sword sentient beings

Chapter 401
Ah Qiang is a gangster, a young and sophisticated gangster.

He is not very old, but he has been a gangster for many years, and he has been a gangster for many years.

Just because he's old doesn't mean he's a successful gangster, he's just a gangster's gangster, or a gangster's gangster.

So he would run errands for a gangster who was a few years younger than himself in the middle of the winter night, so he didn't rush to find someone after he came out, but swayed and walked crookedly, wishing he could suddenly jump on the road Get a dog to kick him.

Just like that, one alley made him walk three alleys, and he finally came to the low shack.

Seeing this crooked shack, Ah Qiang really didn't want to go in. In such a dilapidated place, he usually kicked the doors from house to house when he was sweeping the street, not to mention getting his feet dirty.

He was standing in front of the door, and was about to call out to let the old blind man come out by himself, when he heard the faint sound of strings coming from the darkness.

The strings were creaky and hoarse, and it was music, but the tune could not be tuned, or tuned, with a slight shift in tone. In the dark night, it sounded like moaning, sighing, trembling, as if a few claws were scratching at the bottom of the heart, and it could be heard in the heart Hairy.

Rao Aqiang was very courageous, and he was shocked when he heard the voice calling for the old blind man, and immediately stopped in his mouth, and even wanted to run away.

but……

The ugly sound of silk and bamboo strings didn't seem to be the reason why the semi-senior gang members of his majestic eight-legged gang were frightened and ran away?

Maybe the old blind man was bored and played strings in his bed?His strings were originally ugly, so it is not surprising to hear such movements.

That being said, Ah Qiang didn't dare to kick the door directly to go in. Instead, he lowered himself down and put his eyes close to the crack of the door.The firewood door of the shack leaked air everywhere, and there were several large cracks, which can be seen from the outside.

In the room, there is an old and hunched figure, wearing a ragged cotton jacket, holding a stringed zither.

Sure enough, the old blind man was playing the string.

He didn't play it by himself under the covers, but sat on a rare intact bench in the shack, holding the strings, singing and singing, singing and talking for a while, with his back straight and a pair of blind gray eyes Turned up, it is already in a performance state.

It's a human voice, that's fine.

But...how could it be so ugly?
This was Ah Qiang's first thought.

Both he and Teng Liang were frequent customers of the small restaurant, and they had heard the old blind man's xianzi tune called by Teng Liang more than once.Although he didn't understand why this thing was worth calling out over and over again by the brave, ruthless Brother Teng, he also felt that listening to it while eating was still a meal.

How can there be this underworld smell?

Immediately afterwards, he discovered the clues. Although the old man seemed to be sitting upright, his whole body was trembling slightly, his white beard was shaking a little blurry, and his fingers were trembling even more, so that the sound of the string fluctuated up and down, like playing cotton. Not as good.

He seemed to be sitting in a cauldron, performing for a man-eating tiger, and the next moment he was about to enter the tiger's mouth.

So the Tigers are on...

He squinted his eyes and saw a figure.

only one person.

From his angle, in fact, he could only see half of the profile, and couldn't see his face clearly. He didn't sit down, but stood in the shed, with the top of his head almost touching the roof of the shed.Although weird, it seemed that this person was tall and oppressive.

Other than that, one can only see that the man is wearing a cloak, not to mention the skin on his body, not even his clothes are exposed, only his hair is black, he looks like a young man.

Is this person... a big tiger that eats people?
This must be a martial arts master!

Ah Qiang has been in a gang at any rate, and he has heard a lot of legends in the world, and he often listens to storytelling and singing. The little villain died miserably.

Although in Ah Qiang's dream, he always pretends to be a master, dreaming of unscrupulous rivers and lakes, but he knows who he is, and when he really meets such a master, he will kill him without knowing his name.

Slip away, slip away!
Taking advantage of the unpleasant sound of strings covering his footsteps, he turned around slowly, but glanced to the side before leaving.

With this glance, he saw a pile of black charcoal under the old blind man's feet.

Is there a lot of carbon in this pile?

Carbon prices are high this year, and my family has switched to burning firewood. The old blind man's family is rich, and he has saved a lot of charcoal.

Wait, what's wrong with the shape of that carbon...

That fork is like a human finger...

"what--"

Suddenly realizing something, Ah Qiang screamed.

His screams disturbed the people in the room, and the people inside suddenly turned their heads, their gazes were like cold stars!

There was a sizzling sound in the ear, and immediately after that, there was a brilliance in front of my eyes.

thump!
The next moment, he had already fallen headfirst.He plunged into the smelly ditch.

Smelly gutter? !

The stinking ditch had already frozen, but the ice layer was still thin. His head just passed through the thin ice and plunged to the bottom.

Ah Qiang jumped up and crawled out of the mud with his head on his head. He opened his eyes and saw that he had moved into the ditch next to the side street. He had already left the alley and was at least a hundred feet away from the shack just now.

See... hell!

Ah Qiang wailed, ignoring the drenching and smelly body, ran headless, and ran all the way home, all the shacks, drinking, and taking half the money had long been thrown out of the sky.

Here, the brilliance dissipated, and the man in the cloak turned his back to the door, looking like an old blind man who was so frightened that he dragged the strings and lay on the ground, as if he didn't care about what was going on behind him?He said indifferently: "Who are you? Is it the leader of those gangsters? Did I stab the gangster's ant nest? One by one, even the king of ants is here?"

Tang Zhao used the sword elephant to send away the gangster whose life was hanging by a thread. He lifted the crooked firewood door, stood at the door and did not enter the shack. From this angle, he was able to block Teng Liang completely, and said, "No. I don't recognize them."

