This city was originally the territory of the Ninth Prince. This man was obsessed with sex and never did anything serious all day long. But one day, his pigtails suddenly became inexplicable. Everyone suspected that someone had poisoned him. This prince is really worthless nowadays.
Because there was too much money, the late emperor was really good at giving birth. Then the Ninth Prince disappeared, and there was only a son in front of him. Guess what, he was eight years old.
At the age where even a dog would be disgusted.
But whether the dog dislikes it or not is a matter for the prince's house. The question is who is in charge of this city now - the former vassal state. Some people say that it is his mother who has the final say, while others say that it is his uncle, because
So far, things are going pretty well.
The child is too young, so the security work in the city has become stricter. Everyone who comes in and out must be stopped and checked to see if you have any secret messages, this and that. Although weapons are not explicitly prohibited,
After all, who in the world doesn’t have some self-defense? But
It was the storyteller who was stopped by the guards. After all, his fair appearance did not look like a martial arts practitioner. Fortunately, he was eloquent and the guards deceived him into letting him in. Firstly, it might be annoying, secondly,
He probably can't do anything to anyone just like that.
The storyteller walked around the streets all morning, ate two bowls of noodles at noon, and then walked around for a while to eat. Not to mention carrying these heavy knives, it was really a good exercise for him. He thought for a long time,
I feel that I can't play well, and it has little effect in self-defense. It can only serve as a deterrent. If I use it as a pawn...
...Isn't it a waste of resources? After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a good way to deal with this knife. It's really troublesome. If I had known, I would have pulled off the man's head rope and made him a little lunatic. Or I should make up a new one.
The story is quite emotional, and this stuff is more real. Let’s look back and see if anyone knows the stuff...
There was a big stage in the downtown area, and the opera started at nine o'clock. He had no money to buy tickets, so he found a big tree and climbed up, sitting on the branch to watch from a distance. When climbing the tree, there was really no place to put the knife, so he first
I dropped under the tree. There was a small breeze blowing, listening to a ditty, and swinging my legs for a while. It was very comfortable. It would be even better if I could have a few drinks.
It was getting dark and the play was about to end. I heard that the play would only be sung until midnight when important people wanted to watch it. The stage was too big and it would take a lot of oil to light up the surrounding area. The storyteller stretched himself.
He was about to find a restaurant. There was a steamed stuffed bun shop diagonally across from the noodle shop at noon. It smelled very good, but he was full and didn’t eat it. He went now. As soon as he lowered his head, his eyes suddenly met the eyes of a person two feet away.
. He was shocked all over.
Isn’t that right? This kid actually chased me here!
"You, what are you doing!"
The young man raised his eyes to look at him again, but his face was parallel to the straight tree trunk. He really couldn't stand this look, it looked like a ghost, or he was looking at a ghost.
"Looking for a knife."
After that, the young man raised his hands. With just such a movement, the two scimitars under the tree suddenly felt some kind of gravity and flew towards the young man, with the handles firmly attached to his hands. The storyteller saw
I was stunned, standing on the tree. It felt like it was inappropriate to go down now, but it was okay to sit on it all the time.
"Hey, I was just kidding you. Now that you've found it, then, can you please take it back?"
"There's no rush. Come down and let's catch up on old times and go to the wine shop for a few drinks."
"Don't be like this, I'm panicking."
"Can you still be flustered?"
The storyteller really wanted to provoke, "Come up if you dare," but looking at the posture just now, he was really afraid that this person would fly up in a swish, and it was not impossible. He thought for a while and decided to change the topic.
"Then...how did you get this knife back?"
"Recognize the Lord."
"I don't believe it until you perform it again."
The young man was really unambiguous. In the blink of an eye, he threw out a pair of knives. The two knives spun in the air like flying blades, made a big circle, and really flew back. The storyteller was stunned.
Yes, he wanted to take this opportunity to run away.
"You've seen it, come down, I won't beat you."
"I'm afraid you'll chop me."
"Then I'll try not to."
"How dare you? Murder is illegal,"
"Then I won't cut it, really."
"I'm afraid you'll slap me, whip me, cut me..."
"If you stop talking, I'll cut down the tree for you to see if you can get down."
"Why are you so heartless? Flowers and plants are alive too. And who will pay for the damage to the ground!"
"Then don't eat the vegetables."
"I really don't want to eat. I plan to buy meat buns later. It's been a whole day and I don't have any fat in my stomach."
"Lori, you're like a girl."
“Why are you so sexist?”
The stalemate lasted for a long time, neither of the two people said anything to spare the other. The young man nodded and said, OK. Then he walked to the tree, leaned back, and sat down. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, as if
He looked like he was planning to spend the night here.
"Hey, hey, why are you like this?"
"What kind?" The young man closed his eyes and said nothing.
"Since you feel where the knife is and have found it, can you please stop arguing with me? Everyone lives for food, and it's not easy. Why don't you buy me a few kilograms of meat buns?
If you get fat, the tree will collapse."
"Who will pay if the ground is damaged?"
