After the rain, the rolling clouds dispersed, but the warm sun still rose in Xuanhua City. A little stream of light seeped out from the gaps in the sky clouds, dyeing the light clouds and penetrating the blue sky. The golden light was numerous, and the charm could not hide its shape.
The sound of bowstrings stopped on the street. Many people who had caught wind of the news early and were not allowed to leave their houses today couldn't bear their curiosity. They all stood up at the second and third floor windows of their homes and looked out on the street. , always thinking that if I can see some big scene today, it will add a little more conversation when I go out to meet friends for tea and drinks in the future. At least it can replace the dull days in the city that have been the same for many years. Pour in two or three drops of old vinegar to give it a slight taste.
"It is true that I am young and have youthful arrogance. I am not even inferior to me back then. It seems that this is the general trend in the world. It will not be because I am waiting for these old people with deep-rooted ideas to get furious. How much can it slow down the pace of the world's general trend." Li Zijing, who was dressed in plain white clothes, felt very emotional for some reason. He stroked the wet water from his cheeks and smiled at the young man in front of him for no reason, "Maybe the years are reversed. For many years, I will be like you. No matter what others say, I will always uphold my true intention. Even if I am weak, I will not give in even a single step. People seem to have this kind of innate spiritual awareness. , knowing that if you take a step back, you will probably have to give in step by step in the future, and in the end you will even forget what you looked like at the beginning."
"What the street owner said is true, but I don't agree with half of what he said." The young man held the knife across his chest, glanced at the surrounding buildings with his peripheral vision, and did not take it lightly. He took two or three steps back to protect Qing Niu and Niu. Qiao Lan, who was still trembling with his head on his back, spoke immediately, "It's not a shameful thing to take a step back. If you take a step back in the future and break the string in your heart, that would be the most shameful thing." , The street owner is a sensible person, and if his path is slightly off, it is not an unreasonable move to turn around in the future."
The man couldn't help but laugh, retracted his folding fan and pointed to the sky, with a playful expression on his face, "It's easier said than done. When people are doing things, ordinary people will say that gods are watching, but in the end, blessings and misfortunes really come to people. On your body? If you try to do things that go against your true intentions, if you taste the sweetness, it will naturally attract people to flock to you and take risks. Then think about the bitter consequences of sticking to your true intentions. Fame, wealth, power, and wealth may not be involved, and Why bother eating dead grass?"
"Young hero came to Bafang Street, but you blocked my sight no matter what. I'll let you take the initiative. If you win, I won't pursue today's matter anymore. Then Miss Qiaolan, you can take it with you by yourself. No need. Worry about the troops chasing behind you."
At this point, both of them knew that they could not persuade each other, so they put away their useless words and looked at each other.
No one has ever seen the Master of Bafang Street take action. Firstly, because of his position, he does not need to use any martial arts, and he does not need to do everything by himself. He can control the entire Bafang Street just by raising countless thugs and warriors under his subordinates. The control was stable, but secondly, his whereabouts were unpredictable and he rarely showed his talents. Therefore, over the years, people in Bafang Street thought that this street owner who was very good at doing business with others was obviously a weak man with an extremely high talent. , but does not practice martial arts. But Yun Zhong knew that after half a year of abandoning his sword, a lot of his calluses had faded, and because the way he punched had nothing to do with swordsmanship, no one could tell that he was a swordsman practicing swordsmanship. The street owner of Bafang Street in front of me, who looked very young, had only met him a few times, and his identity was clearly seen.
So the young man took the green cow under the eaves, slapped it on the head two or three times, hesitated for a moment, put a piece of yellow paper on it, and then stepped back, handing the knife to him in an instant.
But the street owner just put away the folding fan and used the fan bone to fight the knife. The sound of gold and iron clashing with each other spread in the middle of the street.
The folding fan in the man's hand is much shorter than the long sword of the young man. Everyone in the world knows that a short step is dangerous and a long step is strong. He can make six or seven moves in a row. The man's figure is not disordered. Although he is resisting step by step, he is still He caught all the young man's single-sword attackers, not showing any sign of his weakness, and he specially picked the three or five fingers under the tip of the knife to meet him, but the shock made the long knife roar uncontrollably.
Yun Zhong also frowned slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he handed out more than ten moves, all of them were thrown out with all his strength. It should be extremely fast, and it would be difficult for ordinary people in the world to deal with it, but it happened to be this Bafang Jie who had never seen him take action before. The street owner can block the light of the sword from the body with just an iron fan. In recent times, he has never been able to count the horns of antelopes with five fingers. He is surprisingly clever. Everyone in Renjianghu knows that if you are unlucky in kung fu for one day, you will have to retreat for three days to practice hard. But right now, this street owner has never practiced martial arts, and he has mostly been out for sightseeing in the past year. This kind of skill is really weird.
