This dynasty is really messed up

Just after the crowing of the cock, there was a burst of violent firecrackers, mixed with the sound of congratulations from the people.

There is a new pawn shop in Suzhou City, which is on Qian Street not far from Fennel Tavern.

Front Street usually sells funeral supplies, and the opening of the new store has brought a lot of vitality to Front Street.

The layout of this pawnshop is relatively simple, which is far from other pawnshops in Suzhou City.The gate was covered by a thick dark blue cloth curtain, and after the curtain was lifted, a dark screen blocked the way, making people have to bypass it and enter the inner hall from the left and right paths.There is a large plaque hanging above the screen, on which there is only the word "Dang" drawn out with a big pen. This is probably the name of the shop. According to the owner's words - if a pawnshop has a name, it is not a pawnshop. Just a thing that exists to make money.

If you enter the inner hall, you will see a handsome young man, sitting sideways behind the desk, looking up at you with a smile, and dipping a pen into the ink to form a character.There are no high counters or narrow passages in the inner hall here, it is just the hall of ordinary people, with a few tables and chairs on both sides to entertain guests.After you come, you are not a businessman, but more like a door-to-door visitor.

Once a few days have passed, Front Street becomes very deserted, with few people coming and going.

Young Master Shang stood at the intersection, subconsciously grasping the sword wrapped in expensive white silk.The wind blowing from behind brought a cold chill, but the single clothes on his body could not resist the cold wind.

After a moment's hesitation, he lifted up the dark blue cloth curtain with the word "Dang" embroidered with white thread.

The man sitting behind the desk inside was carefully grinding the herbs in the medicine bowl on the table. Hearing the unhurried footsteps, he smiled knowingly, everything was as expected.

Young Master Shang carefully placed the sword on the chair, then stepped forward to pick up the warm tea that had been prepared for him on the table, and drank it down in one gulp.

The man stopped and put his hands on the table. "You drank cold wine just now, and you drank warm tea here, aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" He said with a smile.

Gong Zishang propped himself on the table with one hand, letting more than half of his weight rest on the edge of the table, slowly playing with the small teacup with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it, I've been used to it for a long time. However, I I came here to ask for something. Have you seen that thing on the chair? I want to exchange it with you for a good sword."

After the man heard this, he waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew away the half-foot silk cloth covering the sword, revealing the bronze-colored hilt and sharp silver blade.Startled, the man immediately lowered his hand and covered it with a silk cloth.

"Well, where did you come from? I'm afraid I have nothing to rival it in my little place."

He usually heard that the sword of the Wuyue Sword Sect's Zhen faction was stolen, but he didn't expect it to be him.

"You already understand in your heart, why do you still ask me?" Young Master Shang lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile, "The whole world already knows that I took it away, and in three days, the Five Sacred Sword Sect will declare war on me. I can't fight with someone else's sword while I'm at the stall, so I'm looking for you to exchange for a good sword as a deterrent."

He already has his own status in the Jianghu under the pseudonym Yin Shang by virtue of his disguise technique. Over the past few years, he has continuously fought against famous gangs with his high-strength martial arts, accumulating fame.A few days ago, young and energetic, he went to Wuyue to "borrow" their swords to admire them. Unexpectedly, they insisted that he stole them and tried to keep them for themselves. The group of "honest men and gentlemen" made excuses, so they had no choice but to push the boat along, claiming that if no one from the Wuyue Sword Sect could defeat him, then the sword would be his.

The man hesitated to speak, but remained silent for a long time.

Gongzi Shang couldn't wait for an answer, and his tone was a little displeased: "I said, with our good friendship, you secretly moved from the capital to this lower-level town without telling me, and I came all the way here without saying anything. Won't you make a deal with me?"

The man sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, I'll do it to you for a while." After finishing speaking, he motioned for Gong Zishang to go to the back of the house with him.

Three days later, people from all walks of life gathered at Nanbo Mountain outside Yecheng, in order to witness how a famous family in the Central Plains eradicated this mysterious man Yin Shang who came from the Western Regions.Most of the people here were once defeated by the Yin Shang, and they came here this time to feel proud, to see how the Yin Shang was beaten to death.

On the edge of a cliff on the highest peak of Nanbo Mountain, there was a cool breeze, and there were two people standing at each end and facing each other.

On the one hand is Shang Xie (yé), the chief disciple of the Five Sacred Sword Sect. He has lived in the sect for a long time and practiced martial arts hard since he was a child.

The other is a mysterious man from the Western Regions, Yin Shang, who looks like he is in his forties, but he is vicious, good at using strange medicines, and looks like a thief.

"A nameless rat." Yin Shang uttered four words with a light smile, and his treacherous smile distorted his ugly features even more.He thought that the person who would fight with him today would be some big shot, but he didn't expect it to be a rumored big disciple that he had never seen before.

Hmph, does a brat want to defeat him?Yin Shang scoffed.

Shang Xie smiled and said nothing, his heroic face was not displeased by his words.The cool wind from the mountain ruffled the broken hair on his forehead and bulged his cuffs.He stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, with one side of his hand, the white light on the blade immediately reflected into the other's eyes.

Yin Shang subconsciously squinted his eyes, heh, do dignified and decent families also like to use such indecent tricks to sneak attacks?However, it turned out that he thought too much, and Shang Xie didn't do much afterwards, he just wanted to flex his wrist.

