Aqiang is a gangster, a young and experienced gangster.
He is not very old, but he has been a gangster for many years and has been around for many years.
Just because he's older doesn't mean he's a successful gangster, he's just a gangster's gangster, or a gangster's gangster's gangster.
So he would pay half a fortune to run errands for a gangster who was a few years younger than him on a winter night. So after he came out, he was not in a hurry to find someone, but swayed and walked crookedly, wishing that he would suddenly jump on the road. Bring out a dog and ask him to kick him twice.
Just like that, it took him three alleys to walk through an alley, and he finally came to the low shack.
Seeing this crooked shack, Aqiang really didn't want to go in. In such a shabby place, he usually wouldn't kick the doors from door to door when sweeping the street, not to mention that his feet would be dirty if he went in and stood there.
He was standing in front of the door, and just as he was about to shout to let the old blind man come out on his own, he heard the faint sound of strings coming from the darkness.
The silk strings are squeaking and hoarse, and they are said to be music. They are not in tune, not in tune, and have a slight twist. Listening to it in the dark night, it sounds like moaning, sighing, trembling, as if a few claws are scratching the bottom of the heart, and it can be heard in people's hearts Hairy.
Even though Aqiang was quite courageous, he was agitated when he heard the voice calling the old blind man. He immediately choked in his mouth and even wanted to run away.
but……
The unpleasant sound of silk and bamboo seemed not to be the reason why the semi-senior members of his dignified Eight-legged Gang were frightened and ran away with their heads in their hands?
Maybe the old blind man was bored and playing the string in his bed? His string instrument is inherently unpleasant, so it's not surprising to hear such noise.
Having said that, Aqiang didn't dare to kick in the door directly. Instead, he leaned down and leaned close to the crack of the door with his eyes. The firewood door of the shack leaked air in all directions, and there were several large gaps that could be seen from the outside.
In the house, there was an old and hunched figure, living in a torn cotton-padded jacket and holding a harp.
Sure enough, it was the old blind man playing the string.
He did not play by himself in bed, but sat on a rare intact bench in the shack, holding the string, talking and singing, singing and talking for a while, with his back straight and a pair of blind gray eyes. Turn it up and it's already in a performance state.
If it's a human voice, that's fine.
But...why does it sound so ugly?
This was Aqiang's first thought.
He and Teng Liang were both frequent visitors to the small restaurant, and they had listened to the old blind man's Xianzi music played by Teng Liang more than once. Although he didn't understand why this thing was worthy of being screamed over and over again by the aggressive and ruthless Brother Teng, he still felt that listening to it while eating was enough to satisfy the meal.
How can it smell like the underworld?
Immediately afterwards, he discovered the clues. Although the old man seemed to be sitting upright, his whole body was shaking slightly. His white beard was shaking so much that his fingers were shaking so much that the sound of the string fluctuated. Not as good as cotton.
He seemed to be sitting in a pot, giving a performance to a man-eating tiger, and the next moment the sheep would fall into the tiger's mouth.
So, the tiger is here...
He squinted his eyes and saw a figure.
only one person.
From his angle, he could actually only see half of the profile, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He only saw that the other person did not sit down, but was standing in the shack, with his head almost touching the roof of the shack. Although strange, this person appears to be tall and oppressive.
Other than that, the only thing that could be seen was that the man was wearing a cloak. Not to mention his skin, not even a piece of his clothes was exposed. All he could see was that he had black hair and seemed to be a young man.
Is this person... a big man-eating tiger?
This must be a martial arts master!
After all, Aqiang had been in a gang, and he had heard a lot of legends in the world. He also often listened to storytellers and songs. In those stories, masters were as mysterious as ghosts, like dragons and tigers, and could easily kill someone in ten steps. The little villain died miserably.
Although in Aqiang's dreams, he always represents a master, dreaming of unscrupulous rivers and lakes, but he knows what kind of thing he is. If he really meets such a master, he will be killed casually without knowing his name.
Leaked, leaked!
Taking advantage of the unpleasant sound of the strings to cover up the sound of his footsteps, he slowly turned around, only taking one more look to the side before leaving.
At this glance, he saw a pile of black coal at the old blind man's feet.
Is this a lot of carbon?
Carbon prices are high this year, so my family has switched to burning firewood. The old blind man's family is rich and he has saved a lot of charcoal.
Wait, why is there something wrong with the shape of the carbon...
The fork is like a human finger...
"ah--"
Suddenly realizing something, Aqiang screamed.
His screams disturbed the people in the room, who suddenly turned around, their eyes like cold stars!
There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and then, my eyes were filled with brilliance.
thump!
The next moment, he had fallen headfirst. He plunged into the smelly ditch.
Smelly ditch? !
The stinking ditch had frozen over, and the ice was still thin. His head just passed through the thin ice and plunged into the bottom.
Aqiang jumped up and crawled out with his head in the mud. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had moved into the ditch next to the side street. He had already left the alley and was at least a hundred feet away from the shack.
Damn it... Damn it!
Aqiang wailed, and ran away without knowing whether he was wet or smelly. He ran all the way home, forgetting all about the shack, drinking, and getting half a pound of money.
Here, the light dissipated, and the cloaked man turned his back to the door, looking at the old blind man who was so frightened that he was lying on the ground holding the strings. He didn't seem to care about what was going on behind him? Dandan said: "Who are you? Are you the leader of those gangsters? Have I stabbed the gangster's ant nest? They come one by one, and now even the ant king is here?"
Tang Zhao used the sword elephant to send away the gangster whose life was hanging by a thread. He opened the crooked firewood leaf and stood at the door without entering the shack. From this angle, he could completely block Teng Liang and said: "No. I don't Recognize them."
