Outdated swordsman begging online

In a border town in southern Xinjiang, although there are not many people, it has all the internal organs. The restaurants and teahouses are also open to welcome guests since the sun is rising.

There is a teahouse on the street, diners come and go in an endless stream, and there are wine vendors at the door, and there are repeated applause from inside.

A beggar wearing a dirty hood full of patches, was dazed by the smell of wine, touched the money he had begged for, and it was just enough to buy two taels of wine, so he stood at the door of the store and looked around .

On the porch hangs a huge plaque, which reads - Surprised.

The beggar slowly lifted up a corner of the cloak, revealing a white and handsome face in stark contrast to the shabby clothes, with ink-painted brows, amorous eyes, and bright black eyes under slender eyelashes staring at the four characters.

He kissed the teahouse with thin lips, silently reading the name of the teahouse.

The applause continued, but it was a pity that he was short of money, and he secretly felt a little regretful.

The beggar standing at the entrance of the teahouse attracted the attention of the people around him, not because he was poor, this face was really not suitable for him, passers-by thought to himself, he was born with a good skin, even if he went to Goulan Washe to be a young lady , It wouldn't be the point of begging for food at the corner of the street.

The beggar couldn't bear the burning gaze, and lowered his cloak a bit.

His surname is Qin, and his single name is Zheng.

It's true that he is a beggar, and his good looks are obvious to all.

But selling flesh and blood in order to survive?Forget it, anyway, it was famous all over the world...cough...

Forget it, the hero does not mention the bravery of the past.

Qin Zheng glanced eagerly at the teahouse, smacked his lips and said, "It seems that there is a storyteller, I wonder who's interesting story we are talking about today?"

The wine seller saw this man wearing a rough linen cloak, covered in dust, standing at the door dusty for a long time, and pursed his lower lip when he smelled the wine. He was a poor alcoholic, so he wanted to say something to dismiss him, and said, "This guest officer wants to buy wine and look here, and if he wants to drink tea and listen to books, he can go in. One tael of silver is not counted as tea money."

Qin Zheng was silent, just as the sound of Xingmu came from inside.

The peddler was a little displeased to see him not advancing or retreating, and urged, "If you don't have money, don't stand here and block your eyes! My teahouse is famous far and wide, not everyone can squeeze in and listen. Those who want money, money!"

He picked up a small hanging wire and dangled it in front of the beggar. He was so poor, he probably had never seen so much money in his life.

Qin Zheng smiled embarrassedly, touched the inner pocket of his clothes, took out the last few copper coins and put them on the table, pointed to a jar of Shuzhou Wenjun wine and said, "I want two liang, put it in my jug It's fine."

The peddler saw that he was polite, so he didn't continue to be embarrassed. He took the money and took Qin Zheng's jug and poured wine into it. He was afraid that there would be a couple of more, and his movements were extremely slow. The beggar folded his hands and waited silently.

"I'm going to tell you today, but recently the Central Plains Wulin has heard about it and condemned the big villain! Qin Zheng!"

In the teahouse, there was a loud and loud message from a storyteller. Standing outside the door, Qin Zheng, the villain, suddenly heard someone calling his name. He was startled, and rushed to the peddler to fill up the wine with his hands. Before the peddler could react, he dragged Picking up the jug, they rushed into the teahouse like smoke.

"Hey! Don't go in and listen if you don't have money! Wait..."

The peddler wasn't active enough, and Qin Zheng was already crowded in front of the storyteller's stage in the blink of an eye. Because he was tall, he had to bend over and tighten his cloak.

It's rare for the deity to be present to listen to the book. What kind of anecdotes can be described by these anecdotes passed down by word of mouth.

Then he heard that the scholar Xingmu patted the hall, and the hall became quiet. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "It is said that in the eighth year of Tianding, Guanghan Villa held a regular sword test meeting. That year, there were a lot of talents, and how many martial arts were added. Nouveau riche. One of them is Qin Zheng, who is the first disciple of the owner of Guanghan Village. Originally, such a young talent should be the best candidate for the next head, but who would have thought that he would do such an outrageous thing! "

There was a commotion in the audience, and Qin Zheng sighed.It's been a long time since I've heard anyone praise me so much. The words "youthful and talented" were once affordable, but the innocence that followed really made people feel a tingle in the spine.

