Chapter 1, Section 12, The Strange Old Man Who Sells Knives 012

An energetic old man in the courtyard, although he was dressed in simple clothes, he could still see that this was an old man who had lived a comfortable life. The old man had a white beard on his face, slender fingers, and carried two knives, one long and one short, with red silk tied to the blade and a grass stuck in it. The old man looked slightly thin in the autumn wind. The old man stood at the entrance of the passage where the passengers entered and exited, staring at the passengers with tiger eyes, detained and a little embarrassed.

Who says no, you have lived to this age, and you have lived a comfortable and carefree life, and God has suddenly given you something as you wish, and you have become nothing, and even your wife has been separated, and your family has been ruined, but this day has to be lived, and all you have to discard is your own face and the dignity and glory of the past. The knife in the old man's arms, but when he came up from the scabbard, he knew that it was a priceless treasure. How could an ordinary honest person spend a lot of money to buy this thing!

There are really a lot of onlookers, all of whom are commenting, but no one accosted the old man.

Murong Hongyun and Kui Zi'an stood in the crowd, looking at everyone with a smile.

A young man in the crowd who was marked and gorgeously dressed was particularly eye-catching, and his face was proud and domineering. The young man was also secretly looking at the crowd, and he was also particularly concerned about the two of them.

But when he saw two men in red crowded forward in the crowd, an old man and a young man, both holding a long sword, the young man raised his eyelids and looked at the old man carefully, tilted his head and said: "Old man, how do you sell this so-called treasure? If you have any kind of treasure for an old thing, it must be that you are poor and crazy and steal it!"

The old man smiled slightly, but he didn't care, and stroked his beard and said, "Yes, do you want to buy it?" The short knife is five hundred taels of silver, and the long knife is one thousand taels of silver!"

The young man laughed wildly and said, "Everyone, do you hear, this old man can really boast, he is really poor and crazy! What kind of two broken knives actually cost 1,500 taels of silver! Give it to the master to see if it is worth it!" The man said and reached out and grabbed the treasure knife.

The old man pushed the guy back with a gentle push, and the man fell down with a good hanging, but fortunately the accomplice next to him held on to him.

The old man said coldly: "Everyone, the old man is a last resort to sell the treasure knife cheaply, there is a price for the goods, a fixed price, the transaction will be successful, it does not work, it will not insult the prestige of this treasure knife!

The young man turned around and was furious, pulled out his long sword, and sneered: "Old thing, you dare to sneak attack Uncle Ben, then let Uncle I see your broken treasure knife, how about it?"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

The old man glanced at the guy lightly, and said coldly: "Young man, don't humiliate yourself, you are not worth the old man's hands!"

The young man sneered, shook his sword and went straight to the old man, his swordsmanship was tricky, and he was not a third-rate character on the rivers and lakes. The old man dodged left and right, not wanting to do anything with him. The young man was even more furious, and his attack was even more vicious, and those who did not understand right and wrong really thought that the young man was seeking revenge against the old man.

The crowd of onlookers condemned the young man's wrongdoing, and applauded the old man's skills.

How can an empty hand be against a sword? After a few rounds, the old man was already in danger, and the old man saw a flaw and pulled out a short knife to slash at the situation, and he heard a "poof" sound, and the long sword in the young man's hand was cut in two. The old man had already put his knife into its sheath, and his movements were as fast as lightning.

There was another commotion in the crowd, and it was really a treasure knife!

The old man was triumphant.

The young man should have accepted it when he saw it, but he didn't know that this man seemed to be determined to stir up the situation today. One of them shook the broken sword in his hand and sneered: "Okay, you old boy, the master is kind enough to help you sell the knife, you have cut off my green steel sword, one thing for another!

You see, there is extortion in broad daylight, and you can see how bad the customs are here.

The old man stood majestically with a treasure knife in his hand.

The young man is going to take it.

The Peugeot teenager next to him spoke.

The young man smiled and said: "I've seen shameless people in the world, but I've never seen such shameless people! Knowing that other people's old men don't know you in general, you still don't know how to go back, it's not other people's opponents who are still playing tricks here!"

The young man turned around and said angrily: "Who is this stinky fart, Lao Tzu's business is your bird business!

The young man floated out, and said with a smile behind his back: "Rats, today the young master of your family is in charge of this matter, what can you do?"

The young man laughed loudly and said, "What's the matter, I'm going to teach you a good lesson for you!" The young man raised the corner of his robe and pulled out a soft sword from it.

The young man screamed and stabbed the boy. The accomplice next to him drew his sword to help without saying a word.

Only then did the crowd of onlookers realize that the two swords that came to make trouble were not the kung fu of a three-legged cat, one steel and one soft, and the two swords were very handy and perfect, and they could see that the cooperation of these two people was not improvised.

The skills of the men are impressive, but the skills of this young man are even more amazing. His bare hands pinched the corners of his robe and flickered in the shadow of the sword, and only occasionally waved his hand to resolve his danger.

As soon as fifty moves passed, the young man seemed to have no patience to deal with the two of them, and with a wave of his hands, he launched a thunderous attack on the two with his long sleeves. The two of them retreated four or five steps in a row, and there was a clang.

The emotional boy held two needles in his hand! The young man's hand-to-hand combat skills overwhelmed the two of them. The boy found a flaw and flew out, and with a wave of his hand in the air, he shot out two black whirring things!

Before the boy landed, the two men were already stunned in the local area. One of them had a huge poison on his body, and the poison lay on the necks of the two of them. The two were about to reach for it.

The young man smiled and said: "The two of you had better not move, the young master, my insects are all stained and killed!

The two men were silent and motionless.

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