Chapter 274: A story about swords (1)

Many monks have left the North Sea coast in the mountains and rivers these days, and there are not many monks who still expect to be able to salvage the holy pill in the North Sea, especially since no holy pill has been salvaged in the past few months, leading to these monks one after another. I was extremely disappointed, except for the few monks who were still insisting, there were no more monks in sight.
The coast is even more sparsely populated.
Gradually returning to the days when there was no holy pill.
There are no monks in the tea house on the coast these days. Most of the people who come and go in these days are ordinary people. The old shopkeeper who seems to be likely to die at any time is back in a peaceful life.
The sword box was buried back by him. After refilling the soil, he carefully flattened the land. I believe that no matter who is looking at it, he would never think that there will be a sword box under this old locust tree, or even at all. Unexpectedly, he would bury something here.
No one would know that he turned out to be a swordsman.
Whether the old shopkeeper is the real old shopkeeper or not, he has only one idea now, that is, to live until he died.
This death does not refer to any other method of death, it is the simplest method of death, and the most difficult method of death, that is, death through old age.
He has calculated the aging speed of this body more than once, knowing that he has at least a hundred years to live.
A hundred years of monks cannot be said to be long. Some monks often sit for many years in order to break through the realm and enlighten the Dao. Therefore, a hundred years is not long for them, but it is long enough for Meng Jin.
He is already standing in front of the threshold, and he has no idea of ​​breaking the border anymore. Therefore, in these years, he has lived like an ordinary person, like an ordinary old man, except for three meals a day, nothing happens. Look around and walk around, of course, more often than not stay in this tea house.
He sells tea, his livelihood.
Although he couldn't make much money, for Meng Jin, money was originally something meaningless.
It's interesting to live.
The weather has entered autumn, and the North Sea is close to the demon land. It is the coldest place in the mountains and rivers. Not only spring comes late, but also winter comes very early.
It is rare today that some warm sun broke through the clouds and shone upon the world.
Meng Jin moved the bench and sat at the door of the tea house, feeling the temperature of the sun. In fact, a monk in his realm had no fear of cold or warm, but he didn't know why. He also felt very warm when sitting in the sun.
From time to time, some fishermen passed by outside the tea house. When they saw Meng Jin, they would stop to greet him. Most of the time, Meng Jin just nodded slightly, and only smiled and said a few words when he met the little guy.
Ordinary people in Beihai know that this old man has opened this tea house for many years, but how many years it is actually not many people remember clearly, anyway, they know that this old shopkeeper should be very old.
Meng Jin lay on the chair, thinking of many things, and there are many things he would not have thought of before, but I don’t know why he remembered it for an unprecedented time. He remembered how Xu Ji was when he went up the mountain, thinking about him. In order to continue the swordsman's line, he was already crazy in sword practice, with good talent and hard work, which allowed Xu Ji to walk extremely fast.
At that time, was you so afraid of death?
I thought about too many things, and fell asleep thinking about it.
When Meng Jin opened his eyes again, the sun had already set, and there was a couple in front of him.
The man wore a simple blue robe with a sword hanging from his waist, while the woman wore a red dress with a calm expression.
Meng Jin looked at the man and didn't feel any sword aura. There could only be one swordsman who could hide his sword aura in front of Meng Jin, and that was Chao Qingqiu.
This man has no sword spirit, so he should be just an ordinary martial artist.
Then Meng Jin narrowed his eyes and glanced at the woman, but she was wicked.
The demon aura is heavy. Either it is a talented little demon cultivator who cannot cover up the demon aura with insufficient realm, or it is a great demon of the Canghai realm, full of demon aura, naturally leaking.
This woman can only be a little demon.
Meng Jin had only seen these two people in a casual manner, and then he didn't continue to look at it. He was no longer the swordsman of the year. It was a demon or demon, it was his business.
The man in the cyan robe asked, "Is there any alcohol?"
Meng Jin shook his head.
There is wine, but it's not something ordinary people can drink.
The woman in the red dress pulled the man's cyan robe, and said dissatisfied: "Didn't you mean drinking tea?"
The man smiled awkwardly and said something to get used to it.
Meng Jin got up and walked into the tea house. There were not many people who wanted to drink tea in such a situation.
Meng Jin took out the big iron pot and started to make tea. Tea was not a good tea, but it was cheaper. Meng Jin didn't pay much attention to it, but he was better at it.
Everyone can be familiar with tea that has been brewed for hundreds of years.
After the man sat down, he put the sword on the table, and the woman sat quietly opposite him. The two did not speak, but looked at each other, and there was affection in their eyes.
Meng Jin didn't know how many people he had met in his life, and how many scenes he had seen more boring than now, so he didn't feel anything.
After adding tea to the two of them, Meng Jin thought about it and added a light when he returned to the counter.
The light is not so good.
Last night, Meng Jin thought of it as if these two people had never seen him before, but thinking of the strangers he had seen in the past few months, Meng Jin felt that there was no big deal.
Meng Jin said something to the two of them, and then took a nap on the counter.
The man in a cyan robe smiled and said, "The old shopkeeper is really cool."
The woman in the red skirt whispered, "I didn't have much money."
The man laughed.
The woman in the red skirt asked: "Junior sister has always been in love with you, why do you always ignore it?
The man frowned and said seriously: "This heart has already promised you, how dare you give it to others."
To some little girls, this is naturally an extremely beautiful love story, and they may even cry with emotion.
But the woman in the red dress is not an ordinary little girl, she lives much longer than this man, so there is no sign of crying at all.
Meng Jin, who was lying on the counter and still not asleep, found these words very boring and even faintly disgusted.
He kind of wanted the two to leave soon.
The two men failed to leave because another person walked into the tea house.
The man also had a sword hanging from his waist, just a white robe.
Meng Jin strenuously opened his eyes and looked at the man.
"Five literary characters."
This is the price.
The white robe man dropped a piece of silver and walked towards the two.
Before coming to the two, the white-robed man only said one sentence, "Junior sister, I don’t care who you want to marry, but this sword is a treasure of the town, so it’s not good to give it to an outsider. Right?"