32 Zhou Dao came out of Xu's house and walked on the street, a rare warm winter sun.

Maybe it's too far away, you don't feel the atmosphere of war here, and the streets are bustling with people. Many shops have posted couplets, and some have hung red lanterns, which seem to be no different from previous years.

Walking through a clearing by the city wall, a large group of people were forming a large circle, and the sound of gongs accompanied by the noise was heard, probably jugglers. Zhou Dao saw that it was still early, so he also leaned up and stood behind the people to look inside.

I saw a strong man in the field dancing a long stick, thorn provoking and sweeping, a stick was danced by him whirring, the stick wind swept by, and the people standing in front of him leaned back. After dancing with the stick, the man gathered his momentum, stood aside, panting, and took a coarse cloth to wipe his sweat. At this time, the gong struck again, and in the open space of the circle of people was placed a pick, which contained a burden, and a woman standing next to her was not quite sure how old she was, and was beating the gong and shouting loudly, and the man who played the stick also cooperated with the stack of yellow paper-like things in front of him and dangled it, and said something. Zhou Dao listened carefully and understood, they were selling bone-setting plasters, which were said to be ancestral secret recipes with miraculous curative effects. As soon as I heard the accent, I knew that they were not locals, the man could still understand the speech, and the woman's accent sounded a little strange, and after shouting for a while, I finally sold a few copies.

At this time, the woman banged the gong and shouted again, Zhou Dao knew that she was shouting about holding a money field or something, at this time, a little girl who no one paid attention to just now held a porcelain bowl around the inside of the circle of people to ask for money, this little girl is also seven or eight years old, it seems that this person who sells medicine should be a family. The child was dressed in tatters like her father's mother, and when someone saw that she was pitiful, they threw a copper or two into her bowl. The little girl looked sensible and bowed every time she received a copper coin. Walking through Zhou Dao, he also grabbed a small handful, about eight or nine of them and put them in the bowl. Seeing the little girl coming over with a bowl, many people began to walk out and prepare to disperse, and the man who was still sitting and resting and drinking water stood up when he saw this, and shouted to indicate that there was still a show, and the woman's gong also sounded again.

The man returned to the pick, took out a knife from his luggage, and danced with a simple start, chopping and provoking very powerfully, and the movements were clean and neat, not a little fancy, even the layman could see that this was a practitioner. Zhou Dao looked at his heart and moved, he remembered what Xu Wei said today, "There are fewer people dancing knives and guns on the market?" While he was pondering, the man took his knife, made a circle to the spectators, and then walked to his pick, took out a porcelain vase from it, and raised it in his hand. At this time, his wife's gong sounded again, and the two of them introduced it diligently, and his wife also opened her mouth to sing, this time it was medicinal wine. Zhou Dao saw that the two of them still had some acting talent, and after some tossing, he sold a bottle of medicinal wine. This time, before the little girl came out with the bowl again, the people began to disperse. The man suddenly raised his voice and said loudly, indicating that the best part had begun.

After speaking, he took out a wooden frame from the side of the pick to support it under the city wall, put a target made of small wooden boards, and then pinched three short knives in his hand, and was not in a hurry to speak, and the sound of the gong also stopped, which aroused the curiosity of the people, and everyone gathered around again to see what tricks he had. The man opened his mouth and asked, do you see the small circle on the target? Is there anyone present who is willing to try his skills with him, to see whose flying knife is accurate, you can hang the lottery, one to three. After asking twice, he saw that no one was willing to try it, and said that if no one tried it, he would change the method, and he would throw three daggers into the middle circle three times, and he could also bet on the lottery. The crowd chattered, and some people were planning to gamble.

"There's no rush for this, I haven't played the last one yet." The sound was not too loud, and the lively discussion just now gradually quieted down, and the crowd got out of the way, and two men with knives walked into the field. "Xu Eleven, Xu Eleven of the Eighteen Arhats." Someone whispered. "Isn't it more than a throwing knife?" He raised his chin at another man with a knife who came with him, "Take out the money." The man took a burden off his shoulder and held it in his hand, Xu Shiyi turned his head and asked the showman, "How many do you have?" Pull it all out. The man hesitated, looked at his mother-in-law, but his mother-in-law happily took out a small bag from her bosom and opened it, it was some bits and pieces and a small cloth bag, and then took the bowl that the little girl had just begged for money and the copper that sold the medicine and poured it together. After counting for a while, "We have three hundred and seventy-six texts, all of which are here." "Take 400 Wen, don't pay three for one, just pay one for one." He said it to his attendant, and then turned to the entertainer and said, "You collect 20 wen and reward your family's meal, and you can pay 350 wen." The woman was not humble either, and took twenty-six pieces and put them in her arms.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" Xu Shiyi asked. The man didn't answer, but made a gesture of invitation with his hand. Xu Shiyi lifted his shirt, and there was a leather case pinned to his waist on the right side, with three flying knives inserted in it. "Oh yes! Xu Shiyi is a real expert, that flying knife! Smack, smack. "Hey! It's a coincidence, there's a good show to watch! The crowd immediately began to talk.

Xu Shiyi stood outside the drawn line, took out the first flying knife, loosened his shoulders, turned his head back and forth, and then hung his hands still. Whoosh, a knife flew out of the bull's-eye. There was a buzz under the "hum" field, and Xu Shiyi raised his hand with his back to the city wall to signal quiet. The crowd fell silent, and with a whoosh, another knife flew out, "Hey! The crowd shouted, full of regret. The knife was a little outside the circle, just a little bit. Xu Shiyi didn't move, only a knife in an instant, right in the center of the circle!

