He came to a small border town.

It's not a backwooded country. It's not a big place, but it's very lively. Fruit and vegetable sellers shouted on the roadside, and many snacks were also out of the stall at noon. At the beginning of spring, the weather has warmed up, and there are already a lot of beautiful flowers picked by the little girl, put together, colorful, and sold to pedestrians to subsidize their families. It seems that the village is quite wealthy and in the mood for such bells and whistles.

There was a faint singing sound from the small theater in the distance. As he walked, his singing faded and was replaced by another peculiar shout. There was a man on the side of the street who played a sword and sang. It is said to be sung, but occasionally there is a voice or two, not out of tune, and the rest of the part is to depict a wonderful adventure story by speaking. A lot of people gathered around, mostly children. Most of the children love this kind of extravagant thing, and the adults love to listen to it.

Strangely, there was no bowl next to him. Even if they are beggars, they will put a bowl or basket in front of them to collect money. He didn't, someone threw the copper plate to the ground, he just smiled, didn't pick it up, and continued to tell his story.

So he took a few steps closer to the man, crossed his arms, and listened to the excitement together. But it didn't take two sentences to know that he was messing around, and the man said that this sword was given by the lord of the city, or when he was a prince, what merit he had, and what hardships he experienced after that. Speaking of emotion, although it is not enough to talk about tears, it is also heartbreaking and regretful. In a lame story that sounds really tragic, but the pot is thrown to the court at some point, the man finally reveals his true purpose.

"Today, the times are not good, and I am in such a deplorable situation. I hope that the heroes of the rivers and lakes will lend a helping hand and help me, a poor abandoned man! Although I said that I had a mastery, I was afraid of hurting the innocent here, so I couldn't do it. Now, I am determined to sell this light sword that has been with me for many years. I hope that all the heroes will enjoy the food! ”

"He's so pitiful, let's help him!" The children all pulled the corners of the adults' clothes and said.

I couldn't listen to it anymore and left.

The story, it's a good story, but it's a bit old-fashioned, he remembers that there were several routines in the previous story. Moreover, the feelings are too rich, and people who have really experienced strong winds and waves are not so pompous. At last...... If it weren't for the sword, he had seen it on the waist of a guard of a large family he had seen on the road, and he would have found it somewhat convincing.

You can't be wrong, the scratches on the hilt and the sword are exactly the same. Eighty percent, this kid secretly followed.

The auction began inexplicably, and he silently withdrew from the crowd. Prepare to find the town's inn. There is still a long way to go from the capital, and it will not be possible to get down in three or five days. I bought a cake in the downtown area, and the horse was taken away. He knew who it was, but he didn't plan to chase it, this old yellow horse ghost goblin, he ate too much, and he refused to use any extra strength. When the temper comes up, I send you to carry it, like a donkey. finally seized the opportunity and quickly got rid of it.

Given that the town was indeed small and could drive horses, he really did not find anything to sell. There was some delay on this day, mainly due to a rabbit cub who snatched the old lady's money bag at the entrance of the alley. He caught him, endured it, and slipped up to the old lady, but he didn't expect her to be old and strong, and beat him harder than anyone else with a crutch, which startled him. It was already evening when we arrived at the station. The big city not far away also allowed cars and horses to pass at night, but not here, he could only stay for one night.

Bad luck, the guests were full, and sure enough, the kindness was not rewarded. But he had always been able to make do with it, and decided to lie down on the table and sleep all night. He was the type who couldn't get up even if he fell asleep and burned the door of his house, but the environment didn't create conditions for him to fall asleep at all. It was good to be quiet and quiet, but in the southwest corner of the lobby, the farthest place from himself, there was a little king and eight lambs who didn't know if they had drunk too much wine or what, and they were "making a lot of noise". He didn't want to care, after all, there were several drunks around. The inn shouldn't serve wine! This time I went to the capital and I must report to the imperial court.

He buried his head and continued to lie on his stomach. Listen, there's something wrong with the story coming from there—it's kind of familiar. He pricked up one ear and listened to the somewhat familiar episode. If you listen carefully, the voice is almost the same as the kid who played the sword and sang in the morning. This ...... Listening to his twenties, his voice is younger than his own. But whoever you are, arguing him to sleep is the original sin.

He walked over with his knife.

Violence is not a problem, but it is the creator of it. Most of the time, though, deterrence before violence is committed is enough to stop a lot of unnecessary waste of resources.

The storyteller was indeed stunned for a moment, and the topic came to an abrupt halt. The other Jianghu people who drank too much were originally unconvinced, but seeing his menacing appearance with a knife in both hands, it seemed that he was real, and they stopped talking. It's just that they didn't just walk away so easily. After all, a dozen people, can you be afraid of a double knife?

"You ......"

He was just about to say a few words when he saw the sword he boasted about on the table. So he grabbed it and weighed it. It feels more valuable than the one in the morning, but it's not any better, and the devil knows where this kid came from. He turned his head and looked at the man again. The storyteller's peach-colored peach blossom eyes were slick and energetic, with three-seven-point bangs pasted on his forehead, and a turquoise green headband tied up in a high ponytail at the back. This outfit ...... It's not exquisite, the clothes that people in the rivers and lakes have, earthy brown, with a gray belt, not dirty. This man looks white and clean, why does he have a bad stomach?

