reluctantly

"Coachman, when are you leaving? I think it's already past noon."

Hu Mingzhi looked at the time, and said impatiently; he had brought enough money, he should rent a very luxurious carriage, and sit comfortably in Qingcheng School to participate in the sword watching meeting, but he didn't expect that there would be someone After ambushing him, he had to change his face and rent this small carriage that looked comfortable. Except for the correct direction, it was not within his choice at all—normal times, but there were too few people, and he was alone. , the driver intends to recruit a few more people to set off.

Perhaps the money should have silenced the coachman, but it was too conspicuous and too dangerous.

An expedited one-person pony car will also grab most of the attention.

"Wait a little longer, guest officer, let's go with just one person!"

The coachman replied like this, just right, a middle-aged man in shabby clothes walked up to him. He didn't seem to have much money, but he had enough gold at hand. The coachman smiled and nodded, ready to set off.

He lifted the curtain, came in without looking sideways, sat down and looked out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

It's hard to describe what he looks like, the hair is thick, the broken hair on the forehead is messy blocking the eyes - he occasionally sees the sharp eyes like a swordsman, the nose is high, the mouth is covered by the beard, it looks like He looks like a tramp, but the material of his clothes is definitely not too simple. They are all casually matched with expensive silk products and cotton clothes that have not yet been popularized in a large area. There is a box on his back, and the sound of metal hitting, But it didn't sound like the hideous sound of sword clashing that he often heard.

This person is definitely not an unknown person!

Hu Mingzhi came to this conclusion simply and rudely. He had almost nothing to do except observe, so he continued to look at the opposite person—looking at his hands, those hands, he suddenly knew who this person was .

Master Swordsmith Xiao Yuan!

No one has ever had such hands, with traces of burns and scars all over them, thick calluses, but strong and powerful, this is a perfect pair of hands, which can hold a sword to kill the enemy, or hold a sword Hammers forge magic weapons.

"You recognized me, a 'valiant man' who has just entered the rivers and lakes."

For a simple statement, Hu Mingzhi nodded without concealing it; for a sarcastic address, he frowned.

The stout man then showed a rather sweaty smile on the side of his mouth, opened his mouth, and said with an extremely exaggerated expression.

"There are very few people in the world who don't recognize me or have never seen me, and you are one of them." He moved his gaze from the window to Hu Mingzhi, "Your sword is good, but it's not hard. It’s not suitable for you, you should throw it away, otherwise sooner or later your Excellency will become one of countless tombstones.”

This sight was disgusting, and Hu Mingzhi was no exception—he almost felt that his morning meal was going to be pushed down his throat.

Xiao Yuan, who laughed, showed his sensual lips, which seemed to have a mysterious taste, evil, and secretive.

"Your Excellency is worrying too much."

Hu Mingzhi resisted his impulse and said coldly.

At this time, the carriage was driving towards Mount Qingcheng, and there was still a long way to go.

"You don't seem to trust my words."

Hu Mingzhi ignored him, but he continued talking endlessly, saying some uncomfortable words, but after talking for a long time, Hu Mingzhi had to talk to him.

"Your Excellency has such ink in your chest. I really can't match it. The journey is far away. Maybe you can rest for a while and talk again."

"Looks like you've figured it out."

Xiao Yuan took out a bamboo tube from his luggage, which was filled with clear water.

He took a swig.

Hu Mingzhi shrugged and nodded casually.

"Mr. Hu doesn't have such a good heart as your Excellency."

So much chatter!

Xiao Yuan smiled complacently, an annoying smile.

Of course, he had carefully observed this young man in extraordinary clothes. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was still very young, full of temptations that made people want to break his youthful vigor.

Of course, I also know that it is expected that his tone and words will cause disgust, but I have been with those stubborn stones for too long, and it is really unclear how to say normal words for a while-he is too lazy to go correct.

Forging swords was all he cared about.

At the same time, Hu Mingzhi also held his fists and thought expressionlessly, he really hoped not to meet such a person again, abandoning his wife and son, talking insanely.

However, none of the two of them at that time knew that their fate would be so wonderful.

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Destiny is always the most wonderful.