Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 274: A story about the sword (1)

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In the North Sea coast of mountains and rivers, many monks have left 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, resulting in These monks were 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 sacred 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 has returned to 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 looked at it, he would never have thought that there would be a sword box under this old locust tree. , Didn't even think he would bury something here.

No one will know that he was a swordsman.

Whether the old shopkeeper is the real old shopkeeper or not, he now has only one idea, that is, to live until death.

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 by 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.

One 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. Then I looked around and walked around, of course, I stayed in this tea house more often.

He sells tea and is his livelihood.

Although he can't make much money, for Meng Jin, silver money is something meaningless.

Being alive is fun.

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 does spring come late, but also winter comes very early.

Today, it is rare that some warm sun broke through the clouds and shone on the world.

Meng Jin moved a bench and sat at the door of the tea house, feeling the temperature of the sun. In fact, a monk at his level was already unafraid of cold and warm, but he didn’t know why. He sat in the sun and felt Very warm.

Some fishermen pass by outside the tea house from time to time. When they see Meng Jin, they will stop to greet him. Most of the time, Meng Jin just nodded slightly, and occasionally 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 not many people really remember how many years it was. Anyway, they know that this old shopkeeper should be very old.

Meng Jin lay on a chair, thinking of many things, 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 that in order to continue the swordsman's line, he was already crazy in swordsmanship, with good talent, and even more diligence, allowing Xu Ji to walk extremely fast naturally.

Was you so afraid of death at the time?

Thinking about too many things, I fell asleep when I thought about it.

Waiting for Meng Jin to open his eyes again, the sun was already down and there was a couple in front of him.

The man wore a simple cyan 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 can only be one swordsman who can hide his sword aura from being discovered in front of Meng Jin, and that is 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 spirit is heavy. Either it is a talented little demon cultivator, and the realm is not enough, it can't cover the demon aura, or it is a big 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's a demon or demon, it's his business.

The man in the cyan robe asked, "Is there any alcohol?"

Meng Jin shook his head.

There is wine, but it is not something most people can drink.

The woman in the red dress pulled the man's cyan robe, and said dissatisfied: "Isn't it talking about drinking tea?"

The man smiled awkwardly and got used to it.

Meng Jin got up and walked into the tea house. There are not many people who want to drink tea in such a situation.

Meng Jin took out the big iron pot and started to make tea. Tea is not a good tea, but it is cheaper. Meng Jin didn't pay much attention, but he was better at it.

A tea that has been brewed for hundreds of years is familiar to everyone.

After the man sat down, he put the sword on the table, and the woman sat quietly across from 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.

Added tea to the two of them, returned to the counter, Meng Jin thought for a while, and added a light.

The light is not so good.

Last night, Meng Jin remembered as if these two people had never seen him before, but thinking about the strangers he had seen in the past few months, Meng Jin felt that it 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 maybe even moved to tears.

But the woman in the red dress is not an ordinary girl. She has lived 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 these two to leave quickly.

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-robed man dropped a piece of silver and walked towards the two.

Before they came 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 the treasure of the town, so it was given to an outsider. Not so good?"