Ten miles outside Lanzhou City, there is the Longmen Inn. This is a simple, typical western-style hotel. The lower half of the house wall is turned head, the upper half is made of loess, the roof is covered with thatch, and the tables and chairs are all made of logs. It is extremely
It's clumsy, but one advantage is that it's not easily damaged during a fight.
There are many swordsmen in the West. Swordsman is a very general term, which is roughly equivalent to the swordsman in the Central Plains, but it is not the same, because a swordsman can be a chivalrous hero, a bodyguard, or a horse thief.
In short, anyone who carries a knife in his waist can be called a swordsman.
There is a group of swordsmen sitting in the Longmen Inn. Their clothes are shabby, but their eyes are still sharp. Everyone is equipped with a long sword, some are inserted in the back, and some are hung on the waist. Anyway, you can carry it as you like, everyone.
They were sitting at a crude table drinking turbid liquor and eating beef, waiting for someone to recruit them to work.
Although there have been constant wars over the years, the trade routes are still basically open. Without trade, either party in the war will lose the source of weapons, food, grass, and money. Therefore, sometimes the two countries will even have a temporary truce to allow the caravan to pass.
In the scene, these powerful caravans include Persians and Central Plains people. They have strong financial resources and considerable military force. The large caravans even have thousands of people armed. The caravans pay taxes to the government, but they do not
They would give in to horse thieves, so battles often broke out between the two sides, and the swordsmen suffered heavy casualties. Almost every time they went on a trade trip, the caravan had to recruit a new group of swordsmen.
Lanzhou is a very important large-scale cargo distribution center on the Silk Road. Goods from the Central Plains and Western goods are exchanged here. Wine, luminous cups, Persian carpets, etc. that can sell for sky-high prices in the Central Plains can be much cheaper in Lanzhou. This
The culture of this city is very special. It can be said to be chaotic. There are churches, mosques, and lamaseries. Various languages and scripts are commonly used. Even the waiters in any shop can speak several foreign languages. This Longmen Inn is no different.
Exceptionally, everyone from the boss lady to the waiters can speak Chinese, Mongolian, Turkic, and Persian. Today's business was particularly good. The boss lady was very busy, running around in and out, laughing so hard.
The weather in November was already very cold. A thick cotton curtain was hung on the door of Longmen Inn to keep out the strong wind. There was a stove inside and it was very warm. The men were drinking wine indifferently.
They were talking casually, and suddenly the door curtain was raised, and the dazzling sunlight shone in, followed by a loud and rough voice: "We have found a restaurant. The shopkeeper, please bring five kilograms of pig head meat and two kilograms of white wine.
Ten pounds of flour cake, let’s eat it quickly and get on our way.”
Everyone looked sideways, and some even stretched their hands to the hilt of the knife. In Lanzhou, there are more Muslims, and the people only raise cattle, sheep, horses and camels, and very few feed pork. Suddenly someone jumped out and said they wanted to eat.
Pork, isn't it a blatant provocation to the Islamic swordsman in the inn?
Fortunately, there were some sensible people among those people. A female voice said: "I'm sorry. This brother just came from the Central Plains and doesn't understand the rules. In fact, we have to pay for five kilograms of cooked beef. Please hurry up and ask the shopkeeper."
Get ready." As he spoke, he accurately threw a ten-tael ingot in front of the shopkeeper. His hidden weapon skills were revealed very timely, and the swordsmen quietly released their grip on the handle of the sword.
There were six men and one woman who came in. They were all dressed in Central Plains clothing, and their weapons were also in the Central Plains style. They had double-hook handguards, five-tiger door-breaking knives, and the like. Judging from their postures, they were all top-notch practitioners. The woman's demeanor was even more extraordinary.
At the age of twenty, he has a pretty face and a good figure, but there is a fierce aura in his eyes. He holds a sword in his hand. Just looking at the scabbard, you can tell that it is a high-quality product produced by Lianfenghao.
Recently, many Jianghu people have come from the Central Plains. Their methods are different from those of the Western Swordsmen, so the two sides have had several conflicts, with casualties on each other. Therefore, as soon as these people came in, everyone unconsciously felt a sense of hostility.
, but judging from their footwork and figure, they are all first-class masters, far beyond the ability of these second-rate swordsmen in the inn. There are more than a dozen tables in the lobby of the inn, and there are dozens of swordsmen.
They were crowded together drinking, and there was only one person sitting at one of the tables. He was drinking silently with his head down, and no one close to him dared to speak loudly for fear of disturbing this person.
When the guests from the Central Plains saw an empty table, they came over and said, "Brother, you've finished your wine, why don't you make it easier and give us the table to eat." The speaker was Biao, the man who made the five tigers cut off the door.
He was a big man, and he must have been a figure in the Central Plains, so his tone was rather harsh. The woman glared at him and said, "Brother, please take your seat. We can borrow a seat next to you."
But the previous words had already angered the silent swordsman. He raised his head, revealed a pair of sinister eyes, and said in a tone of voice: "Let me give up my position, and you won't even pay a visit. I, Brother Long Fei, am that person?"
A person who gives up his position to others!" This man has a bald head, his eyebrows have been shaved, and there is no hair on his face. He looks even more vicious. There are two scimitars of strange style on the table, and they are tied with iron chains.
At first glance, it seems that he is not a good person to get along with.
