I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Dabao was scared by his words and took a step back. He stared at the knife and remembered the bloody disaster written in the almanac when he went out this morning. At that time, he just regarded it as a joke.

"Hey, that man is suspicious by nature, but he also has a habit of meddling. It will be of great use to us to keep him."

Bu Jianshan stopped Bu Jianshui, thinking that in his plan, to catch Meng Buping, a big fish, he needed another bait.

This seemingly loyal and honest tea stall owner should be a good choice.

"Brother, you don't have to be afraid, we have people who ask for the door to do things, and there are rules in the door."

Bu Jianshan carried the pedestrian's burden on his body, hid the long knife in his hand under the table, restrained his murderous aura, and looked quite elegant.

"The innocent are not killed, and the useful are not killed. Your two tea guests and my two brothers are just borrowing clothes."

Bu Jianshan smiled peacefully, but threw something like a small packet of medicinal powder in front of Dabao, "I have to trouble you, brother, to make a pot of the best tea you have here, and entertain a guest from afar." .”

Yu Huaiyin is in the memory, he pays attention to everything around him, and knows that the reason why Liang Book is wrong is because he has not discovered the mystery of the fourth layer.

Since the authorities are confused by the onlookers, then in these memories, the deepest desire of the soul must be hidden.

Life is like a play, Liang Chi and him, since they can answer the second level of questions for Anshun and Dabao, it shows that the two of them have the same aspirations as Anshun and Dabao.

Therefore, what you wish is what I think.

The real answer is not in others, but in yourself.

I am Dabao, and Dabao is also me, so when I start my life again, what do I want most?

After understanding the connection, Yu Huaiyin fixed his eyes on the ever-changing light cluster.

A lame man dressed in black came from a distance.

He didn't move fast, but it was his perseverance that wouldn't stop for a moment that made him go so far.

The untimely wind blew up, blowing the sand on the ground, hitting the lame man's face, stuck to the blood from the wound, painful, but he couldn't clean it up.

Because, his broken right hand was still holding his sword, while his intact left hand was holding a jar.

A swordsman's life lies in his sword, but now he holds it with a crippled hand.

This is enough to show that in his heart, the jar in his left hand is more important than his life.

The wound on his body was bleeding, and there was a moment when he would die.

But before that, he was going to a place, where the words Qixing Town were engraved on the city gate.

Fusheng is free for half a day, this is a good place to bury his bones, the people in the jar once said so.

So he kept moving forward, toward his end, all of which were preordained.

But there are exceptions to everything, if the honest young man at the tea stall didn't stop him...

"The day is still long, Ke Guan. The hot water on the stove has just boiled. Would you like a pot of tea?"

Dabao stood in front of the tea stall, looking at the poor lame man, he couldn't understand why the two Bu Jianshan brothers would spend so much time trying to kill such a person.

He even spared no effort to keep him alive, and poisoned the boiling pot of tea.

Hearing Dabao's call, Meng Buping glanced at the sunset in the sky. Although the day was approaching, there was still a long way to go for a person who traveled all night.

The gate of the city is not yet closed, so there is more than enough time to drink a cup of tea.

At the tea stand, a scholar and a strong man were talking about it.

There was no murderous intent, and there was no smell of blood.

But when Meng Buping looked at Dabao, he still felt uneasy. He seemed to have seen the light in the young man's eyes somewhere.

Get rid of this wonderful feeling of déjà vu in your mind.

When people observe the world from a skeptical perspective, those things that are hidden in dark corners and cannot be seen will naturally appear.

Licking the chapped corners of his mouth, Meng Buping sat down at the table, and he saw the tea falling into the cup, accompanied by the chatter of tea drinkers next to him.

"Shopkeeper, how is the business of your tea stall? Why is it a little deserted?"

"Business is not business, it's just for food." Dabao smiled unnaturally.

He wiped the table absently, and said again: "The city gate is about to close, who will come to drink tea except those who are on the way, but you have also seen it, guest officer, there are still people in this stall, so we can't take it away in advance."

Meng Buping could smell the faint fragrance of tea lingering in the air. This tea is good tea, but no one can guarantee whether there is something that can kill people in it.

