The old man's words made Zhao Rang stand there in a daze, as if he was frozen, and re-read the words word by word in his mind. I was afraid that I would make a mistake, so I thought about it several times, but I forgot to take the ring-shou knife from the old man.
"What, don't you like it?"
Zhao Rang's heart palpitated for a while, and the expression on his face was indescribably complicated.
Just when I wanted to open my mouth, my throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, but I couldn't say a word.
The old man continued:
"If you don't like it, just go home and choose one from your knife library. It will be easier to use than the knife I have here."
Until this moment, Zhao Rang had not fully recovered.
He used all his strength to shake his head, squeezed out a few words from his mouth, and asked:
"How much?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhao Rang in surprise. After a while, he changed his expression to a look of understanding and replied:
"Twelve taels."
Zhao Rang only had three silver ingots given by Ye Sanniang, each worth one hundred taels. He took it out of his pocket, put it on the small table in the hall, turned around and left.
He didn't want to stay here any longer.
Who would have thought that the old man could reveal Shi Zhaorang's family affairs on the spot just by looking at his palm?
As for the old man's magical methods, Zhao Rang had no power to fight back. He thought of leaving this place quickly before he was offended and still in harmony, thinking that he was a senior expert who knew the family's secrets very well.
Thinking about it this way, Zhao Rang felt a little relieved.
But as soon as he took a step toward the door, his legs and feet couldn't move.
The old man's voice came from behind as he said:
"Why are you so anxious, young man? I haven't given you any change yet!"
Zhao Rang couldn't move forward or retreat, so he simply didn't struggle and waited for him to change money.
"Twenty taels, four yuan, you count!"
The old man handed four twenty-two silver ingots to Zhao Rang.
The appearance of the silver ingot is somewhat darkened, and it seems that it has been stored for a long time, indicating that there are not many people buying knives in the city.
If it was other business, Zhao Rang would think more about how the store would live if its business was not good. But for this old man, selling knives is probably just a way to pass the time.
With his martial arts cultivation, he might not even be able to compare with Shang Shiyi, the Sword King of the North who has reached the third level.
As for the specific details, Zhao Rang couldn't tell. Just like an insect looking up at cats, dogs and elephants, they think they are just giants.
Nodding stiffly as a thank you, Zhao Rang kicked the silver ingot into my arms, stepped forward vigorously, and continued to walk towards the courtyard gate.
At this time, his legs and feet had become light again, without any restraint. In three steps and two steps, he walked to the door.
As soon as he went out, Zhao Rang was almost knocked down by a group of galloping horses. He hurriedly leaned against the wall and barely escaped.
Seeing thick smoke and dust rising behind the cavalry, Zhao Rang changed directions and prepared to go around from the other end of the long street.
Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, the sound of horse hooves came from behind again, and these people actually left and came back.
One person and one horse took the lead, rushing to stop Zhao Rang in front of him. The rest of the people stepped forward from the left and right, and surrounded him tightly.
The visitor is not good!
In the past, Zhao Rang would have definitely found a loophole and left. If it doesn't work, then draw your sword and fight.
But following Jin Sanliang's escort trip for three days, he also changed his mind. He felt that it was better not to draw the sword for conflicts that could be clearly explained in many cases. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will meet someone with a sharper sword and a tougher life than you.
Clearing his throat, Zhao Rang was about to speak when he saw the man in front of him took out a portrait from his clothes, held it up to Zhao Rang, compared it for a while, and then said to his companion:
"Look, it's him, right?"
One person came forward, looked at it for a moment, and said;
“It’s unmistakable, they’re exactly the same!”
After hearing this, the man said:
"It doesn't matter if we are wrong, at least we can let the master know that we are trying our best!"
In a few words, Zhao Rang roughly understood the origins of this group of people, who must have been members of the Zheng family.
Ever since he saw the head of Mr. Zheng at Ye Sanniang's place, Zhao Rang was ready for trouble from the Zheng family, but he didn't expect it would come so quickly.
Mr. Zheng was originally going to come to the Western Region Merchant Alliance to handle business.
The forces in the city belonging to the Zheng family saw that the appointed time had passed, but there was still no sign of the eldest son, so they sent people to Yangguang to inquire.
I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect that almost everyone from the tea shed to the wine shop knew that Mr. Zheng had been beheaded.
After careful searching, he even caught a scoundrel who was following Mr. Zheng. This man escaped at the critical moment and saved his life. When he was found, he was drunk in a wine shop and was sleeping soundly on the belly of a maiko.
As for Zhao Rang's portrait, it was drawn by someone based on this person's description.
I have to say that although this man is not a competent loser, his eyesight is excellent! Not only did he clearly remember Zhao Rang's dress, but he also described the expression between his eyebrows and his overall temperament extremely accurately.
This made the Zheng family just pass by Zhao Rang for a moment, but they still recognized him!
