Su Yang hurried to Peony Villa, he really wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of person this world's number one merry man was.

If you haven't even looked at your opponent, how do you know what to do with him?

Besides, if you don't go to Peony Villa, your three hundred taels of silver will not be wasted, and you will really become a big wrongdoer.

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Luoyang in March, flowers like brocade.

On the hillside behind the Peony Villa, peonies are blooming all over the place, and there are horses leaping everywhere in the horse pen just enclosed by a wooden fence under the hillside.

But it's more about people, people in the rivers and lakes!

Since half a month ago, Qiu Xingjian, the director of Sunset Racecourse, released the news that he would sell horses in Peony Villa, and there have been high-rollers from the rivers and lakes coming here.

The horses of the Sunset Racecourse are famous all over the world, and where there is daylight, there are horses in the Sunset Racecourse.

Wan Junwu, the hero of Heshuo, half-closed his eyes, as if he was not interested in anything, reclined on a soft chair made of soft rattan.

Wan Junwu debuted at the age of fourteen, killed people at the age of sixteen, and at the age of nineteen with a big Pu knife, cut the head of the thief Feng Hu at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and at the age of twenty-three, he replaced the habitual Dapu knife with a fish scale purple gold knife.

Maybe he saw through the rivers and lakes, but he was tired of the rivers and lakes, so at the age of forty-four, in front of the heroes of the world, he sealed the knife and washed his hands, and the fish scale purple gold knife that had followed him for many years had been wrapped in yellow cloth and was offered on the sandalwood frame in front of the golden statue of Guan Shengye.

But a man like him, if he didn't have a knife at hand, as if he didn't have any clothes, would never just walk out of the room. So he brought three more knives today.

His senior brother "Wansheng Knife" Xu Tong, his proud disciple "Quick Knife" Fang Cheng, and his sworn friend "Ruyi Knife" Gao Feng.

Whoever has these three knives by his side is enough to deal with any emergency, even if the most mysterious and powerful gang in the rivers and lakes, the Blue Dragon Society, wants his life, it is very difficult to get his hands on.

Good horses were brought to the pens in front of him, bought at a high price, and his eyes were half-closed.

It wasn't until at last a very special horse was brought into the stall alone that his eyes opened.

This horse was brought in by Qiu Xingjian himself, and his whole body was like ink, only the tip of his nose was a little snow-white.

There was an immediate exclamation from the crowd, and everyone could tell that this was a good horse.

Qiu Xingjian patted the horse's head, his face also showed joy and pride, and introduced to Wan Junwu: "It's called the Divine Arrow, Wan Daxia is today's Bole, of course, you can see that this is a good horse." ”

Wan Junwu shook his head lazily: "I'm not Bole, and this horse is not a good horse." ”

"Why?" Qiu Xingjian asked.

Wan Junwu hadn't answered yet, but a young man with a sword on his shoulder walked down from the hillside, it was Su Yang. The grass, the sun, the peony flowers and the horses, coupled with Su Yang's smile, make people feel comfortable.

"It's not good to just hear the name."

Su Yang said with a smile: "The arrow can't reach far, and it is urgent first and then slow, this horse must not have enough stamina." ”

Wan Junwu was still lying on the soft chair, with his identity, there were not many people in the martial arts who could let him stand up and speak, his eyes swept over this strange young swordsman, and finally landed on the wine jug and sword on his waist, and asked lightly: "Quick Sword Xiao Su also knows horses?" ”

Su Yang shook his head: "I don't understand horses, but I understand wine." ”

Qiu Xingjian asked: "What do you mean by this, we don't sell wine today, we sell horses." ”

"In the eyes of an alcoholic, a horse that knows how to drink is a good horse." Su Yang said as he took off the wine jug on his waist and walked towards the back stall.

There were only a dozen skinny horses in the stall that had been picked up, Su Yang walked to the stall, opened the lid of the wine jug, first took a big sip of his own, and then shook the wine jug in front of the horse pen.

In the corner of the stall stood a thin horse with a hunched back, lazy and unrefreshed, standing alone in the corner, as if unwilling to be with other horses. The other horses did not react to the smell of wine in the air, but this thin horse seemed to be stimulated by something, raised the horse's head suddenly, the big eyes were all around, the nose twitched a few times, and suddenly spread his legs and trot, squeezed away the horse in front of him, rushed to Su Yang, aimed at the wine jug and opened his mouth wide, and his purple tongue licked around his lips, looking impatient.

Su Yang laughed, lifted the wine jug and poured it into its mouth.

Wan Junwu's eyes lit up, and Qiu Xingjian also smiled.

This horse is called "old wine", and every meal must be filled with good wine, otherwise he will not even eat a mouthful, and he will be depressed.

This is the most valuable BMW in today's Sunset Racecourse. Once it runs wildly, its stamina rises, and even the top masters in the rivers and lakes can't catch up.

Di Qinglin's master is one of the top masters in the rivers and lakes, but Di Qinglin only needs one knife to kill his master, so Di Qinglin can of course be regarded as the top master in the rivers and lakes.

So Su Yang stroked the neck of the "old wine", his heart was already happy, and the thought that this top master in the rivers and lakes couldn't kill him, oh no, he couldn't kill himself, it was very refreshing.

Su Yang felt that he was like a monkey now, tiptoeing behind the Buddha, ready to smash the Buddha's head with a stick.

It's a pity that Bole is not necessarily rich, Bole can be a horse, but it may not be able to buy a horse.

At least Su Yang, Bole, couldn't afford it, so he could only watch others bid, and at the same time think of a way to get this old wine without spending money.

More and more people participated in this bidding, and after a stick of incense, the price of "old wine" has soared to 9,500 taels.

For a horse, this is already a large number, even if the emperor Lao Tzu wants to spend so much money to buy a horse, he has to consider whether he will be drowned by the saliva of the official.

Wan Junwu made a move, and he slowly stretched out a fist. With just one action, all the noise on the hillside came to an abrupt end.

In the silence, Wan Junwu's fist opened, and three fingers rose out, making a gesture of hand.

Manager Qiu immediately announced loudly: "Wan Daxia bid 30,000 taels, is there anyone who bids higher?" ”

There was a gasp on the hillside, but everyone kept their mouths shut, although it was a shame to bid with Wan Daxia, but the vast majority of people here were not worth 30,000 taels even if they tore off their entire faces.

Wan Junwu was full of spirit, and was about to enter the fence to lead the horse in person, when he suddenly heard someone say: "I will give 30,000 and 3 taels." ”

Wan Junwu's face immediately sank, and he muttered, "I already knew that this kid would definitely come to make trouble." ”

Qiu Xingjian was overjoyed, and laughed: "I didn't expect Di Xiaohou to come in time!" ”

The crowd of people separated on both sides of the tide, and everyone wanted to see the demeanor of this hereditary first-class marquis, who was the first to be the most romantic man today.

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