The storyteller came to a new city.
This city was originally the territory of the Ninth Prince. This man was obsessed with sex and never did anything serious all day long. As a result, one day, my hair suddenly became curled up for no apparent reason, and everyone suspected that someone had poisoned her. As for this prince, he is really not worth a lot of money nowadays, because there are too many. The former emperor was really good at giving birth. Then the Ninth Prince disappeared, and there was only a son in front of him. Guess what, eight years old.
At the age where even a dog would be disgusted.
But whether the dog dislikes it or not is a matter for the prince's house. The question is who is in charge of this city now - the former vassal state. Some people say that his mother has the final say, while others say that his uncle is in charge, because so far, the development is pretty good.
The child was too young, so the security work in the city became strict. Everyone coming in and out is stopped one by one to see if you have any secret messages, this or that. Although weapons are not explicitly prohibited, after all, there is no one in the world who doesn't have some self-defense - but the Storyteller was still stopped by the guards. After all, that fair appearance really doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner. Fortunately, he was eloquent and was able to trick the guards into letting him in. Firstly, it might be annoying, but secondly, just looking like that probably can't do anything to anyone.
The storyteller walked around the streets all morning, ate two bowls of noodles at noon to feel a little full, and then walked around the streets all afternoon to eat. Not to mention carrying this pair of heavy knives, it is really a good exercise for your body. He thought about it for a long time and felt that he was not good at playing it. It was of little use for self-defense and could only serve as a deterrent. If you pawn it... wouldn't it be a bit of a waste of money? After pondering for a long time, he couldn't think of a good way to deal with this knife. It's really troublesome. If I had known earlier, I would have pulled the rope off that man's head and made him look like a little lunatic. How about making up a new story, telling it more emotionally, this thing is more real. Looking back to see if anyone knows the goods...
There is a big stage in the downtown area, and opera starts at Mao hour. He had no money to buy a ticket, so he found a big tree and climbed up, sitting on the branches and watching from a distance. When climbing a tree, there was really no place to put the knife, so I threw it down the tree first. The breeze is blowing, listening to the ditty, and shaking my legs when I have nothing to do. It is very comfortable. It would be better if I could have a few drinks.
It was getting dark and the play was about to end. It is said that the play will be sung until midnight only when the important people want to see it. The stand is too big and it takes a lot of fuel to light up the surrounding area. The storyteller stretched out and prepared to find a restaurant. At noon, there was a bun shop diagonally across from the noodle shop. It smelled very good, but he was full and didn't eat it, so he went there now. As soon as he lowered his head, his eyes suddenly met the eyes of a person two feet away. His whole body was filled with excitement.
Isn't it? This guy actually got here!
"W-what are you doing!"
The young man raised his eyes to look at him again, but his face was parallel to the straight tree trunk. He really couldn't stand this look, it was like a ghost, or he was looking at a ghost.
"Looking for a knife."
After saying that, the young man raised his hands. With just such a movement, the two scimitars under the tree suddenly felt some kind of gravity and flew towards the young man, with the handles firmly attached to his hands. The storyteller was stunned and stood on the tree. He felt that it was inappropriate to go down now, but it was not a problem to sit on it all the time.
"Hey, I was just kidding you. Now that you've found it, then, can you please take it back?"
"There's no rush. Come down and let's catch up on old times and go to the wine shop for a few drinks."
"Don't be like this, I'm flustered."
"Can you still be flustered?"
The storyteller really wanted to provoke, "Come up if you dare," but looking at the posture just now, he was really afraid that this person would fly up in a swish, and it was not impossible. He thought for a moment and decided to change the subject.
"Then...how did you get this knife back?"
"Recognize the Lord."
"I won't believe it until you do it again."
It’s really unequivocal to say that young people are the same. In the blink of an eye, he threw a pair of knives hard. The two knives spun in the air like flying blades, made a big circle, and really flew back. The storyteller was stunned. He wanted to take this opportunity to run away.
"You've seen it, come down, I won't beat you."
"I'm afraid you'll cut me."
"Then I'll try not to."
"How dare you? Murder is a crime,"
"Then I won't cut it, really."
"I'm afraid you'll slap me, whip me, cut me..."
"If you don't bother me, I'll chop down the tree for you to see if you can get down."
"Why are you so heartless? Flowers and plants are alive too. And who will pay for the damage to the ground!"
"Then don't eat the vegetables."
"I really don't want to eat it. I plan to buy meat buns later. It's been a whole day and I don't have any oil or water in my stomach."
"Lori, you're like a girl."
"Why are you so sexist?"
The stalemate lasted for a long time, and neither of them said anything to spare the other. The young man nodded and said, OK. Then he walked to the tree, leaned back, and sat down. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, as if he planned to spend the night here.
"Hey, hey, why are you like this?"
"What kind?" The young man closed his eyes and said nothing.
"Since you feel where the knife is and have found it, can you stop arguing with me? Everyone lives for food, and it's not easy. Why don't you buy me a few kilograms of meat buns? If you get fat, the tree will collapse."
"Who will pay if the ground is damaged?"
