A middle-aged man with a sword suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes.

It is well documented that the first appearance of a middle-aged man is like a breeze blowing through the north and south in the mouths of the idle storytellers in the teahouses and restaurants in the streets and alleys, and it will soon be known to everyone. It's just that this first appearance was a little embarrassing later, and the story that was passed on to everyone, the protagonist was not a middle-aged man.

It's about the young master of the Jiangnan Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa who was drinking tea with a few friends and enjoying the scenery, and I don't know where to find a slightly sloppy and obscene middle-aged man.

"You're from Hidden Sword Villa?"

The middle-aged man leaned over and asked with a grin.

The young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa and his friends thought that the teahouse accidentally put it in called Huazi, so they took out a few coins of silver and threw it over.

"I'm not asking for food, I just want to know if you're from the Hidden Sword Villa?"

The middle-aged man shook his head like a rattle and said that he was not asking for money, while staring at the two swords that the young master of the Hidden Sword Villa put aside, and at the same time caught the few coins and broken silver thrown over and put them into his arms.

This sloppy guy is kind of interesting. Tibetan Sword Villa is a famous family in the east and west of the south of the Yangtze River, the door is equipped with two sharp swords, the light sword is flexible and changeable, the offensive is fierce, and the heavy sword is skillful and does not work to destroy the withering and decaying, which is the most obvious symbol of the Tibetan Sword Villa. Therefore, it is easy for all the disciples in the door to be recognized, and some of the eyesight called Huazi knows that the Tibetan Sword Villa is powerful and rich, and often has to make up when it is encountered, and the good-tempered ones are generous, and the bad-tempered ones are not bad, and the swordsmen and heroines who walk the rivers and lakes are always guilty of being more serious with a man named Huazi.

The young master of the Hidden Sword Villa has not encountered such a situation, so he thought that the middle-aged man just recognized himself as a person from the Hidden Sword Villa and came to ask for some reward.

But he didn't expect that he hadn't left after taking the silver, and had been asking himself if he was from the Hidden Sword Villa.

Friends have always been clean, and the smell of the middle-aged man leaning over is already smoking, and he is still pestering after taking the money, so they are all living bodhisattvas in this world?

The young master of Zangjian Villa saw that his friend was unhappy and intended to drive the middle-aged man away, so he hurriedly waved his hand to stop him.

"I am indeed from the Tibetan Sword Villa, I don't know what you are looking for in the Hidden Sword Villa?"

The young master originally wanted to say what he was doing, but when he thought about it, the middle-aged man didn't look like a person with ink in his stomach, so he saved the bite and chewed the words and asked directly in the vernacular.

"You're really from the Sword Villa. It seems that the guy on the street is right, and when he saw someone with two swords, he designated it as a member of the Sword Villa and didn't run away. ”

"Our son is asking you what's the matter, needless to say how you know. ”

My friend was so annoyed that I couldn't help but scold.

"I heard that there are countless hidden swords in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and they are all peerless swords, so I wondered if I could come and ask for one. ”

was unceremoniously reprimanded, and the middle-aged man didn't have a sad face at all.

"You, you still want a sword?"

A few friends burst into laughter when they heard it, and it was the first time they had heard such a funny joke after living so big. A stinky beggar actually wants a sword?

"Yes, I think that since there are countless swords hidden in the Hidden Sword Villa, it shouldn't be in the way to give me one. ”

The young master of the Hidden Sword Villa didn't see anything special about this sloppy middle-aged man, and he also felt that it was really funny that a person who couldn't even afford to wear neat and clean clothes wanted to ask for a sword.

It was easy to stop laughing, but a few friends next to him were so happy that they almost covered their stomachs and were about to lie under the table.

"If you want a sword, you'll use it too. ”

It's really interesting, the young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa has been expected to inherit the entire villa in the future since he was a child, so he has been practicing Tibetan Sword Swordsmanship since he was a child, rain or shine, and the few friends who spoke to him are also the children of the family who have a deep relationship with the village. This kind of life is really boring, and now a sloppy middle-aged man suddenly came to him to ask for a sword, which made the young master playful for a while.

"That's natural, not only my daughter-in-law, but also the people in our village say that my sword is powerful. ”

"Murakami?"

"Aha!"

As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, he didn't know which laughing hole he poked at the young master's friends of the Hidden Sword Villa, and then it was haha again.

The excitement here has provoked the entire teahouse to peek around, what is the situation, it is as lively as a meeting.

The teahouse guy heard the movement and hurriedly went upstairs to come over, and when he saw the scene, he was shocked, I was obedient, where did this come from Huazi Why did he go upstairs without seeing it?

"But I'm sorry for a few masters, I didn't check for a while and let this stinky flower child get in and stir up a few masters' Yaxing, it's really damned, the villain will drive him out. ”

Nanren are good at tea, and the teahouses in Jiangnan Province are full of rich and wealthy guests, and even a small guy is full of air when he speaks.

"It's okay, Young Master Ben still has to say a few words to him, it's okay here, don't ask you not to come. ”

"The villain got it. ”

The little guy bent down and nodded and retreated, and secretly thought to himself what was wrong with this master, chatting with a person named Hanako, what can you say?

"You say your sword is powerful, so who did you learn it from?

"I went to school with books. I can also learn to fight with people, I came all the way south from Lanling, and I have fought a few times with people, but I didn't have a sword in hand, I heard that there are countless good swords in the Tibetan Sword Villa, so I ran over directly. Hey, are you from the Hidden Sword Villa? After asking me so many things, don't play tricks on me!"

"Yes, of course!"

The middle-aged man has a thick accent, and a few friends are already laughing and almost out of breath.

"Although we have a lot of swords in the Hidden Sword Villa, we can't just give them away. In this way, you have tried a hand-to-hand competition with my friend, and if you win, I will take you to the Hidden Sword Villa, and it will not hurt to give you a sword, how about it?"

"Do you really want us to try our hand out with a "our village"?"

My friend tilted his head, which is too cheap.

"Wouldn't it be more important for us to blow people away directly? ”

The young master of the hidden sword whispered.

It's really amazing, there is a person named Hanako who wants to compete with the people of the Hidden Sword Villa!

The middle-aged man, together with the young master, went downstairs to find a spacious and secluded place. Waiting for the diners in the teahouse to catch up and want to see the excitement, but only to see the young talents who followed the young master of the Tibetan Sword fell to the ground one by one, and the middle-aged man held the light sword of the young master of the Tibetan Sword Villa in his hand, and muttered vigorously in his mouth: It's too light, it's better to have a hoe for farming at home.

(Speaking of the hoe of his own farming, the middle-aged man smacked his lips, and the officials and old men were also stingy, collecting red tickets and rewarding, and giving some when they should be given, otherwise they would rely on themselves to slowly brush their faces When can they buy a good sword, it's really angry to think about it!)