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Chapter 376 There Are Banished Immortals Above the Tea Stall (22)

With the copper coins Wang Anfeng counted and the one silver coin, he should be able to stay in the inn in this small town for three to five days, taking care of food and drink.

But when the money was all used up, the city was still quiet, no one from Baihutang appeared, and the people from Tianjianmen were more like old Taoist priests who had closed their doors, and there was no news at all.

In the past few days, the young man went out with his sword every day, but he didn't find any suspicious person. When he didn't intend to ask the shopkeeper, the strangeness in the old man's eyes told Wang Anfeng that in the eyes of these residents, he himself might be the strangest that one.

Carrying a piano and a sword.

Uncivilized.

The young man laughed and didn't take it seriously. He just took another bite of the meat bun in his hand and walked back after eating it clean.

He only moves around the courtyard.

Stopping at the entrance of the old street, the sound of sword dancing can often be heard in the yard under the third sycamore tree, and disciples in white sword robes can be seen coming out every day to buy some meat, vegetables and fruits.

But it seems to have taken root here, there is no sign of wanting to leave, it seems to be ready to live here, but even so, there is no trace of hiding.

Honghui still admonishes his disciples severely and teaches him how to practice swordsmanship.

The days are as dull as boiled tea that has no taste.

If you want to insist on an accident, it was only yesterday that a lot of paper money was burned in the yard. At that time, Wang Anfeng was in the inn room, leaning against the window sill.

Seeing the flames burning there for a long time, and also seeing Hong Feibai's figure, the young man failed to notice him, his eyes just stared at the burning paper money, as if the flames were also burning in his eyes along the line of sight.

Looking at it the next day, it was the same sword practice again.

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, and felt that the method of sitting on the sidelines and waiting for the rabbit was not very useful. Maybe everyone knew that this was the last moment. Whether it was Tianjianmen or Baihutang, they were like foxes lurking and preparing to pounce on their prey. Sophisticated and quite patient.

In the inn.

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged on the bed, and the iron sheet sword that cost him 970 Wen was placed on the table. He took good care of it with the method of raising the sword taught by Mr. Ying.

The young man raised his long sword, facing the thin and cool winter sun, at least there was a little cold light, and he flicked his fingers lightly, but the sound was still a little murmur.

In any case, the sword should be worth a little more money.

It shouldn't be hard to get it back.

Wang Anfeng hesitated about this question, thought for a while, raised his hand and put the sword back into the scabbard, and stood up.

I haven't gained anything in the past few days, so I might as well go a little farther today, it's really not possible, go to the biggest restaurant and teahouse in the city, and see if there are any clues.

Since this place is said to be an old street, then the news must not be so circulated.

Wang Anfeng raised the sword, locked the room, turned around and came down to the inn. He was half lying on the table, and the boss who was fiddling with the abacus looked up at him, then lazily looked away, not interested in greeting this man. guest.

Xiao Er was quite enthusiastic, and sent Wang Anfeng out of the inn gate after exchanging greetings, before turning around and coming back.

There were not many guests at this time, Xiao Er leaned against the door and said with emotion:
"This guest officer, I don't know what you came to our city for?"

"Is it also the warriors who came here to visit those martial arts heroes?"

He was quite impressed with the poor iron sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, so he made this guess.

Great Qin Shangwu, 72 counties' sects have countless inheritances. Near this city is the famous Heavenly Sword Sect. One-handed swordsmanship is complicated and profound, and even a weak mind can't remember the way of the sword.

If you don't like this kind of advanced swordsmanship that is based on skill, there is the Tiger Sword Sect not far away that advocates strength, and its domineering swordsmanship can purely overwhelm others, and it is also very majestic.

Even if you want to practice other weapons, fist and foot internal skills, each has a mountain sect to worship.

Perhaps 70 years ago, there was a swordsman in Tianjianmen who broke through the sky and clouds with a three-foot wooden sword. It left a deep impression on people, regardless of whether Tianjianmen has declined in the past 30 years, regardless of other Jianghu The sect has produced a lot of eye-catching things.

When the two counties were handed over, when people with a radius of more than [-] li mentioned the martial arts sect, the first thing that came to mind was Tianjianmen.

The shopkeeper who was pulling the abacus raised his eyes, sneered, and said:
"Just him?"

"The sword in my hand is not much stronger than farm tools. What kind of swordsmanship can I use? I spend most of the day in the house, neither practicing the piano nor reading. You are so lazy, what kind of sword do you practice like this?"

Xiao Er was dumbfounded for a while, thinking of the behavior of that young guest officer these days, he had to nod his head and said:

"It's really lazy."

The shopkeeper put down his abacus, let out a hey, and said:
"Lazy is lazy."