Now that the identity of the other party has been confirmed, Zhao Rang is not ready to run away.
Today's troubles will not disappear until tomorrow, but will accumulate and become even bigger troubles.
So he held the handle of the Huanshou knife tightly and said:
"Are you the Zheng family?"
Such a question confirmed his identity.
After hearing this, the leader smiled instead of getting angry, got off his horse, and said to Zhao Rang:
"Boy, although we don't like the eldest young master, we can't help but give him a reward of 10,000 taels!"
Zhao Rang suddenly remembered that the reward Jin Sanliang asked him to kill was also 10,000 taels of silver. At that time, he thought it was too much. Unexpectedly, just how long has passed, my name is actually so valuable!
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but laugh.
When everyone in the Zheng family saw this, they just thought that Zhao Rang was scared out of his mind and was pretending to be mysterious and mysterious. They stopped talking nonsense and the four of them drew their swords at the same time and attacked him.
Zhao Rang glanced to the side. Because of the distance, no matter how fast he was, there would still be a sequence.
However, there are shop walls on both sides. Even if you can dodge out like a thread, you will still be dead. The only way to break the situation is to break through from the front.
Having made up his mind, Zhao Rang was not in a hurry to draw his sword.
The person in front was using a long sword as thin as a cicada's wings. After it was unsheathed, a dense and thick sword light danced out, like butterflies fluttering, and then they appeared one after another, turning into thousands of them, overwhelming the sky and the earth. come over.
It's a beautiful sight.
Especially in the desolate Gobi Desert.
There are no flowers here, let alone butterflies.
Although the butterfly transformed by the sword light was extremely cold and faintly bloody, it did not hinder Zhao Rang Duo Ka for a while.
Early doesn't mean fast.
Quick shots may not necessarily result in success.
Zhao Rang has a ruler in his heart. While measuring the opponent's length, he can also tell himself when the most correct time is to take action.
He didn't know if there were others.
Or maybe there is, but it's definitely not as accurate as his.
Because ever since he owned this "ruler", there has never been any deviation or error in the scale on it.
This group of "butterflies" are flying closer and closer.
This energy has already blown the blouse on Zhao Rang's body.
His hand lying on the handle of the knife relaxed slightly, and then he held it tighter!
Finally, Zhao Rang's sword was unsheathed!
Just like a fierce thunderstorm in late spring, it can not only tear the wings and body of a butterfly, but also destroy the entire flower bush.
But in the eyes of his opponent, this sword was ridiculously slow.
Like a child with immature ears, competing with the branches of the weeping willows by the river.
He didn't even think about blocking. Relying on the speed and the power of the sword, his own sword could definitely penetrate Zhao Rang's throat before the sword condensed.
But soon, Zhao Rang's extremely slow knife suddenly became no longer bulky in his eyes.
Although the speed is still very slow, it emits an irresistible force like the sun rising and the moon setting.
The light of his sword was completely shattered by Zhao Rang's dull sword.
The dim long street suddenly turned red, like a burning cloud falling to the ground and spreading for six thousand miles!
When the tip of the sword stopped one foot away from Zhao Rang, it clanged to the ground.
He looked at the crimson in front of him, unaware that his body was getting colder. Instead, he felt that it would be a very good result to just melt into the warmth.
"puff"!
An arrow shot out from a hidden place, piercing the man's back.
The huge force knocked him down, face down, and was firmly nailed to the ground.
Seeing this, the other three people knew that nothing could be done, so they all mounted their horses, whipped up their whips, and fled away.
Zhao Rang saw someone firing a hidden arrow but was not nervous. He flicked his wrist and sprinkled a series of blood beads on the ground. Then he sheathed his sword and stood tall in the middle of the long street.
"Who are you?"
But he soon discovered that he was wrong...
Although the ruler could accurately measure when to draw the knife, it could not help him predict the future.
I thought that the hidden arrow must be someone from the Jinzhong Escort Bureau led by Jin Sanliang. Unexpectedly, the person who walked out from the corner turned out to be a Westerner with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a big beard.
As a last resort, Zhao Rang had to slowly hold the handle of the knife.
This was his first time coming to the Western Region Merchant Alliance, and he had never dealt with anyone from the Western Region before. And he didn't believe that there were people from the Western Regions who were so old-fashioned and warm-hearted that they were willing to draw their swords to help when they saw four people surrounding and killing one person.
Facing Zhao Rang's questioning, the Westerner put his right hand on his chest and his left hand behind his back. After bowing deeply to him, he said:
"My master invites you to come and talk!"
This native from the Western Region has a thick accent and speaks extremely poorly in the Northern Region. One Zhao Rang didn't understand, so he slowed down and spoke again.
"If you don't know me, don't go!"
Zhao Rang said simply.
The Westerner smiled, even the beard on his face curved. Dozens of archers immediately appeared on the walls and roofs on both sides, all pointing their cold arrows at Zhao Rang's vital points.
