I am a madman

Chapter 12 The Holy Water Saint

"Could you be more annoying? A person who obviously doesn't talk much, why is he so pestering sometimes?" Ming Yu glared at Zang Feng impatiently, and turned his head to ignore him.

"..." Zang Feng was speechless, followed Ming Yu into the pawn shop, and only slightly lowered his eyes to look at the back of his fiery red head, a little wanting to reach out and touch it, but after thinking about it, he instinctively realized that it might not be very good if he touched it.

Ming Yu didn't pay attention to Zang Feng behind him, and just arrogantly sat down on the comfortable chair in the pawnshop, with his legs slammed on the coffee table twice, and shouted: "The shopkeeper, come out!"

Zang Feng asked: "What are you doing?"

Mingyu rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled him: "Stand behind me honestly, from now on you are a servant!"

Seeing Mingyu's cunning eyes, those obsidian-like eyes turning back and forth, Zang Feng didn't quite understand why his heart felt warm and itchy, he had never felt this way before, he was not an ordinary person who cared about his status , and immediately stood silently behind Mingyu.

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop immediately nodded and came out, and saw a young man in a dark red cloak sitting lazily on the armchair. He was a shrewd middle-aged man who had seen the world, and he could see the indescribable elegance of the young man in front of him at a glance. .

Rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously, he greeted respectfully: "Hello, young master, what's your name?"

"My son's surname is Xia." Ming Yu raised his chin, and the image of a playboy immediately appeared.

"Master Xia, hehe, do you want to pawn or redeem when you come to the shop?" The shopkeeper bent over and stood aside, thinking in his heart that he had never seen this boy before, and he was probably here to pawn something, so he must lower the price. As a dandy, maybe what he brings is something valuable that he doesn't care about.

When Xia Mingyu saw this person's face, he understood in his heart. He lazily glanced at the shopkeeper, and said slowly: "I'm talking about the shopkeeper, do you think I'm a fool?"

"How could it be? What are you talking about, young master?" The shopkeeper immediately panicked.

"Hmph, if you don't regard the young master as a fool, then you are deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?!" Mingyu raised his eyebrows immediately, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the shopkeeper's neck, tightening his grip tightly!

"Ah! Young Master! Young Master has something to say, something to say, I don't know where I offended Young Master?" The shopkeeper cried out in his heart, maybe he was a big boss who was slaughtered in the past, and now he came to his senses to smash the scene?

Mingyu sneered, and his lacquered eyes were a bit cold and scary. He pointed at Zang Feng behind him and said in a low voice, "My servant has little knowledge, but is very greedy. I took the Wen Yu I brought with me as a child. Find out the origin of things, and dare to falsely report the price, is it really easy to be deceived by this young master!?"

Zang Feng's skills have long been back to basics, and his skills are restrained. Unless his skills are similar to or higher than his, otherwise as long as he doesn't want to, no one will notice his existence.

The shopkeeper only looked up at Zang Feng at this moment, and finally came to his senses, it turned out that he was taken advantage of by just coming!

That piece of warm jade was made over ten thousand years, so precious, even the royal family is unlikely to have it, he took the risk because of his greed, but he didn't expect to find it so soon!

Thinking about it with trepidation, I wanted to deny it when I opened my mouth.

The young man squeezed his neck tightly: "Don't even think about denying it, I will give you two ways now, first, I will redeem the young master for how much money, and second, don't want a penny of your money, I will kill you!" You take Wen Yu away again."

The shopkeeper shuddered and shouted: "First, I will choose first!"

With a gloomy smile, Mingyu nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

He took out two silver bills from his pocket, and slapped them on the table: "Go quickly, and bring my son, my Wen Yu, these two are yours."

The shopkeeper glanced at the eyes, and said with a bitter face: "Young master, this, this, this, this is only 20 taels..."

It's the first time he's seen a 20 tael silver bill...

His eyes slanted, and he sneered: "Why, you still think it's too little?"

The shopkeeper's legs trembled, and he ran in to get Wen Yu...

Seeing him go in, Ming Yu couldn't help laughing, he jumped up and patted Zang Feng's shoulder: "Look, it's time to come back."

Zang Feng only looked at him and didn't speak.

Mingyu hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "How much money did you pawn?"

"5000 taels." Zang Feng replied.

"Although the value of Wen Yu is much less than that of Wen Yu, it is not bad. Where are the rest of the cloak you bought? Let's go and have a big meal later!" Grinning, thinking that I can drink well later He is happy with wine.

Seeing him smiling happily, Zang Feng couldn't help being taken aback, his face was not very good-looking, and he said, "It's gone."

Mingyu was also stunned: "It's gone? How could it be gone?"

"The cloak, use it." He threw all the banknotes at the place where the cloak was sold.