The man still didn't turn his head, and said lightly: "Since you don't recognize it, why stop it?"

Tang Zhao glanced at the coke at the old blind man's feet in disgust, and said, "Human life is reckless, who can stop it?"

The man sneered shortly, and said: "Human life? It's just a piece of shit. It's not worth a penny even if you die a hundred. Your excellency is not weak in martial arts, but it's ridiculous to use it to save such scum."

Tang Zhaodao: "They are bastards, are you just trying to eliminate harm for the people? It's fine if you really draw your sword to fight injustice, you're just relying on..."

He moved his eyes and looked at the saber that the man had just drawn out. It was that sword that had just fired a bolt of lightning. Although the light was only as thick as fluff, it was enough to burn one or two people into charcoal.

"It's just a magic weapon."

He identified the sword with certainty.

The utensil is the sword, not the swordsman.Even if a swordsman has a magic weapon, his first choice is always his own sword.

But only magic weapon may not be weak.

The magic weapon carries the swordsmanship, which is higher than swordsmanship. If it is used well, it may be able to kill weaker swordsmen, because swordsmen do not have swordsmanship.Especially the swordsmanship similar to the rules, which can even kill with one blow if the conditions are met.

The sword technique carried by this magic weapon should be thunder.Although Lei may not be as unreasonable as regular swordsmanship, it is extremely powerful, extremely explosive and extremely fast.

There is a chance to win with one blow.

But chances are few and far between.

After all, the gap between ordinary people and swordsmen is all-round. There may only be one chance.

So while Tang Zhao was on guard, he was very restrained, and didn't intend to take the initiative to attack.He wanted to observe the fluctuation of the magic weapon, if he could induce the only chance, he would have fallen into an invincible position.

"Besides, you killed this old artist indiscriminately in the house, forced him to sing to you, and frightened him like this. What are you going to do? Do you really want to listen to Xianzi?"

The old artist who had already shrunk into a ball moved, as if he wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but then he closed his mouth and shrank even tighter.

Tang Zhao wanted to nod his head, but the old artist couldn't see it.And even if he talked directly, because it was an unfamiliar voice, the old man might not believe it in a hurry.

The man still turned his back to Tang Zhao, without turning his head, he said, "Your Excellency is not uncommon if you recognize the magic weapon. I'm here to listen to the strings. As long as those people don't kick in the door just now to make noise and disturb my interest, I will I don't care about it. If your Excellency saves someone, he has already saved him, so it's a big difference."

Tang Zhao was amazed at the opponent's upholding - he knew that he was an expert, but he didn't even look back. Was he extremely confident or stupid?Or both?
He could go, but when he saw the old blind man who was shivering and didn't dare to call for help, his face was slightly gloomy, and he said, "If I said, I also came to listen to the music?"

The man suddenly turned his head, his eyes widening.

Under the light of the only oil lamp in the room, Tang Zhao could clearly see the appearance of the man.

This is about a 20-year-old young man, with a fair appearance, he looks like a rich man, but his brows and eyes are full of murderous looks unique to Jianghu people.

This is Jiang Huzi's murderous intent.

After wandering around the rivers and lakes for a long time, who didn't have blood on their hands and evil spirits condensed on their bodies?It doesn't matter whether it's male or female, old or young, monk or secular, once murderous intentions arise, they will all be violent.

Tang Zhao stood firmly, with a calm look on his face. Even though the lights were dim, and shadows appeared on his face, he didn't look grim.

It seemed that he really walked into a teahouse, waiting to come to listen to the music.

The man's murderous aura soared wildly, his body turned slightly, and he turned his body half sideways, turned his face to Tang Zhao, and said word by word: "You also came to hear that story?"

Tang Zhaodao: "I can listen to anything, old man."

The old cripple didn't realize that he was calling him for a moment, Tang Zhao called out again, and the old cripple said, "This old man..."

Tang Zhao knew that he was dumbfounded, and said, "Liangzi... Teng Liang came with me." He said and tugged Teng Liang behind him.

Teng Liang was dazzled by the brilliance just now, and trembling all over because of the murderous aura. Fortunately, Tang Zhao blocked him, and a gentle aura melted over him. After speaking, he hurriedly answered: "Old blind man, it's me."

The old cripple listened to Liangzi's words as if he was listening to fairy music, and got up, blinded his eyes and weeping, and shouted: "Master Liang, Lord Liang, save me!"

The man looked worried, and with a movement of his hand, Tang Zhao stepped forward in a timely manner, just in time to form an angle with him.

The man's aura rose, but Tang Zhao remained motionless, and even managed to block the impact of the old lame man, so that the old lame man crawled to Teng Liang's side, and Teng Liang pulled him up.

The man attacked Tang Zhao several times, but he couldn't move Tang Zhao. Finally, he felt jealous and said, "Okay, okay, since you want to confront me tit for tat, I'll let you sit, you..."

Tang Zhao asked directly: "Old man, what song do you want to listen to when you come to the National People's Congress at night?"

The man's facial features moved slightly, his murderous aura concentrated again, as if he wanted to violently stop the old blind man from speaking, but he didn't move in the end.

The old blind man calmed down a bit, and said, "That's just... Yunzhongqu, an old joke that's been kept out of the box, it hasn't been performed for many years, and it's almost lost."

Tang Zhao thought about it, and said, "Can I hear it?"

The man's sleeves were trembling, and the veins in the hand holding the magic weapon were bulging. Tang Zhao said, "Okay, it sounds like a good song. Old man, let's change the place, can you give us a special performance?"

(End of this chapter)