Wu Hu Duan Men Dao said: "Brother Long Fei, I have never heard of it. If you are wise, get away quickly. You will cry if you make me angry."
Brother Long Fei sneered: "If you want to touch me, fine, let's see who is faster."
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them immediately evaded. The West is different from the Central Plains. In the inns and taverns of the Central Plains, when martial arts people have a dispute, they often quarrel first, starting from their own masters, and then to all the people they know.
Friends in the martial arts world try to overwhelm each other with their momentum, and other martial arts people present will often enthusiastically stand up and be peacemakers to show their own face. The martial arts world in the Central Plains is so big, and sometimes both sides can talk about it.
Find someone you all know, and then there is a misunderstanding. Everyone sits down to drink. When they are happy, they drink blood wine and burn yellow paper. They become brothers. To put it bluntly, the martial arts in the Central Plains is a complex relationship field. Good martial arts are not as good as eloquence.
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The situation in the West is different. These swordsmen do not have a fixed sect. Most of them follow the martial arts learned by their elders in the family. Some people just practice swordsmanship by fighting all day long in society. Therefore, there is no intricate relationship like in the Central Plains.
The start of the fight was also different. The opening remarks were usually just one or two sentences, and then the fight started directly, and the fight was executed without the government asking anything. This further encouraged the swordsmen's habit of being brave and ruthless.
This Brother Long Fei is well-known for being a ruthless character. He can wield two Persian scimitars as fast as lightning. No one in Lanzhou can use a knife faster than him. In addition, he has an eccentric temperament, so no one dares to provoke him easily.
Seeing that this group of Central Plains people had somehow got into trouble with Brother Long Fei, the swordsmen all stood up and left the table, hiding several steps away to avoid blood splattering on them later.
Everyone was holding their arms and waiting to watch the excitement. The beautiful Central Plains woman spoke: "Brother, I'm just giving up a table. There's no need to be angry. If you want to compete faster, I will accompany you." She said with her hands raised.
, she moved the cloak away, revealing the cool outfit underneath. The two crossed wide cowhide belts showed off the slenderness of her waist. In the leather cases on both sides of the cowhide belts, two black and shiny hidden weapons were opening their heads!
Damn it, fire blunderbuss, the swordsmen trembled in fright. Everyone was very familiar with this thing. After the red shirt army entered Lanzhou, they sent out picket troops with silver dog tags to control public security in the city. It was forbidden to
Ordinary people carry long knives, and the swordsmen are naturally dissatisfied. As a swordsman, the knife is his life. How can he not carry it? When a tough swordsman encounters an even tougher red-shirted soldier, the end is naturally imaginable.
, after several fierce battles, the swordsmen suffered heavy casualties, and they also realized the power of fire guns. Now the swordsmen have learned well and do not enter Lanzhou City when nothing happens, and try to solve the problems outside the city.
Even a fierce man like Brother Long Fei couldn't help but shudder. He knew his own level. If it was a knife fight, these Central Plains people might not be his opponents, but they have fire blunderbuss, so it's hard to say. This girl
With sharp eyes and a steady breath, he must be a master of concealed weapons. If a master of concealed weapons wields a blunderbuss, that's even better!
But Brother Long Fei still decided to take action, because the distance between the two sides was very close, and this girl was the only one with a fire gun. As long as she was cut down, she would be considered a winner. These Central Plains people had a lot of troubles with them, and they could make a small fortune.
Pens, and more importantly, two firecrackers were also captured, which was what Brother Long Fei dreamed of. As he thought about it, Brother Long Fei's hand unconsciously touched the scimitar on the table.
Brother Long Fei's movements were very fast, and he was worthy of being the fastest swordsman in Lanzhou. However, his opponent's movements were very fast. As soon as Brother Long Fei's eyes flashed, he felt pain in his wrist, and he could no longer hold the handle of the knife. When he looked closely, there was a prick on his wrist.
Two flying needles were attached to them. The flying needles were obviously poisoned. In a moment, Brother Long Fei was numb from his wrist to his arm. He was shocked and said: "You dare to use poison!"
The older girl smiled slightly and said, "It's not poison, it's just a sedative. Brother, I'm too excited. I just want you to calm down."
Everyone was shocked. They originally thought that the heroine was going to take out a firecracker to kill Brother Long Fei, but they didn't even bother to use a firecracker against Brother Long Fei. They only used two small needles to disable his fighting power. Everyone present
No one saw his movements, and his hidden weapon skills were simply superb. If the flying needle had pricked his eyes or throat instead of his wrists, wouldn't Brother Long Fei be dead on the spot?
The swordsmen immediately became enthusiastic and gave up two tables to invite the heroes from the Central Plains to sit down. The proprietress also appeared from behind the counter and happily brought beef noodles, white wine, and invited the guests to enjoy.
The guests from the Central Plains thanked her with their hands, and then sat down gracefully. They all raised their thumbs to the heroine: "As expected of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin! You will give them a powerful blow as soon as you make a move."
Thousand-Hand Guanyin Dai Wenpei smiled and said nothing. Over the years, she has traveled north and south, inside and outside the Great Wall for Liu Ziguang, providing a lot of important information. The loose martial arts organization of the Tiandihui has gradually developed into a powerful force hidden among the people.
The intelligence organization even vaguely rivals Nanchang.