The left-handed magic knife Qiu Daoyu is a natural swordsman.

It is rumored that he was rich when he was young, but he was coveted by thieves from the Yangtze River and looted overnight. His parents died tragically, and only he escaped.

Later, relatives of the tribe bullied him at a young age, took his property, and swept him out.

Qiu Daoyu, who was only fifteen years old at the time, had never practiced martial arts. In order to survive, he picked up the first knife in his life.

Then it went out of control.

His sword skills were completely self-taught. Starting from the sword technique of fighting on the street, he learned skills and then kicked the club for martial arts, thus laying the foundation of his martial arts.

Later, he broke into the world and discussed swords with righteous disciples, and compared swords with demons and demons. He was both righteous and evil, and had a very serious killing nature. He rarely left a living person with a grudge with him.

Therefore, he also suffered a lot of pursuits, but he escaped all of them. Later, he even accepted the sword technique of a hundred schools of thought, created his own left-hand sword path, and opened the sky gate.

Also, because this person did not distinguish between enemies and us after he took out the sword, he would all die, and he called him a magic sword.

But later, the news disappeared and it was said that the master of righteousness took action and sealed the magic sword so that it would not cause trouble for the world.

As for the truth, it has long been buried in many rumors in the world.

Information about Qiu Daoyu flashed through Jiang Ping's mind.

In the living room with slightly dim light.

He sat opposite Lao Qiu, and the two of them were drinking tea silently, and neither of them spoke first.

Jiang Ping looked at Lao Qiu who was old and felt a little moved.

A magic sword that once made a famous man was actually no different from an ordinary widowed old man after falling out, and even worse.

Because he had too many constraints, he imprisoned him in this small world.

But if this is not the case, how could he hold this magic knife into his own hands?

Jiang Ping knew that he should not look at the inconspicuous old man in front of him.

In a few years, Qiu Daoyu will meet a noble man in life who will help him cure his old illnesses and soar into the sky from now on.

When Jiang Ping crossed over, he was already a great master of martial arts. He passed by a magic sword and surrendered to everyone.

And that noble man was once a diner in Jiangping.

At that time, Qiu Daoyu had not yet broken through to the Grand Master and stood behind the nobleman. He seemed to be just a servant, but his reputation had spread rapidly again.

Although this kind of drama that falls into the bottom and reappears again after falling into the bottom, it will never be outdated. It is the most enjoyable and talked about.

Jiang Ping is mixed in the world, so he naturally hears something.

After knowing that Ye Yulou issued a hunting order to him, Jiang Ping felt insecure and didn't know when they might come to him.

So this time I came here just to copy and find a bodyguard for myself.

Since Qiye has temporarily broken up with him and is not good at fighting, then find someone who can fight.

In the world, legends rise one after another, and legends rise at all times.

What Jiang Ping had to do was to pull him at the bottom of the valley and gain a precious favor.

Of course, this premise is that you cannot encounter ungrateful wolves.

Daoyu has been an honest man who has been tested by time, and he is close to him, so it is absolutely right to look for him.

Besides, he was also surprised. The son of the Demon Sword beside him was information he didn't know before.

Not knowing his identity, Qiu Ba, who was standing beside him, scratched his head. Seeing that both of them were not talking, he said anxiously:

"Why are you just drinking tea and not talking? Lao Qiu, the young master came to you specifically, why are you like a piece of wood?"

Then he said politely to Jiang Ping:

"Young Master, do you want to find Lao Qiu to do your job? I can pat my chest to ensure that his skills are excellent throughout Shuoyang City. If you ask him to do it, you will definitely choose the right person."

Jiang Ping smiled, ignored Qiu Ba, and said to Lao Qiu:

"It's worth seeing the senior today, and I dare not ask for too much."

After saying that, he left nine silver leaves on the table and then left with a very cool posture.

Qiu Ba felt that he had met a fool.

After so much effort, I came to find his father, and then I said something when I met, and I paid so much money. Why aren't I a fool?

After Jiang Ping left, he rushed to the table like a vicious dog snatching food, and placed the silver leaves on the table one by one, confirming that they were all real silver.

He immediately smiled with satisfaction.

Even if you go to the most expensive Tianxian Pavilion in the city with so much money, it will be a breeze for two times.

Hehe, slap...

Qiu Ba didn't know what was beautiful, so he quickly wiped his saliva.

Lao Qiu, who was standing beside him, asked angrily:

"who is he?"

Qiu Ba held the silver in his arms and said without looking back: "I don't know."

"If you don't know, you dare to bring it home. What if you come to seek revenge?"

Lao Qiu stood up and knocked Qiu Ba on the back of the head.

Qiu Ba suddenly felt aggrieved: "But they gave me money. If I don't make so much money, I will make money.

You don't know that he was looking for a carpenter, who was a lame man and a left-handed man. I thought for a long time that the carpenter in the south of the city was the only one, Dad, you are the only one who looked like this.

If I don't agree to him, he can find home if he changes his body.

You are my real father, I can’t let others take advantage of it.”

Lao Qiu sighed: "Why did I raise you, a little bastard who is neither conscience nor brainless, even I sell it for money!"

Qiu Ba suddenly felt that the silver leaves in his arms became a little hot:

"Laoqiu, don't scare me. Is it really the enemy you provoked when you were young that came to us? Otherwise, let's run away?

You wait, I will find someone to sell the house immediately. Even if you treat me badly, it will be my real father. I will not leave you alone."

"Stop running!"

Lao Qiu cursed fiercely.

"They are all coming to the door, where can we escape?

But judging from his appearance, he probably wasn't my enemy back then, but don't go out these days and stay at home with me.

He will come to the door."

Qiu Ba panicked: "Old Qiu, if you say no, it's not. What if it's really your enemy? I knew you were not simple before. Don't think I didn't know that you locked a black broken knife in the room.

The knife is not simple at first glance, and every time I get close, I feel chill.

Oh my, no, Lao Qiu, we don’t want the house anymore. I have no mother and no father anymore.

We left overnight, it’s all my fault for being obsessed with money, otherwise we would have more time.”

Lao Qiu finally felt that he had not raised this son in vain. Although he was a little stupid, he was his biological child, but he didn't know whose IQ was inherited from.

Well, it must be fucking.

Otherwise, why would a young girl be fascinated by the eyes and marry a useless man like him, and she was exhausted for him and left at a young age.

"Okay, okay, what should come will come, and no one can hide from it."

Lao Qiu looked at Qiu Ba with a helpless look:

"You have been suffering over the years. If you want to take care of such a bad old man as me, you have no good business. You can only go around with those little hooligans, delaying you for a year.

I know you have always wanted to marry Xiaojuan from the next door, but you have never collected enough gifts.

If we both are lucky enough to die this time, I will take on some carpenter work and will not be picky. If you have enough money, you will go and propose marriage to you."

Qiu Ba was immediately distracted, looking embarrassed:

"Lao Qiu, why did you say this? I didn't urge you to marry me."

"Don't you?"

"Willing is willing, that is..."

"What is it?"

"It's Xiaojuan from the next door who got married in the past six months. What I like now is Xiaoqian from the next door who is next door. Well, Xiaohong from the opposite door. If not, A Qing from the opposite door can do it, and... "

"Lao Qiu, why are you so angry? You're sick again, right?"

"...get out! Get out of here!"
Chapter completed!