Chapter 1 The Bedroom

Inside the bedroom,

A Ming sat in a chair, feet propped up on the table, hands folded over his stomach, sleeping peacefully;

Sword Nymph lay on the bed, sobbing intermittently;

Fan Li sat at the table,

Munching on a nang bread.

Once, Yuan Zhenxing had told Sword Nymph what the martial world was: the heroic spirit of not bowing for five bushels of rice, the chivalrous spirit of helping the weak and suppressing the strong, plus a bit of carefree naughtiness.

Sword Nymph felt that her first master was right,

But he,

Was dead.

But the dream of the martial world had always been buried in her heart, and finally, she had grown from a loli to a maiden and was allowed to travel;

As a result,

In this broken inn,

That damned man whose skin was even whiter than hers,

Had crushed her dream!

No,

If it was just crushing, that would be fine,

But he wasn't,

He was splattering ink on her dream!

But yet,

Yet,

She couldn't refute him!

It could only be said that,

A Ming wouldn't take care of children, or rather, he didn't bother to.

The reason he came along was firstly for the monkey wine, and secondly, he had just come out of the Heavenly Break Mountain Range, and he might have to accompany the Lord to the capital again in a while, so taking some time to relax was not bad.

He didn't have time to pay attention to children's dreams.

Moreover,

Just like Fan Li's previous probing of the hunchbacked waiter, the Demon King's nature, if not cruel, was definitely indifferent.

Outside,

The sun began to set.

The lobby was bustling for a while, perhaps a group of guests had arrived and were eating, mixed with the landlady's hearty and flirtatious laughter.

A Ming slept for a while, then woke up for a while, then slept again, then woke up again, but he didn't change his posture.

He was used to sleeping in a coffin, so his sleeping posture was naturally impeccable.

When he heard the commotion downstairs earlier, A Ming couldn't help but imagine what it was like in Tiger Head City before.

He,

Was forced to eat blood curd;

Alas,

It was really unbearable to look back on.

As for whether,

They would open an inn themselves in the future,

It was hard to say,

At least for now, everyone hadn't had enough fun yet.

There were many fine wines in the world, most of the Eastern wines were in Qian, and most of the Qian wines were in Jiangnan.

But the identity of their Lord meant that leaving without a good reason might cause problems, not to mention even if they really went incognito to Qian to go to Jiangnan to play with courtesans, copy poems, and pretend to be elegant;

The most excited, might not be those literati or girls with a literary youth syndrome,

But,

The Silver Armor Guards.

Worry,

Worry ah…

Originally, if that little bat that had been snatched from the Chu State witch doctor was still around, he could play with it;

But that bat was borrowed by Xue San for experiments a while ago and was killed.

The bat's corpse was even taken by Fan Li to barbecue and eat.

There was nothing to play with.

…

It was late at night,

The noise downstairs gradually subsided.

It seemed that everyone had eaten and should rest.

The door of the guest room was gently knocked from the outside:

"Sir, it's me."

It was the hunchbacked waiter's voice.

A Ming put down his legs,

Sword Nymph got up,

Fan Li finished the nang bread;

The door,

Opened;

The hunchbacked waiter said very respectfully:

"Sir, those ten or so savages have all been knocked down and tied up, please come with me."

A Ming nodded, waving for Fan Li and Sword Nymph to follow.

The four went downstairs, through the lobby, and to the back of the inn. Behind it was a hillside, quite large, and the smell of horse manure could be smelled from a distance.

There were only two torches, but it could be seen that seven or eight people holding knives and swords were standing there, with more than ten savages lying in front of them.

All unconscious, with their hands and feet bound.

This inn was a black shop;

But the service was indeed very good. If you had enough money, and at the same time, your background was also sufficient, they would provide you with the most attentive service.

Fan Li went over to check. The savages' appearance was still somewhat different from the Xia people, and most importantly, their hairstyles were different.

"Hmm."

Fan Li nodded, confirming it was correct.

A Ming pinched his wrist, and at the same time said to Sword Nymph beside him:

"It's time to draw your sword."

Sword Nymph said somewhat sullenly: "What's the point of killing people like this?"

It's not even as good as killing pigs, when pigs would struggle desperately!

A Ming turned his head, looked at Sword Nymph, and then, he took out a white glove from his pocket and put it on his left hand.

"Why are you only wearing one glove?" Sword Nymph asked.

"Your master sent you out to train," A Ming said.

"Yes, but not this kind of training," Sword Nymph said.

