Hidden Blade Chapter 87: I am…
The camel bell shook, and it rang crisply on the antler plain.
This is a team that is not the same as most caravans. What they use on their way is not the common horses, but the camels unique to the western border of Daxia.
Yingzhou, on the western border of Great Xia, is barren, and the endless yellow sand covers almost half of the land. The Moya people in Yingzhou did not choose to leave this land where their ancestors have lived for generations. They walked around the world and carried them with camels. Commodities, travel long distances, and earn a lot of money, have built prosperous towns in that barren Yingzhou that are not inferior to Henghuangcheng.
Guanglin Gui and Liu Dingdang met this team of business travelers in Qingzhou. When they heard that the other party was going to Daxia, they got the privilege of traveling with them after paying some money.
There are not many Moya tribes, they look like more than 100,000 people, but their footprints are all over the world. Doing business with them is a reassuring thing. This has been for hundreds of years. With the reputation accumulated by the ancestors of the Moya tribe, no member of the tribe dared to blaspheme their ancestors under such a reputation.
So, Guanglin Ghost and Liu Dingdang can probably enjoy this journey with peace of mind.
That's it.
Liu Dingdang was sitting behind the loading pallet, her feet hanging off the ground, swaying back and forth, tilting her head and looking at the little monk walking on the side with her head down, and said with a smile: "Little monk, come up here. Ah, won’t you be tired after walking for so long?"
Guanglin Gui turned his head and looked at the smiling girl, with a smile on her face: "Not tired."
"Why do you have to leave while sitting?" Liu Dingdang puzzled.
At that time, the little monk looked up at the camel that was dragging the truck, and said: "All beings walk in the world and bear their weight. They can neither ride through their hardships nor allow them to bear any more weight."
In this case, it would be too esoteric for Liu Dingdang, who is just fourteen years old.
The girl tilted her head in confusion, but suddenly jumped out of the truck and walked side by side with Guanglin Ghost.
This kind of statement made Guanglin Gui slightly startled. He looked at the girl in surprise and asked: "Do you understand?"
But in my heart, I can't help but admire secretly at that time, Dingdang has quite a root of wisdom.
Who knows that Liu Dingdang shook his head, and said in a complaint: "Sour, haha, how can I understand it."
The little monk was taken aback and became more curious: "Then why did you come down."
The girl's eyes were bent into crescents at that time, and she smiled sweetly at the little monk: "Because, I want to go with you."
The calm eyes of Guanglin Ghost rippled, and his face was a little red, and he had to cough to cover his embarrassment: "You are good, you should not be overworked"
The girl sees all this in her eyes, but she doesn't break it, but a smile on her face is better than a breath.
"By the way, little monk, what are we going to do in Daxia?"
"Cure the disease."
"Isn't my illness all right? I just have to eat that demon pill every day, it's unpalatable, it's too bitter."
"So, I went to Daxia and found the last medicinal material. From then on, you don't want to eat that thing again."
"Really?"
"Hmm."
"You are so kind!"
"There are three fierce swords in the sword mausoleum, which are left over from ancient times."
"One is Xingtian, you can commit a crime."
"An evil dragon can swallow all souls."
"One said Prison Abyss, you can open the ghost door."
Sitting on a barren hill in Jianling, Mengliang looked at the long sword wrapped in white cloth and muttered such words.
Below him is the Jianling, where there are countless long swords inserted, and each one is a fascinating fetish in this world.
Mengliang’s face suddenly changed, and an anger appeared in his eyes. He stretched out and closed the ground, and slammed the blade of this long sword vigorously, muttering in his mouth: "You said you, what a fierce sword , I think it’s just a pile of scrap iron. What’s so special? Master Meng has studied it for several months, but I can’t find it out."
Speaking of this, Mengliang's face changed again, and he looked suspiciously at the thatched house not far away, and said: "Could it be that Mrs. Wang told me?"
"Why is it useful and useful? This Jianling has no ghosts, it is invincible in the world, and it is so boring that no one makes a gesture."
"I don't know how the emperor of Xuanji is doing? But with Daddy's help, I can't figure it out."
"Ziyu should have seen the mystery, and I don't know whether they are married or not. According to the time, if they come sooner, the children should be born?"
Thinking of this, Mr. Meng's brain child suddenly appeared, the family of three, happy and happy.
He shook his head again and again, and hurriedly drove such thoughts out of his mind.
"Bah, baah! Ziyu can't be so casual, no matter how long it takes a few months, and then pick a good day, with the efficiency of those old men in the palace, delaying a year and a half is not difficult"
Thinking about this, a smile appeared on Master Meng's face again. Of course, such a smile inevitably turns into loneliness again. What is the difference between a year and a decade?
He is in Jianling, outsiders can't come in, he can't get out by himself
"Hey" Grandpa Meng finally put away those unrealistic thoughts, stood up, and jumped into the sword mausoleum with his toes.