"But that's nothing, yesterday I went out and met shopkeeper Sun of the Yunlai Inn, chatted with him for a while, and there was also a young man from him, who looked outstanding, but his bones were much lazier than this one. "

"To be honest, according to what Old Sun said, if that one starved himself to death because of lazy bones that day, I'm not curious at all."

"Young people should look like young people, just think of it as a muscle, and they can't be idle all day long, can they?"

Xiaoer nodded in agreement, but found that the shopkeeper seemed to be talking some gossip, but a pair of eyes fell directly on him, as if he wanted to pick a few copper coins from his body, the smile on his face Some couldn't help but stood up and said:

"The water is almost boiling."

Immediately, he stopped chatting, turned around and went to get a rag, came out with water, and wiped the tables that were already very clean, very attentive.

The shopkeeper nodded in satisfaction.

At the end, he still muttered a few words in his heart, what are the young people doing in their free time, and what are they free to do.

This city is really not big.

Even the tallest and best restaurants are far from being able to compare with Fufeng County City, any one is more luxurious than this place.

Wang Anfeng stood opposite the restaurant, and the old man who opened the tea stall served him a pot of tea and thirteen copper coins. He looked at the shabby iron sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, thinking that he came from the city to see the people from the rivers and lakes. young people.

He smiled and greeted:
"Young man, judging by your attire, do you know kung fu?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, turned the iron sword in his hand, and replied with a smile:
"A little bit."

The old man laughed:

"It doesn't matter if your martial arts are close."

"You're still young, just keep practicing."

"The restaurant in front is one of the best places in our city. Heroes from all walks of life often drink there. Look, they are really good guys."

Wang Anfeng said: "Don't our own people go in the city?"

The old man said hesitantly:
"Who will go? It's so expensive..."

Fu said a few more words, another guest came, a little Taoist priest who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, a little petite, but brought a lot of luggage, the old man stopped talking and went to greet the little Taoist priest.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the restaurant opposite, and saw that it was indeed more lively inside, with many people from the rivers and lakes.

There are those with swords on their backs, some with double blades, and some outer sect warriors with both hands free but with unusually thick muscles and bones.

But those who use swords are rare, there are only those few, and none of them use the three-foot Qingfeng that is commonly seen in the Jianghu.

Those who used swords were rough men. The width of the sword was as wide as two palms, and it became thinner as it went down. The whole looked like a big iron cone for siege, and the handle was longer than ordinary weapons.

As long as Wang Anfeng takes a look at it, he doesn't need to fight, he knows that this kind of weapon must be amazingly heavy, and the effect of smashing it down will never be inferior to the heavy weapons used by generals on the battlefield.

The ones with the knives on their backs looked familiar.

His face was a little bruised and purple, as if he had been severely frozen in the snow. Many stoves were set up in this restaurant, and they poured down the strong wine in the cup again and again, but it was of no use.

Perhaps it was because Wang Anfeng didn't cover his eyes, those guys were a little drunk, but they always felt a little uncomfortable.

It was like a glaring murder knife hanging from the back of his neck, and the hairs in his heart were bristling.

But he couldn't find any reason, so he held the black porcelain wine bowl in one hand, sat in front of the dining table and looked around, thinking it was nothing, heaved a sigh of relief, a man in his early thirties came down from the upstairs, and arrived At this table, there was a lot of chatting and laughing, and the others didn't dare to brush their faces and say a few compliments.

He lowered his head and was about to drink up the wine in the bowl. Suddenly, the man sitting directly opposite the inn door flicked his wrist, and the wine bowl in his hand fell to the ground. There was a click, and the aroma of the wine was dense. The atmosphere around him couldn't help but A little stiff.

The man who came down frowned.

Immediately, they pretended to be nonchalant, pretending that nothing had happened, but these people seemed to be completely unwilling to give any face to the higher-ups in their sect, but the sound of shattering wine bowls kept ringing out.

Those warriors who were knocked unconscious in the snowfield hundreds of miles away and managed to recover their lives trembled, and their complexions turned pale with naked eyes.

It was like seeing a nightmare.

The man who came down from the top of the building frowned and looked in that direction with a slightly dazed expression.

Through the smell of alcohol, I saw a young man sitting at the table at the opposite tea stand.Wearing a blue gown, with black hair hanging down the back, and a sword lying across the table, he was looking at this direction thoughtfully, raising his hand to drink tea, and he was not surprised to be found, his black eyes seemed to be smiling, Like a sword fairy who has been banished from the Heavenly Palace.

　Thank you King Huron for the 100 starting coin, and Xia Chong is also the 100 starting coin for Bing, thank you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)