He came to a small border town.
This is hardly a backwater. The place is not big, but quite lively. Vegetable and fruit sellers were shouting at the roadside, and many snacks were also put out at noon. Spring has just begun, and the weather has warmed up a bit. Many beautiful flowers have been picked by little girls, put together in colorful colors, and sold to pedestrians to help support their families. It seems that this village is quite wealthy and is in the mood to do such fancy things.
Faint singing came from the small theater in the distance. As he walked, the singing gradually faded and was replaced by another special shouting sound. There is a man playing sword and singing on the street. He talks and sings, except for an occasional voice or two, which is not out of tune. The rest is just talking to describe a wonderful adventure story. Many people gathered around, mostly children. Most children like this kind of extravagant and extravagant things, and adults also like to listen to the excitement.
Strangely, there was no bowl next to him. Even beggars would place a bowl or basket in front of them to collect money. He didn't. Someone threw the coin on the ground. He just smiled and continued to tell his story without picking it up.
So he took a few steps closer to the man, crossed his arms, and listened to the fun together. But within a few words, it was clear that he was talking nonsense. The man said which city lord had given this sword to him when he was still a prince, what kind of merit he had, and what hardships he had experienced since then. When it comes to the emotional part, although I can't say that I burst into tears, I am still heartbroken and regretful. In a lame story that sounds really tragic but the blame was passed to the court at some point, the man finally revealed his true purpose.
"Today, my luck is bad, and I am in such a miserable situation. I hope that all the heroes in the world will lend a helping hand to help this poor abandoned person like me! Although I say that I have a unique skill, I am afraid of hurting innocent people here. , can't be used. Now, I am determined to sell this light sword that has been with me for many years at a low price. I hope you heroes will enjoy it!"
"He is so pitiful, let's help him!" The children all said, pulling on the adults' clothes.
I couldn't stand it anymore and left.
The story was a good one, but a bit cliche. He remembered that there were several popular stories in the past that all had the same routine. Moreover, the emotions are too rich. People who have really experienced big storms are not so exaggerated. Finally...if it weren't for the sword, which he saw on the waist of a guard of a wealthy family he saw on the road, he would still feel somewhat convincing.
It was unmistakable, the scratches on the hilt and quill were exactly the same. Eighty percent, this guy came here secretly.
The auction started inexplicably, and he quietly withdrew from the crowd. Prepare to find the inn in this town. There is still a long way to go before the capital, and we won't be able to get down there for three to five days. I passed through the busy market to buy a cake, and the horse was taken away by someone. He knew who it was, but he had no intention of pursuing it. This old yellow horse was a ghost and a ghost. He ate too much and refused to use any extra strength. When your temper rises, you are asked to carry it, as stubborn as a donkey. I finally caught the opportunity and got rid of it quickly.
Considering that the town was really not big, he really couldn't find any horses that could drive. There were some delays that day, mainly due to a bastard who snatched an old lady's money bag at the alley. He caught him, held back the beating, and sneaked him in front of the old lady. Unexpectedly, she was getting stronger and beat him harder than anyone else with a cane, which shocked him. It was already evening when we arrived at the inn. The big cities not far away allowed carriages and horses to pass through at night, but that didn't work here, so he could only stay for one night.
Unlucky, it was full, so the good intentions were not rewarded. But he was always very adaptable and decided to lie down on the table and sleep all night. He was the type who couldn't get up even if his house was on fire, but the environment didn't create the conditions for him to fall asleep. It was nice to have some peace and quiet, but in the southwest corner of the lobby, farthest away from me, there was a little bastard who was "talking nonsense" whether he drank too much or something. He didn't want to care about it at first, after all, there were several drunkards gathered there. The inn should not serve alcohol! This time when I go to the capital, I must report it to the court.
He buried his head and continued to lie down. Listen, there's something not quite right about the story over there - it sounds a bit familiar. He raised one ear and listened to the somewhat familiar plot. If you listen carefully, your voice is the same as that of the boy who played the sword and sang in the morning. This guy... sounds like he's in his mid-twenties, and his voice is younger than mine. But no matter who it is, disturbing him to sleep is the original sin.
He walked over with the knife.
Although violence cannot solve problems, it can solve the problem creators. Although most of the time, deterrence before violence is committed is enough to stop a lot of unnecessary waste of resources.
The storyteller was indeed stunned for a moment, and the topic came to an abrupt end. The other Jianghu people who drank too much were initially dissatisfied, but seeing the menacing look on his face with knives in both hands, they seemed to be serious and stopped talking. But they didn't just walk away so easily. After all, how can a dozen or so people be afraid of a double-edged sword like you?
"you……"
He was just about to give a few words of instruction when he saw the sword he was bragging about placed on the table. So he grabbed it and weighed it. It feels more expensive than the one in the morning, but not much better. Who knows where this kid got it from? He turned his head and looked at the man again. The storyteller's peach-colored eyes were wandering around, and he was very energetic. His three-quarter bangs were stuck to his forehead, and he tied up a high ponytail with a turquoise hairband at the back. This outfit... is nothing fancy. It's the kind of outfit that people in the world have. It's earthy brown with a gray belt, so it doesn't look dirty. This man looks fair and clean, why is he so evil?
