The world of Taoism

Chapter 123 The Midnight Story
Night, light rain, ranger...

The light rain turned into heavy rain, and the torrential rain wet the clothes of the two of them.

The strong wind and heavy rain did not shake the two of them.

The two looked at each other, both expressionless, without a trace of murderous intent.

The two were silent, only the horse neighing from time to time.

It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the man said again.

"Twelve."

After speaking, the man raised his head, and under the bamboo hat was a face as resolute as iron.

Judging from his appearance, this person is about 30 years old, with a scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin, almost splitting his entire face.

"Master!"

A thought flashed in Zhou Xuan's mind.

The rainwater flowed into the eyes, and the man didn't even blink, his eyes were fixed on himself.

If a foreign object enters the eye, one must blink subconsciously.

A person can precisely control the subconscious movements of the body, which shows how powerful this person is.

Killing without blinking an eye is actually a realm.

A master's duel is often over in the blink of an eye, and there is no room for a flaw.

As soon as the man said this, the tense atmosphere disappeared immediately.

Hearing this person's words, Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Ten taels? Let me see what kind of knife it is, it's worth ten taels."

Snapped!
The man untied the knife from his neck and threw it over without hesitation.

Zhou Xuan took the saber, this saber was about four feet five inches long, it was not an ordinary long and narrow machete, the blade was a bit thick, and it was wrapped with gray cloth.

hum...

Zhou Xuan drew out his sword, and what caught his eyes was a snow-white blade.

The outside of the knife looks sloppy, but the inside is very clean. It seems that the owner wipes it often.

The knife is a rare hundred-forged knife, and Zhou Xuan faintly felt that this knife was stained with a lot of blood.

"How?" asked the man in the bamboo hat.

"It's a good knife, but it's not worth ten taels." Zhou Xuan shook his head and returned the knife to the man in the bamboo hat.

The man in the bamboo hat did not counter-offer, and walked back to his original position with a knife.

For those who don't know the goods, no matter how many taels they sell, they don't sell them.

"Look at this one again." Zhou Xuan untied Chun Yu and handed it to the man in the bamboo hat.

The man in the bamboo hat took the knife and felt the heavy handle of the blade, and immediately felt that this knife was extraordinary.

brush!
Chun Yu pulled it out, and the blade made a slight noise, like the roar of a wild beast.

"Good knife." The man in the bamboo hat said in surprise.

This knife is a bit extraordinary in terms of craftsmanship, and there is a faint sense of repulsion in the hand.

If you use it yourself, you may not be able to exert [-]% of its power.

Could it be that this is the magic sword of choosing the master in the legend?

Thinking of this, the man in the bamboo hat uttered again: "Compared with your knife, my knife is really not worth ten taels."

After all, the man in the bamboo hat thought for a while.

"Is five taels okay?"

"Your knife is also a good knife, why did you sell it?" Zhou Xuan asked.

The man in the bamboo hat was silent for a long time, before struggling to utter a few words: "Hungry, no money to eat..."

Zhou Xuan couldn't help laughing, it's really hard for a penny to beat a hero.

"Forget it, the hero is also a person who loves knives, and I don't want to take away love. How about this, I will lend you ten taels, and I will pay you back when I have money."

Zhou Xuan smiled heartily, and immediately took out ten taels of silver.

The man in the bamboo hat hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out to take it.

"Thank you, I'll return it another day."

"No, next week Xuan, may I ask your Excellency Gao's name?"

As the saying goes, the man with the bamboo hat has a much softer tone.

"I wish you the Han Festival." The man in the bamboo hat cupped his hands, with a cold expression on his face.

"There seems to be an inn ahead, why don't you drink with me?" Zhou Xuan looked at the inn not far away and said with a smile.

Meeting is fate, both of them tacitly don't ask each other's identity.

Zhou Xuan rode a horse, leading Zhu Hanjie by a head.

Zhu Hanjie's speed is not slow, relying on his legs, the speed is no less than that of Zhou Xuan, hanging far behind Zhou Xuan, not half a point behind.

There is a small shop by the road ahead, and there are two red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the inn.

From a distance, it looks like a giant beast with red eyes.

The open door of the store is like a giant beast with its bloody mouth wide open.

Rumble!
The Thunder Snake danced wildly, and the pale light shone on the ground, at the same time illuminating the name of the inn.

"House Inn"

Sure enough, concise.

It was late at night, and the waiter and the manager of the shop could be seen dozing off.

Tread...  

The sound of horseshoes seemed to have woken Xiaoer up.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the top or stay at the restaurant? There are small wine and snacks in the restaurant." The shop waiter trotted all the way and came out in the rain.

The waiter in this famous store looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he doesn't look like a Han Chinese.

The eye sockets are deep-set, the bridge of the nose is not high, the tip of the nose is big, and the forehead is very round, like a big bulge.

The hairstyle is even weirder.

All the surrounding hair was shaved, and a sky braid was tied in the middle. It was dotted with various stones, and it jingled when walking.

"Stay in the shop, cook a few dishes for us, you must have meat, and two pots of wine." Zhou Xuan said, and handed the horse rope to the waiter in the shop.

There are not only Han people in the south, but also many ethnic minorities living in compact communities.

They themselves are natives of the south, but the Han Chinese are outsiders.

Zhou Xuan and Zhu Hanjie walked into the store, Zhu Hanjie was drenched all over, but he didn't care, and sat down on the stool.

With the help of the light, Zhou Xuan could now clearly see the appearance of Zhuhan Festival. His skin was bronze-colored, and his whole body was like cast iron.

Although he was dressed in rags, no one dared to treat him as an ordinary beggar just from the murderous look in his eyes.

There are two other people in the store.

One of them occupied a table by himself, he looked like a old man with vicissitudes.

The other group looked like businessmen, and four guards surrounded a middle-aged man with a dignified temperament.

These three guards were all wearing leather armor and holding steel knives.

The knife is on the right side when eating, and it can be pulled out to kill the enemy at any time. It seems that the experience is very experienced.

At this time, the shopkeeper suddenly woke up.

The shopkeeper was an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a gray-black coat, sitting there as if he was going to die at any moment.

"Haha, usually there are not even dead people. I didn't expect so many distinguished guests to come."

The old shopkeeper smiled boldly, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The shopkeeper is joking. Based on my many years of experience in business, your location is very good. How could no one come, or I can pay for it."

"Don't." The old shopkeeper shook his head, "If you sell it down, I'm afraid you will die, because no one comes to this place."

"Why?" Hearing what the old shopkeeper said, the middle-aged man suddenly became interested.

"I'm afraid it has to be told from a long time ago. This story is very weird. If the old man tells it, the guest officials will definitely scold me to death in the middle of the night." The old shopkeeper said deliberately.

"Let's talk, I'm bored in the middle of the night, just tell a little story to refresh myself."

His eyes looked at Zhou Xuan and the guests at the other table.

Zhou Xuan nodded, expressing that it doesn't matter.

If the guests at the other table did not speak, that is the default.

The old shopkeeper cleared his throat and said, "It all starts with a man named Wang Mazi..."

(End of this chapter)