"Say it again. The shopkeeper's face was still tense, and there was nothing unusual on his face, and he asked in a slightly low tone.

"I said, I want to redeem Zhao Xueru's sword. Half Sword repeated what he had just said.

"Haven't heard of it. The shopkeeper whispered.

"Really?" half-sword's eyes widened, staring at the shopkeeper.

Syllable!

The pawnshop shopkeeper didn't say a word, and slapped his palm vigorously on the table. As the sound sounded, five or six big men with swords came out of the mezzanine on the left and right sides of the pawnshop, adding up to more than ten people, all of them with fierce faces and strong killing intent.

The door of the pawnshop was closed at some point, and the room looked a little dark.

"Done him!" shouted the shopkeeper.

More than ten strong men spread it together, and the scene was very spectacular. Every fallen sword king's mansion was an invitation sent by the king of Hades, as if the scene of blood and flesh splashing had been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

Half of the sword didn't move, letting the sword rain down on him.

Whoa!

In an instant, the sword qi was like a rainbow, and a dazzling light swept up, illuminating the gloomy pawnshop extremely brightly.

Crunch......

The door of the pawnshop was slowly pushed open, and the half-sword stepped out of the threshold, disappearing into the sea of people without looking back. I don't know how long later, the door of the pawnshop was pushed open again, and a strong smell of blood immediately came to the face, and the person who pushed the door subconsciously turned blue and looked very uncomfortable.

The door was open, and a dozen or so corpses were lying on the ground. The blood on the ground has dried up, and even the shopkeeper has not escaped the catastrophe, the dried blood stains the surroundings like a quagmire, and the scarlet ground reflects the figure of a person, the man's legs are already weak and unable to move, he collapsed on the ground and shouted, "Murder!"

This is just a small episode for Chang'an, even at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are many outlaws who have to go to the Lord of Yama to report every day.

Banjian was in a bad mood, the wind and snow became a little heavy, and the pedestrians on the street either held up oil umbrellas or brought plush hats. Half a sword is still thinly clothed, bare-handed, as if he is still living in the middle of summer.

The clues that I have been pursuing for half a year have just been broken.

After all, the past was too far away, and it was not easy for him to find out which pawnshop the sword was used in.

The shopkeeper knew very few things, and even fewer things that Banjian could ask.

That sword was the sword that Zhao Ruxue once used, and the hilt was engraved with the word Zhao Ruxue. People who don't have a family background don't dare to accept it at all, and as for the pawnshop owner, it's completely a blind cat that has met a dead mouse.

So the sword did not sit long in his hand, and then it changed hands.

The pawnshop is an unclean place, and it is very complicated to get people around. If the goods are more than the current period, the store can dispose of them at will. Maybe it was just a jade bracelet that cost dozens of dollars at that time, and it could be transferred out at a high price of ten taels a few years later.

Therefore, some big people always like to patronize pawnshops to Taobao, because they are in a hurry to use money, and it is easy to have treasures at low prices

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Don't look at Chang'an's prosperous and peaceful times, prosperous and prosperous. Lack of money, it is difficult to live for half a month. Not to mention the guy who is in a hurry to use the money and go to be the guy, basically he can't redeem it. In addition to the reasons of the original owner, the store with the backstage will also secretly tear up the ticket. It's possible that you take it today and tomorrow it's gone. There are many twists and turns here.

He was walking down the street and suddenly he was a little overwhelmed.

The snow fell down the back through the gaps in his clothes, causing a chill. In the past six months, he has traveled a lot of places and met many people.

He suddenly stopped and looked to his right. This is Chang'an East Lane, but it is no longer as good as it used to be.

He thought of Xu Changfeng, the thoughtful young man who didn't know the depths of the rivers and lakes. If he hadn't happened to meet him outside Menghua Building that day, what would the world be like now? That young man gave him too many surprises, and he was also on the side to control his life.

and Ruyue, she is the only confidant in the entire Chang'an. I don't know if she is in the sky at this moment, silently watching his every move.

Just like the day he left Chang'an, people walked away from tea, and there were many ups and downs in the rivers and lakes.

He followed the footsteps of his memory and stepped into a teahouse. Most people who walk the rivers and lakes love to drink spirits, but there are also few who like to taste sweet tea. He is such a person who can tolerate tea and wine.

When you get drunk, come to this teahouse and sit down and sober up.

A pot of hot tea was quickly served, it was winter, and no new tea could be picked, but the pot was still full of aroma. Chang'an people love to drink tea, so almost every tea house like this has one.

Perhaps because of the heavy snowfall, the teahouse is overcrowded today. Everywhere is full of chattering voices, two or three old friends, cooking tea and cooking, which is also something that Chang'an people like.

In this city, there is no shortage of cultivators, and there is no shortage of literati and scholars.

Or a pen, or a sword.

Everyone sprinkled their blood on the road and played their own identity.

Chang'an will not forget everyone who has worked hard for it.

A slightly heavy teacup knocking interrupted half-sword's thoughts.

"Brother, the tea is cold. ”

Banjian raised his head, and saw a man sitting on the opposite side of the tea table, wearing a hat, and his face was covered with old scars left by sword wounds, which gave people the feeling that he had come out of the rain of sword light and blood.

"Borrow a spot, don't mind. The man in the hat asked with a smile.

Behind him, carrying a long sword entwined in strips of cloth, Mo Yue looked like a hat swordsman.

"Don't mind. Half Sword said, raising the teacup, toasting him to tea, and then drank it all.

This is the way of dealing with people in the rivers and lakes, drinking and clinking glasses, eating tea and toasting.

"Where is Brother Tai?" asked the swordsman softly.

"Chang'an people. Half Sword said lightly.

"Listening to your accent, it's not like the Chang'an area, right?" asked the swordsman.

"Leaving home at a young age. Half Sword said.

"When you go out for a thousand miles, you know that your home is good. When the swordsman heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. As he spoke, he glanced at his half-sword right hand with a strange gaze, as if looking at something.

Half Sword was also alert, pinched the teacup with his right hand, and took a sip quietly, even though the teacup was already empty.

"Looking at Brother Tai's temperament, he should also be a good sword person, why doesn't Brother Tai have a sword on him?" asked the swordsman softly.

The sword is the symbol of the Jianghu people, and it is also the guarantee of the lives of the Jianghu people. If you lose the sword in your hand, whether you will live or die in the next second, you can't help yourself.

"It's hard to find a lost sword. Half Sword said, took out the copper coins and lined them up on the table, got up and was about to leave.

"Brother is slow. The swordsman shouted.

"Something?" Half Sword didn't look back, but at his fingertips, a three-inch-long sword qi had already gathered out.

"It is said that there are three treasures in this Chang'an, big and small things in the world, and everything cannot escape the eyes of the prison Tiansi. If Brother Tai wants to find a sword, why don't you go to the Heavenly Prison Division?" said the swordsman with a gentle smile, looking up.

(End of chapter)