Chapter 275: A story about swords (2)

I thought it was a story about love, but it turned out to be a story about swords.
Meng Jin thought this way, feeling very meaningless.
Without the sword, don't people in this world have to live?
But in the end, as long as someone is not going to attack Meng Jin, or you take down the tea house, it is not a big deal as long as you are willing to lose money.
Meng Jin closed his eyes, if he didn't listen, he couldn't think about what the three people over there would say next.
After the white-robed man came to the two of them, he said the previous sentence, and then ignored the green-robed man. He just looked at the sword and said, "It’s okay whether you want to elope or want anything. , Give me the sword and let me take it back to the sect. I will not reveal your whereabouts to Master."
In the words of the white robe man, he was indifferent and not aggressive. No matter who it was, he couldn't find anything wrong. If it was an ordinary person, even if he didn't appreciate him, he wouldn't do anything to him, but the red dress woman flatly refused, even more angrily. Said: "Liu Ning, do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"
The white-robed man named Liu Ning raised his eyebrows and dragged a wooden stool over to sit down at random. He glanced at the green-robed man, "Ye Zhou, what do you think, should you hold the sword?"
The sword in Liu Ning’s mouth was called Nineteen, and it was the sword of their Beihai Sword Tomb.
The most widely spread theory is that the founder of the school was ranked 19th at home, so the saber was named 19th.
After the creation of the Beihai Sword Tomb, the founder of the Beihai Sword Tomb was established. The nineteenth was held by each head. With this nineteen, he was regarded as the head of the Beihai Sword Tomb. When he died, the nineteen swords were passed to the hands of the woman in the red dress, but who knows that because of the appearance of Ye Zhou, the woman in the red dress was secretly convinced that she would give this sword of the town sent to Ye Zhou despite the sect. .
For this reason, the two eloped here.
Without the Nineteen, the Beihai Sword Tomb was in chaos, and no one was qualified to be outside the head. For this reason, Liu Ning was sent to retrieve the Nineteen as the Beihai Sword Tomb. A generation of big brothers, kendo cultivation is far better than others, this is the most promising candidate to become the leader.
But everyone knows that he has no interest in the position of the head.
So he was sent out, and there was no objection in the door.
Bring back the nineteenth, the sect will re-select a new head.
Nineteen is not only a sword, but also a token of the master.
He came to recover the nineteen, which seemed reasonable.
Ye Zhou looked at the nineteen and shook his head, "Lian'er gave me the sword, I won't give it to you."
Liu Ning's expression was a little cold, "It's for grabbing without asking."
"The nineteenth is the sword of the township of my Beihai Sword Tomb. You took it. How can my Beihai Sword Tomb stand in the arena and how can I not be ridiculed by the people in the river and lake?"
While speaking these words, Liu Ning had already held down the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The woman in the red skirt spoke again, "Liu Ning, if you took this sword back, would you really take it back to the sword grave?"
The words are full of sarcasm.
Liu Ning's expression changed slightly, but he soon became normal. He smiled and said, "Naturally, I want to bring him back and put him in front of the ancestor's spiritual position. As for which teacher uncle or junior brother will succeed him, it has nothing to do with me. It's just that the sword must be brought back, there is no doubt about it."
The woman in the red skirt raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going to go south with this sword and go to Dayu?"
Liu Ning's expression remained unchanged, "What to do in Dayu is naturally to return to Jian Tomb."
"Senior Brother Liu has been thinking about going further on the kendo all his life. I am afraid that the Beihai Sword Tomb is not the best for the senior. Senior Brother has never thought of climbing?"
On the mountain is a god, and under the mountain is a samurai.
The woman in the red skirt sneered: "I'm afraid it is the brother who knows that there is a sword fairy in the North Sea. If you want to go to the sword mountain in Dayu to practice swords, it is always bad to go empty-handed. , Isn't it better?"
Liu Ning was expressionless, "I don't know what Junior Sister is talking about."
Ye Zhou looked strange.
The woman in the red skirt smiled and said: "Brother Liu doesn't care about the position of the head, and I don't care. I don't think anyone in Jianzhong has the talent to be the head, so I took the nineteenth away and gave it away. I know it is. I took this nineteen. Why didn’t they come after me. After all, if they got the nineteen, they will be the next head, and they want to send you?"
Meng Jin lay on the counter, thinking that since you are a demon cultivator, no matter how low your realm is, you can't be beaten by a group of martial arts fighters. Is it just to die?
No one told the white robe boy?
Suddenly, Meng Jin felt a little interesting, so he opened his eyes slightly.
Liu Ning felt a little bit interesting, and said: "Is it possible to become a junior sister or a master in the world?"
Ye Zhou sighed.
He looked at the woman in the red dress with a complicated expression.
The woman in the red dress turned her head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Do you want to go to Jianshan to practice sword too?"
