surnamed Wang

Chapter 236 Sword Immortal
Fifty miles north of the capital, a group of people and horses headed south, led by a woman riding a horse.

In the compartment, a young man is fanning an old man. This young man is the second prince of the dynasty.

The old man calculated for a long time, and finally his face relaxed, "My lord, this time you came to Beijing alone, and you narrowly escaped death. If you want to seize that chance, you can't miss a single step."

The young man nodded when he heard the words, and the old man leaned forward and whispered in a low voice.

……

After Zhou Jiuer finished speaking, Wang Bingde put away his folding fan with a "swish" and stopped the motorcade.

"what happened?"

The woman who changed from riding a car to riding a horse opened the curtain and asked.

Wang Bingde smiled apologetically at the woman, "I'm afraid I won't be able to take you with me when I go to the capital this time."

"Why?" The woman frowned.

"We have made so many small tricks, thinking that we are doing it very secretly, but in fact we will never escape the surveillance of the hidden guards. Going to the capital this time is tantamount to throwing ourselves into a trap."

"Then I have to follow." The woman was a little anxious.

"I know the person best, the Holy One, and he has a bit of a woman's benevolence.

If I go alone in the name of apologizing, he will let me go because of the so-called brotherhood, but if I enter Beijing with a bravado, it will be difficult to deal with. "

"Are you sure?" The woman was still skeptical.

"Of course." The man nodded with a smile, "I know it well."

"alright."

Nie Yingxue understood the other party's temper, and there was no need to discuss this matter, so she told her entourage:
"Leave one horse, and the rest will follow me back to Jiangnan."

"Yes!"

A group of people, including Zhou Jiuer, all changed directions and headed south, leaving Wang Bingde alone on the horse.

Looking at the team that was drifting away, Wang Bingde's eyes flashed with hesitation, but it was replaced by decisiveness.

"Wang Gangquan, you asked for all of this."

After saying an inexplicable sentence, the man turned his horse's head and headed towards the capital.

……

The mill in the early morning is completely deserted.

This small town, which is not a strategic location and is far away from the capital city, can't be bustling no matter what, and it can still be a little popular during the holidays.

Due to the small population, most of the hawkers here do not open until Chenshi, and some larger shops do not open until Sishi.

Of course, there are some diligent ones among them, like a young man who runs a noodle stall on the east side of the town. Boiling water.

Although he comes an hour earlier every day, he doesn’t earn much more than others. He sells noodles cheaply. A penny is a bowl of vermicelli in clear soup, sprinkled with a little green onion. an egg.

This day, the peddler was still the same as usual. He set up a big pot and just boiled hot water, when he saw an old man in poor clothes walking towards him.

The peddler himself is also a poor man, and he who can make him look poor is not much better than a beggar.

The old man came to the stall and sat down on the bench, "Young man, a bowl of noodles in clear soup."

"okay."

The hawker didn't ask the old man if he could afford some money, because this was the third time he had come.

Every time the old man came, he always had a bowl of noodles in a clear soup with little water. After eating, he dropped a copper coin and left, never talking nonsense.

After a while, the peddler served the freshly cooked noodles and glanced at the saber at the old man's waist.

The saber matched the old man's outfit very well, the tattered scabbard looked like he had carved it himself, and the hilt, which was considered a good piece of wood, had also been eaten by moths, with many worm holes.

The peddler put down the noodles, and when he was about to turn around, the old man stopped him: "Hey brother, why did you add eggs to this side, I don't have money for it."

The peddler smiled at the old man, "No money, I'll give it away."

"Hey, that's a good feeling."

The old man got an egg for nothing, and was obviously in a good mood, so he began to babble to the peddler:

Are the parents in my little brother's family still alive, whether they are married or not, whether there is a woman he likes, and so on.

The peddler didn't expect to cause trouble after doing a good deed. He was very annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face.When he was young, his family was considered well-off, but he had studied for a few years and knew the principle of respecting the old and loving the young.

Seeing that he was not busy in the morning, he simply carried the teapot to the opposite side of the old man and chatted with him.

This old man looks sloppy, but he can quote scriptures with his mouth open. Judging from his tone, it is obvious that he has been to many places. Only now does the peddler realize that he is blind. Scholar.

"Brother, do you have a favorite woman?" The old man asked with a smile.

The peddler nodded first, then shook his head. Seeing that the old man was puzzled, he explained:

"Yes, but it's a pity that we don't have enough money in our pockets, so we dare not tell her clearly.

She was a good girl, and she didn't ask for too much dowry, but wedding banquets always cost money.

If they get married, the house must also be changed, not the current place.

I did a rough calculation, and the various expenses cost at least 100 taels. "

"100 taels?" The old man was surprised.