"Good!" Everyone shouted and cheered. "There's no activity today, so let's make do with it." Xu Shiyi said and looked at the man who was performing with a smile. The man's face was solemn, and he took his knife and walked to the mark. "Trouble, this family looks pitiful." There is an old man in the crowd who said that more people are waiting to see a good show. The man stood still and looked at the target, "Do, Do, Do" three times in a row, and the three heads were inserted straight into the circle, trembling.

There were no screams and exclamations, everyone was stupid. "Yes! The applause rang out, "God! "Thanks, thanks." The man clenched his fists. Xu Shiyi froze in the circle, his face was ugly, and he saw that the man was going to get the money. "Wait. Who said that a handful is the winner of the battle? Again. The man stood still and turned around, looked at Xu Shiyi and hugged his fists again, "This brother is invited, I won by luck, I think we don't have to compare again, you see this day..." If the loser doesn't open his mouth, the winner can't go, do you understand the rules? "Are you sure you want to try?" The man's expression was serious. "Lao Tzu doesn't embarrass you, just compare again, but this rule has to be decided by me, so I will decide the winner with a knife! Stand farther away! As he spoke, he took a few big steps, and drew a path on the ground with his heavy feet. That's good, it's better than a knife. The man answered. Huang Si'er, 800 Wen, do you have enough money? Not enough to go back and get it. Xu Shiyi stared at Huang Si'er and ordered. The attendant answered and went, and in less than a moment he returned with a baggage, followed by four men, all with knives.

The bright-eyed people standing in the front row of the inner circle saw this posture and leaned back to hide in the crowd, and Zhou Dao was no exception. "Money?" Xu Shiyi asked knowingly, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he hurriedly took out two pears from his arms, "You one, I one, let's shoot pears to play, this time you come first." The man looked at Xu Shiyi with a cold face and didn't answer, took a dagger and stood still. I saw Xu Shiyi smile and beckoned to the little girl who was snuggling next to her mother, "Come, come and take it, Uncle invites you to eat pears." The girl looked at him in fright, and threw herself into her mother's arms and refused to go over.

"Come here. Xu Shiyi beckoned, "Put the pear on your head, and you will have the money in a while." As he spoke, he went over and dragged the child. "What the fuck do you want to do!" The man was obviously angry, his eyebrows were upside down, and he pointed at Xu Shiyi viciously. Xu Shiyi touched the handle of the flying knife on his waist, and the few people who came with him all pulled out the knife and came up from all sides to stare at the man.

"The bet just now is very clear, only one bet, and I will set the rules. Don't you want to break the contract and repay me now? You don't ask who I am. Xu Shiyi looked at the man fiercely. A dozen six? This is unlikely, both sides have been trained, the knives are out of the sheath, and they are still so close. The most important thing is that he has a wife and children, that is, he is alone, once the city gate is closed, no matter how big his ability is, he can't fly out, and if he is blocked, he will have to die inside. "You're cheating!" The man yelled. "Trick your mother! You golden dog! Xu Shiyi shouted violently, and the crowd was suddenly clear.

"Do you think Lao Tzu is blind and can't see it? As soon as you two open your mouth, Lao Tzu knows that you are a dog, and there is no doubt that you must be a golden dog! What, I'm wrong? What else to say? "The crowd below opened the pot" No wonder I can't say how awkward that girl I think, it turns out that she is not Han. Bah! "The Golden Dog deserves to die!" Someone yelled. Xu Shiyi watched with a smile, he was very satisfied with everyone's performance. "We are righteous people, and the government also recognizes it." "To your mother, Lao Tzu and the golden dog don't share the sky!" At this time, a bald head jumped out of the crowd, ran to the circle, picked up the bowl that the little girl was begging for money from the ground and smashed it on the ground, and the porcelain pieces flew over and shattered to the ground. "Begging for your mother's food!" After showing a handful, he returned to the crowd with a smile and a smile in the laughter of outsiders.

Another person rushed to the middle and punched the man in the chest, "What? You've got throwing knives, come here, come here! He pointed his finger at his head, "Don't you dare, right?" You're a bitch! Golden Dog! I scolded you, what? Golden dogs are all bad breeds! He yelled at the performer and punched him again. Seeing that he did not fight back, he pointed his finger at him and continued to curse. He glanced at the three daggers that the man was holding tightly, and made a gesture of waving his hand again, but his hand stopped on the top of the man's head, as if to scare the other party, and then went down with a curse and grin, and there were many cheers along the way. In fact, some people in the crowd whispered, "They are fleeing, the family is pitiful enough, what's the point of bullying people?" Zhou Dao heard it next to him, but he didn't dare to say these words out loud, and was covered by the loud noise.

After making a fuss for a while and seeing that no one came up to beat him further, Xu Shiyi said to the man, "What's the matter, what are you doing steadily?" Your turn. The man gritted his teeth and stood silently with his head bowed. His mother-in-law let go of the child and stood up, and walked straight to Xu Shiyi, "Pear, I'll come." She spread out a hand. Xu Shiyi looked at her, snorted and handed it over, "Don't take it in your hand, put it on your head." He added. The woman took the pear and glanced at her man, "I believe you." With that, he walked over to the target under the city walls, slowly placed the pear on top of his head, and closed his eyes.

The man stood outside the line and looked at his haggard and thin wife opposite, his face was pale and could not see joy and sorrow, and the dagger in his hand trembled slightly.