When she said this, the woman in the red dress was looking at the nineteen.
Many people are just the saber of the Patriarch, but the woman in the red dress knew that the Patriarch did not die after leaving this sword, but actually went up the mountain and became a monk. .
As for whether to practice swords or not, she thinks that it should be 80%.
What is the function of this nineteen?
The woman in the red dress actually didn't think through it, but since someone asked for this sword at a big price, she just took it out.
As for why it was given to Ye Zhou.
Ha ha.
She was just waiting for a buyer.
Ye Zhou suddenly pushed the sword to the woman in the red skirt, stood up, and said calmly: "Today you and I will kill you."
When this sentence was said, Liu Ning was a little surprised, but the woman in the red dress looked unchanged.
Meng Jin has lived for many years, and I don't know how many people he has seen, but he didn't think about why.
The kid in the white robe took the sword because he wanted to walk up to the sword mountain, and the woman in the red dress took the sword not necessarily to give it to the lover. What about the kid in the green robe?
Meng Jin felt a little weird.
Liu Ning held the hilt of the sword and solemnly said, "Junior sister, don't give me nineteen. It's not you who die or I live today."
Liu Ning is a first-class swordsman in the rivers and lakes of Beihai. He naturally doesn't believe that his junior sister is really that powerful.
The woman in the red skirt sighed and was about to kill the two here.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the tea house.
Liu Ning had closed the teahouse door before.
Meng Jin got up and opened the door. Those who came were guests and there was no reason to refuse.
Opening the door, a young man in a blue shirt and a sword box was standing at the door.
Beside him, there is a donkey.
Meng Jin rubbed his eyes, a donkey demon who didn't know why he didn't turn into a human form, a swordsman in the blue silk realm.
Meng Jin felt a little strange. He hadn't seen a swordsman in hundreds of years, but these days he had met Chao Qingqiu first, and then saw a little swordsman in the Qingsi realm.
The young man in Qingshan looked at Meng Jin and said softly, "Old shopkeeper, want a pot of tea."
Naturally, this pot of tea was not for him to drink, and there was no one besides the bath.
After saying this, the young man in Qingshan suddenly frowned.
Meng Jin knew that he felt that the little demon inside had repaired.
Meng Jin said, please, and then let go.
The young man walked into the tea house.
Looking at the confrontation three people.
Finally, he looked at the woman in the red dress.
The woman in the red dress felt the sword aura, her face pale.
More and more interesting, Meng Jin collected a grain of silver and slowly went to make tea.
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In an attic corridor not far from here, there were two people standing. This attic was originally built hastily before, so that those who came to the North Sea to salvage the sacred pill had a place to rest when the monks left. After that, there were not many people in the attic, and now there are only two people in this attic.
Neither of them carried weapons.
One of them seemed to be a young man. He wore a white robe and asked, "Why do you want that sword?"
The other person had gray hair and a withered face. Hearing these words, he replied: "My sword, I will take it back."
Answering the words of the white-robed man, the withered old man asked again: "Since it is my sword, why do you want it?"
The white-robed man thought for a while, "I think I should have a sword, and I think your sword is called nineteen, which suits me well."
The withered old man frowned and said, "Could it be too unreasonable?"
The white-robed man smiled and said: "You left the sword back then. Now you have to buy it back with the one you bought. I think it makes no sense, let alone I fell in love with it."
The withered old man shook his head, obviously feeling unreasonable.
As he shook his head, the attic was filled with sword energy.
The white-robed man stood here, feeling these sword auras, and praised: "You haven't walked up to the sword mountain, and you haven't received any guidance from others. You can walk to this day with a sword script. It's actually very good."
Hearing these words, the withered old man wanted to refute, but he just thought of the person who had mentioned him back then, but after all, he did not refute.
The white-robed man thought for a while, and said, "You also watched Chao Qingqiu's sword?"
The withered old man nodded, "To draw a sword to the sword fairy, this is more important than anyone's advice. I am in Beihai, so naturally I want to see it."
On that day, Qingqiu made a sword to kill the great demon. In addition to Li Fuyao and Chen Sheng, there was a third swordsman who was able to see. That man was the withered old man. In comparison, the withered old man would get more benefits. He unexpectedly moved from Taiqing to Chaodu because he saw the sword in the Qingqiu period.
You know, he has been stopped by that threshold for a hundred years.
The white-robed man felt the sword aura, feeling a little helpless, his current realm seemed to really be unable to beat this withered old man.
Especially without a sword.
He thought for a moment and said, "Since you didn't make a move, and I didn't make a move, it's better to see who of the three can finally take the sword away."
The withered old man shook his head, "The little demon repairer must have been able to take it away before, but now there are variables."
The white-robed man smiled, thinking of the young man who rushed into the tea house.
See you again.