It’s not a remote place. It’s not a big place, but it’s quite lively. Vegetable and fruit sellers are shouting on the roadside, and many snacks are also sold at noon. Spring has just entered, the weather has warmed up, and many beautiful flowers have been cut.
The girl picked them, pieced them together, and sold them to passers-by to supplement their family income. It seemed that the village was quite wealthy and was in the mood to do such fancy things.
There was a faint sound of singing coming from the small theater in the distance. As he walked, the singing gradually faded and was replaced by another special kind of shouting. There was a man playing swordsman and singing on the street. It was said that he was singing, but he occasionally had one or two voices, and he was not out of tune.
, the rest of the story was told to describe a wonderful adventure story. Many people gathered around it, mostly children. Children mostly like such extravagant things, and adults also like to listen to the excitement.
The strange thing is that there is no bowl next to him. Even a beggar will put a bowl or basket in front of him to collect money. He didn't, someone threw the copper plate on the ground, he just smiled, did not pick it up, and continued to tell his story.
So he took a few steps closer to the man, folded his arms, and listened to the excitement together. But within a few words, he knew that he was talking nonsense. The man said which city lord gave this sword to him when he was still a prince. He had
What kind of merit did you perform, and what did you go through after that?
Such hardships and dangers. When it comes to the emotional part, although it cannot be said to burst into tears, it is also heartbroken and regretful. In a lame story that sounds really tragic but the blame was dumped on the court at some point, the man finally exposed his true purpose.
.
"Today, I am in such a miserable state due to bad luck. I hope that all the heroes in the world will lend a helping hand to help this poor abandoned person like me! Although I say that I have a unique skill, I am afraid of hurting innocent people here.
, I can’t use it. Now, I am determined to sell this light sword that has been with me for many years at a low price. I hope you heroes will enjoy it!"
"He is so pitiful, let's help him!" the children said, pulling on the adults' clothes.
I couldn't stand it anymore and left.
Well, it was a good story, but it was a bit cliche. He remembered that there were several stories in the past that all had the same routine. Moreover, the emotions were too rich. People who have really experienced big storms are not so exaggerated. In the end...if it wasn't that
He saw a sword on the waist of a guard of a wealthy family he saw on the road, and he still found it somewhat convincing.
It's unmistakable. The scratches on the sword's hilt and sword are exactly the same. Most likely, this kid got it secretly.
The auction started inexplicably, and he quietly withdrew from the crowd. He was going to find the inn in this town. There was still a long way to go from the capital, and he wouldn't be able to get there for three to five days. He bought a cake while passing through the busy market, and Ma asked someone to give it to him.
Take him away
I knew who it was, but I had no intention of chasing it. This old yellow horse is a ghost and a ghost. It eats too much and refuses to use any extra strength. When the temper comes up, I will send you to carry it. It is as stubborn as a donkey.
.Finally seized the opportunity and quickly got rid of it.
Considering that the town was really not big, he really couldn't find any horses that could drive. There was some delay that day, mainly due to a bastard who snatched the old lady's money bag at the alley. He caught him, endured the temptation, and carried it away.
Go to the old lady
Before, he didn't expect that she was so strong that she beat him harder than anyone else with a cane, which shocked him. It was already night when we arrived at the inn. The big city not far away allowed carriages and horses to pass at night, but that didn't work here, so he had no choice but to
Stay one night.
Unlucky, the room was full, so his kindness was not rewarded. But he had always been very adaptable, so he decided to lie down on the table and sleep all night. He was the type who couldn't get up even if his house was set on fire after falling asleep, but what happened to the environment?
I didn't create the conditions for him to fall asleep at all. It was nice to have some peace and quiet.
In the southwest corner of the hall, farthest away from him, there was a little bastard who was "talking nonsense". He didn't know whether he had drunk too much or something. He didn't want to care about it at first, after all, there were several drunkards gathering there. The inn was right there.
You shouldn’t serve wine! You must report it to the court this time when you go to the capital.
He buried his head and continued to lie down. As he listened, something wasn't right about the story coming over there - it sounded a bit familiar. He raised one ear and listened to the somewhat familiar plot. Listening carefully again,
His voice is also similar to that of the boy who played swordsman and sang in the morning. This guy... sounds like he is in his mid-twenties, and his voice is younger than mine. But no matter who it is, disturbing him to sleep is the original sin.
He walked over with the knife in hand.
Although violence cannot solve the problem, it can solve the problem's creator. Although most of the time, deterrence before the violent act is committed is enough to stop a lot of unnecessary waste of resources.
The storyteller was indeed stunned for a moment, and the topic came to an abrupt end. The other Jianghu people who drank too much were initially dissatisfied, but looking at his menacing look with knives in both hands, it seemed that he was serious, so they stopped talking. But they
He didn't just walk away so easily. After all, how could a dozen or so people be afraid of you being a double-edged swordsman?
"you……"
He was just about to give a few words of instruction when he saw the sword he was bragging about placed on the table. So he grabbed it and weighed it. It felt more expensive than the one in the morning, but it wasn't much better. Who knows, it was like this again.