The storyteller Xingmu slapped loudly with a loud "Dang" to signal everyone to be quiet, and then continued to preach, "It is now 13 years since Tianding [-], and Qin Zheng, the big disciple of Guanghan Villa, has evil thoughts about his junior sister, not only rape Killing the tortured corpse, mutilating the teacher's wife who raised him for many years, and colluding with the Demon Sect to steal the three treasures hidden in the villa!"

The audience was in an uproar, dumbfounded.

The storyteller said indignantly, "It's amazing, such a crazy white-eyed wolf is really rare in a century, and it's just a coincidence that you meet him!"

The frenzied Baiyanlang cursed in a low voice at this time, "This person really deserves to die!"

The diners listening to the book were discussing one after another.

"What treasure?! Is it worth money?"

"How did you rape and murder? Details, we need to hear the details!"

"His junior sister must be a great beauty, right? Is it comparable to the oiran of Yanyu Building? Hahahaha."

"Is the villain Qin Zheng dead?"

It aroused everyone's curiosity, and the storyteller was very satisfied, "Be safe and don't be impatient, I will answer one by one, but how about some money first, guest officials?"

After the pot was full, I heard him talking again.

"Wei Bingqing, the owner of Guanghan Mountain Villa, is certainly familiar to everyone," the storyteller continued, giving a thumbs up. Upbringing, but raised an ungrateful person, even his own only daughter was defiled and killed by that bastard, and the owner's wife brought up Qin Zheng by herself, what happened?! It's really embarrassing..."

These few sentences are repeated over and over again, only the cause is not mentioned, and the listeners want to know the details, but he just doesn't mention it. He keeps talking about the dead person, how he died, and why he was killed. He didn't mention it at all, so he listened to the book There was a strange sound among the people.

"Since he is the candidate for the next head, Qin Zheng must be loved by the owner. Since the owner has devoted himself to raising him, there must be a reason why he has a different heart. You keep saying these clichés that are well-known in the world, but you are right If the reason is ignored, it is hard to convince people of Qin Zheng's so-called heinous words!"

Qin Zheng heard the sound and looked over, and saw that the person who defended him turned out to be a very handsome young man. He was wearing a dark black suit and was tall.Sword-browed and star-eyed, he looked radiant, but the corner of his lips curled up to make that smile a bit colder.The smoky hair is scattered on the shoulders, and there are a few delicate ginkgo gold ornaments in the hair.There was a knife pinned to his waist, which made the originally cold demeanor suddenly have a sense of killing.

The young master was sitting in the corner, sipping tea leisurely, and a few burly men stood respectfully behind him, everyone with swords on their faces, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

Now that the reputation has been so bad, it is really rare for someone to speak for himself.Qin Zheng couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth but he was not kind. He blew on the tea leaves and took a sip. He raised his eyes and stared at the storyteller without saying a word. He rubbed his hand on the handle of the knife twice, making people feel chills.

The storyteller felt that he was being provoked, and his voice became a little higher when he calmed down, "I think this young man is a man who never leaves his body with a sword, and he is also a person who wanders the rivers and lakes. Don't you hear too much about the reason?"

The man pursed his lips, and said a little arrogantly, "Listen, listen, how many people know if it's true or not?"

The storyteller said: "The Central Plains Wulin lost three treasures, Wudang Shaolin searched hard and found them, and Guanghan Villa lost two lives one after another. If it was fake, how could Wei Bingqing send Qin Zheng in front of everyone and kill him?" His meridians were crippled and his martial arts were thrown out of the villa. If it wasn't for the kindness and benevolence of Wei Zhuangzhu, he thought that he was a disciple who was brought up by himself. Why would he spare his life. Now his whereabouts are unknown, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive. I said that even if this kind of person is cut to death in public, it is not enough to vent his anger!"

It hurts even thinking about it, Qin Zheng couldn't help shivering, and secretly felt sad, "The martial arts are ruined, that person is already a useless person, does it matter whether he lives or dies? The left and right are also dead... ..."

The storyteller has excellent hearing, and when he heard another person speaking for Qin Zheng, he turned to face the deity, and said very bluntly, "The person who harms the martial arts and destroys the hearts of the people, everyone will punish him! Thanks to him, his skills will be completely abolished, otherwise he will be killed." With his cultivation today, how many people are his opponents. A life is a life, but he is not worthy of being a human!"

This is too serious, Qin Zheng didn't want to argue, and was about to turn around and go out, when the handsome young man spoke again, "The three treasures, the Wudang sword manual, and the Shaolin mental method, count as two. What is the other one?"

