The crowd on the shore of the boat looked at the passenger ship that was gradually moving away, from a lonely boat to a small dot, until it disappeared on the horizontal plane, and then retracted its shocked look.

The man who borrowed the sword wasted his strength before pulling the long sword out of the ground, pulling out the sheath and stroking the sword body repeatedly, with a sense of pride on his face.

Many swordsmen, blacksmiths, and even antique giants came forward to talk, although there were many words in their mouths, their eyes were always staring at the iron sword in the man's hand, and some people couldn't hold their breath, no longer talking nonsense, and went straight to the topic.

"I bought this sword for a hundred taels of silver. ”

The man tightened his iron sword, and before he could speak, a middle-aged man dressed rather quaintly hurriedly shouted.

"I'll give you three hundred taels of silver!"

Most of the people around them who came to the theme left, and only a few people who were still interested in the excitement remained in place, watching the expensive transaction.

"Little brother, I'll give you five hundred taels!" said the luxurious-looking old man with five fingers.

The blacksmith and the swordsman who originally wanted to increase the price paused and stopped raising the price, and there was really no money in their pockets, so they could only watch dryly.

The middle-aged shopkeeper of the antique shop looked at it with disdain, and the bidder, who was still an opponent before, shook his sleeves vigorously and said proudly: "One thousand taels!"

At first glance, it was an old man from a wealthy and wealthy family, who was too lazy to put on those superficial expressions, and responded unhurriedly: "Two thousand taels!"

Suddenly, there were exclamations from the crowd of onlookers, and all kinds of mixed expressions looked at the sword-wielding man, with envy and jealousy.

The five people who were in hot pursuit, still stopped in place and did not leave, the sword gave them too much shock, and they asked themselves if they would definitely cut out the freehand sword.

The realm of the man who came out of the sword is too high, and even the cheap iron sword has increased in value. At the moment, the iron sword that was rising high was still being grabbed, and the five people who were congested wanted to see what happened to the sword that blocked their chests in the end.

The holder of the iron sword stood aside in a daze, and the iron sword bought for ten taels of silver in his hand continued to rise and rise, and now it has risen to a high price of five thousand taels.

The pawnshop shopkeeper stretched out his trembling palms, his palms were full of sweat, and he could see how tense the scene was, five thousand taels was already his limit, not limited financial resources, every family had a scripture that was difficult to read, and he was the same.

He is not a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and if he buys this sword, he just changes hands and goes out, and there are not a few sons and brothers who look forward to the rivers and lakes, and someone will come to pay for it. Now that the price is high at 5,000 taels, he does not dare to make this guarantee, and once it is in his hands, will he make another move? He is a businessman, and he is even more afraid of his wife.

Finally, the middle-aged man who was overstressed withdrew his sweaty palm and did not give it up at a higher price.

The luxurious old man smiled heartily, touched his half-white beard, and looked at the young man who was still confused: "Little brother, this sword is not sold for five thousand taels." ”

The man glanced at the amiable old man, the palm of the sword clenched was much relaxed, and the sweat stains on the sword body were still eye-catching, and he could see how nervous he was.

"Not for sale!" said the man timidly.

The old man was startled at first, and then said earnestly: "Little brother, five thousand taels is not a small amount, it is enough to buy thousands of your swords, besides, you don't look like a big family, this money is enough to exchange for your stability in the second half of your life, and you can become a big family in a remote town, and you can also take a beautiful daughter-in-law, which is far better than your ethereal dreams of rivers and lakes." ”

The man also made thousands of decisions in his heart, he is not a fool who regards money as dung, he loves money and beautiful women, and loves the scenery even more, but he also loves the rivers and lakes. The man who went away with the sword was the guide of his dream.

The words that the man said when he finally took out the sword, he was sure that it was said to him, which sword subverted the worldview in his mind and made him re-understand what the rivers and lakes are, maybe he would not be able to reach that kind of strength in his life, but he wanted to try it, chasing towards the big back.

The man seemed to have made a decision, and looked at the noble old man and shook his head, "I know that this sword is worthless in my hand, but I still want to try, even if it's a dream." After speaking, he bowed to the old man to apologize.