The other party also glanced at him up and down without any worries, his face not changing and his heart not beating.
"Well, this young hero, it seems that you are also a man of the world, right?"
"Cut the nonsense. Have I seen you during the day?"
"Isn't it such an old-fashioned pick-up routine...ugh!"
Halfway through his words, the shining white knife tip was already aimed at his throat. The storyteller swallowed and slowly moved his hand to the sword on the table. He moved the dark knife over and poked it on the table. The tip of the knife sank into the wooden board. The storyteller quickly retracted his hand. At this moment, the onlookers all took a step back, leaving a larger space. There are not so many scenes outside the script of the story about people who drink too much and act bravely. Although drunkenness can make people bold, no one wants to take the initiative to get into trouble.
I had just boasted myself to a great extent, but now I had lost a lot of face. The storyteller stood up with strength and courage. The young man did not move, but the tip of the knife and his gaze moved up as he stood up, without moving his head. The storyteller cleared his throat and said sternly:
"What do we Jianghu people value most? Loyalty. Today you took the initiative to cause trouble. I have a lot of money and I won't care about you. If you offend me, huh, you will reap the benefits. But now I let you go, you can Remember my kindness, if anything happens in the future..."
"Snapped!"
The young man stepped on the bench, but his whole body still didn't tremble. The cracking sound came from the wood under his feet. He probably didn't exert enough force, and the bench just cracked. He is probably more afraid of losing money, but he is not afraid of himself at the moment. He is completely "none of my business". The eyes that rise from bottom to top are like knives, which can cut off a layer of skin on the storyteller's face.
He shrank back slightly and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Ahem - looking at your extraordinary appearance and righteousness, you must be a good hand at punishing rape and eradicating evil. There is a lack of talents like you in the world! The knife is also a good knife! I have never seen anyone as extraordinary as you, let alone I have never had a knife so sharp, so... and so cleanly polished. It seems that you must be famous, traveling between wind and fire, traveling through..."
"You're so bragging, please don't take me with you."
"Brother, there are so many people, please give me some face..."
"It's for your mother."
"Why do you curse?"
"I'm scolding your mother."
"No, you can scold me, but you can't scold my mother. My mother is old..."
"Where's your mother?"
"...Okay, okay, you're all right, right?"
"Where did you steal the sword?"
"What's the matter of stealing? This was the 18th Prince himself..."
"It's a good sword, right? Come on, come on, I'll put my sword here, you can take it and fight it yourself. If you touch it, I'll tell you my last name."
The people nearby were watching the excitement, but the people at the inn could not stand it any longer. They came over and shouted to stop, pulling the two away. The young man gave them enough face and did not continue to make things difficult. On the surface, the storyteller looked like he didn't take it seriously, but in his mind, he was scolding the ancestral graves opposite him for eight consecutive times, but he just didn't have the guts to say it.
The rest had seen enough of the excitement, some went back to their rooms, and some went to the town to find a place to stay. There were only two of them left in the entire lobby, one lying in the northeast corner and the other in the southwest corner, as if they had never interacted with each other. It doesn't matter, the storyteller thought, after today, no one will know anyone. The worst thing is to be more careful this time and stop telling lies in a small place on the same day in the future, so as not to embarrass myself anymore by being nosy. Alas, I originally wanted to brag and live in the house rented by those elder brothers, but who knew that I would be disturbed by this brat, which is annoying.
After thinking about it, he fell asleep on the table. When it was just dawn, he woke up and stretched his waist. His shoulder hurt. Afraid of catching a cold, he secretly cursed what happened yesterday. He stood up, stretched his muscles in the lobby, and walked around to the young man. He was still sleeping deeply. The storyteller quietly put his ear to him and heard that he was breathing evenly. He was probably not awake yet.
The pair of knives on his back... look really good. After all, he is knowledgeable, but he was in a hurry yesterday and couldn't organize his words well. This pair of knives is fast and sharp. I don’t know what material they are made of, but they must be valuable. Thinking of this, he had a nasty idea. So, he first touched the young man, but there was no response, then shouted twice, and still slept soundly.
"Hey, boy, fool, big pig's hooves?"
It seems that he really didn't wake up. So he rolled up his sleeves, tiptoed, and slowly pulled out the pair of scimitars. He had planned to say that he was just joking if he was caught red-handed. Anyway, the carriages and horses have been released, and you can't do anything to me if I run away. Then, he calmed down and pulled out the pair of knives from the metal hoop in one breath.
OK, done!
The knife was really heavy. He almost dropped it to the ground without holding it, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He could still handle it, but he just wasn't mentally prepared. Carrying the new sword he found, he happily sat on his horse, humming a song, and set off towards the vast world.
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