"you……"
"If you give me a few more pounds, I'll eat you to death. Have you ever eaten your stuffed buns?"
"What stuffing?"
"Your stuffing."
"..."
The storyteller was really tired, and his mouth was tired. He had lived so long, and he had seen few people poorer than himself. The young man was still sitting there, hanging upside down, with his ponytail hanging down. He looked upside down.
world, he whispered:
"Okay, you can tell me how much it costs. If I had known, I would have sold it to you in the morning... I agreed in advance, but I don't have much money."
The young man opened his eyes and stood up. Then the storyteller jumped down and landed firmly on the ground. The young man said:
"That's right, I won't make it difficult for you. Go through the process and go to the government office with me."
"Don't, don't, don't!" What's strange is that the storyteller immediately became anxious, "If you have something to say, I'll pay you as much as you want. If you don't have any money, I'll wash the dishes for you now, okay? I won't steal or rob, really, we
Don't go to the government office, I'm allergic to it."
The young man was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and raised it aggressively. The storyteller was startled and found that this boy was really strong, but he did not dare to act rashly.
"Your boy...doesn't he have a criminal record?"
"No, no, don't talk nonsense. I am very upright."
"How dare you say that you are upright when you are sneaking around? I think your hands and feet are not clean. You must have escaped from somewhere where you committed a crime, right? Come with me now."
"I got a - don't worry, really, I'm really allergic. I, my enemies are high up, there are people in the government all over the world, who can kill me. Even if I steal something, I won't be guilty.
Die! I really only follow gadgets! To be honest, I would rather be exiled to the South than..."
"You said that?"
The young man's eyes lit up. The storyteller was surprised. Did his ghostly eyes shine for a moment?
"……ah?"
"I'm going to the South Country."
"What?" The storyteller suddenly shook off his loose hand, "You must be sick, go to a place where birds don't poop."
"I'm going to find someone."
"What do I care about you? No, I'm serious. Did you catch the cold last night and freeze your brain? Do you know how many people the court sent to that place? Not one came back, not one.
Not even the corpse. You made this joke to me, I admit that you are much more humorous than me."
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious too!"
"I wrote a letter to the court a long time ago, and they replied to me and asked me to go to the capital in person. The first was to confirm whether I had the qualifications, and the second was to issue me a pass, otherwise I would not be able to go to sea. I originally went alone.
, but I heard you tell them... you were also one of the people sent to the Southern Kingdom,
It's just that there was a shipwreck on the way, and you floated back with the wind and the wreckage of the ship. You didn't want to be a hero, you just wanted to save your life, but you didn't expect that they reported the losses to the court, and sent people to compensate for the annihilation of the entire army.
I was chasing you, but you escaped... The government you mentioned, is this part?"
"You believe it when I brag?!"
"What if? If you've been there, I think it makes sense. I've never been to the South Country. If you show me the way, I'll let bygones be bygones."
"Are you sick?!"
"I will reimburse all expenses on the way to the capital and after going to the South Country."
"Okay, when will we leave?"
It’s too fast, it’s changed too quickly.
Of course the storyteller had a plan in mind. He thought about it, pretended to agree first, cheated and drank all the way, and then sneaked away when he was not careful. But he was very happy to be able to stay in an inn tonight and did not have to sleep on the street. He followed the man
After walking a few steps, he asked:
"Hey, are you really rich? If you were rich, why didn't you stay in a hotel yesterday?"
"In a hurry." He turned his head and stared at him, "But you delayed me all."
"...Okay, okay, it's my fault. Then which family are you rich in? You are so rich? You also include room and board? You don't want me to eat your leftovers, right?"
"You really talk a lot."
"Just kidding. By the way, what's your name?"
"And you?"
"Ah, I...Qi Huan, just call me Qi Huan. You haven't said it yet."
"Bai Ya."
"Hey, what's your relationship with that murderer 'Strong Arm Cutting Iron'?"
The murderer Qi Huan mentioned does exist. His surname is Bai Sha, and he has done countless evil things. There are many bizarre legends about him in the world, and they all smell of blood. People in the industry call him Mr. Bai.
None of his cases can be solved, so some people say that if you die tragically under the sword of "a strong arm that cuts through iron", then it's really
He was killed in vain. As for why he got this title, it was because he had broken an arm and had someone cut the bone into a set of steel blades. Some said it was on the left, some said it was on the right, and no one said it.
To be honest, those who saw clearly were probably dead. It is said that the knife maker was also brutally killed by him, and his body was destroyed.
But, he has been in prison for several years. His deeds have become legends and history. True and false, false and true.
"He is my father."
"?"
Qi Huan was stunned for a while and stood still.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Believe it or not."
Bai Ya didn't stop, he chased after him and asked doubtfully:
"It's true. Then Master Bai is your father. What are you? Second Master Bai? No, that's grandpa's younger brother. Master Er Bai? Master Bai? Master Bai? It all sounds weird."
"That's it - I'm at a disadvantage. I'm his son, so just call me dad."
