A few peach and plum trees in the flower bed, lush in the sun. The lush branches and leaves are dotted with green fruits, and if you don't pay attention, you can't tell the difference.

The starry flowers swayed gently in the flower beds under the trees, exuding a faint fragrance.

Xie Yucheng turned around on the spot.

In the stone house, Zhu Deshui, who was not like a human or a ghost, was tilting his head slightly, his eyes were as calm as water, and he looked straight over.

Xie Yucheng was surprised to find that when he looked over the flowerbed and went straight to the door of the stone house, his gaze happened to pass through the branches and leaves of a tree.

And the prisoners in the stone house have broken legs and are unable to move.

That is to say, there is very little room for choice in the flight path of the silver dollar just now.

"'Wine is drunk by confidants, and poetry is sung to people'. Zhu Ye is playing with knives, I just have a small knife, and I ask Zhu Ye to identify it. Xie Yuchuan laughed, untied the dagger on his waist, strode around the flower garden, and returned to the door of the stone house.

Seeing the dagger handed over, Zhu Deshui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly took it with both hands, carefully examining the dagger full of demonic patterns.

"W-this is not ......," he muttered, looking incredulous, and suddenly raised the dagger to the edge of his lips, and pursed his lips with a soft whistle, and the air flowed from between his lips and teeth, and his curtain-like beard flew up, and slammed into the blades, snapping quickly, and fluttering in the wind like the grass of autumn.

"This—this is authentic...... Persian Uzi knife! ”

He watched it over and over again, looking at it with joy. After a long while, he came back to his senses, looked up at Xie Yucheng, and asked eagerly:

"Good knife, did you just come back from abroad?"

"Ha, of course it's a good knife, it's a bad thing, how can the master carry it with him?!" Xie Yucheng avoided his questioning, stood by the door frame, and pouted with a playful smile,

"He is a good hand at playing with knives, and his eyes are very poisonous! How about it, when you encounter such a good knife, Zhu Ye doesn't show his hand? ”

"A knife is a good knife! However, it is not very suitable for throwing knives. Zhu Deshui saw that Xie Yucheng let go of the door, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Xie Yucheng, and looked back at the flower garden in the courtyard, his eyes gradually blurred.

Time was urgent, Xie Yucheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw him like this, and was about to say something aggressive, but suddenly saw a flower in his hand, and the dagger flew out of his hand, flashing in the sun.

I heard the sound of "grabbing" at the courtyard gate, and looked closely, but saw that the dagger was firmly rooted in the lintel.

At the same time, a wind lamp under the eaves fell off, and the melon fell to the ground as if it were ripe.

On the wind lamp, a traditional character is written.

Xie Yuzhen even guessed, but he also knew that it must be a "music" word.

"Beautiful!" Xie Yucheng gave a heartfelt high-five and praised loudly.

He glanced at the master in the door, and there was a faint regret in his heart.

During the period of the Republic of China, not only the old and new ideas in the military and political circles alternated, but also on the rivers and lakes, there were also a mixture of dragons and snakes, not only knights with nostalgic stunts, but also masters who played with new firearms...... The Zhu Ye in front of him, the flying knife is playing so slippery, it is obvious that he is attributed to the former.

"Do you want to learn this throwing knife?"

Zhu Deshui, who was sitting on the square bench, raised his head slightly, with a slight smug look on his face.

Seeing that Xie Yucheng didn't answer, his eyes were fixed, and he immediately guessed Xie Yucheng's thoughts, his eyes widened, and he said with a smile:

"Looks like you still prefer to play with guns?"

"That's it! Master Zhu, you also know that it is now the Republic of China. Everybody plays with guns. Xie Yucheng pulled out the masticator on his waist and played with it, with a thick look of disappointment on his face.

"You're right!" Zhu Deshui's eyes darkened slightly, his beard trembled, stretched out two slender arms, put his hands into fists, stretched out a lazy waist, and suddenly spread out his thin palm to Xie Yucheng by the door, "Hou Shengcub, the ...... in your hand It's a gun and a brand...... Can you lend me a favor? ”

"Absolutely." Xie Yucheng stepped into the door and held the pistol in his hand with both hands.

Zhu Deshui took it, looked at it, and unloaded the magazine with a smile, while smiling:

"Cub, you're also a knowledgeable person. It's all good stuff that you bring with you. He pulled out a yellow bullet and looked at it for a moment, "... There are two types of your gun, and this one of yours is a 7.65 Citi bullet, and the magazine weighs about ...... and a half."

He pressed the bullet back into the magazine, clicked, inserted the grip back, pushed the bullet into loading, held the gun in both hands, aimed at the courtyard for a while, and suddenly put it down again, and with a pull of the bolt, a golden bullet popped out and fell into his palm, "I won't tell you, I have played a lot of good guns, but this one was too addictive back then." He put the golden bullet in his mouth and resumed his hands, aiming it at the trunk of the tree in the courtyard.

"Hey, why does the word on the lantern at the gate of the courtyard look so blocked? My old Zhu tried his luck to see if he could beat it down. If you don't win, you have to laugh at me, but you have to laugh loudly, don't learn from Le Wantong, laugh gloomily. ”

After finishing speaking, the gun in his hand burst into flames, and the muzzle of the gun jumped slightly, and there was a bang.