The peddler nodded, he knew that 100 taels was definitely a big amount for the old man in front of him who was reluctant to pay for eggs.

It was rare for someone to listen to him pour out bitter water, the peddler continued:
"100 taels is the minimum. I dare not invite dragon and lion dancers, I dare not set off cannons, and I dare not even drink well.

But even so, I can't get it out. "

Hearing this, the old man sighed, "It's hard for a penny to beat a hero."

"Who said it wasn't?

The girl didn't say anything, but she was clear in her heart. In order to wait for me these years, she rejected many good people.

But she is almost twenty, if I can't save any more money, I'm afraid she won't be able to resist the urging of her family after all, and marry someone else's wife. "

When the peddler said this, his face was sad.

No matter how you look at it, the old man with the same pocket and face also sighed.

……

Just as the two were sighing, the old man's eyes suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look towards the east town entrance. The peddler also turned his head when he saw this, but saw dozens of riders and horses under the archway at Caishikou.

"Boy, it's time to close the stall." The old man said in a deep voice.

The peddler was a little dazed when he heard the words, and stared blankly at the old man whose aura suddenly changed in front of him.

At this time, a young man on a white horse walked out of dozens of riders. The young man was in his early twenties, holding a black feather fan, and cupped his hands at the two people facing the booth.

"Dare to ask, which of the two threatened to take the next head?"

The peddler panicked, and quickly looked at the old man across the table, but saw that the old man still looked as usual, and said calmly:
"it's me."

"I have no grievances or enmities with the old man, why should I be the enemy of the younger generation?"

"Someone paid for your head." The old man with the sword on his waist said expressionlessly.

"Old guy, on which path do you dare to show off your power in front of my young master?"

Without waiting for the young man to speak, a bearded man with a copper hammer drove out of the team first, then dismounted and came to the old man, and then continued:

"Old man, do you know who my young master is? How dare you take this brain-dead business?"

The old man didn't answer, but just glanced at the man with his hands on his shoulders with his cloudy eyes.

The bearded man was stared at by the old man, and his scalp felt numb for an instant. He tried hard to stabilize his mind, and tightened the copper hammer in his hand.

He has just joined the gang not long ago, and he just needs a chance to show his prestige. This time when he accompanied the young master to go out, he happened to meet an old man who didn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, the bearded man became ruthless. He was originally a bandit who made a living by robbing houses. An old man like the one in front of him had already killed no less than ten casually, so naturally he would not be relentless now.

The man nicknamed "Mad Dog" didn't talk nonsense, he directly swung the one hundred and ten catty copper hammer in his hand, and smashed it down with the momentum of Mount Tai. The speed was so fast that it set off rumors of hunting.

The young man sitting on the horse not far away squinted his eyes. This mad dog is considered a good hand in the villa, and it is perfect for testing the opponent's depth.

Facing the mighty copper hammer, the old man who had been standing still just sighed lightly, but when he heard no movement in his hand, he heard a "bang", and the copper hammer fell to the ground.

The big man couldn't help screaming, because his three fingers fell to the ground with the copper hammer.

Crazy Dog clutched his bloody palm, feeling remorseful after being shocked, it seemed that he had kicked the iron plate this time, he didn't even see how the old man did it just now.

……

The peddler looked at the man lying on the ground and howling, and then at the old man with a normal face. If he didn't understand what was going on, the past twenty years would be wasted.

Except for myself, no one in the co-author is a good stubble.

Thinking of this, the hawker stall couldn't care less about the stall, and quickly got up and ran far away, hiding behind a big roller.

……

The old man with the broken sword on his waist but could not see the sword was still calm, stood up and walked slowly towards dozens of people not far away.

When passing by the man who fell to the ground, I don't know whether it was a coincidence or something, the whole pot of boiling water on the noodle stall suddenly overturned and just covered the mad dog.

As the scent of boiled white meat emerged, the man's heart-piercing wailing came from the scene.

Perhaps because he thought he was too noisy, the old man casually threw out a chopstick and nailed it directly into the man's head, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The old man murmured as he walked:
"There are people in the world who are willing to pay a million taels for a human head, and there are also people who can't marry the girl they like because they are short of 100 taels. This world is really messed up."

After the old man finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Mr. Heishan.

Brother Heishan was obviously frightened by the battle just now, so he couldn't help but become cautious at this moment.

"Dare to ask who the old man is, do you know his identity?"

"Old man Ye Jian, an insignificant rivers and lakes swordsman.

The son is Song Mingyuan, the only son of the leader of the Songhe Gang. "

The old man named after the sword spoke indifferently, obviously knowing the identity of the other party long ago.

