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At noon in the autumn sun, hanging high like ten thousand swords hitting the air and falling to the ground.

On Wuli Street, pedestrians are bustling with each other, as if last night's life-and-death killing had never happened, the corpses of the Black Soil Gang have already been disposed of by the Baiyun Gang overnight, and the blood stains on the ground have already been washed away, and the smell of blood has gradually dissipated under the night wind.

But if you have a keen sense of smell, you can still smell the residual smell of blood.

Lin Xiao walked out of the largest blacksmith shop, and sighed leisurely, still not buying a satisfactory sword.

The sword in the blacksmith shop is about the same as the sword in the gang's armory, but it is fifty percent more expensive, for Lin Xiao, it is better to buy one in the gang's armory.

Although he is rich now, he can't waste it.

Or, find a time to go into the county seat and buy a better quality sword.

As he walked along the street, Lin Xiao suddenly saw a lot of people gathered on the street, vaguely hearing any swords or something, and walked over a few steps in his heart, squeezing into the crowd.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. ”

"Squeeze what, rush to reincarnation. ”

But when he turned his head and saw Lin Xiao's indifferent expression, and then saw the logo of the White Cloud Gang on his body, he immediately shrunk his neck and withdrew from the crowd, he couldn't be provoked.

After a while, Lin Xiao's surroundings were empty, and no one dared to squeeze him.

Although the Baiyun Gang has strict rules and will not harass or target ordinary people under normal circumstances, gangs are gangs, and they will always make people feel afraid, Lin Xiao will not bully ordinary people, but he will not deliberately treat them well, and ignore them irrelevantly.

In front, there is a middle-aged man sitting on the ground, with long hair tied behind his head with a piece of grass at will, gray temples, a handsome face, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, stubble on his chin, and a little lazy and casual on his face, who doesn't seem to take everything to heart, his shoulders are broad, his back is straight, and he is wearing an old gray robe.

The middle-aged man was holding a red sandalwood shiny wine gourd in his left hand, and he was drinking without a sip, but on the ground on his right hand was a sword.

The sword body is shiny and bright, with feather-like lines, the blade is slightly blue, the half of the sword body close to the sword Tan has a convex sword spine, and the half of the sword body at the edge of the sword has a blood groove.

As soon as Lin Xiao's gaze turned, he was immediately caught by the sword, and he couldn't move away anymore.

Good sword!

With the sword sense honed by Lin Xiao's basic swordsmanship, he could tell at first glance that it was a good sword, a sword that was much better than the iron sword he bought from the gang's arsenal for one or two silver.

But how much better, Lin Xiao can't say.

All in all, it is a good sword, and the first time he saw it, Lin Xiao's heart beat faster.

On the floor under the sword, there are lines of words like dragons and phoenixes, the handwriting is chic and uninhibited and not scribbled and messy, but it gives people a sense of beauty like flowing water, but Lin Xiao can see some doorways from the handwriting, those words are carved with a sword, and every word seems to contain a wisp of edge.

"The family heirloom sword is only given to those who are destined, and whoever can pull it up can take it away. ”

There is also a smaller line of words below: If you want to draw your sword, you must pay a tael of silver.

"I want this sword. A voice sounded, Lin Xiao saw that it was a small leader of the Baiyun Gang, the words fell, he took out a tael of silver and threw it in front of the middle-aged man, walked directly to the sword, and reached out to hold the hilt.

In the next breath, the little leader suddenly exerted his strength, and with a sonorous sound, the sword was drawn.

"Hahahaha, this sword is mine. The little boss laughed, and Lin Xiao seemed to be stunned when he saw the middle-aged man, and he looked a little caught off guard.

"Wait. The middle-aged man immediately spoke: "Your silver is fake, it doesn't count this time." ”

"What, you dare to slander me......" The little leader looked at it angrily, and suddenly his eyes widened and he couldn't say anything, only to see the middle-aged man pinching the silver two pairs of fingers and rubbing them gently, and the silver two turned into crumbs and fell.

"Fake. ”

"It's really fake. ”

"The people of the Baiyun Gang actually used fake money. ”

"When you knead it, it crumbles, it can't be made of mud. ”

Whispers of discussion rang out all around.

Lin Xiao's pupils contracted, and his heart was terrified.

That's definitely not fake money, it's real silver, the texture of silver is indeed relatively soft, yes, with his current strength, it is enough to pinch the silver flat, but pinching and crumbling into crumbs, those are two concepts.

After a few laughs, the little leader immediately reinserted his sword, did not dare to say anything or ask, and immediately retreated.

He is not stupid, and he can easily crumple silver into crumbs, even the big leaders of the gang can't do it.

What does this mean, it shows that this person who looks like a prodigal son is a master, at least a master of internal martial arts.

I can't afford to provoke it, I can't afford to provoke it.

The middle-aged man flicked his fingers lightly on the sword body, and the sword body suddenly trembled, emitting a clear and pure melodious sword sound, so pleasant, as if it was a fairy music that made people intoxicated.

"A tael of silver, yes, the lord came out. A strong man strode out and handed a tael of silver to the middle-aged man: "Let's see, it's real money." ”

The middle-aged man pretended to look at it twice and nodded: "It's real money." ”

"Then you take it, but don't wait for me to draw my sword and say it's fake money. The strong man shouted, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his big hand, and did not move, and then he lifted it, but he still did not move.

"Yo, I don't believe it. With a mutter, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and burst out with all his strength, making him blush and thick, but still not moving.

Then, there were three more failures, and Lin Xiao immediately retreated.

Suspected of being a master of internal training, giving away a sword, a tael of silver, could it be that he wanted to cheat some money to drink a bar, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a routine, even though Lin Xiao coveted the sword, he was unwilling to enter the trap.

The little brother stopped. A voice came, and Lin Xiao not only did not stop, but walked faster, walking like flying, as if there was a vicious wolf chasing behind him.

"Little brother, I look at your face, it should be a fateful person, why not give it a try. The voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, no matter how quickly Lin Xiao left, it was always clear.

"Hehehehehe. Lin Xiao sneered, feeling more and more that this was a routine, if he got into the trap, he might go bankrupt, and the faster his steps: "I believe you are a ghost, and you want to cheat me out of a tael of silver." ”

Staring at Lin Xiao's distant back, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said as if talking to himself: "The young man is quite vigilant, but it should be yours, it will be yours, and you can't hide it." ”

Hang the wine gourd on your waist and get up, the figure is long and vigorous, and the moment you get up, you have a feeling of spreading your wings and flying high.

I saw him draw his sword and rise, put the sword back into the sheath, and waved the sleeves of his robe, and the words engraved on the floor were directly smoothed out, without the slightest trace, as for those silver taels, he ignored them, everyone only felt that there seemed to be a phantom in front of them, and it seemed that there was a gust of wind blowing, and when they came back to their senses, there was no one in front of them, the sword was gone, the words were gone, and only a few taels of silver remained.

"My silver. ”

", that's my silver. ”

A group of people suddenly scuffled over those few taels of silver.