Chapter 13: The Old Man and the Swordsman

Spring is strong, the sun is setting, and a horse enters the town and settles in one of the best inns in the town.

Mo Dump Chi is not a person who is short of money, at least he has four thousand five hundred and forty-three taels of silver on him now, when he has silver, Mo Dump Chi will never wronged himself, the best wine and food, the best guest room, and even he spent fifty taels of silver to get drunk in Huayin and invited two good girls to drink with him.

Xiangxiang and Qingqing, they are all extremely beautiful women in this town, they have been trained to serve men's kung fu since they were young, and they are very handy in this regard, there is no man in the whole town who is not satisfied after serving in their hands, and every man is eager to get something more from them.

But today, to some surprise, they found that the guest they were serving today was unconventional, and did nothing but invite them to drink. The two of them drank seven or eight glasses of wine and deliberately pretended to faint, but the most handsome and temperamental guest they had ever seen in their lives did not move.

When the wine was exhausted and the food was finished, the young guest immediately sent for them to be sent back to the drunken flower yin, they were very strange and angry, they were all very beautiful women, everyone who saw them regarded them as a treasure, but this man did not seem to care about them at all.

A woman allows people to despise but it is absolutely difficult to tolerate and not care, especially a beautiful woman is like this, few women are difficult to escape this law, Qingqing, Xiangxiang has been held in gold and silver jewelry since childhood, and it is naturally difficult to escape this law.

The two of them were sent out of the door by the handsome guest, and they were about to glare at the guest fiercely, but when they met the guest's incomparably calm and even incomparably cold gaze, they found themselves unable to say a word, and they found that they could no longer seem to do anything but go back honestly.

Mo Dump Chi likes women but is definitely not obsessed with women, he is not a very person, so he is calm and casual about the coming and going of women, without the slightest reluctance.

The setting sun closes the last rays of light. Just when he sent the two women Xiangxiang and Qingqing out of the room, the sky was completely shrouded in darkness, and the night was very natural and very peaceful, and Mo Tingchi slowly closed the door. sighed and said, "The cold night is coming, why don't the old gentleman come in and sit down and dispel the cold air in his body?"

There was no one in the room, but there was a man in the garden of the inn, an old man who was very old. The old man walked back and forth in the garden, sometimes sweeping the floor, sometimes trimming the flowers and plants, sometimes sitting together and taking a nap.

This is an old man who looks not only very old but also very ordinary, there is nothing worthy of attention in his whole body, whether it is an old man in appearance or temperament, but Mo Tingchi noticed the old man, and noticed the old man who was busy in the garden staring at him very early.

The old man continued to sweep the floor, as if he had not heard Mo Tingchi's words at all, Mo Tingchi smiled and leaned against the window, looking at the old man who was busy in the courtyard with an interesting face.

After a long time, this ordinary old man looked up at the second floor with a broom, a young man looking at him.

The moment the old man raised his head. The previous impression has been turned upside down. At this moment, no one felt that this old man was an ordinary old man.

Mo Dump Chi looked down at those eyes, those deep and vast eyes, if he wasn't Ink Dump Pond, he would probably have sunk in those vicissitudes of life and deep eyes, but he was Ink Dump Pool, so he didn't sink in those eyes, he had an extremely pleasant smile on his face, the old man looked at Ink Dump Pond, he saw the extremely pleasant and brilliant smile on Mo Tilt Pond's face, but in addition to being happy and splendid, the old man also felt something. One of the last things he wanted to see - murderous spirit.

A very, very faint killing intent that few people would notice, and he almost didn't notice it, but he didn't miss it after all. It was because he didn't speak that his back was cold.

There was already sweat on his back, and the old man looked at the ink pool, he didn't know how long he hadn't felt this kind of awe, it seemed that it had been more than thirty years, and it was really a talent from the rivers and lakes.

The old man sighed inwardly. Didn't leave, but walked towards the ink pool.

One, two, five.

The old man's steps were not only not fast, but also had a slight staggering taste, but each step seemed to have a peculiar charm, after five steps the old man was already standing under the eaves, and the sixth step the old man was already stepping in the air.

Seven steps, eight steps, nine steps.

The old man borrowed his strength in the air, and got into the room of the ink pool from the window, and sat on the seat where Xiangxiang sit, and he naturally poured himself a glass of wine.

This ordinary-looking old man, when he poured wine for himself, there was a kind of elegance that only appeared in the children of the family, the kind of elegance and extravagance that needed to be cultivated for a long time and accumulated day after day.

