With money, Xu Yin came to another city, changed his clothes and bought a sword.
The clothes are the ordinary scholar's robes, the turban is the most common square turban, and the climbing shoes under the feet are also replaced with a new pair.
And the sword on his waist, in order to fit his status, is also a cloud-patterned beast-swallowing decorative sword that weighs less than a kilogram.
This is the arty sword of the literati. It is made of thin steel. The blade cannot be sharpened. It is erratic in the hand. It is not as tough as a soft sword and not as strong as a hard sword. It is just an ornament used to decorate and press the corners of clothes.
But it is much stronger than the green bamboo. No matter how you put it, it is also iron.
Since it was made of iron and had the shape of a sword, in Xu Yin's hands, it was no different from a real sword.
In his previous life, Xu Yin studied Taoism intensively for ten years, and later became a political state. He also read many famous works of Confucianism. In this life, he was born in a scholarly family. Before his family was exterminated, he easily passed the exam and became a scholar. If he wanted to, he could get a Jinshi title.
Just taking it easy.
Therefore, wearing a set of Confucian attire and holding a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals or the Analects of Confucius in his hand, no one would be able to doubt his appearance or temperament.
So when he left the city, he paid five taels of silver to take a ride from the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, but Chang Mantian, the deputy chief escort officer, did not refuse.
Chang Mantian is over fifty years old, with countless scars and sword marks on his face and body, which have witnessed the ups and downs of his more than thirty years of wandering in the world.
This is also a master of swordsmanship, and it’s a heavy sword!
Xu Yin was riding on the back of a donkey, looking at the huge iron sword hanging on Chang Mantian's back, and made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth.
The escort next to him, whom others called Lao Zhao, was a veteran in the escort business. He had been in this business for more than 20 years, and he had quite a lot of skills.
But being able to survive until now and get into a pretty good position is mostly due to enough luck and the ability to observe and flatter more carefully.
He always thought that Xu Yin was just a rotten scholar who traveled all over the world, and he wanted to show him the skills of a hero in the world.
"Xiucai, do you know how heavy the sword on the back of our chief escort's head is?"
Xu Yin kept a respectful smile, "It must be much heavier than the sword on the student's waist."
The escorts and escorts beside him laughed loudly, and even Chang Mantian, who had a serious face, couldn't help but smile, adding some vitality to this tense escort journey.
Old Zhao patted Xu Yin's shoulder and suddenly pulled out the sword from Xu Yin's waist.
His rough, calloused hands held the scribe's sword for decoration, and with a slight shake, the sword began to tremble and sway.
Xu Yin smiled nonchalantly and said: "Master Zhao, please be careful. When the students bought this sword, the boss said that it is very sharp. Although it will not break hair, it can cut gold as well as iron. If you accidentally cut your hand,
That wouldn’t be beautiful.”
Everyone laughed louder. Old Zhao wiped the edge of the sword with his palm and showed Xu Yin the calluses on his palm.
"Xiucai, this sword can't even cut through old Zhao's calluses."
Xu Yin hit his head with the Analects of Confucius in his hand, "The students were deceived."
The waiter next to him laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and handed Xu Yin the iron sword that was actually used for killing people at his waist.
"Xiucai, this is the real sword!"
Xu Yin held it in his hand and said, "Oh, that's much heavier than the student's sword. How can you swing it to fight with it when it's so heavy?"
Old Zhao scolded the assassin, returned Xu Yin's scribe's sword into its sheath, took the iron sword from Xu Yin's hand, and said: "The sword on the head and back of our deputy general escort is ten times heavier than this."
Times!"
Xu Yin showed an expression of admiration on his face. Although Chang Mantian never looked back, it could be seen that his waist seemed to be straighter.
Old Zhao continued: "Our chief bodyguard has worked hard on this sword for twenty years, and has used it to travel around the world for thirty years! Because of this sword, our Zhenyuan Bodyguard Agency in the southeast has absolutely no
My friends from the underworld are here to disturb me."
Xu Yin said: "What if the student travels alone?"
Old Zhao laughed and said: "Then scholar, you have to be ready."
"What preparation?"
"My family has collected enough money to redeem me! It's okay for a scholar to travel around the world, but it's absolutely not possible to use a sword like yours!"
Although Chang Mantian felt relieved after hearing this, he still shook his head and turned around and said: "Scholar, don't listen to their nonsense, but the road to the world is indeed not that easy. When you go out on a study tour, try to find others and never be alone.
one person."
There was good intention in his words. Xu Yin smiled and said, "Students, please keep this in mind."
After walking for a while, the escort team escorting 800,000 taels of silver suddenly stopped, because there was a man squatting in the middle of the official road, a man with a big beard who was doing embroidery.
What he embroidered was a peony, a black peony, and his embroidery was even more delicate than the older girl's.
Lao Zhao stepped forward and said loudly: "This flower embroidered by my friend is really good, but it's a pity that this is not the place for embroidery."
The bearded man seemed not to have heard, still concentrating on the embroidery.
Lao Zhao stepped forward to communicate. As soon as he finished speaking, he was stabbed on the back of his hand.
His hands were so thick with calluses that one would feel nothing if they were pricked by an embroidery needle, but this time it was as if half of his body was paralyzed. He took three steps back and sat down speechless.
Chang Mantian has noticed something is wrong, but escorts usually have good tempers and are good at communication.
He decided to communicate with the embroidered bearded man personally.
“My friend embroidered these beautiful peonies.”
The bearded man didn't raise his head, just smiled and said, "I can also embroider other things."
"What to embroider?"
"Embroidering the blind man."
"A blind man may not be able to embroider well."
"It's best for a blind man to embroider. It only takes two stitches to embroider a blind man."
As he spoke, his hands were like lightning!
Lao Zhao screamed and covered his eyes, blood dripping from the gaps between his fingers.
"I am the fastest at embroidering blind men. I can embroider thirty-seven blind men with seventy-four stitches."
Chang Mantian frowned, Xu Yin pretended not to know, still counting the heads, and said: "There are thirty-six people in Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, including students, there are exactly thirty-seven people."
The escort team had noticed that something was wrong, and three tough guys from the escort agency came over.
Chang Mantian said: "What else do you plan to do?"
"I have embroidered thirty-seven blind men, and I will embroider another 800,000 taels of silver back."
Chang Mantian smiled and said: "It just so happens that my sword can also be used to embroider something!"
"What to embroider?"
"Embroidery to death!"
The laughter stops and the sword is unsheathed!
Although this giant iron sword is not a magic weapon, it is the true legacy of the "Mr. Iron Sword" of the past.
Just as Old Zhao said, Chang Mantian worked hard on this sword for twenty years, and traveled around the world with it for more than thirty years, a total of more than fifty years of cultivation!
Anyone who concentrates on one thing for more than ten years is enough to become an expert in this thing, but what happens if it takes more than fifty years?
When his sword slashed down, no one could describe the power and murderous intent on the heavy sword. Any of Chang Mantian's previous opponents would have had the only way to avoid its sharp edge at this time.
However, three strong men who came out of the escort team surrounded him at the same time. They blocked all the bearded man's escape routes with a wild goose feather sword, a training gun and a mourning sword.
The bearded man seems to have only one option: to take the sword forcefully!