Borrow a sword

Chapter 1 Rainy Night, Knife, Umbrella [New book please vote]

Chu Huaixu put on the [Game Helmet] and opened his eyes.

The environment in front of him changed instantly, and he only felt that the scene in front of him was slightly dark.

It was a night of heavy rain.

At this moment, he was wearing a short knife on his waist and holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing on a forest path.

The smell of rain mixed with earth poured into his nose, making him feel more awake.

The night sky was covered with dark clouds, and not even a hint of moonlight could be seen.

Chu Huaixu frowned, raised his right hand that was not holding an umbrella, put his index and middle fingers together, and then made an upward stroke in the air.

The next moment, the whole world turned out to be a little brighter!

He could suddenly see everything in front of him more clearly.

Just when Chu Huaixu was about to look around, a figure emerged from the dense forest ahead.

The other party was also holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a black outfit. The only difference was that he was wearing a long knife on his waist.

Oh, by the way, he also held his umbrella very low, so that when Chu Huaixu looked at it from this angle, he could only see most of his face, which looked like a close-up in a movie.

Therefore, Chu Huaixu also silently lowered the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The man who sprang out from the dense forest had his right hand on the handle of the long knife.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat:

"I advise you not to do anything. Now come back with me and go to the sky prison."

This After the man with stubble finished speaking, he added:
"Of course, you also have a second choice."

"Give me fifty taels of silver."

After saying that, he turned sideways to show his approval.

Hearing this, Chu Huaixu raised the oil-paper umbrella lower.

The night rain was pouring down, slapping the surface of the oil-paper umbrella. In the darkness, his expression could not be seen clearly.

‘Fifty taels, the purchasing power is almost equal to more than 50,000 yuan on earth. ’ Chu Huaixu secretly changed his mind.

More than 50,000 yuan to buy one without going to jail, or even buy a life, seems not expensive.

But he is not sure whether "he" can afford such a fortune now.

As a result, he began to look for money everywhere on his body.

To his surprise, he actually found a one hundred tael silver note from his arms.

‘Huh? It seems that this [start] is not easy. ’ he thought to himself.

I saw Chu Huaixu raising his oil-paper umbrella, looking at the other person with raised eyebrows, picking up a hundred taels of silver notes, and asking seriously:
"No, you can find money, right?"

The stubbled man opposite also raised the umbrella, his eyes suddenly became sharper.

According to his original idea, he wanted to see the family background of the kid in front of him.

For many people, they will not take their entire family fortune with them.

Isn’t that great if you just take away the money from him?
Basically, it can be understood that he not only wants to steal the wallet, he also wants the balance in the bank card.

But who would have thought that the boy in front of him would actually carry such a large denomination of banknotes with him!
The stubble-bearded man licked his dry lips, and said in a voice as bad as phlegm: "I was doubtful about your identity before, but now."

"Ugh——!" The stubble-bearded man directly pulled out the long knife from his waist!

He looked at Chu Huaixu with a ferocious smile, holding an umbrella in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and took two steps forward.

"It's just that I'm a little confused. What's the point of sending a [pseudo-spiritual fetus] mortal like you here?"

The current situation is special, a catastrophe is approaching, and we have already entered the era of national practice.

As long as you have some spiritual qualifications, you can step into the door of practice and become a monk.

This person seems to be quite old, but he has not yet entered the door of spiritual practice. There is no doubt that he is a false spiritual fetus.

Chu Huaixu listened to the stubble man's words, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him sideways:

"Brother, aren't you the same?"

Laughing to death, aren't you also a fake spiritual fetus, and you still despise it?
Hearing this, the stubble-bearded man's eyes became even more sinister, and his face became sulky.

In the early years, the right to practice was controlled by sects, dynasties, aristocratic families and other forces to ensure that classes always existed.

If civilians weren’t really talented, they wouldn’t even have the chance to practice.

Now, because of the approaching catastrophe, the era of national practice has begun.

In this environment, for a pseudo-spiritual person like him, it would actually be very cruel.

There is no other choice but to train.

However, if you want to break through the first level of spiritual practice through physical training, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

The effort required here is a hundred times, or even a thousand times, that of a person with a spiritual fetus!
Therefore, for a bearded man, a spiritual fetus is the most enviable thing.

He dreams of becoming a monk. His anger surged at this moment, and his right hand holding the knife became a little harder.

But before he chopped him down, the bearded man wanted to continue taunting him back.

After all, cutting people is cutting people, talking is talking.

"Yes, I am also a pseudo-spiritual fetus."

"But I have never thought about sneaking into the [Tao Sect] with a mere pseudo-spiritual fetus."

"You trash thing really doesn't know how much you weigh! Are you trying to use your thin skin and tender flesh to find a back door?" He licked his upper lip.

Chu Huaixu listened to his words and digested the information inside.

"Sneaking into [Tao Sect]?" He captured this keyword.

Strictly speaking, it is indeed impossible for a pseudo-spiritual fetus to be admitted by [Tao Sect].

However, a smile appeared on Chu Huaixu's face, and he said words that the bearded man could not understand at all:

"Don't ask."

"I'm a sports student."

The rain kept falling.

The stubble-bearded man wondered if his brain was flooded with water, or if the other person’s brain was flooded with water.

He was confused.

However, the other party moved!
I saw Chu Huaixu also taking off the short knife from his waist.

"A knife or an umbrella on a rainy night?" He murmured to himself.

Then he threw the umbrella away.

The dagger is unsheathed!

Heavy rain slapped his body. Chu Huaixu drew his knife forward and stepped into a puddle with his first step, causing splashes of water mixed with soil.

"How brave!" The bearded man shouted angrily and also threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The long sword slashed forward with a fierce force, and it followed a wide path.

When the two swords connected, Chu Huaixu felt a shock.

Obviously, the opponent is much stronger than him!
As expected, this bearded man is someone who has practiced physical training.

It’s just that he didn’t break through the first level of practice.

"An interesting start." Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

However, you are already this old and your mouth still smells bad. How can you get to this point in your physical training?
"That's it?"

The dagger suddenly lifted upward!
The bearded man was secretly shocked.

He couldn't figure out why the young man in front of him was not strong, fast, and physically weak, but why couldn't he cut him?

If it was just a narrow escape, then he would think that the other party was lucky.

But what if it is every time?

And the angle at which he draws the knife and his sense of proportion are terrifying.

His control over his body seems to have reached a very abnormal level!

"Why?" The bearded man was extremely puzzled.

A very bad premonition began to appear in his heart.

"I only need to be hit by him once, and it will definitely be a critical point, and I will definitely die!"

And it turns out that he was right.

As soon as this idea came up, the short knife drew a bloody line on his neck.

——You are right, are you happy?
After Chu Huaixu cut his throat with a knife, he kicked the stubbled man in the abdomen and kicked him far away, keeping a safe distance from him to prevent him from having any close accidents before he died completely.

I saw the other person lying on the ground, his body twitching, his hands tightly covering his neck, but the blood still flowed uncontrollably.

——The situation has been decided.

As the rain washed away his body, Chu Huaixu lowered his head slightly, sheathed his sword, and said calmly:

"Practice more."

Chu Huaixu took a few steps forward, picked up the oil-paper umbrella he had just thrown away, and then shook it to shake off the water on it.

He felt that he was very handsome just now.

But it didn’t take long before he began to fall into a state of confusion, followed by complex emotions such as annoyance, confusion, and surprise.

"No! Where the hell is my [Exit Game] button!"

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(End of this chapter)