When Wang Gu'an was about to run out of the yard, the girl in black suddenly shouted, "Wait, I have something to tell you."
Wang Gu'an pretended not to hear it. When he was about to open the gate, the girl raised her voice, "Wang Gu'an!"
Wang Gu'an had to turn around and run back to the threshold. Her face was a little rosier than before, but her voice was still a little hoarse. She said, "First, after we outsiders came to the town, although as I told you before, our physiques are stronger than ordinary people, but other than that, we are no different from you. Second, outsiders cannot kill people here. Once they violate it, no matter what the reason, they will be expelled and destined to get nothing. The price is very high, so high that it is beyond your imagination. Third, you have to think clearly that when we outsiders reach a critical moment, we will definitely take action even if we have nothing in our hands. After all, staying alive is the most fundamental thing."
Wang Gu'an thought about it and asked, "Does it mean that we must act quickly when doing things?"
The black-clad girl grinned, her face full of energy and her eyes sparkling, as if lighting up the whole room. She patted the green scabbard across her knees and nodded, "Yes! You have to be quick, faster, even the fastest! For example, I wear a knife and a sword, and I have to be the fastest person in the world whether I draw a knife or draw a sword!"
She paused for a moment, and suddenly changed from an impassioned female knight from afar to a girl next door who wanted to show off, squinting and smiling, she asked, "Hey, do you know how many there are in this world?"
Wang Gu'an looked confused.
The girl seemed to see that the boy was not interested, and suddenly became bored, waving her hand to drive him away: "It's better to buy the jar back, I'm waiting to drink the medicine."
Wang Gu'an's steps when leaving the yard this time were slower and more stable.
Not long after he left Niping Lane, the unlocked courtyard door was gently pushed open, and the black-clad girl in the house opened her eyes. She had just breathed in and out in a strange way, looking towards the door, as if she was facing a great enemy.
The flying sword in the snow-white scabbard on the table suddenly became silent, but there was an invisible murderous aura, as if the current late spring cold could freeze bones and kill people.
The maid Shi Hui walked to the door leisurely, just like an ordinary neighbor who went door to door. She did not cross the threshold, peeked into the house, looked around, and turned a blind eye to the black-clad girl with a knife on her knees on the small bed.
Shi Hui looked for a long time before finally seeing the living person, and said innocently: "Sister, who are you? Why are you sitting on Wang Gu'an's bed? I haven't heard that he has any distant relatives."
Ning He glanced at the uninvited girl, then closed his eyes and ignored her.
Seeing that she was pretending to be deaf and dumb, Shi Hui was not angry. She just shook her head slightly, pouted her lips, and looked disgusted.
She glanced at the long sword with a snow-white scabbard on the table. Deep in her eyes, there was deep hatred and fear, and there was a faint golden thread wandering wildly in her pupils. The maid hesitated for a moment, still raised one foot, ready to cross the threshold, suddenly retracted her foot, coughed, and pretended to say: "I'm in. Not speaking means no objection, right? Yes, this is Wang Gu'an's house, I have known him for many years... You can't understand what I'm saying? It doesn't matter, anyway, we don't have much to talk about, I just came to see if there is anything missing here, we are about to move out, many things can be left to Wang Gu'an, you don't know, he has had a hard time these years."
The chattering and thinking made her and Wang Gu'an look like childhood sweethearts.
After the maid Shi Hui walked into the house, everything was calm. She walked straight to the small table and sat on the stool, her eyes always lingering on the sword.
At the same time, the black-clothed girl also took out the three pieces of paper that the young Taoist had left for Wang Gu'an, and studied them carefully, trying to figure out some tricks. Unfortunately, after reading them over and over again, she still couldn't figure it out. She said disappointedly: "These words are really written without... flavor."
She clearly remembered that there were eighteen characters on the long wall in her hometown, all of which were carved by someone with a sword. Each character contained the majestic momentum to suppress all monsters.
When she was still a child, her greatest hobby was to stand in a stroke of those big characters and look up.
Therefore, the girl really looked down on the four-character plaque of the town "Qi Chong Dou Niu".
The maid Shi Hui turned around, quietly straightened her slender waist, folded her hands on her knees, probably trying to make herself look more like a lady from a noble family. Facing the girl in black, she smiled and said softly: "Alas, young lady, you are too careless."