Where did the boy come from? He turned his head and looked at this person again. This storyteller's Tao-colored peach
Her eyes were wandering around, and she was very energetic. Her three-quarter bangs were stuck to her forehead, and she tied a turquoise green hairband into a high ponytail. This outfit... wasn't that particular, it was a common outfit worn by people in the world, earthy brown,
Wearing a gray belt, he doesn't look dirty. He looks fair and clean, so why is he so dirty?
The other party also glanced at him up and down without any worries, his face not changing and his heart not beating.
"Well, this young hero, it seems that you are also a man in the world, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Have I seen you during the day?"
"Isn't it such an old-fashioned pick-up routine...ugh!"
Halfway through his words, the white tip of the knife was already pointed at his throat. The storyteller swallowed his saliva and slowly moved his hand towards the sword on the table. He moved the dark knife over and poked it on the table.
The tip of the knife sank into the wooden board, and the storyteller quickly retracted his hand.
.At this moment, the onlookers all took a step back, leaving a larger space. The scenes of those who drank too much and acted bravely were not so realistic outside the script. Although drunkenness makes people weak.
People are brave, but no one wants to take the initiative to get into trouble.
He had just boasted that he was amazing, but now he had lost a lot of face. The storyteller was strong and courageous, and stood up. The young man did not move, but the tip of the knife and his eyes moved up as he stood up, without moving his head.
Shake it. The storyteller cleared his throat and said sharply:
"What do we Jianghu people value most? Loyalty. Today you took the initiative to cause trouble. I have a lot of money and I won't argue with you. If you offend me, huh, you will be rewarded. But now I let you go, you can
Remember my kindness, if anything happens in the future..."
"Crack!"
The young man stepped on the bench, but his whole body still didn't tremble. The cracking sound came from the wood under his feet. He probably didn't exert enough force, and the bench just cracked. I guess he was even more afraid of losing money.
But right now, he is not afraid of himself. He has a "none of my business" face. Those eyes that rise from bottom to top are like knives, which can cut off a layer of skin on the storyteller's face.
He shrank back slightly and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Ahem - looking at your extraordinary appearance and righteousness, you must be a good hand at punishing rape and eradicating evil. There is a lack of talents like you in the world! The knife is also a good knife! I have never seen anyone as extraordinary as you, let alone
I have never thought of you as a knife so sharp, so... so clean. It seems that you must be famous, traveling between wind and fire, traveling through..."
"You are bragging, please don't take me with you."
"Brother, there are so many people, please give me some face..."
"It's for your mother."
"Why do you curse?"
"I'm scolding your mother."
"No, you can scold me, but you can't scold my mother. My mother is an old lady..."
"Where's your mother?"
"...Okay, okay, you're all right, right?"
"Where did you steal the sword?"
"What's the matter of stealing? This was the 18th Prince himself..."
"It's a good sword, right? Come on, come on, I'll put my sword here, you can take it and fight with it. If you touch it, I'll tell you my last name."
The people nearby were watching the excitement, but the people at the inn could not stand it any longer. They came over and shouted to stop, and pulled the two away. The young man gave them enough face and did not continue to make things difficult. On the surface, the storyteller looked dissatisfied.
He seemed to be taking it seriously, but in his mind he was scolding the ancestors' graves across the street for eight consecutive times, but he just didn't have the guts to say it.
The rest of the people had seen enough of the excitement, some went back to their rooms, and some went to the town to find a place to stay. There were only two of them left in the entire lobby, one lying in the northeast corner, and the other in the southwest corner, looking as if they had never interacted with each other.
It doesn’t matter, the storyteller thought, after today is over, no one will
Who do you know? The worst thing I can do is be smarter this time and stop telling lies in a small place on the same day, so as not to embarrass myself again by being nosy. Alas, I originally wanted to brag, but in the house rented by those big brothers
Just wait and see, no one knows that this brat will mess you up, it’s annoying.
After thinking about it, he also fell asleep on the table. When it was just dawn, he woke up and stretched his waist, but his shoulders hurt. Afraid of catching a cold, he secretly cursed what happened yesterday again in his mind. Standing
He got up, stretched his muscles in the lobby, and walked around to the young man. He was still sleeping deeply, so the storyteller quietly put his ear to it and heard that he was breathing evenly, fearing that he was not awake yet.
The pair of knives behind his back... look really good. After all, he knows his stuff, but yesterday he was in a hurry and couldn't organize his words. The pair of knives are fast and sharp. I don't know what they are made of, but they must be valuable. I thought of it.
Here, he had a naughty idea. So, he touched the young man first, but there was no response, then he shouted twice, and he still slept soundly.
"Hey, boy, fool, big pig's hooves?"
It seemed that he was really awake. So he rolled up his sleeves, tiptoed, and slowly pulled out the pair of scimitars. He had thought about it. If he was caught on the spot, he would say that he was just joking. Anyway, the carriage and horse were already there.
Let me go, you can't do anything to me if I run away. Then, he calmed down and pulled out the pair of knives from the metal hoop in one breath.
OK, done!
The knife was really heavy. He almost lost his grip and dropped it to the ground, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He could still hold it, but he just wasn't mentally prepared. He held the new knife in his hand and happily
Riding on the horse, humming a song, we set off towards the vast world.
