The aura of the middle-aged man was well hidden. Zhao Ziqian didn't notice anything strange. There was no reason to drive the guests out when the business was open, so he welcomed the guest in, took him to a corner and sat down, and gave him a bottle.
A pot of wine and two cold plates, the middle-aged man nodded his thanks and quietly poured himself a glass of wine.
Zhao Ziqian continued to come back and chatted with the three of them. The young man just couldn't hold it in his head. After a few glasses of wine, he said what his uncle had told him a thousand times.
"To tell you the truth, I have a case with me. A year ago in my hometown of Macheng County, I saw a bully bullying a widow. When they disagreed, he drew a sword at him. I couldn't get angry, so I punched him to death three times. From then on
I was living in a foreign land and came to the northwest to join my uncle. I guess the documents from the sea arrests have spread all over the world, so my uncle repeatedly advised me not to cause trouble, otherwise I would have... hmph."
"Sure enough, I read it right. Your fists are really powerful. It takes more than ten years of training to develop them." Yuan Feng said.
"That's right, I have been practicing iron sand palm since I was three years old. I have been practicing for thirteen years. One palm strike will make a dent even in the iron plate."
Everyone looked at each other and were surprised at the depth of Zhao Ziqian's kung fu. Li Mingying scratched his head and said, "I'm not as good as you. I've had masters at home one after another since I was a child. I've learned a lot of showmanship, but I haven't learned any real kung fu at all.
I was bullied by that dominatrix all day long."
Ye Kai continued: "That's better than me. I only started practicing martial arts after meeting Brother Feng. I learned swords, horses, bows and arrows in less than a year. If it's okay to fight with my brothers, it's okay to fight alone."
I don’t dare anymore.”
Everyone advised him: "It's not difficult to fight alone. Those who are brave are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of life. As long as you have enough momentum and courage, others will lose half the battle first."
While they were chatting here, the middle-aged man over there had finished drinking a bottle of wine. He took out a few copper coins from his arms and put them on the table. He wandered over and walked over. This time he did not deliberately suppress the strong sword feeling on his body.
Angry, four young people five steps away felt the strange cold, and turned their heads to look at it.
"You" the middle-aged man pointed at Yuan Feng, "Stay, the others will go out, it's none of your business."
The four of them stood up slowly and looked at the middle-aged man carefully. They saw that he had a long, unkempt beard, a thin face with clear lines, and his eyes were as melancholy as the autumn night sky. Although he stood still, he looked like a man.
A powerful aura still emanates from this body that does not appear to be very strong. Even the dullest person can detect that this is cold murderous aura.
"Where did you come from? If you pull so hard, believe it or not, I will crush you to death with a bench." Li Mingying jumped out first and shouted.
Then Zhao Ziqian also stood up and said: "Sir, the shop does not welcome troublemakers. If you want to fight, go out!"
The middle-aged man smiled. He admired the young man's spirit of not being afraid of tigers, but he was stupid to fight hard even when he knew he was losing.
"Xin, your bench must be harder than my head, but please go out first, and then smash me to death after I finish my work." The middle-aged man said to Li Mingying, and then said to Zhao Ziqian: "
Second brother, don’t worry, I won’t mess up the decorations in the store, I’ll be fine in a moment, please wait a moment.”
This calm and unhurried momentum is more unsettling than the arrogance and domineering one. Yuan Feng looked at the middle-aged man carefully and said slowly: "You are no match for him. You should go out. If you stay, you will die in vain."
These words actually aroused the fighting spirit of Li Mingying and Zhao Ziqian. The two looked at each other and rushed forward. Yuan Feng was right at all. They were no match for the middle-aged man at all. They didn't even touch each other's body.
He flew out, broke through the window of Tongrenju, and fell outside. Both of them suffered serious internal injuries and lay on the ground unable to get up for the time being.
Yuan Feng pulled out the long knife, lowered it to his side, and looked at the middle-aged man calmly, motionless.
The middle-aged man nodded approvingly: "It's interesting, it's worth three hundred taels of gold."
The two of them just stood face to face without moving at all, perhaps appraising each other's strength or looking for each other's weaknesses. In the end, it was the middle-aged man who made the first move. A master's move is often only a flash of lightning. A second later.
, the positions where the two stood changed completely, with their backs facing each other. Yuan Feng suppressed the surge of blood in his chest, and quietly touched his left chest. The clothes and leather chest protector were torn, and there was only three points left.
Within an inch, the heart was pierced.
The middle-aged man touched his face, put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, it was red.
"Seeing blood, the young man's sword skills are really good. You remind me of a person. That was thirteen years ago, also near Lanzhou Prefecture. A guy was carrying a child on his back, took a long knife, and forced me to come out.
Sword, he is very similar to you, but...you are still too young after all."