The old man dressed luxuriously looked at the young man in front of him in a daze, and he really didn't know that there was such a fool under the day, and after looking at his solemn but still nervous face, he suddenly laughed.

"Who is not a fool in the rivers and lakes!" the old man smiled and left.

The young man couldn't understand the old man's words, and looked at him a little blankly, and the iron sword in his hand was clenched harder!

With the departure of the old man, the remaining crowd began to leave one after another, and the five people who were originally standing on the shore of the boat also moved.

"Young man, can I see the sword in your hand?"

A voice sounded from behind, and the man looked back at the group of five, and finally fixed his gaze on the nearest man.

The man did not refuse, and sent the iron sword in his hand to the man.

After taking the iron sword, the man took out the iron sword and watched it in the sun, and the other four were the same, even brushing his fingers over the sword body, and could not find the slightest crack, and then lamented: "Lost, we lost!"

After saying that, he sent the sword to the young man and passed by.

The young man was confused, he didn't know the reason, and even if he saw the sword body, he couldn't find a clue, so he had to put the sword back into its sheath and leave with the crowd.

After everyone left, the originally lively boat shore, except for the people who left by boat one after another, was a lot deserted.

Not far from the shore of the boat, the man who painted before was still standing on the shore, watching the direction in which the passenger boat disappeared and lost his mind.

It didn't take long for the wind to blow on the river, and the waves hit the stones on the bank of the river layer by layer, splashing a large splash, and a lot of mist like a drizzle of water fell on the man's face.

The man woke up slowly, recovered from his trance, took out a large amount of silver in his arms, and weighed it repeatedly, this is the money he earned from selling paintings just now, no more, no less, a neat bag full of money, but a little bulging.

"Just pay back the 3,000 paintings you paid for her. ”

After speaking, a sense of crisis came from behind, only to the heart, the man's hair was on stand, his heart was a little colic, he didn't care about hiding the clumsy dirt, he tried his best to turn sideways, although he dodged the fatal blow, but the robe around his waist had been poked into a hole.

didn't care about the distressed clothes, took a few steps back one after another, and distanced himself from the person who hurt the killer.

The river was still lapping on the riverbank, and the wind was stronger than before, as if it could blow a turbulent splash.

There were two people standing on the shore, a man dressed as a Confucian scholar, with a sloppy beard that is really difficult to describe by literati, and on opposite side was a bewitching woman dressed in red from head to toe.

"Eldest sister, you don't need to come up and kill you, anyway, we are also businessmen, although only temporarily. ”

The man took the silver into his arms, looked at the torn clothes and said distressedly.

"What about others?" said the woman in red softly.

"Gone!"

After listening to the jade palm that Ben put down, the woman raised it high again, and there was no obvious wave on her face, but the suppressed murderous aura around her was obviously not joking!

"Although I didn't stop him for you, I might as well delay some time, you can't ......"

Before the man could finish speaking, the woman attacked like a sharp sword, and went straight to hide.

The man suddenly panicked, dodging the move that killed him with a single blow, and after barely surviving a few rounds, he sat on the ground with his ass and his slender white jade palm went straight to his head.

"Wait! I've got something good about him!" the man shouted hurriedly.

The murderous palm stopped at half an inch of the man's forehead, the cold wind hit, the man's soaked back was cold, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The woman in red withdrew her palm and looked down at the man who was laughing, there was some expectation and measurement in her seductive eyes, if the man couldn't come up with something she liked, she would shoot without hesitation and kill the most hated creature in her life - men!

The man stopped selling guanzi, took out a scroll from his sleeve like a trick, got up and handed it to the woman, and repeatedly patted the dust on his buttocks.

The woman took the scroll, the slightly warped orchid finger untied the scroll, lightly grasped the end and shook it at will, the scroll spread out in the air, and finally the whole painting was suspended in the air, and the man hurriedly stepped forward to take the scroll, so that the ancestors in front of him could appreciate it.

The woman embroidered her shoes lightly, looking at the lovely man on the scroll, which was the man she always remembered.

The painting scrolls are all scenes of Li Chen making a move against the enemy, but the meaning of the painting is contrary to reality, especially the appearance of those strange deaths, which is in response to the woman's wishes.