Volume 1 Living Yama Hall Chapter 3 Tang Qian's Sword
The one who exclaimed was a young man, just now he was lying on the courtyard wall of Baili Restaurant, but now he has flown into the streets and alleys of Los Angeles, Tang Qian followed behind without hurry, his feet didn't seem to be like ordinary people, just a light touch on the bluestone bricks on the street, the whole person could fly far away, it seemed that he ran more easily.
And the distance between the two was gradually approaching, Tang Qian could already see that the young man's arm in front of him was so thin that only a layer of skin remained, but his running speed was amazingly fast, faster than those strong men.
The first part is the drunken fairy building, the drunken fairy building likes to get some gods and Taoist things, the vassal elegance of this thing, the restaurant is even better than the green building, but it is a strange thing, the streets and alleys around the drunken fairy building, have been planted willow trees, the shopkeeper of the drunken fairy building is called the explanation of the name, this is in response to the poem "and willow" of Meng Xingyu, the first genius of Los Angeles.
Many willow branches have grown to the point where they are dragged to the ground. The wicker moves slightly.
The boy was thinking that the city ahead was busy, and it would be difficult for him to catch him even if there were immortals in it.
The young man who was running fast was pulled by his feet suddenly, and then the whole person fell forward, his reaction was also very fast, and his hands were about to support himself, but his peripheral vision was to see the scene at his feet, and the young man was stunned.
Pulling his feet were willow sticks, the young man's expression was like seeing a ghost, and what was even more terrifying was that in the shade of the trees on the ground, a man gradually emerged, this man had gray hair, very small eyes, and a big scab on the left side of his face, he was very short, and his back was a little rickety, the man slowly stood up from the shadow of the willow tree, and a thin hand like a chicken claw grabbed the young man's shoulder.
"Boy, come with me-" Before the rickety man finished speaking, Tang Qian had already arrived, Tang Qian himself was also tall, he came short, and passed through the man's body with one punch, and grabbed the young man's clothes with his other hand and pulled him back, pulling his feet away from the wicker on the ground, and the young man only felt that he only blinked slightly, only to find that it was not Tang Qian's hand that passed through the man, nor did he take out any viscera from his body.
Tang Qian was just holding a gray robe in his hand, which was originally the clothes on the rickety man's body.
"Oh, I don't seem to be the only one who wants to find this kid, and I'm not the only one who knows the news. When the man reappeared, he was leaning against the courtyard wall of a house next to him, the clothes on his body were still the same gray robe, Tang Qian just turned his hand, his fingers were forceful, and the gray robe in his hand turned into a yellow rune paper, and the rune paper quickly turned into broken pieces.
Tang Qian sighed: "Qimen, don't wade into this troubled water." He shook his hand: "I have something to do with this child." Tang Qian frowned and looked at his hand, which was full of red silk threads at some point, and the other end of the silk thread was in the hands of the man who described it obscenely: "Even if it's me, Tang Qian, begging you." Tang Qian said very plainly, almost begging for mercy.
The young man was very strange when he heard Tang Qian's words, this person looked very powerful, but why did he talk like this? Who are these two people? Are they immortals? That is the same as the ...... he encountered before. Will it be related, in an instant, the young man has already thought about it.
The man under the corner of the wall also held these red lines with his other hand, and Tang Qian sighed: "It seems that there is no talk about it." He loosened the boy's clothes, and the boy fell straight to the ground, and now the wicker on the ground was no longer wrapped around him. Tang Qian also had two hands, pulling suddenly, the young man on the ground only felt a flower in front of him, the rickety man had already arrived in front of Tang Qian, he jumped high, and had already put on an attack posture, so close Tang Qian naturally had no way to punch, he could only use his elbow to slam forward, the rickety man grabbed Tang Qian's elbow with one hand, Tang Qian retreated half a step, and the elbow of the other hand also hit forward.
People have two hands, this is a very simple truth, and rickety men naturally have two hands.
So his other hand also blocked Tang Qian's elbow.
Tang Qian whistled.
Far away in a few streets and alleys, the owner of Baili Restaurant has already reported to the official, and a few catchers are asking Boss Li, the dead beggar in the haystack has been moved out, and the broken bowl of the beggar begging for food has been thrown aside, Tang Qian's whistle is not loud, and no one can hear it clearly outside a few streets, but a big burden flew out of the haystack, and the cloth wrapped outside the burden is exactly the same as the clothes Tang Qian is wearing, they are all the kind of rags full of patches, and no one carries this burden, but it flew in the direction of Tang Qianγ
Boss Li shouted: "Ahhh "I was also hit by this burden. He couldn't help but feel that he was really unlucky today, not only seeing dead people, but also monsters-
"Flying sword?" the rickety man laughed, the scab on the man's face was born under his left eye, and his left eye would be squeezed by the scab when he smiled: "Then it should be me faster." β
The rickety man actually raised a lot on the ground, and he was supposed to be two heads shorter than Tang Qian, and he was only half a head behind Tang Qian when he grew taller in one breath.
Man is supposed to have only two hands.
There were two more hands in the gray robe of the rickety man, and he punched Tang Qian in the chest, Tang Qian snorted and took a few steps back.
These two hands were born in the arms of the rickety man, and this hand also waved, as if he had only hit two punches just now.
The young man on one side was about to pop out his eyes.
"It doesn't seem to be a problem for you to punch me and give you a sword back. Tang Qian sighed again: "It's hard work, you can continue to order this sword." β
The baggage flies in.
Tang Qian's patched coat moved slightly with the breeze, and his head covered with dust and mud also spread out a little because of the punches just now, it didn't look so ugly, and Tang Qian's eyes brightened.
Tang Qian's hand reached into the baggage, and when he took it out, he was already holding a sword, this sword was actually a little shabby, it sounded like a sword, and it didn't sound good, this was an iron bar, and it could also be said that it was a piece of broken iron.
But Tang Qian's momentum was rising, and his clothes were shaking even more.
"Who are you?" The rickety man didn't know Tang Qian, just like Tang Qian didn't know this man.
There are too many people in the world.
"Ah, my name is Tang Qian, and I don't have any font size or anything. Tang Qian actually just handed a sword forward in the air, and the rickety man had already disappeared.
There was no brilliance, no sound, and even Tang Qian's momentum at that moment disappeared without a trace, and he turned back into the man who said that he was not a beggar and no one believed him.
"But a friend gave me a nickname, which is very ugly. Tang Qian sighed, at this moment, the young man on the side really felt that this person named Tang Qian had the loneliness of a master, and he sometimes overheard people talking under the Luohe Bridge.
Unexpectedly, Tang Qian turned around and mentioned the young man: "I'll just say that, I just scared the old boy away." Tang Qian shook his hand, and there was a red line on it.
Tang Qian grabbed the burden with one hand, his broken sword under his armpit, and the young man with the other, and ran away as if he were flying.