Meng Jin passed through several streets and came to the west of the city.
Then she went into an alley again. After asking a few people, she turned around and entered an alleyway from the depths of the alley.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed, the clean and bright streets disappeared, the unique courtyards and lively shops disappeared.
What appeared in front of her were rows of densely packed shanties, intertwined together.
A putrid musty smell came from the pavement. Meng Jin looked up and saw moldy food everywhere, garbage piled up on the ground, as well as rats and maggots walking through the garbage.
It seems like there are two different worlds here and the glorious Tianxuan City outside.
Meng Jin frowned. It took her a while to summon up the courage to take a step forward and walk into the shanty town.
The shacks come in different sizes and have different furnishings inside.
Some of them even made fences out of wood, while others just covered them with cloth. Some even just left the door wide open, used a few wooden sticks to make stakes, and then pulled an oilcloth from somewhere and covered it. , and then spread some straw on the ground to become a residence.
Although most of the residents here are dressed in rags and of different ages, almost everyone has a long sword at hand.
Meng Jin even saw a group of middle-aged couples over forty sitting together under a shack, discussing swordsmanship and experience in how to pass the inner sect selection in a serious manner, completely ignoring their ragged clothes. , completely ignoring the child next to him who looked to be only three or four years old, sitting in the mud howling and crying.
Meng Jin couldn't judge whether it was good or bad for these people to live like this. He just felt that the fanaticism and persistence in their brows were a little sick.
In this shantytown, there are obviously very few visitors like Meng Jin.
Here, there are characteristics that are easily distinguishable between outsiders and locals - such as neat and complete clothes, and clean and fair cheeks.
Obviously, Meng Jin has both.
Therefore, when she was walking among them, there were many people who looked at her.
Either curious or playful.
But most of them are somewhat hostile.
Although they didn't know exactly why Meng Jin came, they could feel that the woman in front of them was not from the same world as them at all, and this alone was enough to make them hostile to her.
Meng Jin felt a little discouraged.
But thinking of the two hundred iron jade promised in the letter, and thinking of his brother's obsession, he gritted his teeth and walked forward according to the address on the letter.
From the moment she got this task, Meng Jin felt a little strange in her heart.
It's not the task itself, but the address marked above - the third alley entrance from south to north of Dew Lane in the west of the city. Enter and walk straight for two hundred steps.
You must know that every courtyard in Tianxuan City has a house number as a sign. This kind of house number does not have a house number, but is an address measured by a few original steps. Meng Jin was confused for a while, but when he arrived here Only after leaving the shantytown did she understand why.
She faced those strange eyes and counted the steps silently in her mind. Finally, when she reached two hundred steps, she looked up and saw rows of shantytowns in front of her, unable to distinguish which one was the one she mentioned on the letter. the address of.
"Excuse me, which one is Uncle Zhu's residence? I'm from Qinghuan Mansion."
With no other choice, Meng Jin had no choice but to ask the residents in the shantytown in front of her.
The people in the shanty turned their heads to look at her with alert eyes, but no one responded.
At this moment, a quarrel suddenly came from a shack ahead that connected two shacks with a fence.
"Little bastard, if you dare to run out and fool around again today, see if I can break your legs!"
Accompanied by a man's angry scolding, in a property not far from Mengjin that connected two shanties and was surrounded by a fence, a young man in a green shirt angrily pushed away the fence.
The courtyard gate was built and he walked out quickly.
The young man's appearance seemed a bit incompatible with this shanty town.
His clothes were clean and tidy, there was no dust on his face, and even his hair was neatly combed.
He was obviously angry. He walked quickly and did not notice Meng Jin standing in the street. When he passed by, he accidentally bumped into Meng Jin's shoulder. However, he did not apologize and just said with a smile.
He quickly left this place filled with anger.
In the shack behind him, a man with a slightly thin build, wearing patched clothes, and half-white hair also walked out of the shack at this time, and shouted at the leaving young man: "You
Let’s go! If you leave, don’t come back again!”
"I will treat you as my son!"