But a mere silver dollar, a distance of more than ten meters, under the throw of a disabled person who has been imprisoned for a long time, has such power.

It seems like....... And a bit of a doorway.

Xie Yucheng stiffly stopped his steps, picked off the silver dollar that was about to fall with one hand, threw it away, and turned around with a smile.

The peach and plum trees in the flower garden are lush in the sun, and the lush branches and leaves are dotted with green fruits, and if you don't pay attention, you can't tell the difference.

The starry flowers swayed gently in the flower beds under the trees, exuding a faint fragrance.

Xie Yucheng turned around on the spot.

In the stone house, Zhu Deshui, who was not like a human or a ghost, was tilting his head slightly, his eyes were as calm as water, and he looked straight over.

Xie Yucheng was surprised to find that when he looked over the flowerbed and went straight to the door of the stone house, his gaze happened to pass through the branches of a tree.

And the prisoners in the stone house have broken legs and are unable to move.

In other words, there is very little room for choice in the flight path of the silver dollar just now.

"'Wine is drunk by confidants, and poetry is sung to people'. Zhu Ye is playing with knives, I just have a small knife, and I ask Zhu Ye to identify it. Xie Yucheng untied the dagger at his waist and strode around the flower garden and returned to the door of the stone house.

Seeing the dagger handed over, Zhu Deshui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly took it with both hands, carefully examining the dagger full of demonic patterns.

"W-this is not ......," he muttered, looking incredulous, and suddenly raised the dagger to the edge of his lips, and pursed his lips with a soft whistle, and the air flowed from between his lips and teeth, and his curtain-like beard flew up, and slammed into the blades, snapping quickly, and fluttering in the wind like the grass of autumn.

"This—this is authentic...... Persian Uzi knife! ”

He watched it over and over again, looking at it with joy. After a long while, he came back to his senses, looked up at Xie Yucheng, and asked eagerly:

"Good knife, did you just come back from abroad?"

"Ha, of course it's a good knife, it's a bad thing, how can the master carry it with him?!" Xie Yucheng avoided his questioning, stood by the door frame, and pouted with a playful smile,

"He is a good hand at playing with knives, and his eyes are very poisonous! How about it, when you encounter such a good knife, Zhu Ye doesn't show his hand? ”

"A knife is a good knife! However, it is not very suitable for throwing knives. Zhu Deshui saw that Xie Yucheng let go of the door, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Xie Yucheng, and looked back at the flower garden in the courtyard, his eyes gradually blurred.

Time was urgent, Xie Yucheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw him like this, and was about to say something aggressive, but suddenly saw a flower in his hand, and the dagger flew out of his hand, flashing in the sun.

I heard the sound of "grabbing" at the courtyard gate, and looked closely, but saw that the dagger was firmly rooted in the lintel.

At the same time, a wind lamp under the eaves fell off, and the melon fell to the ground as if it were ripe.

On the wind lamp, a traditional character is written.

Xie Yuzhen even guessed, but he also knew that it must be a "music" word.

"Beautiful!" Xie Yucheng gave a heartfelt high-five and praised loudly.

He glanced at the master in the door, and there was a faint regret in his heart.

During the period of the Republic of China, not only the old and new ideas in the military and political circles alternated, but also on the rivers and lakes, there were also a mixture of dragons and snakes, not only knights with nostalgic stunts, but also masters who played with new firearms...... The Zhu Ye in front of him, the flying knife is playing so slippery, it is obvious that he is attributed to the former.

"Do you want to learn this throwing knife?"

Zhu Deshui, who was sitting on the square bench, raised his head slightly, with a slight smug look on his face.

Seeing that Xie Yucheng didn't answer, his eyes were fixed, and he immediately guessed Xie Yucheng's thoughts, his eyes widened, and he said with a smile:

"Looks like you still prefer to play with guns?"

"That's it! Master Zhu, you also know that it is now the Republic of China. Everybody plays with guns. Xie Yucheng pulled out the masticator on his waist and played with it, with a thick look of disappointment on his face.

It weighs about ...... pound and a half."

He pressed the bullet back into the magazine, clicked, inserted the grip back, pushed the bullet into loading, held the gun in both hands, aimed at the courtyard for a while, and suddenly put it down again, and with a pull of the bolt, a golden bullet popped out and fell into his palm, "I won't tell you, I have played a lot of good guns, but this one was too addictive back then." He put the golden bullet in his mouth and resumed his hands, aiming it at the trunk of the tree in the courtyard.

"Hey, why does the word on the lantern at the gate of the courtyard look so blocked? My old Zhu tried his luck to see if he could beat it down. If you don't win, you have to laugh at me, but you have to laugh loudly, don't learn from Le Wantong, laugh gloomily. ”

After finishing speaking, the gun in his hand burst into flames, and the muzzle of the gun jumped slightly, and there was a bang.

Untie the dagger from your waist, "Master Zhu, you said just now,"

Untie the dagger from your waist, "Master Zhu, you said just now,"