I have nothing but luck

Xie Rongjiao started with Qingming Tianxia.

If you compare it with human reasoning, Zhenjiang Shan should be the first-rate debater among people, and Haoran Sword should be the first-rate debate skill in debates.

It doesn't make sense to say that you can't win.

Therefore, Xie Rongjiao didn't need to bother about which style to use to finish, the people on the ground had already fallen down.

Jiang Jingxing caught a glimpse of Xie Rongjiao's expression, and suddenly felt depressed.

He is not very old, but he has a lot of experience. He has gone through all the good and evil in the world, and he knows that this world is by no means all good, beautiful, and bright.

In order to climb up the ranks, the officials first discard their noble character, and then abandon their wretched wives, old fathers and mothers, and finally their only persistence in serving the people is also lost to wearing red belts.

After all, the whole world is turbid and everyone is drunk.

In order to climb up, parents, relatives, love between men and women, and brotherhood are all regarded as burdens on the road of practice. In order to be worthy of the amount they have paid for their way, they feel that their dignity is different from ordinary people, and they are slightly displeasing to the eye. Kill more casually.

It is said that it is love without love, but I have not let go of the obsession to climb up in my heart, enjoying the pleasure of stepping on people below, what is love without love?

It's just ridiculously ugly.

Those who are officials, those who practice cultivation, those who seek money, and those who seek the same goal in the end, are all three words of climbing.

When teaching Xie Rongjiao, Jiang Jingxing was like all the elders who dote on their children in the world, while nagging about how immaculate and incompetent young people are not as good as each other, thinking how can they do without the refinement of the world; Kneeling down to him, consciously paving the way for him is a bit of a responsibility.

After entanglement and entanglement, Jiang Jingxing finally decided to let nature take its course before he made himself schizophrenic.

Good to see, bad to see.

So Xie Rongjiao gradually grew into a teenager, loving spring flowers and autumn moon, and willing to embrace the bright moon and the breeze.

Jiang Jingxing has maintained a ten-year habit of letting nature take its course, with a good self-conscious attitude, and he can be a role model for others.

It's just that there seems to be something wrong recently, and I wish I could hammer away the ones that bothered Xie Rongjiao one by one, so that they would never appear in front of Xie Rongjiao.

Jiang Jingxing was silent for a while, and silently attributed the crux of the problem to the fact that people's tempers are always extra irritable in Xia Tian.

He completely forgot that the northern wilderness and Kyushu where he lived were reversed in four seasons, and the winter was harsh.

The body of a saint who is invulnerable to cold and heat is qualified to be willful.

"Brother Xie is really fast." Li Zhixuan scratched his head, "I didn't even have time to do it."

Seeing him drooping his head and drooping his eyes, Xie Rongjiao couldn't help laughing, and quickly subtracted a little, "I don't want Brother Li to be so belligerent."

When it comes to fighting, Fang Linhe may not be better than him.

After all, Fang Linhe only wanted the way of swordsmanship, while Li Zhixuan was excited when there was a fight.

Li Zhixuan didn't want to say: "I'm not good at fighting, but I really wanted to fight just now."

He was slightly moved by Hao Ran, as if he was afraid that Xie Rongjiao would make fun of him, "To tell you the truth, Brother Xie, I just felt that what happened just now was wrong. I know that there are many things that are wrong, some of which are thousands of miles away from me, and some of which are far away from me. It involves too much, I can't manage it, I can't manage it one by one, and I don't think too much, just looking for trouble."

"But like what happened just now, it happened around me, and I can take care of it, that is, God wants me to take care of it. Even if I lose my life? I must take care of it, otherwise I will feel very uncomfortable."

He learned swords from a blacksmith since he was a child. The blacksmith is a rough man who only knows how to forge iron and practice swords. Li Zhixuan is better than him. He hasn't read many books yet, and he doesn't know how to use eloquent words to describe the thoughts that have been held in his heart for a long time.

When he cobbled together the words that he had been bored for a long time, his mind was at ease, and he didn't even care that Xie Rongjiao might make fun of him.

Xie Rongjiao said nothing, and made a long salute to him.

It turns out that as far as the northern wilderness, there is still awe-inspiring spirit between heaven and earth.

Thanks to the two identities of Jianmen, the two successfully entered Xuanwu City under the names of Gao Shan and Jiang Jing, as if they were wealthy sons who came to Xuanwu City to buy goods.

After entering Xuanwu City, Xie Rongjiao had a momentary sense of dislocation, as if he was not in the northern wilderness where the wind carried a rough atmosphere, but in Jiangnan across thousands of miles.

The sound of the storytelling master’s storytelling babbling spread throughout the streets and alleys. Even though it’s the coldest winter, there are still young ladies talking softly, with bright dresses, which melt the ice into a hole, and spring flowers bloom.

The shops on both sides of the street were steaming and steaming, shouting and cursing were endless, and the restaurants were of different heights, but all of them wafted a seductive aroma.Although there are no willow trees on the south bank of the Yangtze River that are used to the wind and moon, they are full of high-hanging lanterns, with lifelike shapes and delicate fringe tails.

Even the handkerchiefs of flowers thrown to Jiang Jingxing were no less than those of Jiangnan.