Brother Young Master had an ugly look on his face when he heard the words, it seemed that the other party really came after him.

"Dare to ask senior, is there room for maneuver in this matter?"

"Have."

The old man spoke in a deep voice, and after the young man on the other side showed joy, he continued:
"As long as the young master lends the head to the old man, the others don't have to die."

"Wow!" The team of dozens of people became chaotic in an instant, and those attendants who were not good at first glance showed their swords and shouted:

"Old man, you dare to say such wild words when I wait for death to fail?"

The old man was not frightened by the aura of dozens of people at all, but looked at Brother Young Master and said something that made them even more annoyed:
"Although strong dragons do not overwhelm top snakes, someone is willing to bid 100 million taels for your head, and my trip just needs a lot of money, so you are out of luck."

Brother Gongzi, who always regarded himself as a Confucian scholar, was completely irritated. Although the Songhe Gang was not as famous as the Congmo Wudang sect, it could be regarded as a stable local emperor in the southwest.

He can bear the old man's indifference, but daring to humiliate the Songhe Gang is already a capital crime.

A cold light flashed in Young Master's eyes, and he gestured behind him. Seeing this, dozens of knights rushed forward, surrounding the old swordsman in the middle.

At the critical moment, the old man closed his eyes, the beard at the corner of his mouth moved with the wind, and whispered in his mouth:
"At twenty I wielded a sword and traveled the rivers and lakes. At thirty, I was still unknown. At forty, I learned a unique technique and became famous all over the world.

Fifty stepped into the realm of the sword fairy, and from then on, he was invincible in the world.Afterwards, the sword was buried on the slope of Zui Niu and returned to the mountains and forests.

By the age of sixty, there will be no legends of sword immortals in the world.

My name is Ye Jian, this sword is Dai Mei. "

After the old man finished speaking, he put his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out a rusty thing that could barely be called a sword.

"This sword was given by a woman, and the name of the sword was also given by that woman."

The old man still closed his eyes, his lips twitched, and a cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye, and his clothes felt windless and automatic.

When he opened his eyes again, the sword energy rushed to the sky.

Dozens of horsemen and horses were still yelling for a moment, and their bodies were divided by people and horses in the next moment.

The peddler, who was watching the battle from a distance, was almost stunned to death when he saw this scene.

He just felt that the moment he saw it, that group of people had already been cut into pieces. He had never seen a god in his life, and he guessed that even if the gods descended to earth, that would be the case, but would the gods kill people?

The peddler was momentarily caught in a tangle.

……

Compared with the peddler, Mr. Heishan was much more decisive. Seeing that dozens of his subordinates were wiped out before they even had time to snort, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately turned his horse's head and ran like hell.

Brother Gongzi didn't forget to turn his head while running to see if the old man had caught up.

I saw that the old man didn't look at the frightened young man, but threw the sword in his hand lightly.

The moment the rusty sword was thrown, it seemed to be pulled and flew straight up.

The peddler hiding behind the millstone looked at this scene dumbfounded, mother, what is this?
The galloping Young Master obviously also saw it, and at this moment he still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, desperately using his whip to whip the steed under him that had been trained with a lot of money.

Seeing the old swordsman who assassinated him being thrown farther and farther away, Song Mingyuan unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief. When he turned his head, he was surprised to see a rusty sword lying in the air. The position is directly on his neck.

Song Mingyuan panicked, and hastily tightened the reins, but under his whip, the white horse under him had already shown the fastest speed in his life, and if he wanted to stop suddenly at this moment, there would be no time.

Just when Song Mingyuan wanted to shrink his neck to avoid it, the damn rusty sword seemed to have a spirituality, and flew towards this side quickly, and then swept straight, and took his head off.

Song Mingyuan's head rolled to the ground, his face full of astonishment, what he saw at the last moment of his life was a white horse carrying his body away.

The flying sword made a joyful buzzing sound, floated towards it, and after circling a circle, it went into the sheath by itself. The old man retracted the sword calmly, as if it was very normal.

If this scene is seen by any Jianghu people, they will definitely be able to talk about taking the head with a flying sword for three days and three nights over tea. Isn't this the ability of a god?

However, the old man who had used his godly ability was now full of regret. He looked at the ugly long sword in his hand, but with the beautiful name "Dai Mei", and murmured:

"The sword intent is still not perfect after all."

After doing all this, the old man walked west along the street, and dropped a bag of silver when he passed the millstone where the peddler was hiding.

"This is compensation for smashing your noodle stall."

After saying that, he walked away slowly.

After the old man walked away, the peddler carefully picked up the money bag on the ground, opened it and counted it, and it was 100 taels.

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(End of this chapter)