Opening his mouth wide, he was so angry that he could jump up: "You you you fool! Why did you use them all?! No matter how expensive this cloak is, it doesn't cost 5000 taels!"

Zang Feng saw that he was very angry, and he panicked a little, he said: "Don't be angry, let it be."

Now Mingyu's mouth was twisted with anger: "Really?! Then Wen Yu, you don't take it seriously at all? Anyway, this young master asked you to come back!"

Zang Feng frowned in embarrassment, he really didn't want to take the things Ming Yu wanted back for him, but he really wanted to eat a big meal, and he couldn't eat it now, the angry look of frowning made him very unhappy.

Facing his embarrassing ice face, Mingyu suddenly found it very interesting, and deliberately teased him: "You don't even want to bring money when you come out?"

Startled, he said, "I never thought about it."

Sigh, that's not true, Zang Feng looks like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, not to mention being frozen in ice for more than a year, before returning to Zhuya, he came to Yangzhou to look for swords, even if he remembered to bring money, There is nowhere to take it.

Thinking about it, Zang Feng is also very pitiful. He has lived for 20 years, but he doesn't know what the world of mortals is. He doesn't like wine and is not lustful.

The more he thought about it, the more sympathetic he became, he couldn't help hooking Zang Feng's shoulder, and said sincerely: "Don't worry, brother, I have enough money, as long as I have meat to eat, I will definitely have your soup!"

Zang Feng was helpless, although his face was expressionless, but seeing that he was obviously shorter than himself, but he wanted to hook his neck on tiptoe, he really wanted to hug him.

My thoughts are flying, if I put my arms around his narrow and flexible waist, stroke that fiery red hair, and bury my face in his chest, it will be very comfortable...

Zang Feng had no expression on his face, but his eyes were fixed on him without blinking. Mingyu was puzzled, waved his hand in front of his eyes, and said, "What are you thinking?"

"..." Still not speaking.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw someone coming out of the pawnshop.

But it's not the shopkeeper's, but four or five big men.

Mingyu's face began to contort. The shopkeeper wouldn't be so boring. Instead of bringing Wen Yu, he would call him a thug, right?

He looked towards the outer door, and he saw that there were also several big men at the outer door, tightly surrounding him.

Ming Yu suddenly felt extremely ashamed, he was very confident in himself, but he didn't expect to be betrayed by others, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.

If the Eighth Prince and others were beside Mingyu at this time, they would definitely spread out the folding fan and shake it vigorously, then looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, Xia Mingyu, you also have today!"

But at this moment, Zang Feng was by his side, and Mingyu's wounded heart was comforted extremely well.

Seeing that the big ice block immediately took a step forward to block Ming Yu behind him, two words popped out of his mouth: "Don't be afraid."

Although I was comforted by not being complained about in such an embarrassing situation, being treated like a woman was no better than complaining.

Immediately his face turned livid, he pushed away the fleshy wall in front of him, pinched his waist with one hand, waved Zang Feng with the other, and shouted: "Dare to use thugs against me, Xiaofeng, come on!"

Zang Feng was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was calling himself, his mouth was tightly pursed, although he was dissatisfied with the title, he still jumped forward, the eyes of the big men were blurred, and then he came back to find that he had already flown out of the pawnshop!

In the blink of an eye, Zang Feng came back to Ming Yu, looked at him with a frown, and said: "Zang Feng."

"Ah?" Mingyu, who was about to yell at the thugs, looked up at him inexplicably.

"Zang Feng, it's not a lunatic." Dare feel good, he thought Ming Yu said he was a lunatic.

Mingyu never opened his tongue when facing the slippery ten thousand-year-old snake like the Eighth Prince, but he often didn't know what to say in front of Zang Feng. For example, in the current situation, his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, but he just didn't know how to explain it. .

Turning his eyes, he ignored Zang Feng, turned around and went to the pawnshop, caught the shopkeeper, threatened him for a long time, the shopkeeper finally handed over Wen Yu tremblingly, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

Mingyu held the Wen Yu contentedly and played with it, loving it very much: "I have long thought that the Wen Yu on your neck is very good, it feels so nice and warm in my hand."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." At some point, Zang Feng had already stuck to his back, looking down at him.

Ming Yu looked sideways at the man behind him, his icy blue eyes were not as piercing as before, they were actually soft with warmth and water.

It seems that warm water is rolling in the ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

He grinned, brought Wen Yu up to Zang Feng's neck, and teased: "Master, my whole body is warm, unlike the wind blown by some people walking is icy cold, let's leave it to those who need it!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the pawn shop and walked towards blacksmith Zhang's sword shop.

Zang Feng was a little surprised, he stood still for a long time, feeling dazed and doubtful in his heart.

Now he has too many doubts, he doesn't understand why Mingyu doesn't want this piece of warm jade, because no one wants what he wanted to give in the past.