"Oh, did Sword Saint say specifically how to train?"

"This… not really."

A Ming nodded, his left white glove already on, urging:

"Kill them."

"It's boring, big guy, you kill them."

"Slap!"

A Ming slapped Sword Nymph in the face.

Fan Li stood there and chuckled twice.

Sword Nymph covered her right face, looking at A Ming.

A Ming put his gloved hand in front of him, looked at it carefully, and blew on it,

Leisurely saying:

"You're spoiled, really."

Sword Nymph bit her lip, staring at A Ming.

"The martial world can have many appearances, but it's definitely not about being picky. They are your opponents, they are still alive, so you have to let them die.

Perhaps it's a bit boring, perhaps it's a bit tedious, perhaps it's also a bit, not as exciting as you want;

How should I put it,

When it's time to be sentimental, we can be sentimental. Life without sentimentality is like cooking without salt, it doesn't have that flavor.

But when it's not your time to be sentimental,

Don't even have a little bit of that."

A Ming bent down,

Looking at Sword Nymph,

Asked:

"Do you understand?"

Sword Nymph nodded, she was not a glass-hearted girl, she knew when to bow her head.

"Slap!"

Another slap, hitting her face again.

Sword Nymph covered her right face again, looking at A Ming, very puzzled.

"Just to deepen your impression."

After saying that,

A Ming took off the white glove on his left hand, walked to the brazier in the front stables, threw the glove in, watching it burn.

Fan Li then walked to a large vegetable basin. These savages must have been drugged by the food here.

Fan Li touched his stomach, took a breath.

Sword Nymph drew her sword,

Walked to the side of those drugged savages.

Raise the sword,

Stab,

Death;

Raise the sword,

Stab,

Death.

She wasn't afraid of blood, nor was she afraid of dead people, and she was very efficient when killing people.

She had excellent talent, and the Sword Saint directly accepted her as a disciple upon seeing her;

But the problem was,

Perhaps she had been living in the Marquis's residence for too long,

As the saying goes, those who are near vermilion are red, and those who are near ink are black,

She also picked up some of the Lord's habits.

But the problem was, she was still young and not awake enough.

Generally, when children encounter this situation, the root cause is… they need a good spanking.

See,

Isn't it better now?

Sword Nymph continued to stab,

Like a soulless reaper of life.

The hunchbacked waiter waved his hand, and all the martial world people retreated.

Immediately,

He walked to A Ming's side, took out a box, respectfully holding the box with both hands, offering it.

A Ming didn't use his hand to take it,

Instead, he said:

"Open it yourself."

He was afraid of getting dirty.

Xue San had ridiculed A Ming, saying that he usually kept his fingers clean and spotless, but when sucking blood, he directly used his teeth to stab people's necks and sucked it in large gulps, didn't he mind it then?

In fact, it was true.

The hunchbacked waiter opened the box, inside were two gold ingots that had been taken from A Ming earlier, and in addition, there were two more gold bars.

"Serving you, sir, is our honor, a blessing from three lifetimes of cultivation;

In the future, sir, if you have anything, just tell us directly, even if we risk our lives, we will do it well for you."

A Ming didn't take the box, but waved his hand, saying:

"If it's for you, then accept it."

The hunchbacked waiter's expression was a little difficult.

"We'll talk about next time, next time."

The hunchbacked waiter's face finally relaxed.

Over there,

Sword Nymph finally stabbed everyone once.

A Ming reminded:

"Everyone, add another sword."

Sword Nymph didn't speak, just nodded, continuing to call the roll with her sword.

Seeing the hunchbacked waiter still standing beside him,

A Ming frowned slightly.

The hunchbacked waiter immediately closed the box, saying:

"May you have blessings and good health, sir."

A Ming didn't want to say anything more.

Finally, Sword Nymph's second round of calling the roll ended.

"Sir, don't worry, I'll take care of cleaning up here."

A Ming took Fan Li and Sword Nymph, not returning to the inn, but leaving directly.

After the three left,

The hunchbacked waiter carried the box back to the inner room on the side of the lobby.

Inside,

The landlady was sitting there, surrounded by a circle of martial world people.

"They're gone?"

The landlady asked.

The hunchbacked waiter nodded, putting the box back on the table.

"Didn't want the bodies?" the landlady asked again.

The hunchbacked waiter nodded again.

The landlady leaned back slightly,

Saying:

"Then their identity should not be low."

These days, being able to throw out two gold ingots like water could not be done by ordinary people.