At that time, Mengliang's eyes condensed, and the majestic sword intent rushed out of him.
"Old men, don't sleep, come out and play with Master Meng!" Meng Lianglang declared, and then stomped his foot suddenly, the yellow sand on the soles of his feet swayed like ripples, and the long swords inserted into the ground were there. Suddenly, it seemed as if by some kind of edict, the sword body trembled, and bursts of swords slammed on the sword body.
Then phantoms rushed towards the sword bodies one after another, and they looked at the Mongolian beams standing in the field.
There was an utterly depraved saying: "Little bastard, is the injury healed last time, dare to come to the old man again!"
"Respect the teacher and respect the way, the old man is an uncle of the seventeenth generation&bsp;, do you dare to be so indifferent?"
"Swordsmanship is like a sea, but the kid is only a small boat, dare to shout?"
Mengliang listened to the endless curses in his ear, but his face didn't have much depression. He chuckled, clenched the sword in his hand, and said: "I want to respect the teacher and win the battle. Say it again, Grandpa Meng!"
After saying that, his body halted, wrapped in a narrow sword shadow and killed him.
For a time, the sword intent surged in the sword mausoleum, and the sword light was as bright as daylight.
Jianling is really miserable. Master Meng is a man who can bear the loneliness. When he found that these long swords buried in Jianling had sword spirits inhabiting them, Master Meng seemed to have found it. Toys generally have to find these sword spirits every three to five.
As for the results
As the general, black and blue Meng young master, one by one toward the sword of the Spirit kowtow call on ancestral grandfather soon, Zuzu grandfather, grandfather just after Zuzu Zu past these souls back into the sword again.
So, Jian Ling returned to silence again.
Mengliang, who can't remember the hundreds of defeats, stood up, and there was not much frustration in his eyes. After all, this was his only pastime here, and even though these sword spirits had a weird temper. , But in the confrontation with Mengliang, there are many pointers. Mengliang is grateful. Of course, he will still be as big as before in the next challenge
Mengliang packed everything up, looked at the sky, it was night, and he yawned, thinking listlessly that it was time to go to bed again.
This is not a worthy joy, especially when you know that the days after waking up are still the same as today, boring, boring, and immutable.
He sighed and walked helplessly to the thatched cottage.
Just when he was about to push the door in, the door was opened by himself.
An old man with all white hair was looking at him with a smile.
"Uncle?" Mengliang was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses. The face of Master Meng once again showed a humble smile that was almost a sign: "Get up at night?"
The old man glanced at him, but didn't take his words to heart.
"Come with me." After he said this, he walked towards the depths of the Jianling.
Meng Liang felt strange, but seeing the old man's appearance, he still did not dare to ask more, and followed him forward.
The Jianling Mausoleum is very large, and Mengliang and the old man have also gone for a long time.
Mengliang's pitiful little patience was also exhausted at this time. After all, he couldn't help but approached the old man and said: "Uncle, where are we going?"
"You are not asking me to let you go, how about going to show respect?"
"I said there are no outsiders in Jianling, what are you worried about"
Mengliang kept chattering, but the old man kept his eyes and nose and heart indifferent~ IndoMTL.com~ still stepping forward.
The more Mengliang saw him, the more uncomfortable his heart felt like scratching.
Just when he almost couldn't help asking questions again, the old man's footsteps suddenly stopped. He turned to look at Meng Liangyan and said, "I'll give you a good job."
"Huh?" Meng Liang was taken aback when he heard the words, "What's the errand."
"Go outside for a walk." The old man said with a smile.
"Huh?" Mengliang's eyes were wide, and he looked at the old man in disbelief, as if afraid that he had heard something wrong, he couldn't help but ask again: "What did you say?"
But the old man didn't mean to explain anymore. He pointed to a short distance and said: "But before that, you have to meet someone."
"Who?" Mengliang asked again, but his eyes followed the direction the old man was pointing. There was a sword there, a sword that plunged into the ground like other swords in the mausoleum.
"Don't you know if you go?" The old man laughed.
Mengliang hesitated inexplicably, but after all he couldn't resist the temptation to leave Jianling. He stepped forward and walked to the sword. He couldn't help but look up and down the sword.
He felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this sword somewhere.
But when he stretched out his hand to stroke the body of the sword, the body of the sword suddenly trembled.
A phantom appeared on the sword, standing in front of Mengliang.
Meng Liang looked intently, but only vaguely could see that the phantom seemed to be an old man, with a sloppy beard and rough edges, but his eyes revealed a sense of unruly rebellion.
The phantom was also looking at Mengliang at that time.
The two looked at the scene for a long time, and the virtual shadow's mouth suddenly opened. &bsp;
He said in a very dull tone.
"I am"
"The Great Ocean Current"