For a Prosperous World

The horse thieves first felt the cold of their wrists, and then, the blood lines on their wrists were cracked at the same time, blood splattered, and a blood color appeared.

The severe pain in the cricket's hand distorted the horse thief's face, and then he gave a sorrow, fell to the ground, covered his hand, and shouted incomprehensible words.

The horse horse thief's head was sitting on the pale face with panic, perhaps because the sight in front of him was too scary. Eyes opened slightly, with an incredible look.

He didn't figure out what was going on at all, but he knew that the gray-clad man in the tea stand was not something they could annoy.

He covered his hands, gritted his teeth, jumped onto the horse's back without hesitation, and yelled back at his men without turning back, and he fled by himself.

He fell to the ground and climbed up desperately, jumping on the horses and jumping out of the village in the direction of the horse thief.

Howling came, howling, and the thief of the horse thief disappeared quickly on the street.

Suddenly, only a few corpses were left on the tunnel, and the smell of blood was gradually dispersed in the wind.

The villagers on both sides saw the horse thief run away, but there was still no noise. They stood on both sides of the street and hid, but this time they looked at the gray robe man in the tea stall.

Wu Huo was ill and the woman was still standing there stupidly.

Wu Huo's eyes looked at the man in the tea stall with certain eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of the amazing swordsmanship or because of her appearance under the bucket.

The gray-clad man in the tea stall coughed. She hadn't spoken for more than 80 years, but now it was uncomfortable for her throat.

She drank the water in the bowl in her hand, and the tea bowl was gently lowered by her, and she stood up holding the black sword.

The footsteps of the gray-clad man were uncomfortable, and the sound of footsteps sounded loudly in the silent street, but it was clear, until the man came to the woman who saw the doctor.

The cricket woman had some reactions, took a half step back, kicked her foot on a stone, and kicked the stone a few times.

"what are you doing?"

"Girl." The gray man tried his best to make his voice look kinder, but still hoarse.

"I don't know what you just promised my husband, is it okay?"

"Why, what is it?" The girl asked in a clue, apparently she hadn't returned yet.

The man in gray clothes lowered his head and touched his nose, and said, "That is, to teach my husband to practice medicine."

The girl seemed to have finally reacted, looking at the blood on the ground, pursed her mouth, and said carefully.

多 "Thank you very much, Mr. Lao, for saving your life and learning about medicine, of course, of course, yes."

She was no longer panicked at this time, but she was still stuttering, as it should have been.

She said that she was going to salute her, but she was held by the gray man.

既然 "Since the girl is willing to teach, that girl is naturally a gentleman. How can any gentleman salute a student? When I salute a girl."

I said, the girl just felt that there was a supporting force under her, which made her stand up, and then the gray-clad man in front of him slowly held a student ceremony.

"Old, old gentleman ..." The girl was about to lift up the gray-clad man, but then paused. She suddenly remembered that it seemed as if she had just glanced at the face of the old gentleman.

应该 What I saw just now should be a young woman.

I thought of this, she stretched out her hand, but it was a ghost that when the gray-clad man bowed his head, he plucked off her bucket.

The grey-haired man was surprised for a moment. He didn't understand what the girl wanted, but he didn't **** the bucket back.

Her face was completely revealed.

Ye is indeed a young woman, with green silk bundles behind her head, and a few strands of hair hanging slightly on the side of her face. The next pair of peach eyes was as shy as the pink powder was not exposed, but there was no meaning of a woman in that look. There was some brilliance between the sword and eyebrows.

I was born so handsome ...

The girl who stood in front of the gray-clad man could see that God was holding the bucket in his hand, and for a moment he lost his mind and asked.

"Mr. Old, how are you?"

Then shook his head again: "No, not old gentleman, aunt, girl, you ..."

She seemed to be confused by herself and didn't know what to ask. When she was anxious, she even couldn't understand.

"Ah, this." The man in gray clothing took the dipper in the hand of the girl with a bit of affection, took it in his hand, and said with a bit of sympathy.

"It's a long story, my old name is Gu Nan."

"But." She said with a smile, "Mr. may not believe it, the husband is indeed very old."

In her opinion, the little girl in front of her was kind and could not hide anything from her.

"No, no." The girl who saw the doctor waved her hands again and again, her face flushed slightly, but what she said was still very slow.

She pointed at Gu Nan and corrected.

"Should not be old, old man, girl. Old man, old man, sir."

Gu Nan's appellation, Gu Nan, for a moment, nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, then I really should call myself an old man."

I was indeed an old man, and the girl was dizzy again, and her eyes were almost turning into mosquito coils. She couldn't understand. Is the person in front of him male or female?

Her gaze fell on Gu Nan's chest and frowned.

On one side, Gu Nan couldn't tell the doctor, and on the other side, Huo Qu was standing on the side looking at the blood on the ground, frowning slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The one just now should be a sword. It's horrifying to say that such a sword has never been seen before.

Qi Yijian cut open the wrists of dozens of people almost at the same time, and the wound depths were almost the same. Such swordsmanship could not even be done by his uncle. If he hadn't seen this sword in his own eyes, he wouldn't believe anyone in the world would do it.

自 He thinks he can't be beaten in the army in his own time. Even his uncle can fight dozens of rounds. However, if it was the scene just now, he could only cut off the wrists of two or three people at most.

His eyes narrowed slightly, this gray-clad man is a master who is not born.

Wu Huo went to the sick and looked back at the gray-clad man.

He saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

The man in the gray clothing was taken off. It was a woman. He had already seen it just now, and he could see it more clearly. It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful and heroic woman.

Standing in front of her was the woman who was visiting the doctor. The woman was standing seriously in front of the gray-clad man, and stretched out a hand and pressed it against the gray-clad man's chest. Go on.

Pu Huo's pupil shrinked, and then he turned back abruptly, swallowed a spit and felt his nose feel warm, as if something had flowed down.

The grey-faced man's face was stiff at first, then reddish slightly, and whispered, "Sir, you are ..."

The girl who looked at the doctor looked up with some redness and looked at Gu Nan seriously.

"Yes, it's a girl, no, my husband."