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At noon in the autumn sun, it hangs like ten thousand swords striking the air and falling to the ground.
On Wuli Street, pedestrians were busy coming and going, as if the life-and-death battle last night had never happened. The bodies of the Black Tu Gang had been processed by the Baiyun Gang overnight, and the blood stains on the ground had long been washed away, and the smell of blood was also carried by the night wind.
Gradually dispersed.
But if you have a keen sense of smell, you can still smell the residual bloody smell.
Lin Xiao walked out of the largest blacksmith shop and sighed leisurely, still not buying a sword that he was satisfied with.
The swords in the blacksmith shop were similar to the swords in the gang's arsenal, but they were 50% more expensive. For Lin Xiao, it was better to go to the gang's arsenal and buy one.
Even though we are rich now, we cannot waste it.
Or, find a time to go to the county town and buy a sword of better quality.
While walking along the street, Lin Xiao suddenly saw a lot of people gathering on the street. He vaguely heard something like a sword, and his heart moved. He walked over a few steps and squeezed into the crowd.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd."
"Why are you squeezing? You're rushing to be reincarnated."
But when he turned around and saw Lin Xiao's indifferent expression, and saw the Baiyun Gang logo on his body, he immediately shrank his neck and withdrew from the crowd. He couldn't afford to offend him.
After a while, the area around Lin Xiao became empty, and no one dared to squeeze with him.
Although the Baiyun Gang has strict rules and will not harass or target ordinary people under normal circumstances, a gang is a gang and will always make people fearful. Lin Xiao will not bully ordinary people, but he will not deliberately treat them well.
Ignore whatever is irrelevant.
In front of him is a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the floor. His long hair is tied back casually with a piece of grass. He has gray-white temples and a handsome face. His eyes are deep, his nose is high and his chin is stubbled. His face seems to have a tinge.
He looked a bit lazy and casual, as if he didn't care about anything. His shoulders were broad, his back was straight, and he was wearing an old gray robe. He looked like he was wearing the stars and the moon, and was dusty, like a prodigal from the end of the world.
The middle-aged man held a shiny red sandalwood wine gourd in his left hand and was drinking it one sip after another. On the ground to his right was a sword.
The blade of the sword was bright, with feather-like lines, and the blade was slightly green. The half of the sword near the sword pit had a raised ridge, and the half of the sword at the edge had blood grooves.
Lin Xiao's eyes turned and his eyes were immediately caught by the sword, and he could no longer look away.
A good sword! With the sword sense that Lin Xiao has honed through his basic swordsmanship, he can tell at first glance that it is a good sword. It is better than the iron sword he bought from the gang's arsenal for one tael of silver.
There are many swords on it.
But how much better it was, Lin Xiao couldn't tell.
All in all, it was a good sword. The first time he saw it, Lin Xiao's heart beat faster.
On the floor under the sword, there were lines of words written like dragons and flying phoenixes. The handwriting was unrestrained and unruly without being messy. Instead, it gave people a sense of beauty like flowing clouds and flowing water. But Lin Xiao could see from the handwriting that
Some doorways and those words were carved with swords, and every word seemed to contain a ray of edge.
"The sword passed down from family is only given to the destined person. Whoever can pull it up can take it away."
There is also a line of smaller words below: If you want to draw the sword, you must first pay one tael of silver.
"I want this sword." A voice sounded. Lin Xiao looked and saw that it was a small leader of the Baiyun Gang. After the voice fell, he took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of the middle-aged man. He walked directly to the sword and stretched out his hand to hold the sword.
handle.
In the next breath, the little leader suddenly exerted his strength, and with a clang, the sword was pulled out.
"Hahahaha, this sword is mine." The little boss laughed endlessly, and Lin Xiao saw that the middle-aged man seemed stunned and caught off guard.
"Wait a minute." The middle-aged man immediately said, "Your money is fake and it won't count this time."
"What, you dare to slander me..." The little leader looked angrily, his eyes widened and he couldn't say anything. He saw the middle-aged man pinching the silver and gently rubbing it with his fingers, and the silver turned into
Debris fell rustlingly.
"Fake."
"It's really fake."
"The people from the Baiyun Gang actually used fake money."
"It breaks into pieces when you knead it. It must be made of mud."
There were low-pitched discussions all around.
Lin Xiao's pupils shrank, and his heart was horrified.
That is definitely not fake money, it is real silver. The texture of silver is indeed relatively soft. With my current burst of strength, it is enough to crush the silver, but crushing it and crushing it into crumbs are two different concepts.
After laughing a few times, the little leader immediately put the sword back in. He didn't dare to say anything or ask anything, and immediately retreated.
He is not stupid, he is someone who can easily crush money into crumbs, something even the big boss of the gang cannot do.
What does this mean? It means that this person who looks like a prodigal is actually a master, at least a master of internal martial arts.
I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend.
The middle-aged man flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, and the sword suddenly trembled, emitting a clear and pure melodious sword sound, so sweet that it was as intoxicating as a piece of fairy music.
"One tael of silver, right? I can afford it." A strong man strode out and handed the one tael of silver to the middle-aged man: "Let's see if it's real money."
The middle-aged man looked at it pretendingly and nodded: "It's real money."
"Then put it away, and don't wait until I pull out the sword and say it's fake money." The strong man yelled. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and lifted it, but it didn't move. He tried to lift it again, but it still didn't move.
"Oh, I don't believe it." He muttered, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and used all his strength to pull it out, which made him blush and neck thick, but he still didn't move at all.
Then, there were three more failures, and Lin Xiao immediately retreated.
He was suspected to be a master of in-house training and presented a sword and a tael of silver. Could it be that he was trying to get some money to drink in a bar? It looked like a routine. Even though Lin Xiao was coveting the sword, he was unwilling to fall into the trap.
"Little brother, stop." A voice came. Not only did Lin Xiao not stop, but he walked faster, as fast as flying, as if there was a wolf chasing behind him.
"Little brother, from your appearance, I think you are destined for someone. Why don't you give it a try." The voice seemed to ring in his ears, and no matter how quickly Lin Xiao left, it was always clear.
"Hehehehe." Lin Xiao sneered, feeling more and more that this was a trick. If he fell into the trap, he might lose everything. He walked faster and faster: "I believe you are a ghost. You want to defraud me of a tael of silver."
Staring at Lin Xiao's retreating back, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and said as if talking to himself: "Young people are quite wary, but what should be yours will be yours, and you can't escape it."
Hanging the wine gourd around his waist, he stood up. His figure was tall and strong. The moment he stood up, he felt like he was about to spread his wings and fly high.
I saw him standing up with his sword, sheathing it, and waving his sleeves. The words carved on the floor were directly wiped out without any trace. As for the silver coins, he paid no attention to them. Everyone only felt that there was a phantom in front of their eyes.
, and it seemed like there was a gust of wind blowing, and when I came back to my senses, there was no one in front of me, the sword was gone, the words were gone, and only a few taels of silver were left.
"My silver."
"Go away, that's my money."
A group of people suddenly got into a fight over the few taels of silver.