Rumors in the world are always ambiguous, how could he know so much as a storyteller, so he hesitated and didn't answer.

Seeing him like this, the young man in black gave a low laugh, straightened his clothes, stood up and walked in front of the people, "I heard that Qin Zheng and his junior sister grew up together, and their friendship is comparable to that of brothers and sisters. , then why did he kill the two of them?"

The storyteller spoke eloquently, "I asked to marry a beautiful woman but I couldn't, so naturally... I had evil thoughts in my heart, and I thought his teacher and wife knew about the incident, so I silenced it!"

The young master paced forward with folded arms, looked at the storyteller with his head tilted, and said disdainfully, "Your assumptions are full of mistakes, and you can't stand scrutiny on any of them, and you dare to accept money."

When the storyteller heard this, his expression was displeased, and he began to defend himself, "I can't stand to scrutinize!! Qin Zheng has been coveting Wei Xueqing's beauty for a long time, and he is simply a lecherous and silent person to do such nasty things! What about his childhood sweethearts, brothers and sisters, I bother!"

This "bah" made Qin Zheng subconsciously want to wipe the saliva off his face. He really didn't understand why people in the world would hate him so much just by hearing the rumors. If it was him, he would forget who the other party was You have to get along with each other to know your character, and you will never classify someone into the great good and the great evil so easily.

"Then Qin Zheng doesn't seem to be a lustful person, does he? Where did he hear about his childhood sweetheart? As far as I know... He and his junior sister just grew up together, like brothers and sisters. How could he covet her beauty?" ..."

I wanted to quietly defend myself, but what I said was weak and pitiful and no one believed it.

Hearing Qin Zheng say something again in a low voice, the boy in black turned his head and stared at him, his eyes inexplicably changed from playfulness to inquiry, and the corner of his mouth smiled again. Mr. Yi looked at him with some different emotions, and hurriedly moved his head away.

The storyteller was trembling with anger, and secretly regretted that he must have gone out without reading the almanac. He ran into two arguing people in a row, and couldn't continue. He pointed at Qin Zheng and said angrily, "You! It's you! You are a beggar, who told you If you come in, you won’t even be able to pay you any books. You keep talking to that villain, do you know him and have you seen him? Do you know what kind of person he is? You are so eager to defend him!”

Qin Zheng smiled warmly, "I don't know or see it, but I'm just like you. I've heard it all by hearsay, and I haven't studied the truth... If there is something wrong, just listen to it as a joke and let it go." .”

The storyteller choked, seeing his despondent appearance with a cloak covering his face and holding a jug, he was too lazy to argue with the poor drunkard, turned his head and ignored him.

Everyone continued to listen to the book, and then it was nothing more than an exaggerated description of how he raped and murdered his junior sister, mutilated his teacher's wife, betrayed his master and was kicked out.

When the deity couldn't listen anymore and was about to slip away silently, the young man in black who was already standing next to him stopped him.

"Since you are a like-minded person, I would like to invite you to come over for a cup of tea. I wonder if I can appreciate it?"

Qin Zheng paused, and turned to meet the gaze of the young man in black. He was aggressive and cold just now, but now he is much warmer and warmer. He looked at him with a smile on his face, and let go of his clasped hands, solemnly hanging on both sides.

I don't know if it's his own eyesight, Qin Zheng somehow felt that the person opposite seemed a little cramped and nervous, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the saber at his waist. Get a good knife.

Such a quack with a group of martial arts students listening to books in the blue sky and a group of martial arts students can get nervous with him, a shabby drunkard, he must be thinking too much.

What made Qin Zheng even more puzzled was that with his dirty and tattered cloak, how could he deserve to be called a young master? How did he agree with each other in just a few words?

Couldn't it be that someone discovered his identity after saying a few words for himself?Now that he doesn't have martial arts, if he is really caught, his life will be here.

Qin Zheng thought about it left and right, but it was too late to run, so he smiled unhurriedly, "I am an unknown junior, just passing by to listen to books, and I dare not be like-minded with the young master. Seeing that the young master is generous, I don't have much money, I'm afraid I won't For Mr. Shang's favor, drinking tea is just...forget it."

