There are no lights in the small building yet, but martial arts practitioners with eyesight better than that of a falcon can see the fluorescent light flickering on and off above the small building with little effort. In fact, they don't bother the old servant sitting downstairs. To speculate, this Honglu Pawnshop owner who pretended to be seriously injured has never been addicted to alcohol. Since I followed this person, I only saw Peng Sanwu going upstairs to drink when he was planning the Honglu Pawnshop disaster. He only had a few drinks. Three cups, but today is different. For half an hour, I can still hear the sound of cups being rubbed with palms.
There is a rather dazzling callus in the palm of the old servant's hand, which seems to be left over from old injuries for many years. People who practice martial arts can probably see the clues. The injury has not yet formed a scab, so he practiced swordsmanship hard and trapped the injured area in the callus. , to have such a terrifying cocoon shape. At this time, he raised his head and looked at the direction of the small building upstairs, clicked his tongue twice, and whispered to himself in front of the callus.
"I think that this great master has never had the thoughts of ordinary people, let alone any concern for brotherhood. People like this who can do great things will never regard the lives of old brothers as anything serious. I finally planned to put an end to this matter today, and it was rare that I showed my remaining humanity, but it was really unexpected."
The old man babbled on, rubbed the calluses, and smacked his lips with emotion, "That's right, two broad avenues suddenly appeared in front of me, one is for officialdom, and the other is for self-cultivation. How many people can encounter such a double happiness? What's more, this ingenious design, which even we didn't see the clue at first, kills three birds with one stone. It is estimated that within a few decades, both the Honglu pawnshop and the official position will be destroyed. Being able to sit peacefully and sit back and relax, although I feel a little sorry for the little conscience I have left, it is a huge benefit anyway."
"With our abilities, it's really not difficult to kill a few people with his level of cultivation. But now we have to be submissive. After all, it's because of their high skills."
The old servant never showed much emotion in front of others, but when he raised his head again after saying this, the cold smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he returned to calmness. He continued to pick up the wooden bucket at his feet and slowly placed it under the eaves of the small building. Listening to the rainwater falling into the bucket in bunches, I squinted my eyes, but I couldn't see any difference in color.
Upstairs, Peng Sanwu still kept toasting.
Ever since he took up the position of the head of the Honglu Pawn Shop, Peng Sanwu had rarely had the time to clink glasses. Occasionally, he had to rely on wine to fight with Cao Mang and the escort to clear the way. He also never drank much, and even often gave in and suppressed his red face. , it is unusual for a person to drink so much, even less than what an ordinary person can say, but tonight in the autumn rain in the small building, Peng Sanwu kept drinking until the bottom of the full jar of wine was reached, and there was still no sign of stopping. He coughed repeatedly, and his face was full of choking. After the tears subsided, he spoke again.
"The Honglu Pawnshop was almost destroyed this time, and it was my brother who did it. I'm afraid I won't be able to say a word to you anymore. I'll lend you a cup as a wise brother and explain it to you clearly."
"Honglu Pawnshop has recruited many people over the years, and has done a lot of black and white things. My father is a conservative businessman, and he has always been responsible for business, but there is no such a conservative business in the world. Xia Songbianwai Gang The rampant forces are intertwined. If you don't do any bad things, Honglu Pawnshop may not even have the ability to protect itself in a few years. One day, you will hand over your business to others, but you either don't understand or you don't want to admit it. , and even many old guys in pawn shops often say that if you are taught to make the decision, you will probably pay more attention to the morality of the world."
"But the Honglu Pawnshop can prosper now because of my connections and skills. The third brother is not familiar with the world. I am responsible for the entire Honglu Pawnshop on my own shoulders, so why am I not as good as you. These old guys who have followed my father for many years, In recent years, people have formed cliques and have some close friends. I can't bear to see this. In order to let the surname of this Honglu pawnshop be Peng and to prevent others from having the idea of stirring up trouble, I have no choice but to use these tricks, not just for you, but also for others. They, and I have to do the same.”
A few miles outside the Honglu Pawnshop, lights could be seen, so Peng Sanqi, the leader of the horse, frowned because he could vaguely see the sound of killing people inside and outside the building coming through the rain curtain. It was very clear and distinct, and it was impossible to Without urging the horse to go faster, he ran towards the main building of Honglu Pawnshop, which was just around the corner, and he picked up the knife in his left hand.
The rain did not slow down at all. When Wen Yu walked outside the Honglu Pawn Shop, the sound of swords clashing around him was already clear. However, there were only dozens of steps between the two people, but in the end no one noticed that Wen Yu had stepped forward without knowing it. He sat quietly on the head of a stone lion on a tower outside the main building, holding his cheek with his hand and sweeping towards the people around him one by one. There were lively clashes of swords and guns all around, but in fact no blood was seen, only thunder rolling in the sky, not a single raindrop to be seen, which looked very strange.
But Wen Yu knew something in his mind. He couldn't tell for sure before, but now it seems that it is really not far from what he thought.
An autumn rain, a cold arrow.
Peng Sanqi deservedly earned the reputation of Spring Breeze Knife among all the unscrupulous names in the world. The arrow feathers were only an arm's length away from his eyes, and he already felt it in his heart. He didn't know whether it was the sound of the arrow feathers that he heard through the rain curtain, or the sound of the arrow feathers. He caught a glimpse of the arrow cluster by the electric light, and instantly attached it to the side of the horse. He stretched out his sword to stop the arrow feathers that followed. However, the horse was hit by an arrow, so he had to leave the saddle and bow down to look at where the arrow feathers came from. It's a pity that although all the arrows and feathers were dodged and missed, they came from all directions. It was extremely difficult to see clearly with the weak firelight in the distance.
