Chapter 30 Martial Gourd

After autumn in the city, there are few rare things.

The only thing people talk about is the second in the city, the Daomai Demon Subduing Master who is good at peeling cocoons, beheaded a blue-eyed little qiu in the depths of the southern mountain range, causing rain and dew to fall from the sky.

In this small world, it can be regarded as a big phenomenon.

All the monks talked in admiration.

The second thing that was talked about was that the tenth person in the city was asked about boxing by a female body repairer. Both of them were body repairers. They met in the north of the city. I don't know, I only know that the injuries of the two are not serious.

The ranking of the top ten people in the city has not changed for two years. Now that this incident happened, some young monks yearn for it, thinking that they can be the next top ten people in the city.

Fortunately, if you think about it, you don't need money, and you don't offend others.

Among the ten people in the city, there are two who have a bad temper and don't like reasoning very much.

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Chen Jiu and the young man hunted among the mountains, wanting to catch some first-level monsters with delicious meat, but the first-level monsters are easy to hunt, and they are getting rarer and rarer. seek.

Chen Jiu and the boy searched for half a day, but they couldn't find any of them.

Chen Jiu shook his head and sighed, "What about hide-and-seek?"

The boy nodded in agreement, "Indeed."

The two stared at each other.

Chen Jiu asked suspiciously: "Is there no other idea?"

The boy was stunned for a while, and then roared with a serious expression, "Grass!"

Then they stare again.

Chen Jiu tentatively asked: "Is this gone?"

The boy roared again, "Grass!"

"Can you change it?"

"kill!"

Chen Jiu stroked his face with his palm, and was speechless.

Why are you killing me here?

Nothing.

The two went around again and again, but in the end they had no choice but to go back home, with nothing to gain.

This barbecue stand can't stand up anymore.

But the rest of the monks had brilliant brains, so they secretly learned the method of the two, and set up a barbecue stall on the top of the city to sell some barbecue.

If there is one, there will be two, and two will follow three.

On the top of the city, there were many barbecue stalls for a while, and even by analogy, there were hot pot stalls and more snacks.

On the top of the city at night, a snack market gradually formed. At first, there were mostly female monks who were greedy and liked to eat snacks.

As soon as there were more female monks, the male monks followed.

On the top of the city, you can see Taoist couples eating snacks and admiring the bright moon, which is very pleasant.

Chen Jiu and Li Xian sat aside with their arms crossed, looking at these gods and couples, they didn't see eye to eye.

Chen Jiu snorted, "Why am I always so lonely, is it my fault that I am too handsome?"

Li Xian nodded slightly, "I think so too."

Chen Jiu glanced sideways at his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and couldn't agree with him.

He sighed again, "Why is there no fairy falling in love with me? I can't figure it out, I can't understand it."

Yingying and Yanyan came from nearby.

The three women surrounded each other, sneaking glances at Chen Jiu from time to time while chatting sweetly. One of the pretty women blushed slightly and secretly glanced at Chen Jiu the most.

The other two women shoved and pushed the pretty woman to the front, facing Chen Jiu.

The pretty woman bit her lips lightly, clasped her hands behind her back, pretended to be indifferent with a blushing pretty face, moved lightly, and slowly walked in front of Chen Jiu, with a red face, and asked softly.

"My lord, where is the sugar seller's shop at the top of the city? I can't find it. Can you... can you take me there?"

After the woman finished speaking, her pretty face turned even redder, her head was slightly hooked, and she was extremely shy.

Chen Jiu frowned, without thinking, "No time."

Sugar man has a fart to eat.

The pretty woman's blushing face froze slightly, and there were tears in her eyes, she snorted angrily, turned and walked away.

Chen Jiu couldn't figure it out.

Why don't you take her to eat sugar man, and still be angry?

It doesn't make sense.

He could only sigh slowly, reclined on the city wall, looked up at the moon, his blue eyes were slightly sad, and said lightly.

"A woman's mind is like a needle under the sea, it's hard to guess."

Can't blame him.

The pretty woman who was originally ashamed and indignant turned her head and saw this scene of people in green shirts on the city under the moon, she was startled for a moment, and then blushed again.

Had he been emotionally hurt, secretly hurting himself under the moonlight?

Since ancient times, infatuated men have attracted women's pity the most.

At this time, the pretty woman didn't blame Chen Jiu at all, she even felt pity in her heart, and liked her more than before.

Little did they know that Chen Jiu was looking at Mingyue at this moment, and there was only one thing on his mind.

What do you eat tomorrow morning?

The porridge is too light, the noodles are too oily, and the buns are too greasy.

Alas, it's not a good choice.

While he was worried, his eyes moved down, and those blue eyes seemed to be scrutinizing quietly, just in time to meet the pretty woman.

With just one glance, the pretty woman's heart trembled, and she was quite distraught.

The guest in blue shirt looks like a man in heaven, in this world, his eyes are seductive.

No wonder women.

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In the morning of the next day, Chen Jiu and Li Xian prepared dry food and planned to go out of the city to do something big, so they might not return to the city for a few days.

So both of them carried a big basket on their backs, and they didn't look like monks at all. Fortunately, they didn't care, and walked slowly into the mountain.

There are many fallen leaves in the forest and sea in the mountains, and it is already a deep yellow scene.

The two walked on the fallen leaves and chatted one after another in the mountain path. The young man told Chen Jiu about his sect.

Sword Lake in the northwest of Tianguang Prefecture.

There are not many disciples in the entire sect, counting the master and several elders, there are no more than a hundred.

Among them, there are only three direct disciples, and Li Xian is the closed disciple of the Northwest Jianhu direct lineage, and bears the great son of Feijian passed down from generation to generation in the sect.

Chen Jiu was puzzled by one thing.

Although there are few people in Jianhu Northwest, why should a young man with a low level bear the giant flying sword instead of a master or a big brother?

Regarding this question, the boy only said lightly.

He was the only one left in the Northwest Sword Lake.

Chen Jiu didn't ask any more questions. He patted the boy on the shoulder and comforted him, "Look at it, maybe one day, you'll die too."

The boy nodded, "Yes."

Chen Jiu paused for a moment, and then said: "But it's definitely not going to die now, don't worry."

The boy nodded, "Yes."

Chen Jiu frowned, "Can you put it another way, just this sentence?"

The boy replied: "Indeed."

Chen Jiu was speechless, and the young man was speechless. The two walked along the mountain range, carrying baskets on their backs, and their steps were not fast.

The weather is fine.

The guest in green shirt picked up a fruit in his hand, threw it up from time to time, and walked leisurely.

The boy next to him followed closely, and the huge sword behind him swayed, it should be extremely heavy.

The two stopped.

From the mountains in the distance, a purple-gold streamer rose into the sky, and the streamer turned into a long rainbow, spanning the sky, then stopped suddenly, and hit it directly.

It landed right in front of Chen Jiu just now.

Chen Jiu looked at the purple gold gourd that suddenly fell in front of him, and his expression was dumbfounded.

What the hell?

airdrop?

The old scholar and the red-faced Taoist sitting in the sky suddenly lowered their heads and looked down at the world.

The old scholar said lightly.

"The martial arts gourd was born, and there may be another celestial warrior in the world."

The red-faced Taoist chuckled lightly, and said disdainfully: "Heaven and man are nothing, wait until you reach the eleventh level, and then you can take a sword from Lao Tzu."

How can a little heavenly man speak loudly in front of him?