Three swords on both sides

There is a saying that people are in the rivers and lakes and cannot help themselves.This sentence is absolutely true.

Wandering in the rivers and lakes and wandering indeterminately is a relatively romantic state of existence, and the calm expression and vicissitudes of life are always regarded as an outstanding charm.However, being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, the quiet expression may be just because of loneliness, and the vicissitudes of life may be because of dissatisfaction.Even if you are talented and famous all over the world, you are just a fool who doesn't know the common language of local prices and people's conditions, and you will be exploited by treacherous bosses from all walks of life.

Who is the real master of this arena?It's not some famous martial arts leader Fangwai Gaoren, Shaolin monk and giant hero, but an inn owner with branches all over the world.However, whether the biggest winner is Tongfu or Yuelai, the business battle between the two is still in full swing, and there is no winner.

Golden autumn season.Autumn is cool and crisp, suitable for long trips.

Yuelai Inn and Tongfu Restaurant seized this great opportunity to do business, each raised their wine banners, made great efforts to publicize, and their business opened at the other's door.Boys with snow-white towels on their shoulders greeted and sent them off, and it was very lively. When they saw customers wearing silk and satin, they laughed like they saw the living God of Wealth.The shopkeeper is extraordinary, well-dressed, with a loud voice and sharp eyes. Compared with the boy's single expression, he obviously knows how to use a smile to express all levels from "you are the most honored customer of the shop" to "you can't afford it" meaning.Compared with the opulence of first-class hotels, the row upon row of small hotels lined up on the long street are much lower-key and not lacking in affinity, but the names sound a bit vague, such as "Yuefu", "Laifu", "Tongyue" and "Fulai" obviously threaten not only the fierce competition but also the extreme lack of imagination.The halls and furnishings of these shops are similar, the food has a suspiciously lukewarm taste, the wine and soup are like blended pot water, the tables are always crowded with noisy guests from all walks of life, and there are always one or two Buskers shuttled among them to solicit business.If the residents don't desperately remember the name of the sign shop at the door (it's nothing more than a combination of the four characters Yuelai Tongfu), they will surely forget where they are staying when they go out.If you ask each cabinet one by one, none of the clerks will admit to seeing you, and the whereabouts of your luggage will become a mystery.The result of the dispute is that you will have the honor to know the bouncers in the store. They are different from the pushy guys, but they are very happy to get close to your young hero.As a result, the hotel often became more lively, which aroused the excitement of the prodigal children.

Lao Zou, the resident artist of "Tonglai Inn", played the huqin and looked around cautiously.His goddaughter Yanyan was singing a ditty in the Hui tune. Old Zou didn't pay attention to it before, but when he heard it now, it turned out that what he was singing was "Brothers are like flounder" and "I'm afraid of seeing mandarin ducks catch each other". I wonder if she was absent-minded and confused. Singing, or the lyrics are so nondescript.Old Zou frowned, and was about to remind Yanyan to sing another song, when some impatient guests yelled, "Little girl who sings opera, change me to an exciting one!" One makes the men happy!"

Old Zou quickly winked, Yanyan said a blessing, and slowly took a few steps back.Fortunately, the guest didn't intend to pursue it, so he spat resentfully and turned his head away.The companion still smiled and persuaded.The shopkeeper hurriedly pointed his mouth at old Zou Nunu.Old Zou Jing was good, immediately put down the huqin, stood up slowly, said everyone's hard work, took out a shiny gavel, and walked to a table placed in the corner.Everyone saw that the gentleman put on a storytelling posture, but they were also interested, and they all watched him act.That table was originally a dining table, because a leg was broken in a fight last time, and it became uneven after it was mended carelessly.After getting closer, I realized that the business was booming today, and there were already three people sitting on the four sides of the crooked table, so I couldn't help being startled.Two of them, one old and one young, were dressed in coarse cloth of the same color, put on leggings, and held two bundles tightly between their elbows.Seeing Lao Zou coming over, the old man called the head first, and said vaguely: "Please, please. The two of us have something to do with the shopkeeper. We don't need food, we don't need food." Lao Zou knew it at a glance, The father and son must have come from the country to fight the autumn wind, so they were not very polite, and stood at the table with a slight nod.The third person had his back turned to him, and didn't talk at the moment, but just dragged a stool and moved away. It seemed that he was a young man, and he was not the same as the father and son.