"you……"
"For a few more pounds, I'll eat you to death. Have you ever eaten your stuffed buns?"
"What stuffing?"
"Your stuffing."
"..."
The storyteller is really tired and his mouth is tired. In his whole life, he has seen few people poorer than himself. The young man was still sitting there, hanging upside down, with his ponytail hanging down. Looking at the upside down world, he whispered:
"Okay, you can tell me how much it costs. If I had known, I would have sold it to you in the morning... I agreed in advance, but I don't have much money."
The young man opened his eyes and stood up. Then the storyteller jumped down and landed firmly on the ground. The young man said:
"That's right, I won't make it difficult for you. Go through the process and go to the government office with me."
"Don't, don't, don't!" What's strange is that the storyteller immediately became anxious, "If you have something to say, I'll pay you how much. If you don't have any money, I'll wash the dishes for you and make money, right? No stealing or robbing, really, we Don’t go to the government office, I’m allergic to it.”
The young man was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his wrist and raised it menacingly. The storyteller was startled and found that this boy was really strong, but he did not dare to act rashly.
"Your boy...doesn't he have a criminal record?"
"No, no, don't talk nonsense. I'm very upright."
"You are sneaking around, do you have the nerve to say that you are upright? I see that your hands and feet are not clean. You must have escaped from somewhere where you committed a crime, right? Come with me now."
"I got a - don't worry, really, I'm really allergic. I, my enemies are high up, there are people in the government all over the world, who can kill me. Even if I steal something, I won't be guilty. Die! I really only follow gadgets! To be honest, I would rather be exiled to the South than..."
"you said?"
The young man's eyes lit up. The storyteller was very surprised. Did his ghostly eyes shine for a moment?
"……ah?"
"I'm going to the South Country."
"What?" The storyteller suddenly shook off his loose hand, "You must be sick, go to a place where birds don't poop."
"I'm going to find someone."
"What do I care about you? No, I'm serious. Did you catch the cold last night and freeze your brain? Do you know how many people the court sent there? Not one came back, not one. There are no corpses either. You made this joke to me, I admit that you are much more humorous than me."
"I am serious."
"I'm serious too!"
"I wrote a letter to the court a long time ago, and they replied to me and asked me to go to the capital in person. The first was to confirm whether I had the qualifications, and the second was to issue me a pass, otherwise I would not be able to go to sea. I originally went alone. , but I heard you tell them... you were once a member of the team sent to the South, but you were hit by a shipwreck on the way. You floated back with the wind and the wreckage of the ship. You didn't want to be a hero, you just wanted to save your life. Unexpectedly, they reported losses to the court, and in order to compensate for the annihilation of the entire army, they also sent people to hunt you down, and you escaped... The government you mentioned, but this section?"
"You believe it when I brag?!"
"What if? If you've been there, I think it makes sense. I've never been to the South Country. If you show me the way, I'll let bygones be bygones."
"are you crazy?!"
"I will reimburse all expenses on the way to the capital and after going to the South Country."
"Okay, when will we leave?"
Too fast, too fast to change.
The storyteller certainly has something in mind. He thought about it, pretending to agree first, cheating on food and drinks along the way, and then sneaked away when he became cautious. But he was very happy to be able to stay in an inn tonight instead of sleeping on the street. After following the man for a few steps, he asked:
"Hey, are you really rich? If you were rich, why didn't you stay in a hotel yesterday?"
"In a hurry." He turned his head and stared at him, "But you were all delayed."
"...Okay, okay, it's my fault. Then which family are you rich in? Are you so rich? You also include food and accommodation? You don't want me to eat your leftovers, right?"
"You really talk a lot."
"Just kidding. By the way, what's your name?"
"And you?"
"Ah, I...Qi Huan, just call me Qi Huan. You haven't said it yet."
"Bai Ya."
"Hey, what's your relationship with that murderer 'Strong Arm Cutting Iron'?"
The murderer Qi Huan mentioned is indeed a person. This person's surname is Bai Sha, and he has done countless evil things. There are many bizarre legends about him in the world, all of them smell of blood. People in the industry call him Mr. Bai. None of his cases could be solved, so some people say that if you die miserably under the sword of a "strong arm that cuts through iron", it is really a "kill in vain". As for why he got this title, it was because he had a broken arm, and he had the bone attached somewhere and was given a set of steel blades. Some people say it's on the left, some say it's on the right. They're not sure, and those who can see clearly will probably die. It is said that the knife maker was also brutally killed by him and his body was destroyed.
But, he's been in jail for several years. His deeds have also become legends and history. True and false, false and true.
"He's my dad."
"?"
Qi Huan was stunned for a while and stood still.
"You are joking?"
"believe it or not."
Bai Ya didn't stop, he chased after him and asked doubtfully:
"It's true. Then Master Bai is your father. What are you? Second Master Bai? No, that's grandpa's younger brother. Master Er Bai? Master Bai? Master Bai? Why does it sound weird?"
"That's it - I'm at a disadvantage. I'm his son, so just call me dad."
"roll."
Qi Huan spat.