Then, if you don't make a move, I have to go first.This is not an upright contest, who will give orders?The two people who are fighting can't always be in a stalemate like this.He didn't seem to play cards according to common sense every time he fought.

"This sword just fell into my hands, so just use your blood to sacrifice the sword!" After saying that, he turned into a white shadow and rushed towards him, pointing the blade straight at the opponent.

A ruthlessness flashed across Yin Shang's eyes.

I don't know when he started to live this kind of bloodthirsty life. In order to protect that person's life, it is easy for him to kill people.Drawing the sword, swinging it, stabbing it, pulling it out, he has done this countless times, he is already numb.

Shang Xie reacted quickly and quickly raised his sword to block the sudden blow.He knew that the words of a gentleman were of no use to such a person.

He pursed his lips tightly, facing the man in front of him across two thin sword blades.His feet stepped on the loess hard to prevent himself from accidentally falling.He poured all the strength into his hand, and then he rushed with his hand, and bounced the opponent's sword back, which caught the opponent by surprise, let go of his hand, and staggered backward.

It's now!He swung his sword straight for his opponent's throat.

Just when the onlookers thought that the winner could be decided immediately, Shang Xie stopped, and he was moved with compassion. The difference between the blade and Yin Shang's throat was only one centimeter.He thought it was enough to just click on it, and it didn't necessarily have to put the opponent to death.

"You lost." Shang Xie said coldly to those dark eyes.

"That's not necessarily the case, little brother, you're still a little tender!" Yin Shang laughed, taking advantage of his distraction, he quietly backhanded, leaned back, leaned back, walked around Shang Xie's sword, and rushed forward Before him, he stretched out his sword and aimed at his vitals.

Every time he saw people dying under his sword, hot red blood pouring out from the wound, and the painful expression of struggling not to die, he would think, what does it feel like to die?

However, he didn't want to die now, and he died so embarrassingly.He is not the kind of useless material who will rush to thank each other just because the other party doesn't want to kill him for a while. He prefers to push forward.If there were no rules in the arena, he would not be able to kill people happily. Now that he finally got his wish, killing a big disciple is not a bad achievement.

Shang Xie didn't expect this person to move so fast, so he could only subconsciously dodge his attack temporarily.He knew that from this second onwards, in this unfinished struggle, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

With this momentum, Yin Shang chased after him step by step, and he wanted to pay back the humiliation just now doubled!

After a flash of swords and swords, the two stood back to their original positions.

At this time, Shang Xie was wounded, and the blood gushing from the wound splashed on the loess in the middle, staining the soil reddish brown.He thought to himself, this man probably has practiced martial arts for many years, and he has already mastered martial arts. If he hadn't decided not to kill, he would have fought on equal terms with him.His swordsmanship is life-threatening, ruthless and vicious, such a person must never be kept.

"Why, do you still want to fight?" Yin Shang smiled, his voice low and hoarse. "Seeing how you are dying, I will give you a good time! Hahaha!" Yin Shang raised his head and laughed.

Shang Xie gritted his teeth and sealed the acupuncture points on his body, trying to relieve the tearing pain caused by the wound. The fine sweat from his forehead wetted the broken hair on his temples.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath.

When Yin Shang was proud, he glanced at the crowd in the distance, and suddenly saw a familiar figure flashing in the crowd, he secretly cried out in his heart, that person is familiar with his sword skills, if he knew what he was doing, he would Too bad, so he wants to end this fight as soon as possible. "Forget it, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, early death and early rebirth!" He held the sword in his backhand, leaned the back of the sword on his arm, and rushed to Shang Xie's side quickly, stabbing the sword hard into his left chest, looking at him in disbelief. He fell down with eyes widened in confidence.

"Take this sword as a funeral gift from me to the Wuyue Sword Sect. I won't take it back." He laughed and walked over Shang Xie's body (corpse) to the end of the loess—the edge of the cliff, and jumped off. .

People who know a lot know that the mystery of Yin Shang is not only because of his origin, but also because he will jump directly from the cliff every time he leaves, but he will never die.

In the imperial garden of the Imperial Palace in the capital, a pale young man in a gorgeous yellow robe dragged his hem and walked alone on the snake-shaped river corridor.

The columns made of white marble are undulating, covered in dense green lotus and lotus root, and the intermittent gray-white bridge deck makes it hard to figure out where the end of the path is.

The man stopped in front of a green lotus leaf, stared at the vast green sea in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.He pursed his bloodless lips and frowned tightly, his feminine and delicate face looked very pitiful.

As soon as he entered the garden, he saw him from a distance, and that golden spot seemed abrupt among the green bushes.He raised the corners of his lips, and stepped on his steps carefully, so as not to startle him, he flashed behind him like floating.

"Why..." The man murmured expressionlessly, "Why..." A hot tear fell from his eye socket and ran across his cold cheek.

He frowned, couldn't bear to see him like this, so he raised his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on his face, but some things still couldn't stop, on the contrary, they overflowed, hitting him drop by drop On the back of his hand, it was not only the back of his hand that hurt, but also his heart.

The man fell back feebly, into his arms.Why, why does everyone leave me?Even Xuanying did not come to see me after leaving for so long.

"Why!" The man suddenly roared madly, startling a flock of wild geese in the distant forest.