Within the territory of Zihao, three hundred miles away from Sword King Mountain, a restaurant was opened a while ago. Not to mention that all the fine wood was used, and the tiles were also the gilded red tiles that are common in Zihao Imperial City. The sun has burned it, making it exceptionally clear and discernible. Even the wine jars in the building are well-carved and the wine is refreshing. He was willing to spend a lot of money to decorate the restaurant, which naturally attracted many passers-by to stop in a short time. Even if he didn't want to spend the money for a stay, if he had some spare cash, he would still order a ladle of wine to satisfy his cravings.
The people in Zihao drink a lot, so they can naturally taste the taste of the wine. At the same price, the taste of the wine in this new restaurant is mellower than the wine in a radius of one or two hundred miles, and it is equivalent to money. Naturally, I wanted to drink something better, so within a month or so, the drunken passers-by all around me suddenly stepped into this place, asking for a pot of wine, and maybe two plates of side dishes, and the business became more and more prosperous.
But the owner of the restaurant has never shown up, and no one knows where he got such good-tasting wine. Such strange things have gradually become anecdotes among people in this area after dinner.
It was early today, the restaurant had not yet opened its doors to welcome customers, and it was raining like a crisp. On the third floor, there were two people wearing raincoats, looking like they were watching the rain scene, but the young man clearly had a depressed face and stared hard. He glanced at the old man next to him, held the railing with one hand, and looked out.
"Don't worry about it. I've long said that I don't want to practice swordsmanship anymore. I won't let you go unless I pester you. In the end, I'll come back in vain. Why bother? If you have that free time, it's better to go back to the mountains and wait for the swordsman who rushes from the mountains and fields. If the little devil comes out and serves you well, he might even receive more rewards." The cuff of the man's right arm was empty, and he turned out to be a man with a broken arm. At this moment, his expression was angry, "He's been eating and drinking here all day long. If you don’t pay for the drinks, what’s going on?”
The old man chuckled and put his hands into his sleeves, "What do you mean? When were you in the mountains not served by me? I had to help with cleaning the courtyard, serving wine and dishes, and sharpening swords. After so many years, I haven't been with you yet. All you need to pay for running errands is two bottles of wine. He’s stingy, no wonder he can’t beat that wild boy.”
The young man was furious and kicked the old man on the waist, but the latter deftly dodged it and landed in the air. The old man couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Look, I haven't practiced martial arts for just a few days, and my skills have deteriorated." If you are in such a situation and remain like this for a few months, not to mention the wild boy who is born with swordsmanship, even a local snake walking in the street can beat you to the ground with one arm. Tsk tsk, dignified sword. Wang Shan competed with the leader, but now he is in extremely miserable condition."
After missing the target, the man did not attack again. Instead, he leaned against the window lattice, wrapped himself tightly in his raincoat and looked outside. He saw that the rain was pouring down on the sky, and the whole long street was shrouded in rain curtains. He could not see the distant road or the near distance. Building, my heart was filled with love, not even a single crack was exposed, and I suddenly felt bored.
"I have been practicing for many years, but my swordsmanship is still not as good as others. What can I do? If I can't beat him, I can't beat him. Let alone an arm. So what if I lose my life. I, Yuan Benmo, can't afford to lose. Since I took away an arm, I won't practice swordsmanship at all. , if you open such a restaurant, you can live a hundred years in peace."
The young man spoke quite easily, but his left hand kept swiping back and forth at the base of the window.
The old man came forward, pouting and mockingly said, "Yuan Benmo, the famous Yuan Benmo on the Sword King Mountain, turned out to be a person with an elegant mind. He could pick up the sword when he went up the mountain, but he could let go of his ambitions when he came down the mountain. I admire him. But why have I never heard of you Yuan? Do you want to open a restaurant here? If you throw away an arm, everything in the world will be ignored, and I really admire you in my heart. "
The young man in gray didn't pay attention to the old man's sarcasm, rolled his eyes, and cursed angrily, "There are really people standing here talking about how their waist and legs don't hurt. If I cut off your sword-wielding right hand, can you still make waves? If you don't have any swordsmanship, why don't you retreat into the world and make fun of others? I won't do such stupid things."
The rain became heavier, hitting the eaves of the house, and the water mist spread everywhere, leaving only the swallows that had not found the shelter, their tails were like swords cutting silk, and they flew low in the aisles.
The old man's expression of amusement swept away, "So just because you lost your right arm, you will run out of the world in embarrassment and never want to lift the sword again?"
The young man said nothing and squinted at the rainwater pouring into the ditch outside the window. There were no lights on the whole road, and the bird was frightened.
"In the past, there was a swordsman in Daqi. He provoked a ruthless man. In the early years, he had his enemies cut off an arm and a foot. He also cut off the heads of the entire family. Only his life was spared. He was thrown into the river and did not drown. You just grinded out half a foot of calluses on your hands and feet, practiced the sword with your left hand to perfection, and finally became a master of swordsmanship. God favors you, kid. Although your swordsmanship is not as good as others, you just stepped into the three realms when you came out of the mountain. Considering your age, God I can't find many of them down there, so I just waste my time in confusion all day long, which is really useless."
After saying that, the old man took out a long sword from his coir raincoat and sighed slightly, "Originally I wanted to give you a sword. This sword was used by me when I was young. It is not as good as the sword king mountain master, but it is stronger than ninety percent of the people in the world. Jiu’s good sword, now I see it, is just a waste of effort.”
"It doesn't matter how good a sword is if it's not useful to a man, it's just a piece of scrap metal."
The old man waved his hand, "Yuan Benmo has lost one arm, and the heart of the sword has also been lost. I will send someone to give you some money later, and you can do business here. There are thousands of jobs in the world, and you may be able to live a comfortable life. Let's go. .”
Until the old man, wearing a raincoat, walked down three floors and stepped onto the water-filled street, the young man did not make any move. He just tapped the window edge with the five fingers of his left hand, making a lonely sound that dissipated in the heavy rain. Not clear.
Thunder struck the ground.
On the third floor, no one was visible.
The old man raised the unsheathed long sword in his hand for no reason, and resisted the incoming man's inevitable punch. His smile slowly appeared, two coins were ferocious, six coins were happy.
Yuan Benmo punched more than 200 punches with a single punch, causing countless water to accumulate in the street. Each of them was blocked by the sword in the palm of the old man's hand without moving.
Like a great tide, the powerful sword energy surged out from the empty cuff of the young man's right arm, rushing like a snake and a tiger, breaking through the heavy rain, and hit the sword in the old man's hand violently, causing thunder and thunder.
The sword energy came out with only emotion, but he didn't know when it would end. Suddenly, the inner energy burst open the shops and restaurants on both sides of the long street, and the wine tables all fell down and flowed away with the water.
"Comfortable?" The old man grinned.
Yuan Benmo's sword energy raged for a whole hour. Except for the restaurant, there was no house on the street higher than two feet.
The one-armed young man no longer had any inner energy to hold himself up, so he simply fell into the rain, howling incessantly. He only used his left arm to slap the stagnant water, looking like a madman.
"God damn it, the Wa Dog kid is so fast with his sword, my sword is not bad at all."
The old man just sat aside, his eyes blazing, listening to the young man sometimes crying sadly, sometimes laughing loudly, scolding him until he lost an arm in pain, and laughing so hard that the sword energy filled the sky.
The streets are like dragons, and the buildings are like mountains. The mountains are flat and the dragons are lying on the ground. I have sword energy.
