I Can’t Be a Sword God

Because of a magic brush, an undercurrent surged in the small county town.

Even in broad daylight, few people dared to wander the streets.

Last night, there were frequent clanging of swords and roars of ghosts in the city, which frightened many people who were used to a peaceful life.

Recently, there have been frequent occurrences of evil spirits.

Not only in Hangzhou, but also in Kyushu.

There are rumors in the market that insider information has flowed out from the Sitianjian, the South Dipper is tilted, the luck of the dynasty is declining, and the world will be in chaos soon.

There are a lot of evildoers, but it is just a harbinger of chaos.

For a while, people panicked.

But in a small courtyard in the city, there are peaceful days.

Ma Liang bowed in front of the table, which was covered with a large sheet of rice paper. He raised his wrist, hung his pen, and splashed ink. Of course, ordinary brushes are used.

Mo Xian was quietly adding spices to the beast furnace.

Grinded by plain hands, red sleeves add fragrance.

This is the scene that Ma Liang only dared to dream of, and it is considered to be fulfilled at this time. But I lost the most precious time of my youth and became a middle-aged man.

The gains and losses in the middle are hard to care about.

But he is a smart man, thinking in his heart, with his background, it is good not to starve to death. Even if I struggle half my life, I don't know how lucky I am to be able to achieve this situation.

At this point, just skip the hard work and fast forward to enjoying the results.

Thinking about it this way, blood earns.

Unfortunately.

Happy hour is always short.

Mo Xian was about to take away the embers poured out of the furnace, when suddenly he heard two popping sounds, and something heavy seemed to fall in the courtyard.

She opened the door, and a sharp cold light forced her head on!

when clang clang...

The pot containing the ashes fell to the ground, and Mo Xian stepped backwards and retreated into the house.

Outside the door, four sturdy masked men rushed into the room, and the first one held a dagger and said in a low voice: Don't make noise, don't make trouble, the old men only want money, not death!

A small man in the back said sharply: This little girl is so beautiful, why don't we grab her by the way?

A man with a scar between his eyebrows turned to stare at him.

The little man shrank his neck suddenly.

Mo Xian looked at Ma Liang helplessly.

Ma Liang put down his pen calmly, and said: Heroes, we have a small family and courtyard, and we don't have much savings. There are some scattered silver taels in the box beside the table. That's all our money. If you take it, please go away.

A man went to open the wooden box he was talking about, and sure enough, he took out some silver coins, about twenty or thirty taels here and there.

The man with the scar between his eyebrows looked at Ma Liang and sneered.

Heh, you still want to lie to us? If you only have this little savings, can you afford such good paper? Such good ink? Do you really think you have no experience?

Good boy! The little man screamed again: It seems that you don't shed tears when you don't see robbery!

As he said that, he was about to step forward to tease Moxian.

Stop! Ma Liang shouted suddenly.

He glared at a group of strong people, and said: If you think this paper and ink is valuable, you can take it away... I am a poor family, and I came here from another place... There is really no money left in my family.

In fact, as long as he picked up the ordinary-looking bald brush beside him, he could draw tens of millions of taels of gold and silver at will.

For the convenience of going out, in terms of gold and silver, he has always painted as he needed, so he didn't have much savings.

But at this time, if he used the magic brush in front of these thieves, what they would take away... would not be just gold and silver.

If he lost the magic pen, for Ma Liang now, it would be tantamount to losing half his life.

True Half-Life.

The man with the scar stared at him, as if thinking.

The little man at the side said: Brother, this man has clearly lied to us. I suggest that Jie take a look and put some pressure on him.

The man with the scar finally nodded: Yes.

Haha! The little man let out a smirk, and was about to step forward to pull Mo Xian again.

The scarred man grabbed the back of his neck, threw him out of the house, and said, I'll explore the way ahead.

After a thud outside, there was another flattering voice: It should be, it should be, big brother, please...preemptive strikes.

Little brother strikes later...Everyone takes turns to fight...

...

Although Mo Xian walked out of a self-painting, she is no different from an ordinary woman and does not have any supernatural powers at all.

Seeing that she was about to be humiliated, Ma Liang was in a hurry, picked up the magic brush on the side, and just drew on the paper.

Mo Xian suddenly called him: Master! Don't...

Ma Liang looked at her concerned eyes and understood what she meant. If he drew another ghost, maybe he would become an old man.

But the current situation...

Ma Liang had no choice but to think for a while, brushed a few strokes, and drew a very realistic steel knife.

With a flash of brilliance, the steel knife unexpectedly popped out of the drawing paper and appeared on the table.

Ma Liang lifted it up, strode forward, and shouted: Let go of Immortal Mo!

Needless to say, the man with the scar had already shifted his attention from Mo Xian to him.

The man greedily looked at the writing brush on Ma Liang's table: The reason why our brothers were trapped in this city and couldn't get out, I heard it was because a little shepherd boy picked up a magic brush, and everything he painted could come true...Unexpectedly , this pen is actually here.”

Ma Liang stepped forward with a knife, and angrily said: If you know, get out!