Lao Zou was in a hurry to save the scene, let alone paying attention to other things. He slapped the table with a gavel, opened his eyes wide, and recited a poem for the scene with his breath in hand.He looked at him all around, and said with a smile when he was sure of the heat: "Guest officers, what the little girl sang just now is not good, I made everyone laugh. Now I am an old man who is making a fool of myself, and I will tell you one more time. Sorry. I don't know if you have ever been to our place where tigers occupy the dragon and dragons before, and I don't know if you have ever come to our Tonglai Inn. Guaranteed, you are here. You have traveled all over the 63 provinces in the south and north. I’ve never heard of such a fresh book by my old Zou. What’s the matter? Let’s not talk about the knights in the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, let’s not talk about the splendid legend flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, let alone any old tunes about talents and beauties. What happened, the characters in the book are not only real people, but also living people who are panting, it’s impossible to keep it, maybe they are still sitting among us!" This opening made the guests burst into laughter.Someone laughed and scolded: "Old man, you are half buried in the earth, what are you talking about as a living person? Let alone a living dead!"

"Dead people, of course there are dead people. What's the point of the story of the undead?" Lao Zou still smiled, "It's real, blood flows like a river, that's a tragedy! But the protagonist of the story is absolutely still alive. Let me tell you We all know that this anecdote has been famous in Kyushu for the past year, and its sound has shaken the martial arts world..." Seeing the sneers on the faces of the guests faded away, Old Zou said in a more serious tone: "It is the combination of Lei Li and Feng Junjie who killed the tiger with blood. Villa, kill Long Yizhi! It can be said that the old thief seeks his own death; .Although a few people muttered "it's not a new thing", they refused to move, just sat there and stared at Lao Zou.Only the father and son were in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

"Some guest officials said that this matter has already become famous all over the world, and you still use you as an old man to talk about it? I don't know if it's a story, so I need to tell the ins and outs, but listen to me carefully..."

Old Zou did have a penetrating tongue, and he started the story of the pair of young heroes from the beginning.At the beginning, Feng Lei and Feng Lei hit it off immediately, and forged an alliance to give up martial arts and went to live in seclusion in Taihu Lake; Feng Junjie, on the other hand, had a heart full of injustice, and couldn't stand the pleas of visitors, so he broke his precepts many times to fight for justice, and his reputation became more and more famous. The bigger it gets, the word "recluse" is gradually out of the question; Long Yizhi regards it as a thorn in his side, and conspires with Huwei Villa to get rid of Feng Junjie, and then sends a post to ask Feng Shaoxia to come to the appointment—this is really, the painting It's hard to paint a picture of a dragon and a tiger, knowing people and faces but not knowing one's heart, who would have thought that the well-known Dragon Hero is actually a ruthless and ruthless traitor!

The young man who was sitting sideways never turned around.The country father and son sat very close to him, as if they heard something he said in a low voice, but they didn't really listen.Everyone was paying attention, but the father and son gradually became impatient. Seeing the shopkeeper busy, talking endlessly, his own affairs were always hopeless, and they became more and more restless and whispering.

Old Zou talked excitedly, his eyebrows danced and his voice was vivid, and he suddenly imitated the "Mandarin Duck Sword" Lei Li's sadness and depression, and sometimes imitated the "Double Sword" Feng Junjie who was full of ambition, but seeing his old face wrinkled like walnut skin, he imitated the youthful Boy, no matter how the image is, it's a bit funny.Then I heard Old Zou say: "Then Lei Li was defeated by Long Yizhi back then, and he conceded the bet and mutilated himself. How could he let Feng Junjie go to the appointment? It's just that the two of them made an appointment last time and never mentioned it again." Regarding martial arts, seeing that this agreement has become empty talk, Feng Junjie will never be willing to withdraw from the arena, and he can no longer find any reason to stop him. He also believed that Long Yizhi defeated him with real kung fu, and he never realized that there was something wrong behind it. What kind of deeds——Guys, I can’t blame Lei Shaoxia, he is a decent son of a famous family, and he is used to being upright and willful since he was a child. How could he know Long Yizhi’s dirty tricks? Therefore, Lei Li had to He promised Feng Junjie to go to the appointment, although he was not at ease, but he insisted on his word of withdrawing from the arena, and would never leave the mountain. Feng Junjie saw Lei Li being in trouble, and his heart softened for a moment, he thought this time it would be over-"

A fat man dressed as a businessman listened intently, and said loudly: "What is this? One has long since given up martial arts, and the other wants to be a knight. It's not the same way. Let me say, those who retire can live in farming by themselves, and want to do it." What is a chivalrous person going to be a chivalrous man, accommodating and dawdling with each other? Feng Lei and the others act resolutely, but they can't justify themselves in dealing with the world, it's really ridiculous!"