Although Peng Sanqi was quick with his sword, he rushed to the front and found a few incoming enemies with bows drawn in the thick bushes. However, the other people who set up the ambush did not care about things like throwing rat weapons and allowed Peng Sanqi to restrain two or three people. The arrows were still coming, and the man who had pulled Peng Sanqi in front of him to cover him was shot across. Two of the arrows went out through his head, bringing out bloody water, which quickly dispersed into the rain. Moreover, the sound of weapons clashing in the distance stopped completely at this moment. Even though Peng Sanqi, who was already tired of dealing with it, had no time to distract, he could still catch a glimpse of the two groups pressing towards this place. Moreover, it turned out that there were more than ten horsemen following him, until Peng Sanqi killed a few people, half-hidden and half-dodged two arrows, but still did not catch up with him, and there was not even a sound of horse hooves, so he knew that it was probably already. They all died in the hands of this group of ambush people.
So Peng Sanqi had no choice but to take advantage of the darkness and quickly go deep into the bushes, covering his body according to his body shape and the time of night. However, he was still hit by several arrows one after another, clashing left and right, spending hundreds of breaths, but he still could not escape. In the bushes in front of the Honglu Pawn Shop, I felt that there were more and more ambushes.
Wen Yu, who was sitting on the head of the stone lion, was still looking into the distance with his chin in his hands. After a while, he didn't want to look anymore. Instead, he withdrew his eyes and said silently that there would be no life in death.
If the master doesn't take action, then let it go. With that kind of thinking and skill, the action will be a sure-kill situation. In such a battle, let alone an ordinary martial artist. The foundation is not deep and it is difficult to use the inner energy. The second level will still suffer. What's more, he is just an ordinary Jianghu person who knows a few sword moves. If he is caught in such a battle, he will not be able to escape, and he will still have no way to survive.
In the world of martial arts and spiritual practice, there is no such thing as so much luck and narrow escape from death, but few people have such a good fate.
"There is a forest overgrown with weeds outside Honglu Pawnshop. It has been there since you and I were children. Someone once told me to burn all the weeds here. I felt relieved, but I have never asked anyone to remove it in these years. The same goes for you. I once thought that this piece of weeds would eventually wither away on its own one day, and then we would put aside our past grudges and have a good time over wine, but the weeds will never burn out, and you and I are not on the same page in the end."
The man in the small building wiped his face clean with the back of his hands without caring, picked up the last glass of wine from the empty seat opposite him, and sprinkled it on the floor.
"Honglu Pawnshop will not fail, and neither will I, nor will the Peng family. When I become an official next year, I will naturally come to see you with a glass of wine in hand, and tell you how Honglu Pawnshop has grown in recent years, and how it has prospered in the Spring and Autumn Period. .”
"Let's go ahead with peace of mind."
After the drinks were poured, the crowd outside the Honglu Pawn Shop gradually dispersed. The leader cut off Peng Sanqi's finger, which was still moving. Hundreds of people retreated, leaving more than a dozen corpses. The only sound left in the bushes was the sound of rain.
When Wen Yu walked to Peng Sanqi and squatted down in front of him, the latter only had one breath left. He swallowed hard, but blood still oozed out from the corners of his mouth. His whole body was covered with arrow feathers, and the knife edge was already white. There is not much blood left.
"I have no control over this matter, but after all, I am watching you die here. I will tell you two things when the light comes back. Maybe I will pass on a few words for you, or set up a solitary tomb."
Chunfeng Dao grinned and let go of the knife in his hand, "Send a message to Peng Sanzhang, saying that I am tired of the world and cheated to death, so I left the Northwest Great Yuan and will not come back."
Wen Yu nodded.
"The eldest brother is cruel. Tell him to go out and enjoy the mountains and rivers more. It's best not to be too ill-minded, as he will be remembered easily."
Wen Yu still nodded.
He did not have any heroic words, nor did he utter a few words about his death like those ancient heroes, which were mostly nonsense by later generations of storytellers. Peng Sanqi, who had been wandering the world for many years and only obtained three words, the Spring Wind Knife, died in the autumn of Xia Song. At the end of the most cold and urgent autumn rain ever, I took out my long knife and rested my head on the grass outside the Honglu Pawnshop, just like the Jianghu Erlang who had died in the rivers and lakes for many years.
Wen Yu used the formation to bury Peng Sanqi in the mound, took a quick look at it, shook the gourd with not much wine left in his waist, and then slowly got up and left.
From the beginning to the end, Peng Sanwu's methods and thoughts were all perfect, and he even hid it from those close to him. Now it can be said to be perfect after all.
But Wen Yu didn't think much about the three brothers from Honglu Pawnshop. Instead, he walked far away and then said something to himself and Qiu Yu.
"It's so cold. It's a pity that no one holds an umbrella."
Fortunately, no one held an umbrella.
Wen Yu, who was not close to the slightest bit of rain around him, suddenly fell from the surrounding areas, beating on his bamboo hat.
After only a few months, I had no sense of life and death, and my thoughts became more and more cruel. Looking back to the time when I came to Nangong Mountain, Xiaofeng was drawing formation diagrams with seal characters, and the sound of sword energy stopped and my ears and temples were grinding together, it was really like a dream.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
