The flames burned away the vegetation in the courtyard, leaving only the cold wind blowing from all directions.
The teenagers were stunned in the cold wind, almost not believing their ears.
Aren’t those magic weapons on the plate...ours?
Wang Cheng opened his mouth, and Pei Shoujing moved and held him down.
At this moment, Wang Cheng couldn't care less about the contact between his cousin's slender hands and his skin. He just felt that his mind was in confusion: Here, this swordsman, everything seemed different from what he thought.
The teenagers were also suspicious. It was not until the gray-haired girl was really picking at the plate that they confirmed that something was not wrong with them.
Although they were shocked and angry, no one questioned him, and there was silence for a while.
The gray-haired girl picked up a green sword and said, "This is it."
The moment she picked it up, the sword twisted and turned into countless thin vines that tangled and grew. The dead wood became full of vitality.
Zhuang Nian couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "This is my dealer's ivy sword! Put it down quickly!"
The gray-haired girl Ming Jing was shocked by his aura, and the sword in her hand dropped a bit, but the vines continued to coil around her, and even wrapped around her fingers.
The white-haired man looked at her happily and said, "Do you like it?"
The gray-haired girl said cowardly: "I like it, but..."
The white-haired man said warmly: "As long as you like it. If you like it, just take it. If someone questions you, how will you answer?"
The gray-haired girl said in a daze: "I...should say..."
The white-haired man said: "You can say, 'What is yours and mine? Open your dog eyes and see who the sword recognizes?'"
Even Zhuang Nian knew that he should not offend the swordsman, and he also knew that he was like an ant, but it was related to his family's treasure. Even though he was sweating profusely, he raised his voice and said: "Your Excellency, I know that you are powerful, but you cannot be unreasonable.
Right? This is obviously a magic weapon passed down from my family. In the hands of my great ancestor, there were thousands of green vines, and it was powerful in all directions! You can't rob it by force, can you?"
Veins popped up on his forehead, as if he was about to rush forward and snatch the sword back in the next second, but he never dared to take a step.
"You..." Suddenly, he turned around and said to the other teenagers, "Look, this is an obvious robbery. If he robbed me, wouldn't he rob you?"
No one responded to him. In addition to fear, all the young people felt a little bit lucky - fortunately he took away the dealer's ivy sword, so he wouldn't take ours.
The white-haired man seemed not to notice Zhuang Nian's roar, and continued to talk kindly to Ming Jing: "Is it enough to choose just one?"
Ming Jing whispered: "That's enough, I just get close to it."
The white-haired man nodded and said: "Awesome, now I have found my direction." He rolled up all the magic weapons in his sleeves.
Everyone seemed to have fallen into hell, dumbfounded and thinking only:
He actually wants them all!
The teenagers could no longer hold back and opened their mouths to shout, but someone said: "Don't make any noise!"
The person who spoke was actually teenage Pei Renhu.
The little fat man's face was tense and serious, like an old-fashioned middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he said loudly: "Don't make any noise, what should I do if I disturb the adults?"
Everyone was stunned by his accusation.
Pei Renhu spoke eloquently and said: "In the world, there is a way to respect the humble, and those who are humble should be respected. It is a natural and natural law. The swordsman is respected here. Live and kill, everything belongs to him. We just need to be content and obedient. Do you still want to resist? Retreat.
, back off!”
When Pei Shoujing heard the words "honor and inferiority, right", her pupils shrank and she looked at the white-haired man. However, from her position, she could only see the man's white hair and could not see his expression clearly. Of course, it was useless to see clearly.
, the white-haired man has almost no expression.
Wang Cheng thought to himself: This guy has a stronghold and can keep his composure, unlike those idiots. He knows that together they can't defeat the swordsman, so what else can he do if they don't obediently spend money and avoid disasters? Noisy and shouting, you can't get anything back.
He was afraid that he would offend the swordsman and lose his personal wealth.
Of course what he said was a delaying strategy, right? Someone really thought that way, right?
The white-haired man suddenly stood up, his white hair hanging down naturally, and then slightly fluttering in the wind.
Ming Jing, who was standing respectfully beside him, suddenly took a step back, and the ivy in his hand hung down weakly.