Heh. The man sneered, Are you trying to hack me?

While talking, he walked towards Ma Liang.

Ma Liang didn't intend to kill anyone, but when he saw him approaching again and again, he was flustered for a moment, his eyebrows were tightened, he yelled, and swung his knife violently!

clang--

The steel knife hit the man's neck heavily, but the sound was not the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, but the sound of gold and iron colliding.

Hehe. The man sneered, took out a book from his pocket, and shook it in front of Ma Liang's eyes.

I saw the above eight big characters.

Thirty Days to Learn Iron Clothes

...

Do you know? said the man with the scar: I have taught myself the iron shirt for three full years! With this rubbish technique, I have become invulnerable! I have a talent, and I robbed my house just to continue to learn martial arts from my master.

I have already contacted the Yanzhao Gate in the north, and they can accept me as long as five hundred taels of silver.

Originally, I didn't want to kill people, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I met a magic brush here... Hahahaha! From now on, what kind of martial arts will I practice, I will just cultivate immortality!

Outside the door, the little man who was in the wind couldn't hear it clearly, and wondered for a while, Brother, what kind of pen did you encounter, and you are so happy?

Could it be some kind of legendary artifact?

He couldn't help rubbing his hands.

expect.

you……

In the house, Ma Liang didn't expect that there were warriors among the thieves, and it was too late to pick up a brush to paint, so he could only swing the big knife again in a hurry, and wanted to strike again.

The man with the scar didn't give him a chance, so he kicked in the air with a bang! Ma Liang's thin body flew high, hit the wall, and slowly slid down like a painting.

Master! Mo Xian called out tenderly.

From now on, your master will be me, hahaha...

The man with the scar picked up the magic brush, and then looked at Ma Liang, who was lying aside, with cold eyes.

The news of the precious treasure must not be leaked out.

Not only this person, but the man with the scar has already made up his mind, including the brothers who came with him tonight, not one of them can stay!

People are not ruthless, and they cannot stand firmly.

He was about to pick up the steel knife and end up with Ma Liang, when he saw a little man outside suddenly walk in with a strange look on his face.

The man with the scar frowned: Didn't I let you watch the wind?

Yes. The little man said: I came in to inform you that someone from Chaotianque is here.

Huh? Where are you?

It's... behind me...

After finishing speaking, the little man took a few steps forward, revealing a black figure behind him.

...

The pupils of the scarred man constricted instantly.

Exhibition name?!

Yes, the visitor was dressed in black, with a stern face and lightning-like eyes.

It is the youngest commander in Chaotian Que, named Zhan Liu.

In the past few years, all thieves who walked in the Hangzhou mansion must remember Zhan Liuming's appearance and be on guard in advance.

It's just that at this time, it's too late to be on guard.

Brothers! Scarface yelled: Shoulder to shoulder! Kill him, and there will be a fortune!

He is not lying.

How can the magic pen in your hand be described by the word rich?

only……

The people in front of them are not something they can deal with together.

Zhan Liuming turned his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a bang!

Bang, boom, boom, boom.

There were a total of four strong men, all of whom fell to the ground without saying a word.

And the tall young man standing at the door clearly didn't move at all, just a look in his eyes.

The coercion of the strong is so terrifying.

If he wanted to, he could even scare these strong men to death on the spot.

The dust settled.

pause.

Zhan Liuming asked aloud, Are you Ma Liang?

Ma Liang and Mo Xian in the room did not suffer from his coercive attack, and they were conscious at this moment. But... Ma Liang couldn't say a word.

He looked at the commander Chao Tianque who came to the door, knowing that the matter had been revealed, he could only smile wryly.

As Li Chu expected, when Zhan Liuming came the day before yesterday, he had ordered the Yamen to cooperate with the investigation of the study shop. At this time, a red-clothed woman happened to be found, who was very suspicious. When he came to check, he encountered this scene.

Saved Ma Liang and Mo Xian.

But Ma Liang didn't know whether to be sad or happy.

After a long time, he replied, It's me.

Zhan Liuming picked up the magic brush from the ground, and took another look at Ma Liang: Writing comes true...there really is a price.

Because he is a mortal body, how can he grasp such an immortal weapon?

A gloomy voice suddenly came from outside the house.

...

Zhan Liuming stared intently, and said to Ma Liang and Mo Xian: Don't come out.

After finishing speaking, he walked to the courtyard alone, and met two weird masked figures.

One wears a bronze mask and the other also wears a bronze mask.

It's just that the left side is a crying face, and the right side is a smiling face.

Behind the two of them, there was a ghost with downcast eyes like a pet, and when it saw Zhan Liuming, it blinked its big eyes like copper bells.

Maybe it's recalling some bad memories from last night.

It's all your fault for the delay, we are late. The crying man said in a low voice, looking at the ghost.

The ghost suddenly trembled all over, as if wanting to beg for mercy.

But before he could say a word, he was pointed at by the crying face and exploded with a bang!

Ink splatter.

Here, the smiling man said to Zhan Liuming: Leave the magic pen, you can go.