The other party also glanced him up and down without any worries, his face did not change and his heart did not beat.

"Uh, this young man, I see that you are also a person in the rivers and lakes, right?"

"Less nonsense. Have I seen you during the day? ”

"Isn't it such an old-fashioned pick-up routine...... Belch! ”

Halfway through his words, the tip of the white knife was already aimed at his throat. The storyteller swallowed and slowly moved his hand to the sword on the table. He moved the black knife and stabbed it on the table, the tip of the knife sinking into the board, and the storyteller hurriedly withdrew his hand. At this time, the onlookers also took a step back, leaving a larger open space. The reality of those who drink too much wine and act bravely outside the script is not so much. Although the wine is strong and intimidating, no one wants to take the initiative to make trouble.

just blew himself up to the gods, and now he lost a lot of face. The storyteller stood up strongly. The young man didn't move, but the tip of the knife moved up with his gaze as he got up, and his head didn't shake. The storyteller cleared his throat and said sharply:

"What do we Jianghu people value the most? Loyalty. Today, you take the initiative to cause trouble, and I have a lot of adults, so I don't care about you. Offend me, hum, you have good fruit to eat. But now that I let you go, you must remember my kindness, and if there is anything ...... in the future."

"Smack!"

The young man stepped on the bench, but his body still did not tremble. The cracking sound came from the wood beneath his feet, and he probably didn't exert enough strength, the bench just cracked. It is estimated that he is even more afraid of losing money, but he is not afraid of himself at the moment, and he has a completely "business with me" face. The eyes hooked from the bottom to the top are like knives, which can peel a layer of skin off the storyteller's face.

He shrank back a little and waved his hand.

"Ahem--seeing that you are extraordinary in appearance and upright, you must also be a good hand at punishing adultery and eliminating evil. The rivers and lakes just lack talents like you! Knives are also good knives! I've never seen someone as extraordinary as you, let alone so sharp and ...... A good knife that is so clean. It seems that you must be famous, going back and forth between the wind and fire, and walking through the ......"

"Are you bragging not to take me with you?"

"Brother, there are so many people, you give me a face......"

"For your mother."

"How do you curse?"

"Scold your mother."

"No, you can scold me, but you can't scold my mother. My mother, her old man......"

"Where's your mother?"

“…… Okay, okay, you're all right. ”

"Where did you steal the sword?"

"What stolen, this was the ...... of the eighteenth prince himself"

"Good sword, huh? Come on, come on, I'll put the knife here, and you can take it yourself. Touch it constantly with your last name. ”

The people next to him are watching lively, and the people at the post station can't stand it. They walked over and shouted to stop them, pulling them apart. The young people can be regarded as giving them enough face, and they don't continue to be embarrassed. On the surface of the storyteller, he didn't look like he was going to his heart, but in his mind, he actually scolded the ancestral grave on the opposite side for eight consecutive years, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

The rest of the people had enough of the excitement, some went back to their houses, and some went to the town to find a place to stay. There were only two of them left in the entire lobby, one lying in the northeast corner, and one nesting in the southwest corner, looking like they couldn't get along with each other. It doesn't matter, the storyteller thought, anyway, no one knows anyone after today's pass. It's a big deal to have a heart this time, and I won't say a set of nonsense in a small place on the same day in the future, so as not to be nosy and embarrassed for myself. Alas, I wanted to brag and live in the rented house of those big brothers, but who knew that they were all disturbed by this stinky boy, which was annoying.

Thinking about it, he also fell asleep on the table. At dawn, he woke up and stretched, his shoulder aching. Afraid that he was cold, he secretly scolded yesterday's incident again in his heart. Stood up and moved his muscles in the lobby, walking around the young man. He was still sleeping soundly, and the storyteller quietly leaned his ear over, and heard him breathing evenly, afraid that he had not woken up yet.

The pair of knives behind his back...... Looks really good. No matter how you say it, he is also knowledgeable, but yesterday he was in a hurry and couldn't organize the language. The knives were fast and sharp, and I don't know what they were made of, but they were worth a lot of money. Thinking of this, he had the idea of being a thief. So, he first touched the young man, but there was no response, and he shouted twice, and slept soundly.

"Hey, boy, fool, big pig's trotters?"

It looks like I'm really not awake. So he rolled up his sleeves, tiptoed, and gently pulled out the pair of scimitars. He figured out that if he was caught red-handed, he would say that he was just joking. Anyway, the carriage and horses have already been released, and you can't do anything with me if I run away. Then, he took his nerve and pulled the pair out of the metal hoop in one go.

Alright, it's done!

To say that this knife is really heavy, he almost didn't hold it and fell to the ground, and his heart was about to jump out. He can still hold it, but he is not mentally prepared. Carrying the new knife he had touched, he rode on his horse, hummed a song, and set off towards the vast world.

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