As soon as the words fell, a red-faced, short-dressed man next to him retorted unconvinced: "What do you know? When you meet each other, you can cover up your best friends. For the sake of each other, you can give up your life. If it is as your Excellency said, return to yourself, Go and go, where will the legend of the Three Swords come from?"

Afraid that the guests would make noise, Lao Zou hurriedly took over the conversation: "Exactly, what happened next is really unexpected! I thought Feng Junjie had escaped another catastrophe, but Long Yizhi and others refused to let it go, in order to lure Feng Junjie out , they sent their subordinates to kidnap Lei Li's confidante, Miss Basho, and turned the matter into an unsolved case, which made Feng Junjie make up his mind to go save her."

"That's weird." A person who was eating melon seeds rushed to speak, spitting out the melon seeds all over the floor, "Isn't it Lei Li's confidante? Why didn't he save it himself?"

"Uh, didn't he swear to quit the arena?" Another person interjected.

"Even if there was an oath, it would be too..." The sunflower seed eater shook his head again and again.

"As the guest officer said, the situation is a dilemma." Old Zou took up the words skillfully, "Feng Junjie's visit has caused countless bloody storms since then! I want to ask how this Basho girl survived her death?" Take off, how does Lei Li break his oath and take action... The old man has been talking for a long time, his mouth is dry, he pulled his old face down, and begged for tea from everyone."

Everyone knows that this is asking for money.Yanyan shrank to the side for a long time without saying a word, at this time she came forward with a smile on her face to take care of her adoptive father.When they arrived in front of the country father and son, the two of them looked at each other and lowered their heads together.Yanyan curled her lips, turned her head, and saw the person sitting with her back.It's useless to say that it's useless for you to turn around, ears don't know the difference between pros and cons, you can't get a bargain after listening to it for a long time, so you turned to that person with a smug face, and said: "Please honor me, sir." He lowered his head, unable to see clearly.Yanyan had just been ridiculed by the listener and dared not reply, but now she hit two snags again, feeling angry in her heart, and said loudly on purpose: "...Could it be that the people sitting at this table can't be ashamed?" The idlers all laughed.Someone said: "This little girl speaks better than she sings!" Yanyan became more complacent and stood there without moving.

The father and son over there came here begging for help, and they have been brazen enough to wait until now, so they really can't bear to be told that.It's okay to be a father, but the half-child was about to cry, stood up and wanted to leave, but his father pulled him desperately, and the father and son were torn apart.The crowd just watched the fun, and no one tried to persuade them. Old Zou wanted to talk, but found that the shopkeeper just pretended he didn't see it, so he kept silent.I heard the son cry: "Father, people pointed at us and scolded us for being shameless, let's go home!" The father scolded: "Go back, and you will pay for it when you go back? How can you explain to someone who spent travel expenses to go back empty-handed?" ? Your uncle has become the shopkeeper, can you not take care of your own flesh and blood? His uncle..." Then he looked at the shopkeeper pleadingly, "If your nephew doesn't live up to it, even a dog can take care of the house, so you can take him in for you Be a spectator?" The shopkeeper snorted through his nostrils, and after a while he said slowly: "I don't thresh, so what kind of field are you watching?" "I won't say." The father's voice was also crying , "It's the one who protects... protects your family's business... It's good to learn how to fight, but I don't dare to think about some kind of chivalry... Just begging for food, uncle, you give me face..."

Most of the spectators stopped laughing, and some lowered their heads.Seeing the customer disappointed, the shopkeeper didn't like to have a fit, so he kept a cold face and said nothing.Yanyan was startled when she heard this, and was about to back away quietly, when she heard a clang, and an ingot of broken silver on the table was spinning around.The young man who had been hanging his head finally raised his head.