The man still didn't turn his head and said calmly: "Since you don't recognize me, why did you stop me?"
Tang Zhao glanced at the charcoal at the old blind man's feet with disgust, and said, "Who can't stop this from taking care of people's lives?"
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The man gave a short sneer and said: "Human lives? Just trash. Even if a hundred of them die, they are not worth a penny. Your martial arts is not weak, but you use it to save such scum. It is really ridiculous."
Tang Zhao said: "They are just bastards. Do you just want to eliminate harm for the people? If it is really just to draw a sword to fight injustice, you can only rely on..."
He moved his eyes to look at the sword that the man had just drawn. It was the sword that had just fired a bolt of lightning. Although the lightning was only as thick as a hair, it was enough to burn one or two people into charcoal.
"It's just a magic weapon."
He definitely identified the sword.
The magic weapon is a sword, not a swordsman. Even if a swordsman has a magic weapon, his first choice is always his sword.
But only the magic weapon may not be weak.
The magic weapon carries the sword skill, which is higher than the sword skill. If used well, it may be able to kill the weaker swordsman, because the swordsman has no sword skill. Especially for rules-based swordsmanship, you can even kill with one hit if the conditions are met.
The sword skill of this magic weapon should be thunder. Although thunder may not be as unreasonable as regular swordsmanship, it is extremely powerful, extremely explosive and extremely fast.
There is a chance to win with one blow.
But there are not many opportunities.
After all, the gap between ordinary people and swordsmen is all-round. There may only be one chance. Once you get into a long battle, the outcome will be decided.
So while Tang Zhao was on guard, he was also very restrained and had no intention of taking the initiative. He wanted to observe the fluctuations of the magic weapon. If he could induce the only opportunity, he would be in an invincible position.
"Moreover, you killed indiscriminately in this old artist's house, forced him to sing to you, and scared him like this. What are you going to do? Do you really want to listen to the music?"
The old artist who had shrunk into a ball moved, as if he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but then closed his mouth and shrank tighter.
Tang Zhao wanted to nod in greeting, but the old artist couldn't see it. And even if he talks directly, because it is an unfamiliar voice, the anxious old man may not dare to believe it.
The man still had his back to Tang Zhao, without even turning around, and said: "You know the magical instruments, and you are quite good at it. I'm here to listen to the strings. As long as they don't come in and make noise like those people who just kicked in the door and disturbed my interest, I I don’t care anymore. If your Excellency saves someone, he has already been rescued, so let’s make peace with him.”
Tang Zhao was surprised by the other party's support - he knew clearly that the person coming was a master, but he didn't even look back. Was he particularly confident or stupid? Or both?
He could leave, but when he saw the old blind man cowering in a ball and not daring to call for help, his face darkened and he said, "What if I said, I am also here to listen to music?"
The man turned back suddenly, his eyes wide.
Under the only oil lamp in the room, Tang Zhao saw the man's appearance clearly.
This is a young man of about twenty years old. He has a fair face and looks like a rich man, but his eyes are filled with the murderous aura unique to Jianghu people.
This is Jiang Huzi’s murderous intent.
Who has been wandering around the world for a long time, whose hands are not stained with blood and whose body is condensed with evil spirits? It doesn't matter whether you are male or female, old or young, monk or layman, once you have murderous intentions, you will be violent and violent.
Tang Zhao stood firm and looked calm. Even though the light was dim and shadows appeared on his face, he didn't look ferocious.
It was as if he had really walked into a teahouse, waiting to listen to music.
The man's murderous aura surged wildly, and he turned slightly, turned half sideways, turned his profile to Tang Zhao, and said word by word: "Are you here to hear that story too?"
Tang Zhao said: "I can listen to anything. Old man."
The old cripple didn't realize that he was calling him for a moment. Tang Zhao called out again, and the old cripple said: "This uncle..."
Tang Zhao knew that he was frightened and said: "Liangzi...Teng Liang came with me." He said, pulling Teng Liang behind him.
Teng Liang had just been dazzled by the brilliance, and was trembling with murderous aura. Fortunately, Tang Zhao blocked him, and a gentle aura melted over him. The coldness subsided immediately, but he was not in a daze. Hearing Tang Zhao He spoke and quickly answered: "Old blind man, it's me."
After listening to Liangzi's words, the old lame man felt like listening to fairy music. He got up, his eyes were blind and weeping, and shouted: "Master Liang, Master Liang, save me!"
The man looked calm, and with a move of his hand, Tang Zhao took a step forward at the right time, just in time to lock horns with him.
The man's momentum increased, but Tang Zhao remained unmoved. He even had the strength to block the impact on the old cripple, allowing the old cripple to crawl to Teng Liang, and Teng Liang pulled him up.
After several attacks, the man couldn't move Tang Zhao, and he finally became wary and said: "Okay, okay, since you want to confront me tit for tat, I will give you a seat, you..."
Tang Zhao asked directly: "Old man, what kind of music does this person want to listen to when he comes at night?"
The man's facial features moved slightly, and his murderous aura was concentrated again, as if he wanted to stop the old blind man from speaking, but in the end he did not move.
The old blind man calmed down a little and said: "That's it... Yunzhongqu, an old joke that is at the bottom of the box. It has not been performed for many years and is about to be lost."
Tang Zhao was thoughtful and said, "Can I listen to it?"
The man's sleeves were trembling, and veins popped out in the hand holding the magic weapon. Tang Zhao said: "Okay, it sounds like a good song. Old sir, let's change the place, and can you give us a special performance?"
