"Of course it's understandable that everyone should speak based on his or her ability when going out. But after all, Brother Han is too old and his skills are not as good as those of the young and strong squad leader, so it's natural. Then again, when it comes to the ability to identify roads and beaches, Brother Han should be regarded as the best. Count one to two, he has done his best for many days, and everyone in the caravan must have seen it, and he has not neglected his duties." When it comes to talking skills, Yun Zhong, who has seen countless quarrels and curses in the small town, really has nothing to do with it. A little bit of timidity.
Previously, the young man carrying the sword had many disrespectful words, and even Yun Zhong, who was good at persuading, also scolded him. Because of Yiyun Zhong's temper, he can't help but get angry, but he still doesn't want to live in disputes, so he still uses reason to understand.
Everyone in the caravan heard that the two people were arguing, and they all moved closer to each other, as if listening to a few words of quarrel could alleviate the temporary boredom under the scorching sun. In addition, this young man carrying a sword has a lot of background. He can be said to be very proficient in a single sword attack. If the two of them are in a stalemate and turn to swords against each other, it will undoubtedly add another drama to everyone.
The young man holding the knife looked sideways at Yun Zhong, "When did the saying "not seeking no merit but seeking no fault" become a compliment? Moreover, at noon, when the sun was the strongest, he did not point out a clear path. Instead, I let you brothers endure the heat and heat here. Is this what you say is dedicated to your responsibilities?"
"That's right, you are still young, and the dangers here are beyond what a young person like you can understand."
The onlookers felt more and more strange. According to the usual temperament of the young man, he would only make a few sarcastic remarks about Han Xi at most. He got along well with others. Although he occasionally spoke rudely, everyone knew that this man's tongue was extremely sharp, and over time, he became accustomed to it.
But at this time, the young man's conversation obviously turned from Han Xi to this young man who didn't know the details. Every sentence was in sharp contrast, refusing to give in to each other.
"Whether it's a young child or a veteran in the world of martial arts, you have to pay attention to your words when doing things. There is no leader in the world who doesn't make mistakes, let alone being subjected to such language arrangements every day. If it were someone else, don't say it. Show me a clear path." Before he finished speaking, Yun Zhong was already walking toward the carriage with his long sword in his arms. When he stepped into the carriage with his front feet, he slowly finished the second half of the sentence, "I'm afraid I can point you to a clear path. Any place of death is nothing unusual."
In Shiwan Mountain, Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong met such a passing businessman, rushing to do business elsewhere alone with a car and a person. There was not much water left in the water bags of the master and the disciple, so Wu Shuang stepped forward to find out where there were mountain and stream water sources in the surrounding area to make up for what they needed on the road.
Perhaps it was because the two of them had just finished practicing their swords, and neither of them put their swords back into the carriage, but hung them around their waists. When the merchant saw the two men carrying their swords, he was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly pointed in the direction. , then drove away without looking back.
Wu Shuang took Yun Zhong and went straight away, but the direction was exactly opposite to what the merchant pointed out.
Later, Yun Zhong learned that the direction pointed by the merchant was a wolf lair forty or fifty miles away. To this day, Yun Zhong still remembers the fleeting look on Wu Shuang's face. Wu Dajian, the swordsman who traveled all over the world but still rarely encountered an opponent, for the first time did not explain a word to Yun Zhong, but wrote all about his gloomy look. Full eyebrows.
In a daze, Yun Zhong looked up and saw the young man with the knife standing up from the resting place and walking straight towards the carriage.
"Your sword is good."
It wasn't until the young man approached that Yun Zhong took a closer look at this person's appearance and clothing for the first time. I have to say that the person in front of me looks more like a wandering knight than Yun Zhong. Wearing a goose-yellow short coat, the cuffs and trousers are tied tightly, without any unnecessary decoration, making it even more refreshing and convenient.
If there is anything special about it, it is that this young man has a knife on his waist. The swords held by ordinary people usually have leather sheaths, which are mostly dull in color, but the leather sheath of the young man's sword is slightly purple.
"Your knife is better." Yun Zhong said calmly as he sat firmly in the car.
The young man took off the knife, held it in front of his chest and said lazily, "It's hard to say. You have to try it to know whether it's good or not. You can only make moves, not get in."
There are frequent discussions in the martial arts world, and the moves mentioned by the former are just as point-and-shoot. The sword is not attached to the body, let alone the vital point. The swords are only slightly staggered to perform moves, and the number of broken moves is used as the proof of victory. It can be called a literary fight.
If a sword enters one's body, it is a sword-and-gun blind fight. Life or death depends on one's fate. If one stabs through the heart with a sword, it will be in vain.
"Master told me before he left to avoid trouble."
"Who can protect you until you are old? You have to do some things yourself to know how to weigh yourself." Before Yun Zhong could reply, the young man impatiently raised the long purple-sheathed sword and raised it towards the former three times. .
As a result, the people in the surrounding caravans could no longer sit still. Except for a few tired men who were napping, almost all of them came forward to watch the competition. Raising the weapon flatly means inviting each other to move. Raising it three times again means giving way to the three moves first, which means that Yunzhong can make the first three moves.
Such a big move can naturally arouse people's interest, and everyone does not know how good Yun Zhong is. Since then, they have lost a lot of their sense of embarrassment and are all trying to cheer up the young man who came in midway. What's the secret?
Outside the crowd, two people were sitting in the tent of the leading car.
A businessman with a big belly and an old man in his sixties with a gray beard were sitting across from each other drinking.
The old man was very bold when drinking. He picked up the jug and took a big gulp, almost drinking up the full jug of strong liquor. "I must have seen Tang Bufeng's sword skills several times. If you want to bet on this, I'm afraid you, the master." If you lose, everything will be empty."
The leader had no choice but to take a sip of the wine in the glass, "Lao Sanjin, Lao Sanjin, if you continue to be so addicted to gambling, your title of Lao Sanjin will have to be changed to that of an old gambler. Besides, if you really want to You have to bet at a price you can afford, right? Borrowing money from me every time and then betting against me, what's this?"
The heroic old man, known as Lao Sanjin, not only showed no sign of sarcasm when he heard this, but instead had a face full of troubles, and he smiled particularly stupidly.
"It is said that there is no dishonest businessman, but who would have thought that you, an old man, can be smarter than me in making calculations. This time, please don't try to cheat money or gamble."
After a moment of silence, the head of the house rubbed his fat face with his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "If we really want to bet, I really think Tang Bufeng may not have the upper hand. Not to mention how good this young man is now, but his Master, it is true that even veterans like you and me cannot see through the slightest depth."
"That's not necessarily the case," Lao Sanjin pushed the wine bottle aside and put one leg on the carriage seat, his mood waning.
"When I was young, I didn't pretend to be a noble person, and I was eager to ask people to say a few nice things. I acted like a superior person, but I may not be an expert. Moreover, the temperament of this young man is quite bad in my eyes. .”