"There is a way between superiority and inferiority, life and death, that is so well said." He walked slowly and came to the front of the crowd. He was tall himself, but these young men and women were not grown up yet, so the sunlight was blocked by his figure.
Huddled in the shadows.
"Ding Jing, did you hear that?" he asked without looking back at the gray-haired girl, "As long as you become a swordsman, as long as you are strong, you can do anything. Take away everything from them, and they will take the initiative to explain it to us.
"
He seemed to be laughing when he said this, but there was an endless chill in his laughter.
Pei Renhu only felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He was too young and had only read books and had no experience, so he was just confused.
He only felt the top of his head sink, and a big hand pressed on the top of his head, saying, "Look, what do these wealthy families teach children? The weak bow their heads and accept their fate, while the strong do whatever they want, like this -"
At this point, a young man next to him widened his eyes, suddenly lost focus, and fell down.
"Or this-"
Another puppet whose strings were cut off as a girl fell to the ground with a thud.
"This way, this way..."
One by one, young men and women fell down, lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Only Pei Renhu was pinned to the spot, trembling all over.
At this moment, he couldn't remember any classics or calligraphy rituals, only the most primitive fear remained. He couldn't even think of asking why: Why were they so obedient? The swordsman was not satisfied and wanted their lives.
?
"And you-"
"etc!"
A clear female voice came: "Sir, he is ignorant, please spare him once. He is my brother."
At this moment, Pei Renhu suddenly communicated with tears and sobbed: "Sister!"
Pei Shoujing took a few steps forward and pleaded: "Your Excellency Swordsman, he is only eleven years old and is a fool. What he said is not actually what he thinks. It is what his father said and he just copied it. He has no ideas of his own.
He just likes to yell loudly. We were all like this when we were young. For the sake of his youth and ignorance, just go around him once."
Wang Cheng was excited and wanted to echo his cousin. His tongue was a little stiff and he couldn't make any sound. He just purred a few times and nodded.
The white-haired man slowly turned his head, pressed the little fat man's head, and said: "Oh, you said he is talking nonsense. Although I am powerful, I can't do whatever I want?"
Pei Shoujing shook his head and said, "I have no idea. I am also a stupid kid. I just ask you to let him go."
The white-haired man said: "Ming Jing, what do you think?"
The gray-haired girl hesitated and nodded.
The white-haired man shook his head and said: "You don't have your own ideas. You are all so stupid. Well, I can let him go and let you change it yourself."
Pei Shoujing said: "Me?"
The white-haired man said: "Come with me, I want you to do something. If you don't leave, I will take him away." He rubbed the little fat man's hair, "Actually, I was looking for you from the beginning.
But in daily life, you are quite pleasing to the eye, and I am soft-hearted and want to let you go. Now you can make your own choice. You are still him."
Wang Cheng's heart sank, and he felt keenly that this matter must be very dangerous, even life-threatening. He regretted coming here more and more. He planned to flatter a strong man, but he didn't expect that this person had such malicious intentions from the beginning.
.
It is not difficult to imagine that when these young men came to the door, the swordsman must have laughed in his belly. Some fools even brought people and money to the door, and there was an unexpected gain.
At this time, he had no other thoughts except that he could escape unharmed and, if possible, his cousin could also be alive.
He trembled and whispered: "Cousin, don't agree. I'm just a clan brother, not...not a biological brother."
The white-haired man looked at him and said, "You can do it, too. But you actually boasted that you wanted to be an ancient swordsman. Well, I'll give you a chance and keep you alive to see if you have that ability."
Only then did Wang Cheng realize that the so-called giving a chance was not to give him a chance, but to spare his own life, and this was his own good luck.
The rest of them didn’t even die?
He even had a thought: Could it be that his family had offended this person before, and he became a swordsman and came back to take revenge?
It is not impossible. As a local tycoon, he has offended many people. Although it is impossible to offend the swordsman directly, what happened to the swordsman before he became a swordsman?
He turned to look at Pei Shoujing and reminded her again with his eyes not to do anything stupid.
The white-haired man said: "What? What is your decision?"
Pei Shoujing lowered her head and said, "I..."
Wang Chengxin raised his throat.
"How could I-just wait for death!"
She raised her head high, shouted, and rushed forward. She touched the brocade bag at her waist and the silver light flashed!