Although the owner of the tea stand is strong, but his energy is empty, he doesn't look like a Lianjiazi.

But for the two people next door, even if their aura can be hidden, it is not easy to change one's behavior overnight.

Meng Buping looked at Bu Jianshui and saw that he stepped on the stool with one foot, the sole was muddy and dark red.

The land of Kaiyang Country is fertile, and the soil is mostly black, which shows that these two people have been to other places before coming here.

And the horizontal silk hemp they wear is the cloth sold only in Meizhou, the hometown of students. It is firm and crisp, and the price is low. It has never been used as a commodity for trade in other countries. Therefore, the original owner of the clothes should be Meizhou people of Yuheng country.

But they also said just now that they came from the border of Pojun country, and they wanted to take part in the poetry meeting in half a day.

There are many flaws in this, which made Meng Buping aware of the strangeness of these two people.

Disguising and changing appearances, empty flowers and moonlight, killing people and taking lives, crossing the sea and hiding the sky.

When it comes to this skill, Xue Qi, who has been buried in the altar forever, is a peerless figure.

He, Meng Buping, had seen better methods, so he would naturally sneer at such a poor disguise.

Picking up the bowl of tea, just about to pass it to his mouth, he suddenly heard Dabao reminding him, "Guest officer, wait a minute!"

As soon as Meng Buping's movements stopped, even the two brothers on the next table subconsciously glanced at Dabao, and there was a slight pause between words.

"There is something dirty in this tea, I'll change it for you." Dabao took the bowl of tea from Meng Buping's hand, and tilted the cup.

Meng Buping took a look and found that there was indeed a small stone at the bottom of the cup, so he smiled softly.

Dabao nodded, splashed the bowl of tea on the ground, turned around and took the pot and a new cup from the stove.

Bu Jianshan's expression changed, and he thought that this great treasure is really unnecessary, but it's good, it seems real if he is more thoughtful.

It's just that no matter what the purpose of his move is, when they kill Meng Buping, they will never leave him alive.

The pack of colorless and odorless Huagong powder was put in the teapot by him, and he just refilled a cup of tea with his own eyes, so nothing could go wrong.

"Brother, I'm determined." Meng Buping took the new tea from Dabao and drank it down in one gulp.

He took out two copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, "Tea is good tea, but I have important business to do, so it's inconvenient to drink more."

Holding the jar with his left hand, Meng Buping limped towards the city gate.

"one two Three……"

Bu Jianshan tapped the tea bowl rhythmically with his chopsticks, and when he counted to seven, the staggering figure fell down.

Meng Buping lay on the ground, he felt someone approaching behind him, and wanted to lift it up to see who it was.

The next moment, a foot stepped on his face, causing his head to sink into the mud beside the road, and the man said: "Meng Buping, you look like a ghost, can you still hold a sword?"

Bu Jianshan snatched the sword from Meng Buping's hand, and looked at it carefully.

It was a snow-colored short sword, which looked ordinary, but he seemed to be captured by his soul. He put the sword in his palm and stroked it gently, feeling extremely loving and obsessed.

Because he knew that this sword was called "The First Sword". As the name suggests, the sword is such a remarkable existence in the legends of the rivers and lakes.

The prestigious Wen Jiuzhou once used his sharpness to cut off the head of the Poison God, eclipsing the world's weapons, and achieved his title of Sword God.

At the Wudu Conference, Meng Buping's sword did not leave its sheath, and with its indestructible cold iron scabbard, countless heroes of the world were far behind.

Then this sword cut off Xue Qigong's saber, allowing the brat to secure the No. [-] position in the world.

This is a sword worthy of a hero, and the person he stepped on at this moment has obviously lost this qualification.

"You came for this sword."

Meng Buping's voice was hoarse. It was obvious that being trampled on the ground didn't feel good. The wound on his back was open, and the blood gushing out flowed down his neck to his cheeks, making him look in a state of distress.

"Someone asked my two brothers to kill you at a high price. We followed you all the way from Wanchongling to Qixing Town, only to realize that there are too many people in this world who want to kill you. Carefully calculate the life of Number One Sword in the World. It is much more valuable than the bounty I received, my brother and I have never traded at a loss, and taking this sword is all our reward."