At this time, a one-eyed burly man sitting next to him spoke up:

"Since they're from the Marquis's residence, we'd better not provoke them."

The landlady glanced at the one-eyed dragon,

Saying unhappily:

"Are you blind in your other eye too? Am I provoking them? I'm rushing to lick their boots, understand? Even if that sir asked me to serve him in bed tonight, I would go."

The one-eyed burly man laughed:

"I think you can't wait, that sir is quite handsome."

The landlady sighed, indeed a little saddened.

These days, real handsome men are harder to find than beautiful women.

Clearly, the landlady had taken a fancy to A Ming.

The hunchbacked waiter then said: "The savages in the stables are all dead, we have to go clean them up later."

"Alright, alright." The landlady clapped her hands, "We can't afford to offend the Marquis's residence, but luckily Hunchback knows how to handle things and managed to get through it. Today was a close call."

The one-eyed dragon nodded, saying: "Yes, ensuring the safety of the Old Ancestor is the most important thing."

At this time,

The one-eyed dragon seemed to think of something, looked at the hunchbacked waiter, and asked:

"Hunchback, where did you get that sleeping draught?"

Sleeping draughts were high-end goods;

In fact, it was very precious, definitely not a must-have for those who traveled the martial world, because most martial world people couldn't afford it;

In comparison, poison or aphrodisiacs were much cheaper than sleeping draughts.

The hunchbacked waiter said:

"I took some blood from the Old Ancestor."

"You!"

The one-eyed dragon immediately stood up, glaring at the hunchbacked waiter, scolding:

"How dare you!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" The hunchbacked waiter also tried to raise his neck as high as possible, retorting: "Where am I going to find so much sleeping draught? Even if I found it and put it in the dishes, would those savages not taste it?

You know, there are also some skilled fighters among those savages.

That nobleman from the Marquis's residence had strange requests, insisting on making that little girl kill them herself with a sword.

What could I do, what could I do!

In case things really got out of hand, if we really took action, wouldn't you be afraid of people seeing through our martial arts routines?

Hehe,

It's just borrowing a little blood from the Old Ancestor, there are still eighteen newly dead bodies outside, still warm, drag them down and let the Old Ancestor replenish it.

Besides, don't say the Old Ancestor is still asleep, even if the Old Ancestor was awake, he would definitely allow me to do this."

"Alright, alright!"

The landlady stood up, scolding:

"Stop arguing, A Biao, you take people to clean up the stables, Hunchback, you take care of the store, there are still a few guests who haven't left, you check their backgrounds again."

"Ah, are we still going to make a move tonight?" The hunchbacked waiter was a little surprised.

Rip-offs were naturally the norm for black shops.

The landlady shook her head, saying; "No, I always feel that the knife-dragging guest who came today is a bit unusual, we have to pay more attention."

"Okay, I got it."

The landlady turned around, bent down, below, there was a hidden compartment, she pulled up the pull ring, and a tunnel appeared inside.

She held a lamp and walked down;

The space below was not large, exuding a strong floral fragrance.

A water tank, a bed, and various human bones and some accessories were placed in the recesses of the surrounding walls.

The landlady first walked to a water tank, below the water tank, there was also a layer of blood.

She used a ladle to scoop out a large spoonful into a bowl and walked to the bed on the other side.

On the bed,

Lay an old man;

The old man was very fat, with a ruddy complexion, closed eyes, motionless.

The landlady placed the bowl on the old man's chest, slowly pouring the blood down.

In an instant,

Two fangs slowly grew out of the old man's mouth,

At the same time, on both sides of his body, that is, the arm position, there were small pieces of bat wings growing out.

The blood poured on the old man did not drip out, but was absorbed by the pores in the old man's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not accurate to call them pores, because these pores were too large, like rows of densely packed fine holes pierced with thick silver needles.

After the blood was poured,

These fine holes were also closed, invisible;

The bat wings on the old man's arms also converged back.

On his face,

There was an extra touch of bright red.

The landlady breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Putting down the bowl,

Kneeling by the bed,

Respectfully kowtowing to the old man on the bed.

"Old Ancestor, we are waiting for you to wake up."

…

Under the night,

Sword Nymph walked in front,

Dropping silver beans as she walked.

She wasn't sitting on Fan Li's shoulders anymore;

"Don't cry," Fan Li said.

"Hehe," A Ming laughed.