He doesn't understand why he always wants to give Mingyu everything he likes, why he smiles and feels happy, and why he feels angry and feels distressed.

What's more, he didn't know why he couldn't help following Mingyu when he met him on Wuming Peak, unwilling to leave.

Ming Yu smiled at Za Sui, he didn't think about anything, and pointed out that Cheng Jian was going to kill someone.

Even Mingyu wanted to brush away Mingyu's sad expression when he looked at the Tsinghua Ice Monument.

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Mingyu opened the curtain of the sword shop, strode in, and greeted: "Old Zhang, I'm here."

"Who is it?" An old hoarse voice sounded.

"Me, Mingyu." Mingyu looked around, saw the curtain of the back room was lifted, and the old man appeared in front of him.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and there was still black dust in the crevices that could not be washed off. When he saw Mingyu, he smiled kindly, and the wrinkles became more immediately.

"Mingyu, are you here to get the sword?" The old man sat down on the chair.

"Yeah, the sword is okay." Xia Mingyu stepped forward and sat in front of the old man.

"To be honest, it's not very good." Shaking his head, the old man pulled out the cigarette rod from his waist and took a puff.

Mingyu became a little nervous, and quickly sat up straight and said, "What's the matter?" That was the sword Nie Feng handed to him on his deathbed. If something happened to him, how could he feel sorry for the dead Nie Feng?

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem for you, but it's a bit embarrassing for an old man who has dealt with swords all my life." Blacksmith Zhang said with a frown.

"Haha! Shock me, Old Zhang, don't be too picky, there must be some cuts on the sword. It's not good to care about it all the time." Ming Yu remembered that what Lao Zhang cared about the most in his life was It's a sword, so Bi Luo Huang Quan must have left a hole to make him feel distressed.

"Well, it's fine if it's just a hole, but this Biluohuangquan must have been tested against a stronger weapon before. Although it hasn't been seen on the surface, if there is another bloody battle, I'm afraid the day of breaking it will be near." He said. Smoking, feeling distressed.

Mingyu comforted: "Swords are meant for people to use. They will be broken one day, so don't worry about them!"

Lao Zhang looked at him dissatisfied: "You boy, before you meet a good sword, you can turn everything into a sword. How do you know that other people are pursuing a good sword!"

Mingyu patted his head in embarrassment: "I know you want to keep Biluo Huangquan, but this time I bring someone to fetch it, it depends on what he says."

Lao Zhang was puzzled: "You mean to bring someone to take Biluo Huangquan? The owner of these two swords is dead, who else is qualified to hold the sword?"

As soon as the words were finished, Zang Feng opened the curtain and walked in.

A pair of icy blue eyes looked coldly at the two sitting, without saying a word.

Mingyu has long been used to his appearance, so he introduced him casually: "It's him, the sword is hidden in the dead bamboo cliff, and Nie Feng asked me to hand over the sword to him before he died."

Old Zhang Zao opened his mouth wide in surprise to look at Zang Feng, and stammered, "Yes... yes... it's you..."

Anyone who knows Zang Feng's identity probably has this kind of virtue, so Ming Yu also cares about it, and just reminds Lao Zhang: "Where did you put Bi Luo Huang Quan? I should leave after I hand it over to him."

He was worried about Song Wanyue and Qin Shuangyun, so he had to pick up Wanyue first, and then go to visit Shuangyun. Mingyu had a premonition that something happened to her, which made the famous Miss Qin family unmarried.

When Lao Zhang regained his senses, he stood up in a panic, took out the Bi Luo Huang Quan from the inner room, and put it on the coffee table in the outer room.

Zang Feng silently picked up Biluo, drew out his sword, and held it upright in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Frowning, he put the sword back into the scabbard, picked up Huang Quan, and looked at it carefully.

Mingyu looked on, confused, and asked him: "Why, could it still be fake?"

Zang Feng couldn't understand the sarcasm in his words, he simply shook his head and said, "It's true, but both swords are destroyed."

Surprised, he looked at Lao Zhang, then at Zang Feng: "Old Zhang said at least one more bloody battle before it would be broken."

Zang Feng's eyes froze, with rare majesty and terror: "What's the difference?"

Mingyu was stunned, he didn't know swords at all, and swordsmanship was not his specialty. For Devil May Cry, who shocked the world 20 years ago, bare hands was the right way. He was good at any weapon, but he was not good at it. Instead, he had a pair of fists and a pair of legs, Fighting all over the world has never failed.

Therefore, he did not understand the meaning of the sword, which is like life to most people in Jianghu.

Zang Feng saw that he was at a loss and felt aggrieved, and sighed in his heart, but he couldn't bear to be too harsh and fierce to him anymore.

He almost comforted Mingyu by saying, "It's okay, just recast."

At this time, Old Zhang said quietly: "Sure enough, you are the Saint of Lieshui."

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