Aqiang is a gangster, a young and experienced gangster.
He is not very old, but he has been a gangster for many years and has been around for many years.
Just because he's old doesn't mean he's a successful gangster, he's just a gangster's gangster, or a gangster's gangster.
So he would pay half a fortune to run errands for a gangster who was a few years younger than him on a winter night. So when he came out, he would not be in a hurry to find anyone, but would stagger and walk crookedly, wishing that he would suddenly jump on the road.
Bring out a dog and ask him to kick him twice.
Just like that, it took him three alleys to walk through one alley, and he finally came to the low shack.
Seeing this crooked shack, Aqiang really didn't want to go in. In such a shabby place, he usually wouldn't kick the doors from door to door when sweeping the street, not to mention that his feet would be dirty when he went in.
He was standing in front of the door and was about to shout to let the old blind man come out by himself when he heard the faint sound of strings coming from the darkness.
The silk strings are squeaky and hoarse, and they are said to be music. They are out of tune, out of tune, and have a slight twist. Listening to it in the dark night, it sounds like a groan, a sigh, or a trembling, as if a few claws are scratching the bottom of the heart. It can be heard in people's hearts.
hairy.
Even though Aqiang was quite courageous, he was agitated when he heard the voice calling the old blind man. He immediately choked in his mouth and even wanted to run away.
but……
His screams disturbed the people in the room, who suddenly turned around, their eyes like cold stars!
After all, the gap between ordinary people and swordsmen is all-round. There may only be one chance. Once you get into a long battle, the outcome will be decided.
Isn’t this a lot of carbon?
Having said that, Aqiang did not dare to kick in the door directly. Instead, he leaned down and used his eyes to get closer to the crack in the door. The firewood door of the shack leaked air everywhere, and there were several large cracks that could be seen from the outside.
Tang Zhao was surprised by the other party's support - he knew clearly that the person coming was a master, but he didn't even look back. Was he particularly confident or stupid? Or both?
He could leave, but when he saw the old blind man cowering in a ball and not daring to call for help, his face darkened and he said, "What if I said, I'm also here to listen to music?"
The man turned back suddenly, his eyes widening.
Here, the glory dissipated, and the cloaked man turned his back to the door, looking at the frightened old blind man who was lying on the ground holding the strings. He seemed not to care about what was going on behind him. He said lightly: "Who are you? Are they those gangsters?
The leader of the gang? Did I poke the ant nest of gangsters? They came one by one, and now even the ant king is here?"
Aqiang jumped up and crawled out with his head in the mud. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had moved to the ditch next to the side street. He had already left the alley and was at least a hundred feet away from the shack he had just found.
Tang Zhao stood steadily and looked calm. Even though the light was dim and shadows appeared on his face, he did not look ferocious.
The stinking ditch was frozen, and the ice layer was still thin. His head just passed through the thin ice and plunged into the bottom.
This is Jiang Huzi’s murderous intent.
From his angle, he could actually only see half of his profile, and couldn't see his face clearly. He only saw that the other person did not sit down, but was standing in the shack, with his head almost touching the roof of the shack. Although it was weird, he looked like this person.
Tall and oppressive.
The man's murderous aura surged wildly, and he turned slightly, turned half sideways, turned his profile to Tang Zhao, and said word by word: "Are you here to hear that story too?"
After wandering around the world for a long time, whose hands are not stained with blood and whose body is condensed with evil spirits? It doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman, old or young, a monk or a layman. Once you have murderous intentions, you will be violent.
The unpleasant sound of silk and bamboo seems not to be the reason why the semi-senior members of his dignified Eight-legged Gang were scared and ran away with their heads in their hands?
The man still had his back to Tang Zhao, without even turning around, and said: "You know the magic instruments, and you are quite good at it. I'm here to listen to the strings. As long as they don't come in and make noise like those people who just kicked in the door and disturbed my interest, I will
I don’t care about it anymore. If your Excellency saves someone, he has already been rescued, so let’s leave him alone.”
Teng Liang had just been dazzled by the brilliance, and was trembling with murderous aura. Fortunately, Tang Zhao blocked him, and a gentle aura melted over him. The coldness subsided immediately, but he was not in a daze. Hearing Tang Zhao
He spoke and hurriedly replied: "Old blind man, it's me."
Both he and Teng Liang were frequent visitors to the small restaurant, and he had listened to the old blind man's music played more than once by Teng Liang. Although he didn't understand how this thing was worthy of the brave and ruthless brother Teng.
I screamed over and over again, but I thought it was still good to listen to it while eating.
After all, Aqiang had been in a gang, and he had heard a lot of legends in the world. He also often listened to storytellers and songs. In those stories, masters appeared and appeared like ghosts, like dragons and tigers, and could easily kill someone in ten steps.
The little villain died miserably.
Tang Zhao used the sword elephant to send away the gangster whose life was hanging by a thread. He opened the crooked firewood leaf and stood at the door without entering the shack. From this angle, he could completely block Teng Liang and said: "No. I don't.
Recognize them."
At this glance, he saw a pile of black coal at the old blind man's feet.
If it's a human voice, that's fine.
Tang Zhao knew that he was frightened and said: "Liangzi...Teng Liang came with me." He said, pulling Teng Liang behind him.
In the house, there was an old, rickety figure, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket and holding a harp.
Immediately afterwards, he discovered the clues. Although the old man seemed to be sitting upright, his whole body was shaking slightly. His white beard was shaking so hard that it was a little blurry. His fingers were shaking even more, so that the sound of the string fluted up and down, which was worse than playing cotton.
Not as good as that.
How can it smell like this underworld?
