Is it possible that the money I have been spending all this time belongs to the person in front of me?
However, the bank account always recognizes the bank note and not the person. You can exchange the bank note with the bank note. Could it be that the bank note in my hand...
Lin Linyou was in a panic.
But looking at the man in front of him, he was dressed in rags and had a dusty face, and he didn't look like a rich man.
"Want to steal money?" Lin Linyou calmed down and assumed the posture of a royal guard, "I'm afraid I've found the wrong person! Where are you from? What's your name and what do you do?"
The visitor took two steps forward and stared at Lin Linyou closely: "Okay! I've been promoted. Why do you forget so much when you play with me like a noble? You don't recognize me as a brother! Give me my money!"
"Your money?" Lin Linyou asked, "Why is your money here with me? Brother, I really don't know you!" As he said this, his eyes kept recognizing him, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked...
"Take my money and drink like crazy! You are carefree! Do you know how I have lived these past few years? Do you know?!" The visitor was furious, and the long strip he was carrying hit Lin Lin with a "clack". On the shoulder, he said in a deep voice: "I say it for the last time, give me back the money!"
Lin Lin moved his hand to touch his waist, and the visitor shouted cautiously: "Don't move!"
"Don't you want money? I'll give it to you." Lin Lin said.
"How much money do you have on you?"
Lin Linyou took out a piece of broken silver: "One... one tael."
"You're kidding me!" The person who came here was really angry. He pulled the long strip of cloth and took off the sheath together. It turned out to be a long horse-killing knife that was more than four feet long!
At the same time, Lin Linyou's hand also touched the Xiuchun knife on his waist, and pulled the knife out of its sheath!
The visitor held the knife in both hands, and gently and skillfully put the knife against the Xiuchundao. There was a sneer on his face, as if he didn't pay attention to the Xiuchundao at all.
The blades of the two knives touched each other.
Compared with the long horse-cutting sword, this embroidered spring sword looks like a toothpick...
One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.
When fighting against a long sword with a short blade, you have to get closer to have an advantage.
However, if the enemy does not move, I will not move...
Just as he was thinking this, the man flicked his wrist and slapped the tip of his horse-killing knife on the Xiuchun knife, which was very provocative.
"Ding--"
Lin Linyouhu's mouth trembled. Because he was so close, the sound of metal and iron buzzed in his ears, making his ears itch.
At the moment when the "buzzing" sound was getting smaller and about to dissipate, Lin Linyou took the lead! With a sliding step, the Xiuchundao came forward close to the Zhanma Saber. At the moment when it was about to touch the sword of the Zhanma Saber, the Xiuchundao fell. He took the sword with his right hand and changed it into a reverse grip. He lowered his body and shrank his head to avoid the blow from the Zhanma Saber. At the same time, the Xiuchundao struck back, slashing towards the visitor's abdomen.
The sword was of course in vain. The alley was narrow, and as soon as his man pressed against the alley wall, the saber stabbed him in the waist! Lin Linyou twisted his waist and stabbed the green brick alley wall with his saber, followed by a series of pulls, knocking down countless green bricks; Lin Linyou rolled several times on the alley wall, Xiuchun knife reached down, blocking the tight He was chasing after him with his Zhanma Dao; the person who came just slapped him with the blade and hit the Xiuchun Dao, knocking Lin Linyou back a few steps...
In the flash of lightning, the two of them had passed several moves. It was obvious that Lin Linyou was at a disadvantage and was in a very embarrassing situation.
"What a master!" He sighed inwardly. If this guy hadn't wanted Yinzi to be merciful, he would have been afraid that his own life would not have been saved.
The capital city is indeed full of experts, but I am still a fool!
The visitor sheathed the sword, held the long sword, looked at Lin Linyou and shook his head and sighed: "The ferocity is still the same as before, but the martial arts is far behind... I think brother Lin must have had a very happy life in the past two years. Bar!"
"Who are you?" Lin Linyou put on his posture, no longer daring to underestimate the person in front of him.
"You really don't recognize me?" The visitor was doubtful.
"I'm recognizing it, I'm recognizing it..."
"Pa!" The horse-killing sword was placed on Lin Linyou's shoulder and neck again. Lin Linyou didn't even see when he made his move.
Very soon! I was careless and didn’t dodge...
UI! I didn’t expect this guy to be faster than me!
Fortunately, the sword was not unsheathed this time.
"Zheng——" The sword was unsheathed...
The wind and sand at the border, the neighing of war horses, the sword passing by with cold light, the heads of Tatar soldiers flying into the air... The memory of the original owner flashed through Lin Linyou's mind like a movie...
"Qiu Bu!" Suddenly a name popped up in Lin Linyou's mind and he blurted out.
The visitor - Qiu Bu smiled, like a sneer or a sneer. He silently took the knife away from Lin Linyou's shoulder, sheathed it, and looked at him: "No more pretending? So, now you can take my Did you give me the money?"
We are talking about money again. Can we not talk about money? The main thing is, I really don't remember that I owe you any silver - of course, I can only say this secretly in my heart, after all, the guy's knife in front of me is faster than mine.
However, Lin Linyou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the master named "Qiu Bu" was an old friend of the original owner. The two met in the border army and fought side by side...
He tried hard to grab more information from the original owner's memory, but he couldn't remember any more, especially about the silver.