After saying this, the man seemed to be out of breath. He put his hands on the fence wall and breathed heavily.
Meng Jin also came back to her senses at this time. She thought about what was said in the commission and the situation just now, so she quickly walked forward, looked at the slightly old man and asked
: "Is this Zhu Renzhao, Uncle Zhu?"
Hearing this, the man recovered from his anger just now. He raised his head and looked at Meng Jin. It was probably rare to see such a beautiful girl like Meng Jin in this dirty shantytown. He was stunned at first, and then
He asked doubtfully: "I am, girl, are you?"
Seeing that she finally found the right door, Meng Jin smiled and said: "Hello, uncle, my name is Meng Jin, and I'm from Qinghuan Mansion."
Zhu Renzhao was stunned when he heard this, and then came to his senses the next moment. He quickly turned sideways and made way for Meng Jin: "Young lady, you are here, come on, please come inside!"
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In the future, Dayu and Northern Wei will be the two most powerful swordsmen in the world.
Meng Ziliang felt that it was a huge loss for him to personally teach an outsider how to practice swordsmanship but only charge one hundred and fifty spiritual iron jade.
After all, judging from his future achievements, let alone a mere hundred pieces of spiritual iron jade, even if others exchanged them for gold and silver, they might not be able to get a word of advice from him.
However, a man can bend and stretch, and this is an extraordinary period. If you occasionally make exceptions and give some favors to others, it is considered as a blessing to those who are destined.
With this thought in mind, Meng Ziliang came to the address mentioned on the envelope.
It is a villa located on a main street in the east of the city. The decoration of the courtyard gate, although it is not the kind of majestic gate unique to wealthy courtyards, is more unique and exquisite. In addition, the location is prosperous. Come to think of it.
If you are not a wealthy family, you will never be able to own such a yard.
Meng Ziliang, who was standing in front of the courtyard door, took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and then stretched out his hand to knock on the door.
Within a moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door of the mansion. The door of the mansion was opened wide, and a girl dressed as a maid with a pair of braids stuck her head out. She blinked, looked at Meng Ziliang and asked
: "Who are you looking for?"
"Sijun." Meng Ziliang thought about the signature on the envelope and responded truthfully. Finally, he was afraid that the other party would not know the purpose of his visit, so he added: "I was entrusted by Qinghuan Mansion."
When the maid heard this, her eyes lit up and she looked up and down at Meng Ziliang.
But it's not an inspection, but more like curiosity.
"Please come inside, my master has been waiting for you for a long time." After saying this, the maid hurriedly opened the door of the house and invited Meng Ziliang into the courtyard enthusiastically.
This kind of reaction makes Meng Ziliang a little strange. After all, he also accepted the commission to teach people how to practice swordsmanship a few days ago, but the other party didn't seem to be satisfied with Meng Ziliang, who looked young and had no cultivation at all.
After some humiliation, he drove Meng Ziliang out.
For this reason, Meng Ziliang had made a lot of preparations before coming here, thinking about how to recommend him, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't seem to doubt his ability at all.
Thinking of this, he followed the maid, looked at the unique courtyard, and sighed: "As expected of a wealthy family, they know the goods."
The maid in front did not hear Meng Ziliang's murmur clearly, and looked back at Meng Ziliang strangely and asked: "What did Mr. Meng just say?"
"It's nothing." Meng Ziliang smiled coquettishly, and was about to clear up the matter, but just as he spoke, he suddenly looked strange and looked at the maid and asked: "How does the girl know that my surname is Meng?"
From meeting to entering this courtyard, throughout the whole process, Meng Ziliang only exchanged two or three sentences with this maid, and did not mention any surnames.
The maid's face changed, and she stood there hesitating and wanted to explain, but she couldn't seem to find an excuse, so she didn't say anything for a long time.
Although Meng Ziliang was a little slow, the look of suspicion on his face became more intense when he saw the maid's appearance.
And just when he was about to ask again, a voice suddenly came from the main room in front of him.
