In recent years, the curtain call of the Tim Festival has often ended in an unprecedented pomp. And Liexun City has always implemented Lu Chi's extravagant style, and it has pushed it to the extreme.

At the beginning of the year, it is often the end of the year.

The money circulating in the city, in the Tianjie, will eventually be collected into Lu Chi's arsenal for the absurd reason of paying taxes. The inhabitants of the city will also have no money to squander on these days.

Usually, the dazzling array of goods on Yuru Street will also be changed to sell goods, and will be sold to meet the needs of more poor people.

The people who peddle goods are craftsmen or small traders, and they know what the common people need, so this kind of vendor also accounts for the vast majority of Yuru Street.

Of course, Lu Chi knew that this kind of harsh government was only consuming manpower, and when manpower was exhausted, it was cholera. But that's exactly what he needs at times like these.

The sudden burst of cold breath made Sikong Xi shudder, and he turned around in shock, but he didn't see anything. In the Yuru street, there is nothing but the bustling crowd and the loud shopkeepers.

But at this time, he slowly stopped his gaze, and looked at the shop in the corner, the shop that sold steamed buns.

It was noon, Yi Yu and Gu Key had something important to go out, and Sikong Xi rarely had a leisure. During the festival, he saw the prosperity of the city of Liesun, and then after the festival, the situation seemed to be the same as it was today, and it did not change at all.

The banner of "Chang Yi Bun Shop" in the book fluttered in the breeze, like a big battle in front of the battle tied with an oxtail. The young man with an exotic appearance stood behind the desk, making a loud and shouting motion, but no one came to buy his buns.

Sikong Xi's body shook suddenly, and only then did he really see the young man's appearance clearly. He abruptly looked away. But the young man's voice came again, as if he had already eaten him, "Friend, don't you want a few buns?" ”

The young man squinted at the war knife that Sikong Xi was carrying on his waist, and his voice was kind and inevitably tinged with flattery, "We're already friends, aren't we?" ”

"Who's friends with you! Don't talk nonsense! Sikong Xi flicked his sleeves and shook the young man's outstretched hand.

The young man was slightly stunned, smiled a little embarrassedly, wrapped a few buns into a paper bag, and handed them to Sikong Xi, "Freshly steamed, hot!" ”

Sikong Xi and the young man's eyes suddenly met. The dark brown eyes with a small patch of white puff did not look like people from Lu Zhou, and they looked cold. But the young man's funny demeanor perfectly hid his already cold face under his expression. The last time they met, Sikong Xi didn't look at the young man's face because of his face, but this careful observation made him more convinced of his thoughts.

This young man with a mask came from the far north.

"That ......" In line with the inferior nature of calling Hanako, Sikong Xi followed the young man's gaze, hesitated slightly, and finally took the bag of buns.

The young man's eyes always stopped at Sikong Xi's waist card and did not move, "Little general, can you still have fun playing with the Hou Tianjie?" ”

"How do you know?" Sikong Xi was stunned.

"Haha! Don't worry, little general, I don't have the guts to spy on you," the young man re-closed the cage cover, and his face became more and more blurry under the haze of steam, "I just think that the little general is a messenger from outside the office, right?" I think it's time to go back after finishing my errand. ”

"I'm from the military service." Sikong Xi took a bite on the bun and didn't bite into the filling. He glanced at the young man's squinted eyes and took another bite, but only tasted a faint mouthful of gravy.

Sikong Xi frowned, but still swallowed it forcefully. Sure enough, no one came to buy this bun, not without reason.

The smile on the young man's face faded, and he turned to uncover the steamed bun on the other side, avoiding Sikong Xi's gaze.

"It turns out that the general came all the way from the military service," his words carried a trill characteristic of the Northland, making his words quick and indistinct, "Then the grass people will give you two more buns, right?" The journey back and forth was tiring, and I thought there was nothing to eat. ”

Sikong Xi was stunned, and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, "Don't, you can keep it and eat it for yourself!" ”

"Haha, what is the little general talking about? I'm a bun seller, so what is it if I keep it for myself? The young man smiled lowly, "I'm just afraid, friend, you dislike my buns, right?" ”

"No...... No. Sikong Xi was stunned, looked at the buns pushed over in front of him, and finally was ruthless and didn't answer, "I'm just a little strange, why the last time I saw you, you were still in the business of sharpening knives." Now you're selling buns here? ”

"Last time the little general came, the knife he held was also the one you carried, right?" Instead of answering Sikong Xi's question, the young man asked a strange question.