Sword Nymph wiped her tears, saying:

"I know what the martial world is, and I also know what I should do and what I shouldn't do. I actually understand what you're saying. My first master also said that he understood why Baili Jian wanted to enter the capital to become an official.

But I think the martial world really shouldn't be like this.

Yes, Sword Saint Master is now living next to the Marquis's residence, but Sword Saint Master is not greedy for the Marquis's wealth, it's because the Marquis has governed the place so well, so he will stay there.

Otherwise,

The world is so big, where can't Sword Saint Master go?

Wealth and honor,

With his ability, does he lack it?"

In fact,

Sword Nymph was right.

A Ming opened his mouth and said: "Nothing is absolute. Among the four great swordsmen, except for your master, the other three are not free."

Baili Jian's sister was a Silver Armor Guard, and he himself was a martial arts instructor for the prince;

Li Liang Shen had to listen to military orders;

The Chu State swordsmith ran around and was busy in the previous war.

They had already stood at the top of the martial world, but none of them were as free and unrestrained as a wandering swordsman.

A Ming added:

"Real freedom, some, wait until you become a Sword Saint."

"I will," Sword Nymph said.

"Hehe."

Sword Nymph stopped and looked back at A Ming,

Saying:

"When I've perfected my sword, I'll help you kill a few people first to repay your kindness. After that, whether I stab the Marquis or not is another matter, but I will definitely return that slap to you first."

A Ming made a "yay" gesture,

Reminding:

"It's two slaps."

Sword Nymph wiped her tears hard,

Stubbornly saying:

"It's just one, I deserved the first slap."

A Ming was stunned for a moment, nodding.

This girl was indeed a bit interesting.

At this time,

Sword Nymph wasn't angry anymore,

Turning to Fan Li, she said:

"Big guy, I'm hungry."

She had been sulking all day, just lying on the bed and sobbing, not eating anything.

Fan Li smiled,

Putting down the basket he was carrying on his back.

Sword Nymph habitually leaned over to find food, but saw a large rice bowl.

"Why did you bring this along too!"

Fan Li scratched his head.

A Ming walked over, glanced at the large rice bowl in the basket,

To Fan Li, he said:

"Did you bring this out to drug her? She's still just a child."

Sword Nymph's face suddenly turned red.

Fan Li scratched his head again,

Pointing to the food in the rice bowl,

Saying:

"The taste, is a little off."

"You tasted it?" A Ming asked.

Fan Li nodded, "I tasted a fingernail's worth, a little dizzy."

"You're sick, hehe, what does it taste like?"

"A little sour."

"Spoiled?"

"It's a bit like…"

"Like what?"

"A person's smell."

"Who?"

"You."

A Ming looked at Fan Li, after looking for a while, he also stretched out a finger, scooped out a little from the rice bowl, put it to his mouth, and ate a little.

Immediately,

A Ming's eyes lit up,

Then,

He laughed,

Laughing very exaggeratedly,

Laughing without any aristocratic image,

Laughing so hard that his arms began to tremble;

"It has a paralyzing and hallucinatory effect, it's the taste of high-level vampire blood."

Seeing A Ming laugh,

Fan Li also laughed,

And deliberately imitating A Ming's appearance, widening the arc of his mouth, deliberately gloomy.

Sword Nymph was a little confused, but at this time, no one had time to explain to her.

"It's fresh, A Li."

Fan Li nodded vigorously, "Yes."

"This proves that a live body is nearby, in that inn."

A Ming opened his mouth,

As if singing opera, seemingly unable to suppress his desire to chant:

"A Li, do you know what a real high-ranking vampire means to me?"

Fan Li thought seriously,

Answering:

"Good blood to drink."

"No, no, no!"

A Ming exaggeratedly said three times,

Waving his hand,

Saying:

"It's not just a question of whether the blood is good to drink or not, this live body, if I keep it by my side, means, means………"

A Ming's eyes revealed a fiery ferocity,

"It means that I will have a blood bank that I can use at any time, and many of my abilities that are now restricted from use, even blood clan magic, can be used through this live blood transfusion.

We have been researching how to break away from the Lord's shackles;

This,

Is the method, the method that belongs to me!"

A Ming bent down,

Looking at Sword Nymph,

Reaching out,

Gently touching Sword Nymph's face,

Softly saying:

"Now, you can slap my face back."

Sword Nymph didn't slap him, A Ming in this state made her very scared.

"Hehehehe………"

A Ming laughed sinisterly,

Exclaiming with emotion:

"Now, I really love this martial world."