Mo Tingchi's eyes lit up, and he had already vaguely guessed the identity of this old man. This is an old man who should not have appeared in this ordinary town, but this person who should not have appeared has appeared.

Mo Dump Chi sat opposite the old man, he just looked at this unrestrained old man with extraordinary demeanor for a while, and then stared at the old man, and said lightly: "I thought that I could only see you in the Divine Sword Villa, but I didn't expect you to appear in such a remote and desolate town, why did you come here?" This principle is the same as directly agreeing to Yan Thirteen's challenge.

The old man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that a young man with an incomparable elegant temperament would be so direct, so direct that he didn't hide it at all, and the excuses he had prepared could only be buried in his heart at this time, he smiled wisely, glanced at the ink pouring pool that felt even more unfathomable, and sighed: "I want to see what kind of opponent he can pay attention to, whether there are three heads and six arms." I also want to know if you are qualified to be his opponent. ”

Mo Tianchi smiled knowingly, calmly looked at the old man who was still round-the-bush, and sighed: "So you brought me a very amazing opponent Yan Shisan, if I can't even win him, I won't be qualified to challenge Xie Xiaofeng, and I won't even have the qualification to go to the Divine Sword Villa, right?"

It was dark, but there were no candles or lights in the room, the room was very dark and dark, but the old man could see that the eyes of Mo Dumping Pool were very bright and calm, bright as the moon in the sky, calm as stagnant water in the sea, and his heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable depression and complex emotions, which not only piled up, but seemed to squeeze his whole person.

A knock at the door broke the dead silence.

The voice of the shopkeeper sounded at the door: "Is Mr. Mo here?"

Mo Tingchi glanced at the light outside the gate, got up and walked to the door, and responded, "Is there something wrong?"

The shopkeeper handed the lantern to Mo Dumping, and said very enthusiastically and honestly: "The little one is here to send the lantern to the son, I was busy for a while before, and I forgot to prepare it for the child, I'm really sorry." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled and nodded at the shopkeeper, not to blame.

Closing the door, the lamp was placed on the table, and Mo Tingchi looked at the old man whose complexion had gradually improved, he was not in a hurry, he could wait all the time, waiting for the old man to speak and say honest things.

With the light, the old man's mood was much better, and his heart was no longer as depressed as before, but he still felt that there seemed to be a dormant giant beast in the dark, and he was unwilling to stay in this place for a second longer.

Therefore, the old man quickly spoke, he looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "Isn't it?" Vicissitudes of life had a questioning tone in his voice, but anyone could hear the affirmation in the old man's words.

Mo Tingchi smiled, looking at the expressionless old man, he slowly stood up, sighed and said: "Maybe! You are the owner of the Divine Sword Villa, I don't blame you for having this thought, but I want to give you a small piece of advice, my good temper will never show the same person a second time, especially the person who hinders my affairs, now you can leave, I won't send it." ”

He stood in front of the window, and really didn't mean to send it off.

The old man was stunned, he didn't expect Mo Tingchi to call him up just to say such a thing to him, but after a moment's pause, his face began to turn a little pale.

Under the light, he looked at the back and side face of Mo Tingchi, and suddenly he felt that he was really old, no longer had the vigor of his youth, and he found that not only did he not want to lose, but he also couldn't afford to lose.

But what about the person in front of him? He can lose, he can afford to lose.

The old man instantly understood the meaning of Mo Dump Chi's words, and he also understood that Ink Dump Chi knew why he invited Yan Shisan to come. A look of shame flashed in his eyes, but he didn't regret it, and if he had a second chance, he would have done it again.

He bent slightly to the young man in front of him, and then slowly walked out of the room.

Mo Tingchi looked at the window, but he also saw this older old man, his eyes were very calm, without any pity. He looked down at his hands, a sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

From beginning to end, Mo Dumping Chi knew very well that his opponent was not this old man, but Xie Xiaofeng, who was concentrating on sword cultivation and wanted to compete with him. This old man is nothing more than the current owner of the Divine Sword Villa, an old man who wants to protect the wisdom of the Divine Sword Villa.

Even though this old man was once brilliant and once an extremely dazzling swordsman, he is now just an old man.

This old man no longer has the heart of a swordsman, only a pair of dying skins.

For inconsequential people, he has always been reluctant to waste time, at this moment, Mo Tingchi looked out the window, his mind had drifted into the distance, and there was only one name in his mind: Yan Thirteen.

"I'm surprised that you didn't kill you. A sigh sounded in the extremely quiet room, without the slightest warning, Mo Tingchi just smiled, not surprised, he seemed to have already known that someone was going to speak. (To be continued.) )