"Who are those Mongolian soldiers?"
Dongzhang asked for the first time, looking at the lonely man.
The big man glanced at the expressionless Dongzhang and shook his head: "I don't know, the Mongolian soldiers had already left when the husband came home."
After taking a deep look at the lonely-looking man in front of him, Dongzhang picked up his sword and walked out of the door. As he walked, he said, "You are wrong about one thing."
Dongzhang walked to the door, raised the sword blade with his thumb, and raised the stainless steel sword above his head. At this moment, a ray of scorching sun happened to shine on the cold-glazed sword blade, which instantly reflected a dazzling light. Dongzhang's emotionless voice also come behind:
"It's a murder weapon, but it's not a murder weapon."
Sheathing the sword and facing the bright sun, Dong Zhang turned to the big man and showed a bright smile: "Dong Mou bought it just to kill some disobedient pigs, dogs and beasts. Dong Mou has always been a good and law-abiding citizen. , Brother Guan, you are thinking too much."
The big man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said: "Young master is absolutely right. It turns out that a scholar has a smart mind. Guan has never read any books and is very clumsy."
After saying that, the big man picked up the two bags of money on the table, followed them two steps later and said, "Then please take this money back, sir, so that I can kill more savage beasts in the future."
But at this time, Dongzhang had already started walking and continued walking out. When the big man hurriedly caught up a few steps, he saw Dongzhang holding his back and waving his hands, indicating that there was no need to catch up, and then a light voice came over:
"The sword has been paid by someone, please take it back."
"this..."
Dongzhang had already said this, and the big man could only stand there hesitantly and watch Dongzhang's back gradually go away. Then he seemed to have figured something out, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back to the bed with a feeling of comfort. It felt like a stone had fallen in my heart, and I drank some long-lost wine in the evening.
And Dongzhang, after bidding farewell to the big man, also walked home alone. Unlike the playful and smiling face when he came, Dongzhang was silent on the way back. When he came to the busy street, he saw the familiar streets. The aunts and uncles of the stall joked and laughed at Dongzhang:
"Xiaodong was bullied by the fat girl in the back street? How does he look like he's lost?"
Looking at the sincere neighbor's uncle and aunt across from him, Dongzhang also raised his smile again: "Yes, you are so strong that you have to drag me to her house to play."
"Ouch, ouch, you can't do it, you can't do it. That tiger girl is really capable of doing things. Xiaodong, you haven't been bullied, have you?"
Aunt Li, who was selling green onions, suddenly became excited and hurriedly asked Xiang Dongzhang. The others also stretched their necks out of curiosity. The street sellers were shouting all day long, but it was impossible for pedestrians to be around at any time, so There are only a few people we are familiar with, so how can we not be bored in our free time? It is normal to gossip and gossip.
Dongzhang chuckled and said, "Guess."
As soon as these words came out, the curious uncles and aunts rolled their eyes. Dongzhang just ignored him, raised the long sword in his hand and said, "I'm going home to practice calligraphy. Goodbye everyone."
Seeing Dong Zhang raise the long cloth strip in his hand, Aunt Li was instantly attracted by this object. She had already noticed it when they met just now, but before she had time to ask, this time she saw Dong Zhang waved it himself, I couldn't help but ask:
"Xiaodong, what good thing is that long strip of cloth in your hand?"
"It's a pen, Auntie."
Aunt Li looked at the departing Dongzhang with a black line on her face. He was a dead boy. His pen was more than one meter long. This kid was getting more and more slick, and then she burst into laughter.
After seeing the fight between the neighbors, Dongzhang's mood had already adjusted. After a while, he arrived at the door of his house with the stainless steel sword on his shoulder. When he opened the courtyard door, the fragrant fragrance wafted towards him.
Seeing Aunt Liu carrying a large bowl of soup, Zhang Dong floated in front of Aunt Liu with light steps. He was not afraid of burning it. He took the soup from Aunt Liu with one hand and put it on the stone table. Then the two of them Just chatting while eating and not having a ride.
Aunt Liu naturally noticed the long strip of cloth that Dongzhang brought back, but she was just a cook, so naturally she didn't ask any questions and just ate the food as expected. But Dongzhang took the initiative and spoke:
"Aunt, I want you to sew a belt for me."
"belt?"
"Well, it needs to be thicker and longer. It's for holding a sword. It's best to have two layers, because my sword weighs about 11 or 2 pounds. I'm afraid I can't hang it with just one."
"Yeah! Do you have a heavy sword?"
Aunt Liu was shocked, saying it was a sword, but its weight was almost the same as an axe. An ordinary belt really couldn't hold this weight. Seeing Aunt Liu's surprise, Dongzhang couldn't help but point to the long strip of cloth placed beside the osmanthus tree. .
"Now, that's it. After dinner, let's try its weight and weigh it before making it. I'm not in a hurry to use it, and I don't have to work all night."
"good."
Aunt Liu didn't doubt him. She knew that her young master usually practiced boxing and was very strong. Aunt Liu naturally knew that. In the afternoon, after studying the Nine Yang Manual, Dongzhang went to sleep leisurely.
The next day, Aunt Liu came home from shopping for groceries early in the morning and saw Dongzhang holding a fine steel sword in the yard, unsheathing the sword, unsheathing the sword, and doing this over and over again. Aunt Liu, who was confused about the situation, just He shook his head and went to the kitchen, and then said: "Master, it will take some time to make the belt."
"Don't worry, I don't have to go so fast."
Dongzhang replied without looking back. Because there is no sword manual, Dongzhang doesn't know where to start practicing swordsmanship. Thinking of the martial arts characters he liked in later generations, he thought of a very practical saying, that is, the world's martial arts. Only fast will not break.
Zhongyuan Yidianhong and Dongfang Bubai are firmly in the forefront just because of their speed. Although the former is not the strongest in this echelon, they can kill their opponents with only one sword, and only one sword, because The sword is drawn out too fast, and blood often reacts and spurts out when the sword is sheathed. His style is one of Dongzhang's favorite martial arts characters.
Not to mention the latter one, he could resist Ren Woxing, Xiang Wentian, Linghu Chong, and Ren Yingying with only the second-level Sunflower Book, and he was not at a disadvantage at all. If his old friend Yang Lianting hadn't been blackmailed, he Distracted, and still feeling pity for Linghu Chong, he couldn't bear to strike hard. These four were simply not on the same level as Dongfang Bubai, not even close.
Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords is said to defeat the world's martial arts, but even if you see Dongfang Bubai's flaw, it is of no use. You are about to defeat someone who is already in front of you. Every move and every move is one step faster than you. The ghost of body skills can be said to be the best in the world of Xiaoao, no less.
In fact, in Dongzhang's opinion, Dugu Nine Swords should only be at the sharp sword level of Dugu Qiufei. The moves of the weakest age are far from the level of soft swords. The subsequent soft swords, heavy swords and even wooden swords are already at a level that requires a lot of internal strength. .
Even Dongzhang personally prefers the seventy-two evil sword techniques. The original book said that the seventy-two sword techniques of the Lin family are all mediocre, sparse and ordinary sword techniques, but coupled with the unique internal skills and mental techniques, after practicing for several times Lin Pingzhi was able to completely defeat the first-class master Yu Canghai in just a month. Even the protagonist Linghu Chong had a hard time defeating Lin Pingzhi.
Why can such a sparse and ordinary swordsmanship be able to completely defeat the first-rate master Yu Canghai? It is better than the word "quick" or "evil". If you make Linghu Chong lose his sword in both hands, it is still unknown whether he can defeat the second-rate master.
