Chapter 545: Peerless Genius

Next to a trail in a dense forest, in a tea shop, two people who had only met each other met so casually. They looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

Wang Jue sat down directly and placed three copper plates on the wooden table that had not been put away. He considered it as payment. However, the copper plates were square and black, with tiger, dragon and leopard prints printed on them. This is no ordinary copper plate.

There is an unwritten rule in the world of Fuyao. The south is round and the north is round. Copper plates circulate in the south. Whether they are common people or mountains, they are all round. On the contrary, the north is square. This rule has been passed down to this day. In the four regions of the south and the four regions of the north, At the junction of domains, it is common for the two types of copper plates to coexist.

Li Chang smiled and twisted the copper plate, looked up at the sky along the copper hole in the center, and made a clicking sound in his mouth. He felt very satisfied, so he also collected the other two copper plates and put them into his pocket.

Smiling and joking with the proud man of the day, these three copper plates corresponded to the dragon, tiger, and leopard respectively. They were the best rewards of a grand event in the long-standing history of the world, and represented honor and the past. Don't look at a small copper coin, which can be held in your hand by twisting two fingers. In the glorious past, hundreds of mountains were not as heavy as these three coins. The dragon...the best among his peers, the tiger, the peer. He is brave, he is a leopard, he is ruthless among his peers. Those who hold three coins can visit famous teachers and learn all the true teachings. You can even buy a hundred magic techniques. How important is that? Even now, Li Changxiao, who knows the meaning of these three coins, twists them in his hands and puts them in his pocket, but still feels heavy.

As a holder of three coins, Wang Jue is naturally even more extraordinary. The marrow of the six gods transforms into a god. If the spiritual energy is not exhausted, his achievements in this life are inestimable. If the preservation is not complete, it will be a combination. However, it is so heavy and all belongs to the past. It can be recalled, but it cannot be dwelled on. , let alone fall into the trap.

The proud man who was once radiant on the first face, whose body was like an oven, who was not afraid of the cold snow, and who refused to obey the world, now smiled bitterly and said, "I only have these three copper coins."

He put the luggage on his back on the ground, bent down, and tied up his loose legs, looking like he was going on a long journey. After doing this, he asked Li Changxiao for a cup of tea. He, Wang Jue, had always been domineering and unruly, but he took the initiative to say that he owed the copper coins for the cup of tea first and would pay it back later.

Li Changxiao poured the tea and didn't care about the calculation of two pennies. He only told the genius who was very different from the previous one that he had paid for this cup of tea and it didn't count.

After Wang Jue heard this, he laughed loudly and said this is what he was waiting for. He picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. He wiped the tea stains from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. Then he pointed to Li Changxiao's pocket and said, "For those three dragons, Tiger and leopard copper coins, he killed countless geniuses and fell into traps countless times.

When three copper plates were bestowed upon him, he, Wang Jue, stood on the top of a very high place, and all the immortal sects with that name cast their gazes. His peers, who were considered geniuses, were all extremely envious. At that time, he only felt that if he raised his head, he could catch the bright moon, and if he lowered his head, he could see all living beings.

Money can hardly be exchanged for scraps.

But now, these three copper coins... seem to be the only way to buy a big, sweet melon from the tea shop on the roadside. Wang is by no means lonely or sad, just ordinary and factual.

Li Changxiao sneered and said, half jokingly, half jokingly: "Then don't even look at who planted the melons."

Hearing this, Wang Jue was stunned for a moment, then slapped the table and laughed. Li Changxiao took a kitchen knife and cut the melon in the middle, revealing the red flesh, with flowing juice and an alluring fragrance. I'm afraid all the thirsty people in the world wish to take a bite of this melon. Even Wang Jue was not surprised.

He picked up the melon, buried his head in the rind, and ate with all his heart, without caring about the image. Halfway through the meal, the hunger and thirst disappeared, and nearly half of the sweet flesh remained.

In Wang Jue's trance, he actually felt that the owner of the small shop sold the melon to him for only three cents. He actually made a profit and the owner of the small shop suffered a loss.

After eating the melon, Wang Jue slapped the wooden table and shouted the word "good". He regained some of his pride and said to himself, "I'm happy to say that a thousand dollars can't buy it. I'm so happy. No matter how expensive or priceless the three cents are, it's still worth it if you use it. It's not a loss, it's not a loss." .

At this time, the moon was full, and the moonlight shone on his face. Li Changxiao sat lazily, holding his chin, drinking a small drink, and quietly watching the man eating melon. He thought it was a pity. He had just figured out a new way to eat it, and then The melon is roasted in the fire, sprinkled with some spices, and then eaten with the skin and meat.

It's a pity it was bought.

When asked about his purpose, Wang Jue looked south. Like many monks, he did not want to be a disciple on the sickbed.

He told Li Changxiao that as far as he knew, at the southernmost point, the Zhenhai Tower collapsed, and the water could no longer be contained, and it gradually became raging. The flood was raging, and countless monks gathered to draw formations with their own spiritual energy to resist the flood. spread.

He Wang Jue wanted to see it, wanted to take a look. Just saying this, he couldn't help but feel lonely. There was no trace of spiritual energy left in his body. Not to mention his appearance, he was still young. In fact, he still had a long life left. However, in the past three or two years, with his current pace, if he died in the middle, then But I won’t die in peace.

If not, he might not have handed over the three copper coins so hastily. Even a former genius would one day face an embarrassing situation.

Li Changxiao remained silent, listening to Wang Jue's story about the past. He was always the most suitable listener. Although he occasionally became a character in the story, he was more willing to listen to other people's stories.

Wang Jue didn't always talk. He would occasionally ask Li Changxiao questions, such as what was Li Changxiao's pseudonym? What's the name? Why haven't I heard of it before? Based on the analysis of Li Changxiao's appearance, he can still maintain his appearance and his lifespan is quite sufficient. At least he is in the powerful state of transformation.

I should be able to call out his name, but I don't know where Li Changxiao came from.

Li Changxiao perfunctorily passed it over, and Wang Jue didn't ask any more questions. Wang Jue sat there until late at night. The sound of cicadas and snakes rustling was heard. Wang Jue's life span was not much. Although this place was in the southern four regions, it was still very far away from the shore of the South China Sea for ordinary people. Wang Jue hurried on his way, got up and said goodbye, and continued on his way.

After walking more than ten steps.

Li Changxiao suddenly called him.

He looked back and saw that the person who had been listening all the time showed a little emotional fluctuation.

Amid the noisy cicadas.

He spoke, only four words: "How is the governor?"

Wang Jue smiled leisurely, put down the bag on his back, unbuttoned his coarse cloth shirt, and his old face showed the former majesty again.

With a domineering look in his eyes, he took off his shirt, revealing the hideous scars on his chest. They were gunshot wounds, four in total, and the most dangerous one was only half an inch away from the heart.

Wang Jue laughed and said, "A peerless genius!"

Li Changxiao smiled knowingly, a peerless genius... Yes, how could he not be a genius.

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