"Who are those Mongol soldiers?"

Dongzhang looked at the big man who looked a little lonely and asked for the first time.

Dahan glanced at the expressionless Dongzhang and shook his head: "I don't know, when that husband came to the house, the Mongolian soldiers had already left." ”

After taking a deep look at the lonely man in front of him, Dongzhang walked out of the door with his sword, and said as he walked: "There is something you said wrong. ”

Dongzhang walked to the door, his thumb pushed out the blade, and the steel sword was raised above his head, at this time, there was a touch of scorching sun sprinkled on the cold light blade, and the dazzling light was instantly refracted, and Dongzhang's emotionless voice followed:

"It's a murder weapon, but it's not a murderous weapon."

Putting the sword back into its sheath and facing the bright sun, Dongzhang turned his head and showed a bright smile to the big man: "Dong Mou bought it, just to kill some disobedient pigs, dogs, and brute beasts, Dong Mou has always been a good citizen who abides by the law, Brother Guan, you think too much." ”

Dahan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Childe is right, sure enough, he is still a scholar, Guan has never read any books, and his mouth is stupid." ”

After speaking, the big man picked up the two bags of money on the table, followed two steps and said: "Then please take back the money and kill a few more brute beasts in the future." ”

But at this time, Dongzhang had already started to walk out, and when the big man was in a hurry to catch up a few steps, he saw Dongzhang waving his hand with his back, signaling that he didn't need to catch up, and then a fluttering voice came:

"This sword has already paid the bill, you can take it back."

"This..."

Dongzhang had already said this, and the big man could only stand hesitantly and watch Dongzhang's back gradually move away, and then seemed to have figured out something, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to the shop comfortably, as if a stone had fallen in his heart, and he drank some long-lost wine at night.

And Dongzhang, after saying goodbye to the Han, also walked on the way home alone, different from the hippie smiling face all the way to come, Dongzhang was silent on the way back, and when he came to the busy street, the familiar street stalls aunts and uncles joked at Dongzhang:

"Xiaodong was bullied by the fat girl in the backstreet? What kind of desolate look? ”

Looking at the sincere neighbor uncle and aunt opposite, Dongzhang also raised his smile again: "Yes, I have a lot of strength, so I have to drag me to her house to play." ”

"Ouch, ouch, that can't be done, that tiger girl can really do something, Xiaodong, you haven't been bullied, right?"

Aunt Li, who sold green onions, instantly became excited, and hurriedly asked Xiang Dongzhang, and the other few also stretched their necks with curiosity, the street sellers were shouting all day, but it was impossible to have pedestrians at any time, and there were only a few familiar ones, how could the idle time not be boring, and gossip and gossip were normal.

Dongzhang smiled and said, "Guess." ”

As soon as these words came out, the curious uncles and aunts instantly rolled their eyes, Dongzhang just ignored them, raised the long sword in his hand, and said, "I'm going home to practice calligraphy, goodbye, everyone." ”

Looking at Dongzhang raised the long cloth strip in his hand, Aunt Li was instantly attracted by this object, she had actually noticed it when she met just now, but before she could ask, this time she saw Dongzhang swinging by himself, so she couldn't help but ask:

"Xiaodong, what kind of good thing is the long strip of cloth in your hand?"

"It's a pen, auntie."

Aunt Li instantly looked at the departing Dongzhang with black lines on her face, a dead boy, what pen is more than a meter long, this child is getting more and more slippery, and then she burst out laughing.

After such a fight by the neighbors, Dongzhang has readjusted his mood, and he came to the door of his house after a short time with a stainless steel sword, and pushed open the courtyard door, and the smell of the fragrance has wafted to his face.

Seeing Aunt Liu holding a big bowl of soup and vegetables, Dongzhang floated in front of Aunt Liu with light steps, not afraid of being hot, and took the vegetable soup from Aunt Liu with one hand and brought it to the stone table, and then the two of them chatted while eating and talking.

Aunt Liu naturally noticed the long strip of cloth that Dongzhang got back, but she was just a cook, so naturally she wouldn't ask anything, she just ate the dishes as she should, but Dongzhang took the initiative to speak:

"Auntie, I want you to help me sew a belt."

"Belt?"

"Well, if it's thicker and longer, it's best to have two layers up and down for the saber, because my sword weighs about eleven or twelve pounds, and I'm afraid I can't hang it with only one."

"Yikes! Got a heavy sword? ”

Aunt Liu was taken aback, saying that it was a sword, but this weight is not much different from an axe, and an ordinary belt really can't hold this weight, seeing Aunt Liu a little surprised, Dongzhang couldn't help but point to the long strip of cloth placed next to the osmanthus tree.

"Na, that's it, after eating, Auntie will try its weight and estimate it, I'm not in a hurry to use it, Auntie doesn't have to rush to work overnight."

"Okay."

Aunt Liu did not doubt him, knowing that her young master usually practiced some fists and feet, and she had a lot of strength, Aunt Liu naturally knew, and in the afternoon, after participating in the study of the Jiuyang True Scripture, Dongzhang went to sleep leisurely.

The next day, Aunt Liu came home early in the morning from grocery shopping and saw Dongzhang holding a stainless steel sword in the yard to take out the sword and collect the sheath, out of the sword and collect the sheath, and the cycle was such an action, Aunt Liu, who couldn't figure out the situation, just shook her head and went to the kitchen by herself, and said: "Young master, it will take some time for the belt to be ready." ”

"Don't worry, I didn't need it so fast."

Dongzhang didn't look back, because there was no sword spectrum, Dongzhang didn't know where to start with swordsmanship, thinking of the martial arts characters he liked in later generations, and thought of a very real sentence, that is, martial arts in the world, only fast and not broken.

Although the former is not the strongest echelon, the former has always used only a sword, and only a sword can kill the opponent, because the sword is too fast, often when the sword is closed, the blood only reacts and gushes out, and its style is a martial arts character that Dongzhang prefers.

And the latter one is not to mention, only to practice to the second layer of the Sunflower Treasure Book to resist Ren Xing, Xiang Wentian, Ling Hu Chong, Ren Yingying, and not at all disadvantage, if it weren't for the old friend Yang Lianting was coerced to distract him, and he couldn't bear to be heavy on Ling Hu Chong's sympathy, these four were not at the same level as Dongfang Undefeated, and they were far behind.

Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords is known as breaking the world's martial arts, but even if you see the flaws of the East Undefeated, it is still useless, you are about to break the people who are already in front of you, every move and style is one step faster than you, and the ghost of its body can be called the first in the rivers and lakes.

In fact, in Dongzhang's view, Dugu Jiujian should only be the sword level of Dugu seeking defeat, and the moves of the weak crown age are far from reaching the level of the soft sword, and the soft sword heavy sword and even the wooden sword after that are already at the level of internal strength.

Even Dongzhang personally still prefers the seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship, the original book said, the Lin family's seventy-two ways swordsmanship are mediocre, sparse and ordinary swordsmanship, but with the unique internal skills, Lin Pingzhi, who has practiced for a few months, can completely abuse Yu Canghai, a first-class master, and even the protagonist's Linghu Chong is also very difficult to win Lin Pingzhi.

Why is it that such a sparse and ordinary swordsmanship can completely abuse Yu Canghai, a first-class master, is better than a fast word, an evil word, you let Ling Hu Chong have no sword in both hands, and it is still unknown whether he can beat the second-rate master of the rivers and lakes.