Bu Jianshan sneered, drew the sword out of its sheath, and pointed it at Meng Buping, the first sword was never stained with the blood of an unknown person.

Today he stabbed with the sword, and since then there has been a man like Bu Jianshan in the world.

Meng Buping?Dabao has heard this name before, and has imagined the appearance of this person more than once in his mind, what kind of peerless, youthful spirit he must be.

But I never expected that it would look like this.

"Stop!" Dabao roared angrily, causing the three of them to look sideways.

Meng Buping couldn't move, he only looked at the simple and honest young man from the corner of his eye.

He thought that he and Bu Jianshan brothers were originally in the same group, but when he was just pouring tea, he clearly saw the cold sweat on Dabao's head and trembling hands, and felt that this tea stall who didn't know a little bit of kung fu Boss, he must have been threatened.

But at this moment, this person stopped him when he was in danger.

Although he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, Meng Buping was puzzled. Could it be that he had misunderstood it before? There are no wonders in the world. Maybe there really is a peerless expert who can restrain his own breath, just like ordinary people.

Bu Jianshan also frowned, but what he was thinking in his heart was completely opposite to Meng Buping.

He glanced at Dabao and suddenly felt that he really underestimated this tea seller.

But just because he dared to speak up just now, and wanted to save Meng Buping's life from his subordinates, this person deserved a decent death.

"See the water, give this kind boss a ride."

"That's it." Bu Jianshui responded, drew out the knife placed under the table, and walked towards Dabao.

"You two heroes, you can't help it. Hero Meng is a good man. Aren't you the most heroic and loyal people in the Jianghu? I beg you, let him go."

Seeing that Bu Jianshui was approaching menacingly, Dabao lost the courage he had just now, and fell to his knees with a plop, showing a pleading expression.

Probably the backbone and chivalry of this life were all lost by the shout just now.

Over the years, the low eyebrows and humbleness learned in this secular world are fully displayed.

He is afraid of death, but he can't see the hero in his heart being humiliated, and he always feels that it shouldn't be like this.

The word "begging" caused Meng Buping, whose face was almost half buried in the mud, to have a different color in his eyes.

In those eyes, there was originally a pool of stagnant water.

However, at the moment when Meng Buping heard Dabao begging for mercy.

He suddenly remembered that three years ago, when he had just won the leader of the Wudu Conference and was going around fighting for justice, he helped many people like Dabao.

He once thought boldly, sweeping away all the injustices in the world, and never letting the weak kneel and bow their heads in front of bullies.

But now, he was so desperate that he wanted an unknown person to bow down for him.

It was also at that moment that he thought of the light in Dabao's eyes just now, where he had seen it before.

It turned out that every time he drew the sword for the chivalry in his heart, the willful and unrestrained youth flashed across the sword, and it belonged to his own gaze.

Never disappointed with this world, delusional thinking that he can change everything by himself, such eyes are really rare, but they are finally extinguished in front of his eyes again.

It was very dazzling, Meng Buping had been staring at Dabao all the time, never felt that the presence of a single person could make him so angry.

"Meng Buping, he's right, I shouldn't be in a hurry to kill you, I heard that Wen Jiuzhou once mastered what he had learned all his life, and wrote a book called "Kyushu Sword Art", and after he and the God of Poison After the war, destroy the sword formula with your own hands. As his disciple, you must get his true inheritance. If you are willing to give me the sword formula silently, I will consider saving your life. I will only cut off your hands and take it back for business. ,what do you think?"

As Bu Jianshan said, he moved the blade of the sword to Meng Buping's left hand which was holding the jar.

"What is this?"

He noticed the jar, which seemed to be more ordinary than the first sword, but Meng Buping took good care of it.

This man had many injuries, his clothes were ragged and unkempt, but the jar was as clean as new, even if someone stepped on it, Meng Buping didn't let the jar get a little dusty.

what exactly is it?Make him look so heavy.

Bu Jianshan thought, maybe the "Kyushu Sword Jue" was not destroyed, but was hidden by Meng Buping, in this altar.

He bent down, trying to find out.

Just as he stretched out his hand, a sharp fragment of a broken knife was inserted into his chest, right in the heart, and there was no salvation for the gods.