When he changed his stance again, the young man's sword had already slowed down. He did not rely on his speed to defeat the enemy. Instead, he used the waterfall technique and used all his strength. When he stepped on the ground and moved the sword, the bluestone also shook, and when it surrounded Li Zijing's body , the swords and swords did not bypass the vital point, and used enough strength to shake the iron fan and almost let it go, but still there was no sign of victory. Li Zijing's fan movement was extremely fast. After changing his moves from beating the boy, he finally slowed down. With the extremely powerful sword at the moment, he spread his fan again, reached out his arm and took a step back, and hit the fierce force of the blow. The knife came by mistake, slashed across the fan, and hit the bluestone at the sole of his feet, sending up spider webs all over the ground.
Between the changing moves, the fundamentals are revealed.
So Li Zijing in white used his fan to display his full-time sharpness, and actually suppressed the young man in black. Although his technique was slightly inferior, the young man was not holding a sword after all, so he pressed forward step by step. , had to change to defensive.
After all, people who lived nearby came to the second floor to take a look. They were all shocked as if they were struck by thunder, and called their family members to come and take a look. After all, no one has ever seen this Bafang Street owner who rarely shows up before. He is so skilled. It is obvious that the young man in black is much better than the ordinary people in the world by looking at his sword-wielding posture. However, the momentum was steadily suppressed by the man in white, and it was difficult to turn the spotlight around. The sound of weapons clanking in the street was so dense that it was already one continuous sound, and it was difficult to distinguish it with ordinary human ears.
From the beginning to the end, Qiao Lan's whole body was trembling slightly, and just now the crossbow rang. Although he was of good nature, he had never seen such a scene before. He put his arms around Qingniu's neck with great effort, and was already covered in cold sweat. Not to mention that even though he is an outsider, he can still see that the young man in the field originally stretched out his sword, but it has gradually become difficult to see the trace, and he is retreating step by step. He obviously knows the situation in the field, which is very unsatisfactory.
To this day, Qiao Lan still doesn’t know why this young man with whom he has not had many interactions acted like this. He was originally a gangster who had no worries about money in the street. He was treated favorably by the street owner, so he should have a good life here and listen to the street owner’s orders. Yes, but it happened that such a young man with whom he had few friends actually spared no effort to send him out of the city, and even stirred up such a disturbance that the street owner took action.
After fighting for a stick of incense, Li Zijing pulled the iron fan back for no reason. After taking two or three steps back, he had no intention of taking action anymore.
Only a young man with many torn clothes on his chest and arms was left on the spot. The bright red sleeves were stained with blood and slid down. If your eyesight was poor, the bright red color in the black shirt was invisible.
"I said on the day I was attacked that I am not a martial arts practitioner, but if I were to face a martial arts practitioner, even if that person has unparalleled means, I would not necessarily lose."
Li Zijing's expression was very strange. He clearly had the upper hand, but there was no trace of joy on his face. Instead, he was filled with cruelty and sorrow. He put away his folding fan and looked at the young man quietly, regardless of how the latter responded. , talking to himself, "Some things are really not as easy as the young hero thought, nor are they as clear as they appear on the surface. Perhaps only after death can someone be able to figure out a little bit of the feeling. But Li Zijing is no longer Li Zijing, no matter in front of the world or in front of the people in Bafang Street, there is no one named Li Zijing, but they all have to respectfully ask the street owner."
"Actually, I've been jealous for a long time. I'm jealous of those people in the world. No matter what I think about, I don't need to take too much care. I'm not controlled by all kinds of things. I just let the ape run wild. , being outspoken and outspoken, he would curse the absurdity of the world, but Li Zijing could do such things, but the Bafang Street owner couldn't, so the jealousy was boundless and grew day by day."
Yun Zhong's expression moved slightly, but he still picked up the single sword and refused to retreat.
This street owner has been very strange in both expression and speech since just now. He has been in Bafang Street for at least half a year and has met several times. Yun Zhong has never seen Li Zijing look like this. It is very strange. But he didn't know what was strange, so he had to stand quietly.
Wei Huzhou has already left the city, but now that he has not returned, he may have a hard time fighting. If he delays for a while longer, his life may be in danger. But the young man urged Huang Long hundreds of times, and even made the yellow rope on his wrist hit the front of the iron fan on the street owner's hand. The yellow rope only resisted the front of the fan, and there was no movement at all. The internal energy left in the body in the past two days was also If there is only a little bit left, it may not be possible to leave the body. In the current situation, there is really nothing that can be done.
"Well, I guess no one in this city can listen to me calmly. Therefore, even if I do good or evil, the cause and effect will fall on the Bafang Street owner. As for Li Zijing, it is just a cicada in winter and summer. No one cares." The man sighed, and immediately his expression returned to calm. He unfolded his folding fan and waved it slowly twice toward the surrounding buildings without speaking again.
A rain of more than a hundred arrows, denser than before, came in an instant, but did not go towards the young man. Instead, they rushed towards the woman Qingniu under the eaves, and were in front of him in an instant.
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