The young man in black guessed that Qin Zheng would refuse, so he stepped forward and approached Qin Zheng. He was half a head taller than him, but he didn't feel oppressed. He hooked his head and said in a warm voice, "I invite you to drink, I don't need you Give me back the favor, I saw that the young master likes to drink, and the wine jug is full for a while before leaving, the private room on the second floor, please give me a favor!"

Qin Zheng was really fond of this drink. Hearing that the jug can still be filled, it shouldn't matter to sit down and chat for a few teas, so he nodded and followed to the private room.

The burly man who followed behind Mr. Heizi didn't say a word, but he was very considerate in serving him. He moved a stool, poured tea and opened the window, and served them in an orderly manner before they both retreated.

Without the presence of other people, the two of them sat down a bit awkwardly. They didn't even know each other's names, and it was really hard to talk about like-mindedness. For a while, they didn't even know how to start a conversation.

Qin Zheng used to be a person with a cheerful personality who was both right and left, and it was easy to socialize, but now he is so down and frustrated, he no longer has the confidence to talk when he was in high spirits, so he had to chat awkwardly, "That... the young master and Qin Zheng? Old acquaintance?"

The man in black smiled, "What? I just think the storyteller's nonsense is disgusting, and I just feel puzzled when I say a few words."

Now who dares to admit that they know each other, isn't that just looking for bad luck.

"That's right. Southern Xinjiang is so far away from the Central Plains, so Qin Zheng doesn't have many friends. How could he meet one here?"

The man in black took a sip of tea, "Qin Zheng makes friends with capable people all over the world. Even if he didn't want to make friends, everyone rushed to him at the beginning, and it was an honor to have a drink with him. I can't guarantee that there are really people who know him here. people."

Thinking back to those years, Qin Zheng also felt that he was a little too complacent, and he didn't know what it means to keep a low profile to survive. Relying on being the big disciple of Guanghan Villa, he became famous after winning the first place in the sword test competition, so he unscrupulously called friends and even He once said that he wanted drinking buddies all over the world, and that he would be a hero in the Kendo Club. Now that he thinks about it, he is very embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer the words for a while, so he said nonsense, "Young and frivolous, shameless and skinless, don't mention it."

The man in black opened his eyes wide, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Master, this is helping Qin Zheng to be humble. You know him too?"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he took a big sip of tea and became suspicious, what do you mean he knew him?

Seeing that he didn't answer, the man in black found another topic to continue the conversation, "Isn't your son hot?"

Qin Zheng said, "Huh? It's a little hot..."

The man in black propped up his chin with a serious face, "Then you're still wearing a cloak?"

Having said that, Qin Zheng had no choice but to take off his cloak. His handsome appearance is also well-known in the Central Plains martial arts. Once upon a time, the young ladies and sisters of the famous sect would dream of getting acquainted with the disciples of Guanghan Villa, but now they live in southern Xinjiang. The appearance of the people in the Central Plains is really different from the people here. Such a face can't help attracting the attention of others. To avoid trouble, they go in and out with a cloak every day. Now that the cloak is taken off, the eyes of the man in black are even hotter. He stared at him unscrupulously, making him a little embarrassed.

The young man in black suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "You are not from here."

Qin Zheng was startled, pretending to be calm, and said nonsense on the spot, "I'm from the Central Plains, and my family has fallen into poverty. I've come here to beg for food. You're not from Southern Xinjiang, are you?"

The man in black said, "From the Central Plains! My surname is Wen, my name is Tingyun, I am a teacher of Qidaomen, and I passed by here when I sent darts to Shu. I don't know the name of the son, can you tell me?"

The other party suddenly reported his family name. Qin Zheng didn't think about making up a name for a moment, and suddenly he was dumbfounded, and said with a dry smile, "Mr. ..."

Wen Tingyun said, "If it's inconvenient to reveal the name, you can just give me a surname, otherwise I don't know how to match it."

Regardless of whether the other party gave him his real name or a fake name, he was very sincere, and he who hesitated like this made people feel suspicious, so he replied, "My lord, Chen Dajun."

"..." Wen Tingyun suppressed his smile and comforted him, "What a good name."

Qin Zheng smiled, "Yes. Brother Wen can laugh as much as he wants..."

Wen Tingyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Brother Chen is such a wonderful person!"

Qin Zheng coughed awkwardly and laughed too.

"However," Wen Tingyun bit his lower lip, showing a small canine tooth, and said, "The name Qin Zheng still sounds nice."

Beggar's whole body froze, and the hand holding the teacup trembled.

Damn, this is too bad...

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