The copper coins that Wang Anfeng counted out, plus the silver money, should be able to live in the inn in this small city for three or five days, eating and drinking.

But when the money was used up, the city was still quiet, the people from the White Tiger Hall did not appear, and the people from the Heavenly Sword Gate were more like old Taoist priests who had been closed, and there was no news.

In the past few days, the young man went out with his sword every day, but he did not find any suspicious characters, and when he had no intention of asking the shopkeeper, the strangeness in the old man's eyes told Wang Anfeng that in the eyes of these residents, he himself might be the strangest one.

He carried the piano and the sword on his back.

Civil, unliterate.

The young man laughed and didn't care, but he just took another bite of the meat bun in his hand and walked back after eating it clean.

He only moved around the compound.

Stopping at the entrance of the old street, the sound of sword dancing can often be heard in the courtyard under the third plane tree, and you can also see disciples wearing white sword robes coming out every day to buy some meat, vegetables and fruits.

But it seems that he has taken root here, and there is no sign of wanting to leave, as if he is ready to live here permanently, but since this is the case, he has not hidden the slightest trace of his whereabouts.

Honghui still sternly admonished his disciples and instructed him to practice swordsmanship.

The days are as plain as boiling tea without taste.

If you want to say anything about the accident, it was just yesterday, a lot of paper money was burned in the courtyard, and Wang Anfeng was in the inn room at that time, and the whole person was sitting on the window edge.

Looking at the flames burning over there for a long time, and also seeing Hong Feibai's figure, the young man couldn't find him, his eyes were just staring at the burning paper money, as if the firelight also burned in his eyes.

The next day, it was the same sword practice again.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, and felt that the method of waiting for the rabbit didn't seem to be very useful, maybe he knew that this was the last moment, whether it was the Heavenly Sword Gate or the White Tiger Hall, they were like foxes lurking and preparing to pounce on their prey, quite old and spicy, quite patient.

In the inn.

Wang Anfeng sat on the bed, and the iron sword that cost him nine hundred and seventy wen was placed on the table, and he used the sword maintenance method taught by Mr. Win, and maintained it well.

The young man raised his long sword, facing the cold sunlight in winter, but there was a little cold light, and he flicked his fingers, but his voice was still a little noisy.

In any case, the sword should be worth a little more.

It shouldn't be difficult to get back to the basics.

Wang Anfeng hesitated a little about this question, thought about it, raised his hand to put the sword in the scabbard, and stood up.

I haven't gained anything in the past few days, so I just went a little farther today, but I really can't do it, go to the largest restaurant and teahouse in the city to take a look and see if there are any clues.

Since this place is said to be Lao Cai, then the news must not be so circulating.

Wang Anfeng picked up the sword, locked the room, turned around and went down to the inn, and was half-lying on the table, the boss who was playing with the abacus raised his eyes and glanced at him, and lazily withdrew his gaze, not interested in greeting this guest.

Xiao Er was quite enthusiastic, and sent Wang Anfeng out of the inn door with a greeting before turning back.

There were not many guests at this time, Xiao Er leaned against the door and said with emotion:

"This guest officer, I don't know what he came to our city to do?"

"Could it be that they are also here to visit the martial artists of those sect heroes?"

He was deeply impressed by the poor iron sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, so he made this guess.

Great Qin Shangwu, the inheritance of the sects in the seventy-two counties is innumerable, near this city, it is the famous Heavenly Sword Sect, one-handed swordsmanship, complicated and profound, and the brain is not very good can not remember the sword road.

If you don't like this kind of skill-based advanced swordsmanship, there is a Tiger Sword School that advocates strength not far away, and the domineering swordsmanship is purely able to overwhelm people, and it is also majestic.

I just want to practice the rest of the blades, fists and feet, and each has a mountain sect to worship.

Maybe it was seventy years ago, there was a swordsman in the Heavenly Sword Sect who broke through the sea of clouds with a three-foot wooden sword, and the impression left was too deep, no matter whether the Heavenly Sword Sect had declined in the past thirty years, no matter how many eye-catching things other Jianghu sects had made.

The two counties are handed over, and when people within a radius of more than 500 miles mention the martial arts sect, the first thing that comes to mind is the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The shopkeeper who pulled the abacus raised his eyes, sneered, and said:

"Just him?"