"Yes," Sikong Xi nodded, "This is a forged steel sword, and after you sharpen it, you still praise it as a good knife." ”

"Yes......," the young man muttered for a moment, "but forged steel knives are rare, and I forgot to touch the texture of this sword last time I was so happy with you that I only had a good conversation with you last time I sharpened it." It should be said that this is really worthy of the handiwork of General Lu Biao! ”

Sikong Xi's color changed slightly, and he frowned, "Yan Lingjue's name, how do you know it?" ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then a smile came up again, "The little general doesn't need to worry, I'm just hearsay." What's more, General Lu's prestige has already spread all over the country, and the villain has been admired for a long time, so he learned a little information. ”

"But the little general, your sword...... It seems that there are some flaws! ”

"Blemishes?" Sikong Xi suddenly stared at the young man and became nervous, "This knife is no better than those rough and indiscriminate!" And it's a good knife you've ever sharpened with your own hands! Didn't you ask me for money last time, don't you have to wait until you really settle accounts with me this time?! ”

"Phew! Shit money! The master won't give you a son if he dies! ”

Sikong Xi suddenly pulled out his war knife and raised it to his chest, and the demonstration was generally facing the young man.

The pale silver sword was reflective, and the sharpened blade was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of a gap. It is not difficult to see that the young man's skill in sharpening knives is indeed worthy of what he praises, and it should be excellent.

The killing intent on the sword bloomed in unison, chasing out like thousands of revenant souls asking for their lives. Although Sikong Xi has not really been in battle, this knife is a good knife that has really killed the enemy. He has the courage to pull it out and fight, and that is the upper limit.

"I wonder if the little general can give me this good knife and point it out?" The young man did not retreat, but advanced, and when he stepped forward, he stroked the blade of the war knife with his hand, and his intoxicated expression emerged.

"Loosen up! Your hands will be cut......" Sikong Xi suddenly stopped speaking.

He watched blankly as the young man stretched out his hand to caress the blade, not only was it not cut in the slightest, but it was intact!

"How? My friend ...... "The young man's dark brown eyes hide the vicissitudes of time, and it is impossible to guess how old he is." It's just that the shallow smile floating on the corner of his mouth still makes people shudder, like a poisonous snake in the shadows spitting out a hunting letter.

Sikong Xi has completely subverted the perception of this young man. If the last time we met, the young knife sharpener was just a little guy who liked to talk. In just a few days, the young man who sharpened his knife was transformed into a messenger in the shadows, selling buns but hiding many secrets.

He wanted to refuse the demands of the youth...... But the terrifying look in his eyes made it impossible for him to resist. Eventually, he slowly handed the knife out.

"It's a good knife!" The young man raised his sword and praised it, his entire palm covered the blade, and he slashed it slightly, revealing a little shade, "It's just that an important soul is missing!" ”

"Souls? What soul? Do knives have souls? Sikong Xi was stunned again, no matter where he thought about it, it didn't look like a guy who sold buns and used to be a knife sharpener could say, "Who are you?" ”

The cold wind inhaled his nose, which made Sikong Xi feel suffocated for a moment. At this moment, an old man with a cane bowed over. The old man's waist was bowed very low, and his lame pace was unexpectedly very fast. He went straight through Sikong Xi and placed two copper bahts on the desk.

"Give me three buns." The deep voice sounded, and the old man's face was still invisible to the big man, perhaps the old man who was begging on the street was called Hanako.

"Okay," the young man replied casually, gently placing his sword on the desk. The movements of his hands opened and closed widely, as if he didn't pay attention to the old man at all. He threw the wrapped bag in front of the old man and did not look at the old man again.

The old man took the bun and quickly left here with a trembling body. It's just that Sikong Xi thinks that the old man and the young man who hides the knife in his smile are very strange.

"Who am I?" After the old man left, the young man was not in a hurry to return the knife to Sikong Xi, but quietly looked at the lines on it, "Isn't it just a kid who sells steamed buns?"

"You talk nonsense!" Sikong Xi's face turned red, "You hurry up and return the knife to me, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind!" ”

The young man grinned and stretched out his hand to place the closed number plate in front of the shop.

When Sikong Xi saw it, he was stunned for a moment, his face full of incredulity, "Closed? So what to do with these buns? ”

"If the little general doesn't dislike it, just take it all, right?" The young man looked up at him.

But Sikong Xi dared to take it, and he didn't know how to repay the subsequent price!

"But it's only early in the morning, and you're going to close?"

"There are distinguished guests today, but it's just a few steamed buns, and it's not in the way." The young man turned around and walked to the house behind the shop, "Little general, please tell me about it." ”

"Don't worry, I don't have such a big pomp and don't want today's bun money," the young man took out a bun of keys from his pocket, "The shop is taken care of." My name is Qing Xian, and the word is often Yi. And what about your name, friend? ”

"Division...... Empty Xi. ”

"Huh...... When the distinguished guests come, it may be difficult for the humble house to enter the elegant hall, and the little general Haihan is invited. ”