Zhan Liuming didn't make a sound, and looked at them coldly, with his left and right hands turned backwards, holding a pair of swords behind his back on his left shoulder and right waist.

Black knife, white sword.

The gods of the world.

I've heard of you, the youngest leader of Chaotian Tower, who was born with a fairy body... Seven stars follow fate. But I advise you, it's best not to draw your sword.

The smiling man's voice was very cheerful, as if it was incompatible with the tense atmosphere.

You can ask your life star, once you draw the knife, will you...will you die?

The voice of the crying face was extremely gloomy, as if someone owed him a few pennies.

Remain famous face sinking like water.

He was indeed born with a fairy body, and the fairy body in his body was called Seven Stars According to Fate.

As the name suggests, he was born with the Big Dipper to lead the way.

Beidou kills.

He can see where everyone's death omen is, and detonate and expedite the death omen.

Relying on this ability, he debuted for many years without a single defeat.

But sometimes, omens of death would also appear on his head.

At this time, he knew that he had encountered something life-threatening. Relying on this ability, he also escaped many catastrophes of life and death.

For example today.

Since the appearance of these two weirdos, he has felt the bleakness of his own destiny.

dangerous.

Think for a long time.

He quietly placed the magic pen on the ground.

The appearance of these two weirdos was obviously unexpected. For the forces that may be involved behind the magic brush, Chao Tianque was not prepared enough.

There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

This is not an escape.

It's a strategic retreat.

I'm going to take the two in the room with me, he said.

Anything you want. The smiling man spread his hands, We are law-abiding citizens, and we are not here to kill people.

After finishing speaking, Zhan Liuming retreated into the house and helped Mo Xian and Ma Liang.

If they were left here, they would probably end up being killed casually.

Save if you can.

Bang——

Zhan Liuming led the two of them straight through the roof and flew up into the sky, a night owl stabbed out, and he stepped on the bird's back.

Before leaving, he glanced back.

Deep eyes.

This kid makes me feel scared. The crying man murmured, Shouldn't we let him go? This kid will become a serious problem in the future.

Who doesn't know this? It's a natural immortal body, but when it grows up, which one is not a great power?

As soon as the smiling man raised his hand, the magic pen on the ground fell into his sleeve without any wind.

He said again: However, it is not so easy for us to kill him, and it will also attract Chao Tianque's revenge. If the matter of Yaodao Xianzang is exposed, it will be even more troublesome.

Yes, but not necessary.

After taking away the magic pen, the two turned around and left. When they walked out of the courtyard, they found someone waiting outside.

When the man saw them, he smiled slightly: Long time no see, Elegant.

...

The man had a black square face, like an old farmer, but he was wearing a clean blue Taoist robe, which was a bit out of harmony.

The crying man and the smiling man froze on the spot when they saw him.

Sang Taoist...

The crying face let out a low cry, as if he was really about to cry.

Are you just standing and talking to me? Taoist Sang asked casually.

Many years have passed between the Yiyao Sect and you... The smiling man seemed to want to smooth things over.

Sang Daoren glanced over.

Plop, plop.

The man with the crying face and the man with the smiling face knelt down together, without any trace of his calm demeanor just now.

cowardly.

I came here to find other people in this city. I didn't want my spiritual sense to scan and found you. Tell me, why are you here?

We... The smiling man hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Taoist Sang said calmly again: Don't lie, I can tell.

It's the Yaodao Xiancang. The crying man said directly: The Yaodao Xianzang is about to appear in the world, and this time we went to Jiangnan for this reason.

No wonder, I said that you group of people who can't stand on the stage suddenly dared to come to the south. Sang Daoren scratched his head, I just got something, put it on the ground, and you can get out.

Sang Taoist, this matter is very important... The smiling man wanted to say something more.

Taoist Sang raised his eyes again.

He threw the magic pen on the ground suddenly, turned around and ran, and at the same time shouted: Goodbye!

The crying face was shocked by the speed of his companion's escape, and he felt that such a big person beside him disappeared in an instant.

Blinking, he quickly got up and walked away.

The big streets and alleys were suddenly empty, leaving only this old man.

With a movement of his fingers, he took the magic pen into his palm, looked at it, and smelled it again.

Sure enough, it's the taste of Daoist brother. I didn't expect that there will be unexpected gains during this trip. He smiled and put the magic pen in his arms.

Afterwards, he stood up and muttered: Then there is that little Taoist priest named Li Chu who said that he is...extremely handsome? I want to see... how handsome he is.

Just as he was about to activate his spiritual consciousness and sweep across the entire Xuling County, he suddenly discovered that a little Taoist priest was walking towards the intersection visible to the naked eye.

He was wearing a plain blue Taoist robe, his expression was indifferent, and his appearance... was extremely handsome.

This word is too apt.

It's the kind... When you see this person and think about this adjective, you immediately know that there will be no second person, and it must be him... that is appropriate.

Taoist Sang looked at Li Chu with serious eyes.

Li Chu and Chen Huaji walked side by side, and when he saw this black-faced Taoist priest, he quickly noticed something was wrong.

Pupils shrink.

because……

The two of them...

Hit the shirt.