"Master Meng, please don't embarrass Xiaocui. Before the master came, the senior brother had already informed him of his name, so we also know some of his identities."
The voice was soft and soft, like a silver bell or a spring oriole, and it was really pleasant to hear.
After hearing this, Meng Ziliang immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a girl in a blue dress slowly walking out of the main room.
Her appearance is pretty, with a bit of a bookish air, like the first lotus blooming among the green lotus leaves on the bank of the weeping willow river on a hot summer day.
Bright but not eye-catching.
Beautiful but not coquettish.
It was an almost ultimate softness.
It is both pleasing to the eye and unforgettable.
But Meng Ziliang was just stunned for a while and quickly recovered.
He thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed a matter of luck to get this commission. At that time, he was in Qinghuan Mansion, looking for a suitable task until his eyes hurt.
But at this moment, a middle-aged man came up to him and winked at him.
Just when Meng Ziliang secretly suspected that this wretched middle-aged man had ulterior motives for him, the middle-aged man pointed at a certain commission on the observation pillar and asked if he was willing to accept that commission.
Meng Ziliang took a look and suddenly felt that this commission to teach people to practice swordsmanship was tailor-made for him.
But he also wondered why this strange man would take the initiative to help him, but the man just said: "I am the issuer of this commission, helping the master of the family to do things. This commission has been placed on the viewing pillar for some time, and there has never been a suitable one."
I am a candidate for the job, but I saw that the young master has extraordinary abilities and is a master of swordsmanship, so I asked him."
Meng Ziliang was naturally very impressed by the praise, so he accepted the task and came here without thinking too much.
At that time, he did share some information about himself with the man who claimed to be his servant, so the explanation of the girl in front of him did make sense.
But Meng Ziliang still had a keen eye. He looked the girl up and down: "Are you Miss Sijun?"
The girl bowed slightly as a salute and said softly: "Exactly."
Hearing this, Meng Ziliang glanced at the girl, and then looked at the man and woman standing next to her. They were both in their early thirties, and their facial features were somewhat similar. Although they were both wearing ordinary servant clothes, Meng Ziliang
Liang could faintly smell something different on them.
"With a status like a girl, even if she only has a second-level cultivation, it doesn't seem difficult to deal with a third-level warrior, right?" Meng Ziliang asked suspiciously.
The girl glanced at the two people behind her, and she obviously understood what Meng Zi's good words were referring to, but she was not panicked, but continued softly: "Once the gap between me and that enemy is resolved by family background, some
If it’s not done properly, it will involve a lot of trouble, so it’s best to do it yourself.”
"Secondly, this commission is actually a bit biased. My cultivation level is true in the second realm, but the other party is far more than the third realm. I wrote three realms because I was afraid that the person who could take on this task would retreat in the face of difficulties and I would not be able to find him.
People grant sword skills."
The girl spoke very frankly. Even if she knew that she was hiding something, it would be difficult to get angry when facing such a woman.
Meng Ziliang was also stunned when he heard this. He asked curiously: "What kind of cultivation level does that girl's opponent have?"
The girl frowned slightly and said: "It should probably be in the fifth realm, but if the guarantee is not complete, it may be in the sixth realm. The most troublesome thing is that she needs to have a Tiangang-level divine sword in her hand."
Even Meng Ziliang, who had always had a high self-esteem, couldn't help but take a breath when he heard these words.
Two realms versus five realms?
Does the opponent also have the Tiangang Divine Sword to protect his body?
He suddenly showed a wry smile: "Miss Sijun, I think I'll take it seriously."
But the girl didn't seem to hear the distress in Meng Ziliang's tone. She just looked at Meng Ziliang and asked, "Can the young master teach me?"
Meng Ziliang thought carefully, then raised his head to look at the girl.
"This young master will be the leader of the swordsmanship in the two worlds of Dayu and Northern Wei in the future."
"There's nothing that can't be taught, it's just..."
"Just what?" The maid next to the girl asked quickly with a frown.
Meng Ziliang smiled at that time and then spoke seriously.