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"Brother, don't say that. You still have to have dreams. Maybe one day they will come true." I encouraged.

"Don't dare to think, don't dare to think."

Lao Tie waved his hand quickly.

"We're lucky enough to be able to get into the town before it closes. Many people fell on the road, and they don't know what a hero will look like until they die."

"I was lucky enough to be woken up by your kick. Brother Li, why don't you know anything? I thought my place was remote enough."

"I"

Before I could think of any good reason, Lao Tie suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen through me: "Looking at your clothes, you are new to the soul world, right?"

Soul world?

Could it be another place of souls?

"You still noticed it." I nodded.

"Then you must be careful!" Lao Tie's expression suddenly became serious. After looking around nervously, he took off his tattered cloak and covered me with it.

"Don't let anyone else see it."

"What?" I was full of doubts.

"You don't know that prophecy." He lowered his voice mysteriously, "Legend has it that the great swordsman guarding the Queling Pond prophesied before his death that the sword god this time would be an unknown novice."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" I raised my eyebrows, "But I don't know swordsmanship at all, so I can't do it."

"It doesn't necessarily mean it's you. Anyway, you'd better be careful. If other swordsmen find out that you're new here, they might get rid of you in advance."

"They have been preparing for hundreds of years just for this day, and they don't care about morality."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

"Drink, drink, people like us will have no regrets if we can have a long experience. Don't dream and don't cause trouble."

Lao Tie picked up the wine bowl.

"Brother is right."

I nodded and put on his tattered cloak to make myself less distinctive.

"When will the Heroes start?"

"It seems like there are still two hours left."

"How about we go out for a walk? It's a rare visit. Just like what you said, brother, you always have to see more."

"Right."

Lao Tie paid the bill painfully with a bunch of copper coins, then took out an old wine bag, poured the remaining wine into it, and packed it away.

Even though this is the smallest tavern in town, he is still one of the shabbier ones among these people.

There are people who are even worse off than him, who can't even drink this kind of wine.

Squatting on the wall like a beggar, begging others to take pity on him.

People here have little sympathy, and all they get is disgust and a blank stare.

Lao Tie and I were walking on the street.

It was quite lively with people coming and going.

After putting on his tattered cloak, no one noticed me anymore.

"Brother Li, have you seen it? Think of the Hero Building, where only famous swordsmen can afford to live." Lao Tie pointed at the three-story building with his calloused hands, with envy on his face. expression.

"Go over and have a look."

We walked through the crowd and arrived outside the Heroes Building.

There were many people dressed in rags around here, looking eagerly at the door, looking envious and jealous.

Although the people inside were not all dressed in gorgeous clothes, their appearance and high-spirited appearance were far beyond what the people outside could compare with.

"Anyone drinking inside must be a swordsman at the very least."

"What a sword idiot? I heard there are several swordsmen."

"Look! Isn't that the Sword Master? He's so majestic! I wish I could enter the Hero Building too."

"Hey, don't think about it. With my qualifications, it would take a lot to become an ordinary swordsman."

"I wonder if anyone would be willing to accept me as an apprentice."

"You are a crooked melon and a cracked jujube, but you are not blind."

The crowd sighed and ridiculed each other, and the expressions of envy on their faces became even stronger.

Lao Tie also looked ashamed of himself. The more he looked inside, the more disappointed he became, but he couldn't bear to leave.

"Go away! Stay out of the way!"

Suddenly, a steady and powerful voice came from behind the crowd.

These people were all startled and turned their heads to look back.

He was a tall swordsman in unusual clothes and a bamboo hat, holding a long sword wrapped in white cloth.

Although the true appearance of the sword body cannot be seen, the gems inlaid on the hilt indicate that this person is of extraordinary rank.

The crowd immediately dispersed and respectfully made way for them.

The swordsman in the bamboo hat held his head high and walked proudly through the crowd.

Hanging on his waist is a wooden plaque with a bang tassel hanging on it, with the word "Hao" carved on it.

"Swordsman!"

Someone recognized his rank, rushed out of the crowd, and knelt in front of him with a thud.

He lowered his head and held up several broken gems in his hands.

"I beg the swordsman to accept me as his disciple!"

"I beg the swordsman to accept me as his disciple!"

"Get away!"

But the swordsman in the hat didn't even look at him, kicked him away, and quickly walked into the Hero Building.

The broken gems were scattered on the ground, and the crowd's eyes were shining, and they swarmed up like vicious dogs, and picked up the broken gems with a roar.

"Don't take my gems!"

"Don't grab it."

The man cried out in a hurry, but it was useless. He was squeezed here and there by the crowd, and even half of the broken gems could not be found.

"Oh, how pitiful."

Lao Tie shook his head. He was one of the few people who didn't go up to grab it.

"In this world, only swordsmen can be respected. Our fate is like a piece of grass. If you have enough gems to become an apprentice, and you are chosen by a swordsman to become an apprentice, you can rise to the top."

"But most of them can only be disliked like him."

I wondered: "A swordsman only cares about money when recruiting disciples? Shouldn't he look at swordsmanship qualifications?"

"How many people have qualifications and talents? Out of ten thousand people, you may not be able to pick out two or three. Most of them are mediocre ordinary people like us. If you want to become a swordsman, you can only wear a sword. Work hard.”

"One is the material of the sword, and the other is the precious stone."

"The better the materials, the more and more advanced the gems, the more powerful the sword will be."

I immediately understood that this is the same as krypton gold equipment in games.

"After becoming a swordsman, you can accept apprentices. The condition for accepting apprentices is gems. The more apprentices and the more gems, the higher the level of the swordsman, and the conditions for accepting apprentices are getting higher and higher."

Lao Tie sighed.

"Those who cannot earn gems may never have hope and can only work as hard labor."

"I was lucky enough to find a blacksmith who was willing to teach me. Blacksmiths are already at the level closest to apprentices. Otherwise, there would be no difference between me and them."

"But it's difficult to save enough gems to become a disciple."

I looked at the Hero Building.

The swordsman in the building is well-dressed and well-fed.

Jing Chai, a poor man wearing a sarong outside the building.

"Isn't it true that the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer? Don't you think it's unfair?"

"fair?"

Lao Tie was stunned for a moment.

"No one seems to have ever thought that there is no absolute fairness."

"At least in this world, the rules are clear and everyone knows what direction to work towards."

Lao Tie and I crowded in the crowd and talked quietly.

Wrapped in a tattered cloak, I am obviously no different from these poor people.

But I suddenly felt that there seemed to be eyes faintly looking towards me in the Hero Building.

I looked over pretending to be casual.

What he saw was a pair of extremely old eyes.