After saying that, the middle-aged man had a sword in his hand, a simple short sword with patterns all over the sword, which looked like a famous weapon from ancient times.
"It is your honor to die by this sword." the middle-aged man said.
Yuan Feng didn't speak. This man's swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation. Even if his uncle is reborn, he can only take a dozen moves from him. The sword strike just now has exhausted his energy. To be honest, it is considered a long swing to hurt the opponent.
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"Look at the sword!" the middle-aged man whispered, and the dagger stabbed at him. It didn't seem to be very fast, but for some reason, there was a pressure that made it impossible for people to dodge, as if Mount Tai was coming from the top, leaving people with nowhere to escape.
All he could do was wait for death. Yuan Feng was choked by the sword's energy. He couldn't lift the sword to meet him. He couldn't move his legs to dodge. He could only watch the coldly shining copper sword stabbing him.
Suddenly a black shadow flashed across, and a person stood in front of Yuan Bao. The dagger sank into his chest. At the same time, a Hetian jade pendant flew up from the man's chest and split into two pieces. In an instant, the middle-aged man suddenly
The man's eyes hesitated for a moment, and the dagger did not continue to thrust forward, nor did it draw back, it just stopped.
The person in front of me who blocked Yuan Feng's sword was the young man who had been silent just now. Unexpectedly, he was the youngest and the weakest in martial arts, but he was the least afraid of death.
Time seemed to have frozen. The middle-aged man did not move, and Yuan Feng did not dare to move, because the sword was still on Ye Kai's chest. Ye Kai was even more motionless, staring at the middle-aged man with his eyes.
This look made people shudder, because the middle-aged man saw his face when he was young. The only difference was the pair of eyes as clear as water. He had seen such eyes one night more than ten years ago.
The fragments of the Hetian jade pendant have fallen into the hands of the middle-aged man. He dare not look at them because he does not dare to face the facts. Even though he is a world-famous swordsman who is unique in martial arts, he still does not dare to face such cruel facts.
"Where did this jade pendant come from?" the middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice.
"My mother gave it to me."
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Ye Kai."
A bolt from the blue, the scene from sixteen years ago reappeared in front of my eyes. In a brothel in Lanzhou Prefecture, a young swordsman was holding a wine bottle and looking at the drizzle outside the window. A woman with clear eyes hugged his shoulders from behind and said
: "Ye Tianxing, don't leave me, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because I broke your flesh and blood, you are going to be a father. How wonderful it would be for our family to live happily in the future. I have been craving for sour food recently. It must be a boy. I thought about it and called him
The leaves are blooming, the leaves of the leaves are blooming happily."
"The leaves of the leaves are blooming happily..." the middle-aged man muttered silently, opened his palms, and what he held in his hands was the jade pendant he gave to the woman, the gentle Hetian Nuanyu, priceless and exquisitely carved.
, there will be no second one in the world.
The middle-aged man quickly drew his sword, and tapped Ye Kai's chest seven or eight times with his fingers like lightning, locking the vagina, controlling the blood flow, and then said: "Quickly find the golden sore medicine."
The assassin suddenly changed his mind, and Yuan Feng didn't know why, but at this time he had no other choice but to save Ye Kai's life first. When he took out the golden sore medicine from the bag on his horse, the middle-aged man
The man had torn off Ye Kai's clothes, cleaned the wound with strong wine, took Yuan Feng's golden sore medicine, and carefully helped Ye Kai apply it, with kind eyes and gentle techniques, just like a loving father.
There was a crash outside, the doors and windows were broken, and dozens of bows and arrows were raised. It turned out that Li Mingying and Yuan Feng's subordinates had arrived. The middle-aged man continued to treat the wound without raising his head. Yuan Feng raised his hand to signal.
Don't act rashly, everyone, because he has already seen the relationship between the middle-aged man and Ye Kai. The two look so close, they must be father and son!
Fortunately, the sword was blocked by the jade pendant, and the stab was not deep. The treatment was very timely. After a while, Ye Kai's breathing became much smoother. He lay on the table and glared at the middle-aged man: "Why did you save me?
"
The middle-aged man held the jade pendant in his hand and said, "Because... I am your father."
"Bah! My father died a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have let us go hungry and be bullied, and he wouldn't have let his wife starve to death on the streets without enough clothes or clothes.
He will watch his son being sold into a prison to be his father-in-law, and he will not have the dignity of a human being since he was a child!"
The middle-aged man was speechless, but his heart was cut with a knife. He was a prodigal, but the prodigal was not heartless. He had no choice but to leave their mother and son. He never expected that the woman would be so infatuated with him, and would rather starve to death than
I sold the jade pendant I gave as a gift, and I didn't expect that I actually had a son, and he looked so much like me, and even his fierceness was so similar.