"The sword in the hand is not much stronger than the farm tools, and what kind of swordsmanship can be used? I spent most of the whole day in the house, I didn't practice the piano, I didn't study, I was young, but I was lazy, what kind of sword did I practice? ”

Xiao Er was dumbfounded for a while, thinking of the behavior of the young guest officer these days, he had to nod and say:

"I'm really lazy."

The shopkeeper put down the abacus, heyed, and said:

"Lazy is lazy."

"But this is nothing, yesterday I went out and met the shopkeeper Sun of the Yunlai Inn, and chatted with him for a while, there was also a young man from there, and his appearance was outstanding, but his bones were much lazier than this one."

"To be honest, according to Lao Sun, if that one starves himself to death because of lazy bones that day, I am not curious at all."

"Young people should look like young people, just as they are active, and they can't always be idle all day long, right?"

Xiao Er nodded approvingly, but found that the shopkeeper seemed to be gossiping, but a pair of eyes fell directly on his body, as if he was going to pull a few copper coins from his body, the smile on his face was a little broken, he stood up, and said:

"The water is almost boiling."

Then he stopped the small talk, turned around and went to get the rag, came out with water, and wiped the already very clean tables, which were very attentive.

The shopkeeper nodded in satisfaction.

At the end, he was still muttering in his heart, what are young people doing idle, what are they idle.

It's a small city.

Even the highest and best restaurants are far from being able to compare with Fufeng County, and any one is more luxurious than here.

Wang Anfeng stood opposite the restaurant, the old man who opened the tea stall gave him a pot of tea, thirteen copper coins, looked at the shabby iron sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, and thought it was from the city to see those young people in the rivers and lakes.

He smiled and greeted:

"Young man, look at your outfit, you can also do kung fu?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned, turned the iron sword in his hand, and replied with a smile:

"A little."

The old man smiled:

"Martial arts are almost tight."

"You're still young, just practice in the future."

"The restaurant in front of us, but it is a good place in our city, and the heroes of all sects often drink in it, look, it is really a good man."

Wang Anfeng said: "Don't we have our own people in the city?" ”

The old man said hesitantly:

"Who's going to go? So expensive......"

After saying a few more words, another guest came, a little Taoist priest who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, a little petite, but with a lot of luggage, the old man stopped the conversation and went over to greet the little Taoist.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the restaurant opposite, and saw that it was really more lively inside, and there were many people in the rivers and lakes.

There are those who carry knives, those who wear double-edged blades, and those who have empty hands, but whose muscles and bones are unusually thick.

But there are fewer people who use swords, only a few, and none of them use the three-foot Qingfeng that is commonly seen in the rivers and lakes.

These swords were all rough men, the width of the sword was two palms wide, and the lower it went, the thinner it became, and the whole looked like a large iron cone for siege, and the grip was longer than that of ordinary weapons.

As long as Wang Anfeng glanced at it, he didn't need to fight, he knew that this weapon must be of astonishing weight, and the effect of smashing it would never be inferior to the heavy weapons used by generals on the battlefield.

The ones with knives on their backs are a little familiar.

His face was a little bruised, as if it had been frozen in the snow, and there were many stoves in the restaurant, and they poured the liquor in the cups again and again, but it was useless.

Maybe Wang Anfeng didn't cover his sight, those men were a little drunk, but they always felt a little uncomfortable.

It's like a bright murder knife hanging from the back of his neck, and there are bursts of hair in his heart.

But I couldn't find any reason, so I had to hold the black porcelain wine bowl in one hand, sit in front of the dining table and look around, thinking that it was nothing, and breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and a man in his early thirties came down from upstairs.

Lowered his head to drink the wine in this bowl, and suddenly the man sitting at the door of the inn shook his wrist, and the wine bowl in his hand fell directly to the ground.

The man who came down frowned.

Immediately, they pretended that nothing had happened, but these people seemed to be completely unprepared to give the upper echelons of their sect any face, and the sound of the clattering wine bowl cracking kept ringing out.

Those warriors who were knocked unconscious in the snowfield hundreds of miles away, and finally picked up a life, trembled, and their faces turned pale when they looked at it.

It's like seeing a nightmare.

The man who came down from the roof frowned, looking in that direction with a slightly stunned expression.

Through the smell of alcohol, I saw a young man sitting at the table of the tea stall opposite. Dressed in a pale blue robe, black hair hanging down behind his back, a sword was placed horizontally on the table, he was looking in this direction thoughtfully, raising his hand to drink tea, and he was not the slightest surprised when he was discovered, and his black eyes seemed to be smiling, like a sword fairy in the heavenly palace.