Tang Zhao wanted to nod in greeting, but the old artist couldn't see him. And even if he talked directly, because it was an unfamiliar voice, the eager old man might not dare to believe it.
The man still didn't turn around and said calmly: "Since you don't recognize me, why did you stop me?"
But...why does it sound so ugly?
This was Aqiang's first thought.
Smelly ditch?!
Tang Zhao glanced at the charcoal at the old blind man's feet with disgust and said: "Who can stop this from taking human life?"
He was a young man of about twenty years old, with a fair face and a clean-skinned appearance. He looked like a rich man, but his brows were filled with the murderous aura unique to Jianghu people.
Damn...damn it!
But there are not many opportunities.
Therefore, while Tang Zhao was on guard, he was also very restrained and had no intention of taking the initiative. He wanted to observe the fluctuations of the magic weapon. If he could induce the only opportunity, he would have fallen into an invincible position.
Aqiang wailed, and ran away without a care in the world, not caring that he was wet and smelly. He ran all the way home, forgetting about the shack, drinking, and getting half a pound of money.
Tang Zhao asked directly: "Old man, what kind of music does this man want to listen to when he comes at night?"
thump!
The next moment, he had fallen headfirst into the smelly ditch.
So, the tiger is here...
"It's just a magic weapon."
He moved his eyes to look at the sword that the man had just drawn. It was the sword that had just fired a bolt of lightning. Although the lightning was only as thick as a hair, it was enough to burn one or two people into charcoal.
Maybe the old blind man was bored and playing the string in his bed? His string was inherently unpleasant, so it wasn't surprising to hear such noise.
Wait, why is there something wrong with the shape of the carbon...
He definitely identified the sword.
The man's momentum increased, but Tang Zhao remained unmoved. He even had the strength to block the impact on the old cripple, allowing the old cripple to crawl to Teng Liang's side, and Teng Liang pulled him up.
The fork is like a human finger...
Other than that, the only thing that could be seen was that the man was wearing a cloak, not to mention his skin, and not even his clothes were exposed. All he could see was that he had black hair, and he seemed to be a young man.
He squinted his eyes and saw a figure.
Tang Zhao said: "I can listen to anything. Old man."
"Moreover, you killed this old artist indiscriminately in his house, forced him to sing for you, and scared him like this. What are you going to do? Do you really want to listen to the music?"
The old artist who had shrunk into a ball moved, as if he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but then he closed his mouth and shrank even tighter.
The old cripple didn't realize that he was calling him. Tang Zhao called again, and the old cripple said: "This uncle..."
Sure enough, it was the old blind man playing the string.
The magic weapon carries sword skills, which are higher than sword skills. If used well, it may be able to kill weaker swordsmen, because swordsmen have no sword skills. Especially sword skills similar to rules, if the conditions are met, they can even kill with one blow.
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He did not play by himself in bed, but sat on a rare intact bench in the shack, holding the string, talking and singing, singing and talking for a while, with his back straight and a pair of blind gray eyes.
Turn it up and it's already in a performance state.
After several attacks, the man couldn't move Tang Zhao, and he finally became wary and said: "Okay, okay, since you want to confront me tit for tat, I will give you a seat, you..."
only one person.
Suddenly realizing something, Aqiang screamed.
Tang Zhao said: "They are just bastards. Do you just want to eliminate harm for the people? If it is really just to draw a sword to fight injustice, you can only rely on..."
Is this person... a big man-eating tiger?
This must be a martial arts master!
The man had a worried look on his face, and when he moved his hand, Tang Zhao took a step forward at the right time, just in time to lock horns with him.
"ah--"
Slip away, slip away!
Taking advantage of the unpleasant sound of the strings to cover up the sound of his footsteps, he slowly turned around, only taking one more look to the side before leaving.
Under the only oil lamp in the room, Tang Zhao saw the man's appearance clearly.
It was as if he had really walked into a teahouse and was waiting to listen to music.
There is a chance to win with one blow.
The magic weapon is a sword, not a swordsman. Even if a swordsman has a magic weapon, his first choice is always his sword.
After listening to Liangzi's words, the old lame man felt like listening to fairy music. He got up, his eyes were blind and weeping, and shouted: "Master Liang, Master Liang, save me!"
There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and then, my eyes were filled with brilliance.
The man gave a short sneer and said: "Human life? It's just trash. Even if a hundred of them die, it's not worth a penny. Your martial arts is not weak, but you use it to save such scum. It's really ridiculous."
However, only magic weapons may not be weak.
Although in Aqiang's dreams, he always takes on the role of a master and dreams of unscrupulous rivers and lakes, but he knows what kind of thing he is. If he really meets such a master, he will be killed casually without even knowing his name.
The sword technique of this magic weapon should be thunder. Although thunder may not be as unreasonable as regular sword techniques, it is extremely powerful, with extremely high bursts and extremely fast speed.
He seemed to be sitting in a pot, giving a performance to a man-eating tiger, and the next moment the sheep would fall into the tiger's mouth.
Carbon prices are high this year, so my family has switched to burning firewood. The old blind man's family is rich and he has saved a lot of charcoal.
The man's facial features moved slightly, and his murderous aura was concentrated again, as if he wanted to stop the old blind man from speaking, but in the end he did not move.
The old blind man calmed down a little and said: "That's it... Yunzhongqu, an old joke that is one of the best in the world. It has not been performed for many years and is about to be lost."
Tang Zhao was thoughtful and said, "Can I listen to it?"
The man's sleeves were trembling, and veins popped out in the hand holding the magic weapon. Tang Zhao said: "Okay, it sounds like a good song. Old sir, let's change the place and you can give us a special performance?"