old swordsman

The old man is not old, he is only in his early thirties.Besides, he has fair skin and clear eyes, and his skin is first-class.If it is said that he has just turned twenty, I am afraid that some people will believe it.

There is an old man, which is very different from his own name. I really have to blame his bad surname-he is originally named Weng, and no one in this small town knows his name. If he is not called old man, should he be called Xiao Weng?Sounds like a dai tai man.

The old man's background is a mystery, everyone only knows that he came to this town three years ago, spent a few taels of silver on the shop below, selling mellow wine and gluttonous braised vegetables, and hung a red cloth sign in front of the shop, look It looks like a shop that legendary knights must enter.

It's a pity that the town is located in a remote place, and the neighbors are all honest people who rely on their own hands to eat, not to mention knights, even thieves can't be found.

Therefore, the signature stewed vegetables and fine wines in this small shop are only occasionally patronized by a few idlers, and most of the other blacksmiths, woodworkers, and coolies stand in front of the counter and call out: "Old man, two taels of fried broad beans , the cheapest green throat seal will also be given two taels!"

These regular customers are often only free in the evening, so the morning of the small shop is so deserted that the old man can lie on the counter and take a nap.

There is only one person who does not allow him to fulfill his wish, and that is the little dog who lives at the end of the alley at the east end of the town.

The puppy is about seven or eight years old, with black and white eyes, and a strong body.Children from ordinary families can't afford to read, and just wander around all day long.Occasionally, I have the opportunity to find some work to do, which can be regarded as subsidizing the family.

Since the old man rescued him from the mad dog's mouth three years ago, he has always believed that the old man is a hero with unique skills. Whenever he has free time, he would hang around the old man's shop and try his best to worship the old man as a teacher.

This grind lasted for three years, although the master did not succeed in worship, he became a regular customer in the old man's shop. As soon as he came, the old man took the initiative to serve him a plate of melon seeds and chat with him slowly.Sometimes when it's meal time, he will be left with a hot meal.With such intimacy, even the little dog's biological parents laughed and scolded the little dog for not knowing where his home is.

Seeing the old man dozing off from afar, the little dog covered his mouth and snickered, pulled out a dog's tail and tiptoed towards the old man's shop. As soon as he arrived at the door of the shop, he saw the old man raised his head and opened his eyes to look at him: "Today, there is another What's new?"

The little dog threw the dog's tail grass and ran to the counter, knocked on the counter board and said, "Old man, old man, why don't you teach me a little bit of kung fu?"

The old man yawned and was about to fall down and continue sleeping.

"Hey, hey," the little dog quickly grabbed him, "I have serious business today."

The old man was sleepy: "Which thing did you break and dare not go home?"

"No, no," the little dog took out a small white thing from his arms, and shook it in front of the old man: "Do you know what this is?"

The old man barely opened his eyes, and saw that it was just an ordinary small flag with a winding dragon drawn on it.Lie down again: "What did you do?"

"Hey! Why are you a hero?" The little dog jumped up and climbed onto the counter, "I tell you, this is the sign of the dignified Jiaofengmen. My second uncle who broke in outside brought it back to me."

"Understood," the old man waved his hand like chasing flies, "The Dumpling Crazy School, the Dumpling Crazy School, I don't know which guy who wants to eat dumplings and wants to go crazy established the sect."

"You!" The little dog was so angry that he punched the old man on the back, and he almost burst into tears: "You look like a hero with strong martial arts. If you don't take advantage of your youth, go out and make a name for yourself!" Come out, I really want to live in this town for the rest of my life. I’m here to say goodbye to you today, my second uncle will take me with me when I go out next time, with his recommendation, I will definitely be able to learn martial arts in Jiaofengmen.” The old man made a grimace, jumped off the counter and ran away without a trace.

The old man propped up his cheeks, squinted his eyes and looked outside the door, muttering to himself: "While young?" Xian Xian stretched his waist, "I'm already old——"

That night, the business of the hotel was as usual. A group of old men who had been tired all day couldn't be more relaxed at this time. They chewed broad beans and drank wine, and lassed about their daily routines, and the tiredness all over their bodies disappeared.

Suddenly someone said: "Do you know? The second son of the Gou family in the east of the town is back."

Immediately, someone continued: "Why don't you know? My brothers are envious of his large truckloads of goods. I don't know what kind of business he does outside."

"We don't know, maybe Du Abao knows! Isn't it, Du Abao?"

Everyone booed: "Du Abao, you have the closest relationship with Gou Erer, so tell me what's going on with him."

A thin monkey-like man in the corner raised his head: "He said he worked as a shopkeeper under Jiaofengmen, and he made a lot of money in the past few years."

"Then is this Jiaofengmen still accepting people? We also want to make money."

Du Abao shook his head: "I don't know about that, I just heard that there are rewards in the sect for many years, whoever finds the master of the head of Lin, the glory and wealth will never be spent in a lifetime."

"Gulu", a group of old men were jealous, and someone immediately shouted: "What does his master look like? We have to dig three feet to find it for the master!"

Du Abao thought for a while: "I heard that his master's name is Weng Jiangjiao, and he looks very handsome."

"I see! Isn't that the old man?"

"Yes, yes, old man."

The elders in the room all had green eyes, they all turned their heads to stare at the old man at the counter who was also chewing broad beans.

The old man's scalp was numb, so he had to force a smile and said: "Everyone, do you think I can teach you to be the head of a sect?"

The rough guys who have never been out of a small town on weekdays have no idea about the head of a faction, and the old man's face can be sold at a good price, they all nodded: "Like!"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, but before he said anything, his expression changed suddenly.

With the sound of horseshoes on the street, a group of masked men got off their horses and squeezed into the shop.

Looking at these standard robbers, the faces of the men who were fearless just now turned pale.

Several policemen reacted quickly, stood up and drew out their sabers and shouted: "Who dares to behave wildly in front of Tolerance!"

The old man pressed a policeman's knife nearby: "Don't be impulsive." He looked at the leader of the masked man with a smile: "The visitor is a guest, what do the guest officers want?"

The leader glanced at him, and threw a piece of silver at his feet: "You are wise, and the good wine and food will be served, so don't delay the big business of the master."

The old man turned around and went straight to serve the wine and meat, without even taking a glance at the silver.

"Boneless!" The masked man nodded, and shouted: "What are you waiting for, brothers, clear the field! I don't believe that Jiao Fengmen can manage here."

A big man with a pale face ran out scrambling to be the first.

Suddenly, Du Abao was picked up by the collar like a chicken.The seven-foot man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The masked man patted his face with the hilt of his sword: "Why did you touch me?"

Du Abao's mind went blank, and he just kept saying: "Master, please forgive me, please forgive me, please."

The masked man touched his belt: "Oh, my clothes are dirty. My uncle heard you say the word Jiaofengmen today, and I'm in a bad mood, so I'll take your life to pay for it."

The sharp knife cut across an arc, and it was about to cut Du Abao's throat.

With a crisp sound of "ding dong", the knife was knocked to the ground.

Another chopstick flew over, and Du Abao's hand was loosened immediately, a stream of blood splashed Lao Gao from the hole in his arm.

The leader's eyes sharpened, and he saw the lazy old man standing in front of the counter with his sword in his arms, as if he was the sword.

"Who are you? Sign up!"

"Xuan Bingxin, Weng Jiangjiao."

Du Abao looked shocked, is it really him?

But the leader looked disdainful: "I thought it was some kind of expert, but I didn't expect it to be a shameless person who stole other people's names!"

The old man: "..."

He didn't admit it before and no one believed it, but now he admits it, but no one believes it. What do you want him to do?

(To be continued)