But at least I understood one thing: given the family background of the original owner, he was able to save so much money in the bank.
It's even possible that every ounce of money that he spent so lavishly before was unearned.
While he was trying hard to grab it, and also thinking hard about what excuses he could use to excuse his answer, Qiu Bu suddenly heard an exclamation from upstairs in the Jiaofang Department:
"ah--"
As soon as Lin Linyou heard this, she could tell that the exclamation came from Sisi, because tonight, she said "Ah" many times...
So familiar...
He glanced at Qiu Bu and quickly ran towards the building.
Qiu Bu did not stop him. He saw him fly up to the second floor and get into the room through the window. Then he shouldered his sword and walked slowly into the Nanshi Building.
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In the room, Sisi was being picked up by a big man like a chicken, and was thrown heavily to the ground. Even though the ground was covered with thick velvet lichen, she was still hit hard this time!
Sisi's mouth and nose were bleeding, and she struggled to crawl out. The big man put his feet on her slender waist. He held a bunch of banknotes in his hands and counted them with blood stains - but they were the banknotes given to Sisi by Lin Linyou. .
While the big man was counting, a figure flew in from the window and slashed the big man's cheek with the embroidered spring knife in his hand!
"Jiang Ayan!"
The big man is none other than the desperado Jiang Ayan!
Jiang Ayan had just avoided the knife, looked at the Jin Yiwei in front of him, sneered, stuffed the treasure banknote into his chest, and patted it.
Lin Linyou helped Sisi up and carried her to the wall to rest.
The door was violently knocked open, but Yu Miaolan heard Sisi calling for help and rushed over. When she saw Jiang Ayan, her eyes filled with anger and she took the sword on the wall - this sword was originally used for dance performances. The use of the sword - no nonsense, he drew the sword and went to kill Jiang Ayan.
It seems that her relationship with Huang Ze is really extraordinary.
Lin Linyou quickly raised his knife and killed Jiang Ayan...
Jiang Ayan is very skilled in martial arts, but I'm afraid the two of them are still no match for him.
After all, Lin Linyou only had a draw with his men back then.
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Qiu Bu walked slowly into Nanshi Building, listened to the fighting upstairs, and found a seat downstairs to sit down.
It was late at night, and all the guests in the Nanshi Building had gone into their rooms to do business. There were only a few tables downstairs where people were drinking and eating. Qiu Bu was sitting on a table that had not yet been taken down, touching the wine flask, or... When it was warm, he took an upside-down wine cup and began to drink by himself.
Qiu Bu drank three glasses of wine when he suddenly heard a "crash" above his head. Two figures smashed the railing and fell straight down from the second floor. A table collapsed and fell at his feet.
He took a cold look and saw Lin Linyou and a big man hugging each other, fighting for a Xiuchun knife. Each wanted to grab the knife and cut the other's throat.
To say that these two people are really strong-skinned, it would be no big deal to fall from such a height - this big guy has the thickest skin, because when he fell, he was below and Lin Lin was swimming on top...
Yu Miaolan was also injured. She hugged Sisi in the room, listening to the noise downstairs and feeling frightened...
"Brother Lin, you are really in trouble!" Qiu Bu drank his fourth glass of wine silently.
At this moment, Lin Linyou was at the bottom and Jiang Ayan was at the top. The tip of Xiuchun Dao also hit Lin Linyou's face...
"Stop talking nonsense, help...help!" Lin Linyou screamed for help at the top of his lungs.
"I can help you, but where is my money?" He was already anxious, but Qiu Bu was still very leisurely.
"If I die, you will never know your..." Lin Linyou used his hands and feet, his knees pressed against Jiang Ayan's abdomen, and he grabbed Jiang Ayan's wrist and pushed it up desperately, struggling to say a complete sentence. , all supported by one breath, and as soon as he spoke, his anger was a little vented. The tip of the knife in Jiang Ayan's hand suddenly pierced his cheek, and a trace of blood immediately slipped from his fair and dark face...
"It makes sense!" Qiu Bu grabbed the sword.
But when Lin Linyou shouted and pushed upwards hard, Jiang Ayan flew up and jumped a few steps away - he also saw that the man next to him was about to make a move, so he took the initiative to let go, otherwise Lin Linyou wouldn't be able to push him away. .
Qiu Bu said in a weird tone: "You can do this!"
Lin Linyou struggled to get up, but Jiang Ayan didn't seem to want to give him a chance. He raised the Xiuchun knife and rushed in, but saw a white light passing by in front of his eyes. As he swallowed, a trace of blood slowly appeared...
Jiang Ayan opened her eyes wide, staggered two steps forward, and then fell down! Lin Linyou stepped aside, and with a "pop" sound, Jiang Ayan's body was heavily loaded down, and his head rolled to the side. A neat cut appeared on his neck, and a blood arrow spurted out from the cut. Splattered all over the floor...
Qiu Bu shook the blade and slowly sheathed it.
This scene became more and more familiar to Lin Linyou. At the border, the heads of those Tatar barbarians flew into the air like this...
Cruel and cruel, decisive in killing!
What a ruthless person!
"Silver." The ruthless man silently raised his eyes, looked at Lin Linyou, and brought the fifth glass of wine to his lips.
"It's so noisy... What happened?" Zhang Bi, wrapped in a gauze nightgown, walked out of the next room, drowsy and yawning.
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