Ning He couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"
Shi Hui exclaimed, touched her chest, and pretended to be surprised, "Young lady, you can speak our dialect."
Ning He asked again: "What do you want?"
Shi Hui pointed at the long sword on the table, "Yours?"
Ning He frowned and said nothing.
The black-clad girl didn't say anything, and Shi Hui didn't care. She stood up and walked to the corner of the wall, looking at the bottles and jars on the wooden shelf. The maid looked at those worthless belongings very carefully.
When he was an apprentice to a kiln worker, Wang Gu'an walked barefoot all the mountains and rivers around the town, digging soil and chopping wood in the mountains alone, running up and down the mountains very fast. As long as someone is willing to teach him something, no matter if it is a simple introduction or something difficult to learn, Wang Gu'an will put in his utmost effort to do it. As for what level he can achieve in the end, Wang Gu'an doesn't care, and of course he can't control it even if he wants to. Just like when Old Man He taught him the craft of porcelain firing, he was always stingy and never willing to show his real secrets, but as long as Old Man He said it or did it, Wang Gu'an would do it very seriously. Later, Ji Chenru taught him to make wooden bows, fishing rods, etc., and Wang Gu'an also learned it meticulously. Ye Dan next door always spoke harshly, saying that Wang Gu'an's habit, according to the book, is called doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate. It's a pity that Wang Gu'an has no good life at all. In this case, it's better to just eat and wait for death and throw away the broken jar.
Shi Hui waved her hand and said with a bright smile: "Let's go, girl, take good care of your injuries. If you need anything, just call me. My name is Shi Hui, and I live in the next yard."
Ning He had no expression on his face.
The maid left the house and walked to the yard. She muttered in a voice that the black-clothed girl in the house could just hear: "It's not that good-looking."
Ning He also said softly, "This name is really vulgar."
When Shi Hui closed the door of the yard, she used some force and it banged.
Ning He closed her eyes again to rest.
Ning He was not moved by the visit of the strange girl.
However, she really didn't like this town, especially the practitioners who came here to seek opportunities. They were scheming and scheming. They said they were immortals and masters, but it was only because they stood on the mountain, not because they were so high.
In the heart of the girl Ning He, the road should not be so small.
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After the boy in straw sandals walked out of Niping Lane, the sunlight was a little dazzling. He stretched out his right hand to cover his forehead and exhaled gently.
Then he began to jog, his steps were brisk, and even though he had crossed the streets and alleys many times, he was still not tired at all. After all, for a boy who was used to going up and down the mountains, this distance was really not worth mentioning. The real hard work was to burn charcoal in the mountains. A dragon kiln needs to use 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms of charcoal every year. Especially on rainy days, living in the mountains to cut wood and burn charcoal was really a kind of suffering. The boy almost died in a charcoal kiln that collapsed during construction. What the boy did in these years was almost all physical work, and some skills were also mentioned, but after getting started, he relied purely on strength to make a living, so the boy's thinness and weakness on the surface was just an illusion, and he had an inner toughness that had been tempered by thousands of hammers.
Wang Gu'an stopped at a cross alley, leaned against the wall, squatted down, one hand was always clenched, and the other hand tied his straw sandals tightly.
At this moment, the boy's heart was as calm as water.
He just missed his only friend in the town.
That guy once boasted to Wang Gu'an in a mysterious way, saying that his grandfather had told him a story. When his grandfather was a child, he saw someone standing by the stream, just jogging a few steps, and then jumped across the entire stream in one step. Later, Ji Chenru and Wang Gu'an tried it themselves. They chose a section of the stream where the surface was the narrowest. They both stepped back to run and jumped at the same time. As a result, Ji Chenru, who was a few years older than Wang Gu'an, quickly fell into the water after jumping, and then found a black shadow above his head. Whoosh, continued to move forward, and finally fell far away.
After that, Ji Chenru never mentioned the immortal who crossed the stream in one step again.
After that, Ji Chenru knew that Wang Gu'an would often go to the stream by himself, run, jump, fly, leap, and fall.
The boy got closer to the other side every time, and he never got tired of it.
One time, I couldn't help but secretly watch from a distance. When Ji Chenru saw that shocking scene, he felt that the dark-skinned boy at that time seemed different from the fool in his impression.
When the boy flew over the stream, he was like a snake-catching eagle that often hovered in the sky of the town.