"That's called a bodyguard."

The young man spoke word by word.He was handsome and plainly dressed. A brown coat had obviously been washed many times, and he was carrying a small bag on his back, which seemed to be only enough to hold a few changes of clothes.No weapons, no luggage, neither like practicing martial arts, nor doing business, nor like studying for exams.Even though the visitors from all over the world were well-informed, they couldn't tell what his identity was.Without realizing it, he took out another string of money from his bag and put it on the table.At the same time, he brought out a note, which he quickly grabbed and held in the palm of his hand.The father and son stared at the money, but didn't pay attention.

"You want to be a bodyguard and learn how to handle?" He asked the middle-aged man, his expression was calm and peaceful, like a beam of righteous light.

The child froze.The father was afraid that he might say something wrong, so he quietly pushed him beside him.He flung his arm away and muttered, "I...I want to learn."

"You learn martial arts, why?" The young man asked again.Although he was handsome, the first impression he gave was that he was undeniably young—a little too young. Although he was dusty and solemn, he still had a little naive eagerness and stubbornness.When he asked like this, seeing the other party's tongue gaping, he smiled as if remembering something, slowed down and asked again.

"Father said that he can make a living..."

"What do you think of yourself?"

"I, I don't want...I don't want to be bullied." The country boy managed to force out a word.

"You won't be bullied after you learn martial arts?" The young man asked him immediately, as if he was eager to convince someone, "You know martial arts, and there are people with higher martial arts than you. There are even more people, you don't count him, He wants to plot against you. At that time, you might think that you shouldn't learn martial arts, and you'll be fine if you don't learn it, right?" The child was dazed and didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.The young man continued with sparkling eyes: "No, no. There is nothing wrong with martial arts itself. Is it worthy of me to just waste it? As long as you walk right, you can use martial arts well. How can a man with a body of seven feet Unknown and not well-known! Don’t you think so?” The father and son didn’t know which words touched this man’s heart, and they were too scared to say any more.

The young man nodded and stood up, looking even taller and taller, with an extraordinary appearance.He stuffed the ingot of broken silver into the hand of the country father, and pushed the string of money in front of Yanyan.The father held the money tightly, nodded and bowed his thanks, but the young man just waved his hands, looked at the child again, and said: "In short, learning martial arts is a good thing. But remember, you must have the energy to endure hardships. Be greedy, choose a useful study, remember to be expensive and not expensive, and fight for wisdom and not for strength... In other words, although it is hard to sift through thousands of filters, you will see gold after blowing through the wild sand. Hard work pays off. .”

The guests who had just been moved by the misery of the father and son in the countryside, and were overwhelmed by the boldness of the young man to pay the bill for others, finally couldn't bear it any longer.Someone shouted in a strange voice: "Little brother, you are so clever, I read this book, you can say it."

"I can't talk about books. I can't talk about this book." The young man replied blankly, but his thoughtful expression became more serious, as if the sky was covered with a light mist.He picked up the small bundle and walked towards the door, "I don't want to hear any more... By the way, old man, those few copper coins are my account for those two."

He stopped, opened the note in his hand, glanced at it, closed it immediately, stepped out of the threshold, looked at the sun that had just brushed towards the west, and groaned: "It's far away from the drunkenness at sunset, and it's raining all over the sky and going down to the west building. Afterwards, he jumped down a few low steps and walked far away facing the warm autumn breeze.

Yanyan's eyes widened, and after a while, she burst out laughing suddenly: "Crazy!" The boss behind the counter hurriedly looked through the ledger, pointed suspiciously at his back and asked the waiter, "Did this kid just order wine?" The guests all burst into laughter, some said how much money they had, so why bother; He has become obsessed, so why not pay the money and take it for granted? He made up this story?It has been widely circulated in Jianghu for a long time, and Wen Jusheng, the heir of Bai Xiaosheng who compiled the weapon spectrum, wrote the biography himself, as anyone who has read Jianghu tabloids knows.Unless he was Lei Li and Feng Junjie himself, even Wen Jusheng would need money to listen to books.Old Zou also echoed with a smile.Everyone urged him to continue talking, and when he had collected enough money, he tried harder to not mention it.

No one mentioned that young man at Tonglai Inn.

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