Even though the Lord of Xuanwu City was full of doubts, Xie Rongjiao still couldn't help wondering that the person who was able to rule Xuanwu City so far would really be entrusted by Xie Hua to let Xuanwu City be haunted to this day?

Jiang Jingxing felt cordial when he saw such idioms, the fortune-telling of the east family and the storytelling of the west family, it took only half a day to come to Xuanwu City, and most of the girls in the city knew that a handsome man came to the city and finished the fortune-telling and storytelling.

Seeing it, Li Zhixuan was amazed: "How did the seniors do it so casually?"

Xie Rongjiao answered him calmly: "It's just my business."

Li Zhixuan was full of doubts: "Isn't senior a sword repairer?"

His master once said that from the moment their sword masters practice their swords, it is equivalent to making a contract with the sword, and they will return to the sword early for the rest of their lives.

Jiang Jingxing said casually: "What is it that I belong to the sword in this life, and become a Taoist couple with the sword? I have never married in my prime, so why am I not sure why I will go out for the rest of my life? Don't talk nonsense to spoil my innocence."

It turned out that Li Zhixuan accidentally said the latter sentence together.

Jiang Jingxing's words were resonant and forceful, probably because he is old and has a bad memory, and he forgot who had said to Xie Huan: "Marriage, what kind of marriage? Is it not good for me to spend my life with Jian Xiao in style? Why can't you think about breaking yourself into a cocoon?"

Jiang Jingxing bumped into a fortune teller in a teahouse. They were both fellows who looked at the horoscope entirely by deception and deduced the hexagrams all by guessing. Tell the world about it.

The fortune teller was so absorbed in the chat that he deliberately lowered his voice: "Brother, when you hear your accent, you know that you are a foreigner, and you must not understand the weirdness of our city."

Jiang Jingxing cooperated with him with a curious expression of sincerely asking for advice, and also lowered his voice: "I came to Xuanwu City mainly to take care of Ah Jing to buy goods. Their family has a business here. It's the first time he came here when he was young, so I don't worry. , I want to help take care of it, and I also inquired about Xuanwu City, but I didn’t hear anything special. Hearing what my brother said, I seem to have been kept in the dark.”

"My brother is a righteous man." The fortune teller was very pleased with his cooperation. He praised him first, and then said, "It's not the person who told me the news. Really, this news is secret. It's not from the ancestors who lived in the city for generations. People don't know yet."

Li Zhixuan felt like dozing off.

From the bottom of his heart, he admired Xie Rongjiao who was calm and calm, and his posture had not changed a single bit.

This kind of admiration is even stronger than that of Xie Rongjiao's sword, which turned out to be a ghostly inn Xiaoershi.

Li Zhixuan couldn't help but asked him via voice transmission: "Brother Xie, listen, don't you feel bored?"

"Fair." Xie Rongjiao thought for a while, and sent back to him via voice transmission: "Listen to it a few more times and you will get used to it."

Li Zhixuan didn't want to listen to it several times.

After all, it is much more interesting than the all-black Xie Ronghua and boasting about himself.

Xie Rongjiao has always been content and happy.

At this time, the fortune teller came to the critical point: "To tell you the truth, my brother, Xuanwucheng, we haven't had a new practitioner for a long time."

Jiang Jingxing was surprised and said: "Although people with the roots of cultivation are scarce after all, there is not a single practitioner in a city—"

Too exaggerated.

"Who knows? It's not a secret. My brother will know it after just asking a few times. Xin Mi, I will talk about it later." The fortune teller stroked his beard and shook his head. This place is embarrassing."

"You say it is a corner of Kyushu. It doesn't touch the aura of Kyushu. You say it belongs to the Northern Wilderness. There is no turbidity on it. It can't give birth to practitioners, and it can't give birth to demon cultivators. It's better to wait for Xuanwu to seal the turbidity After the death, the remaining spiritual energy on the remains of Xuanwu formed a spiritual vein, and there are only practitioners in the city."

The fortune teller's two eyebrows could not wait to fly on his face: "But the spiritual energy in the Xuanwu bones is limited, and it cannot last forever. Isn't it true that in the past few decades, the remaining spiritual energy in the Xuanwu bones has been exhausted, and there have been no practitioners in Xuanwu City? "

Jiang Jingxing was submissive, and sighed: "I know more than I know. When my brother clarified my doubts, I suddenly became enlightened. My knowledge is still profound."

The fortune teller squinted his eyes happily: "Isn't that right? It's rare to meet someone like my brother, so let me say a few more words."

Could it be that the clues were sent to the door on their own initiative?

A person's luck during the day is so little, and all of it is used on Xuanwu City——

Xie Rongjiao became genuinely worried about Jiang Jingxing's fortune for the next period of time.

Later, when he thought about it, Jiang Jingxing didn't seem to have such a thing as wealth luck, so he felt relieved.

Sure enough, the fortune-teller lived up to expectations, eloquently: "The ghosts in Xuanwu City are not small. There is a saying that the ghosts are a combination of resentment from people who are not allowed to practice. But everyone doesn't take it too seriously, anyway, it can't hurt people in the city. People, outsiders usually stop at a point, and their lives are safe, so can they have many things?"

Li Zhixuan's eyes widened, and he almost forgot to use the sound transmission: "But Brother Xie, didn't the waiter in the inn say that many foreigners who went there lost their lives?"