had passed. Mo Xuan took a step forward. The broken sword instantly shattered and the fragments fell to the ground.
The man holding the sword knelt down and cried with his head in his arms.
Mo Xuan didn't understand why he hugged his head and cried over a sword, so he asked.
"Why are you crying? Isn't it just a broken sword? I will pay you."
The man holding the sword no longer cares about the sword or not. He just wants the lost ten cents back and wants Mo Xuan to compensate him, but he doesn't dare to ask Mo Xuan for it, so he can only cry.
Mo Xuan had a headache and didn't know what to do.
At this time, the man who had stopped the nosebleed explained.
"Maybe he just wants his hard-earned ten cents back now."
"So that's the case. I told you earlier! How would I know if I didn't tell you? I'm really convinced."
Mo Xuan took out ten cents from his pocket, knelt down and stuffed it into the pocket of the man holding the sword.
The man holding the sword stopped crying, touched his pocket, and found that it was really ten cents, so he stood up and thanked him.
"Thanks……"
Mo Xuan smiled, waved his hand, and said with a smile.
"You're welcome."
Seeing the man staring at him like this, the man holding the sword felt very embarrassed, so he covered his face and left quickly.
Seeing him leaving in shame, Mo Xuan also smiled.
"It's no longer lively. Go and do what you have to do. Let's all disperse!"
The onlookers left one after another.
Mo Xuan glanced at a sword hanging on the wall in the weapons shop and walked towards the weapons shop.
The owner of the weapon shop also witnessed what just happened. Seeing Mo Xuan walking towards him, he was also frightened, fearing that he would be beaten, and his eyes averted.
Mo Xuan came to the weapon shop and saw the fear in the boss's heart, so he explained.
"Am I so scary?"
The boss nodded, realized something was wrong, and shook his head again, unable to speak clearly.
"No... no... Young Master... you... your... this is called..."
Before the boss could finish speaking, Mo Xuan interrupted.
"I see you're so scared that you can't even speak. I'm here for no other reason. You don't have to be afraid. I'm just interested in a sword in your store. I wonder if I can sell it to me."
The boss, still a little nervous inside, asked.
"Then... that one, you might as well talk about it, sir."
Mo Xuan pointed to a silver-white sword with a lotus carved on the hilt.
