beg for chivalry

Wang Xiaoyuan walked along Xijing Street towards the guest house.There was a new spring rain last night, and the bluestone slab was slippery, with a little bit of peach petals falling, pink and white, like jade shattered all over the ground.The sky was already dark, and the bright red sunset glow mixed with the blue sky, like clusters of fires burning in the calm sea.

On both sides of the wide alley are low thatched-roofed huts, and after a few steps, you can see teahouses and restaurants with glazed tile roofs.Porters and merchants wearing Luobo hats are happy to rest their feet in front of the tea shop. There is a pot of herbal tea by the threshold, and the lotus music of storytelling is trembling from the tea shop.

He wanted to go straight, but his ears caught a few words from the storyteller:

"It's said that two people are fighting at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and there is hatred and affection at the edge of the cliff. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely hate the despicable villain who destroyed the master's school, but this Yubai swordsman is different—"

"Peace of mind and tranquility, ruthless holding of the saber. When he reached the third saber, he had no desires, and his mind was at peace. He chopped the black-clothed Raksha to the ground in just a split second!"

Speaking of this, there was a burst of applause in the teahouse. "good!"

Wang Xiaoyuan stopped.

He used to love to go to the storyteller's place to join in the fun, and now he is no exception.He touched his pocket, but suddenly remembered that he had given all the money to Ah Yao.So he sat down on the sill and continued to eavesdrop on the sound of storytelling in the teahouse.

The porter at the side greeted him eagerly: "Little brother, are you here to listen to the book?"

"Correct."

"Let me tell you, sir will re-tell it every seven days, and we have heard this passage by heart!" Seeing that the storyteller had stopped, the porter patted Wang Xiaoyuan's shoulder again and boasted, "Sir, we won't talk about it anymore. Tell you."

Wang Xiaoyuan also said cheerfully. "I'm not only familiar with this passage, but also recite it backwards. Didn't those two fight? The outcome is uncertain. The life and death of the jade white swordsman is uncertain, and the whereabouts of the black-clothed Rakshasa are unknown."

The porter began to chatter. "You really understand, little brother. Hey, let me tell you, this black-clothed Rakshasa is really not a human being! He can also deal with Yuxie of the Tianshan Gate. The girl is pure and clean, but he humiliated him to death , What a beast!"

Someone interjected, "There is also Taoist Priest Tian Chuan of Wuwei Guan. Guess what? The black-clothed Raksha took a fancy to a sword in the sect. In order to get the sword, he set fire to the Jiange at night and burned the Taoist priest alive." And all the disciples!"

Speaking of this, the listeners sitting on the sill all around were also filled with righteous indignation, and shouted, "We should really let the people of the Wumeng beat him forever!" "This kind of dregs should be spit into the ground!" , chop up the ears and feed them to the dog pigs!"

After a busy day, the cooks were dripping with sweat, the hot mist hadn't dissipated, and their blood hadn't cooled down, so they hugged their chests and said angrily, "When I see that grandson, I will teach him to punch me. "It's better to take it to the city and behead it, or goug it out with a thousand knives and hang it in the air for a few days, so that he can taste the pain!"

For some reason, listening to their slander against the black-clothed Rakshasa, Wang Xiaoyuan propped his chin, and suddenly thought helplessly: "The reputation is really bad."

He suddenly felt something was wrong again, shouldn't the Rakshasa in black be scolded by thousands of people, why did he feel sympathy for that murderous demon?

So Wang Xiaoyuan said: "Brothers, don't be excited, the black-clothed Rakshasa is heinous, yes, but martial arts are very powerful..."

The boys stared angrily. "Little brother, what do you mean? Does it mean that we have to bow down and go home in disgrace when we deal with that villain? Let the villain do whatever he wants, there is no right way in this world!"

"Besides, this black-clothed Rakshasa is just an unknown junior. Look, where is his name on the Jianghu rankings? I'm afraid he's just a little thief who killed a few people. He bragged about it. He spread rumors and finally boasted like this. What? The decisive battle with the Yubai swordsman is clearly a rumor in the world, and it is quite unbelievable..."

Everyone chattered and chatted, and finally someone clapped their hands and said: "That's right, this person can't even make it to the world rankings, how dare he call himself the number one villain in the world?"

Wang Xiaoyuan rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "He... defeated the 'National Player' who was second on the Jianghu list, Guo Wennian."

As soon as these words came out, dozens of eyes suddenly shot at him.Wang Xiaoyuan blinked. "Brothers, I said something impolite, and your eyeballs looked at me with panic."

The porters looked at each other, and someone tentatively asked, "You... how did you find out about this?"

Wang Xiaoyuan is still in the fog.

"Mr. Storyteller has never said this paragraph..." Everyone suddenly whispered, "Have you ever defeated the old man? That 'national player' who is famous all over the world!"

National players pass Wennian, people call it "turning one's hands into clouds and covering hands into rain, killing dozens of people with one move".He is best at playing chess in seclusion, he is a chess idiot.It is rumored that he lives in seclusion in the mountains of Xinwu and devotes himself to his chess skills. If someone comes to him, he will definitely play three games of chess with him: one game of betting on wine, one game of betting on money, and one game of betting on life.

Seeing all the discussions, Wang Xiaoyuan rubbed his chin and thought: "By the way, I was the only one present that day except for the members of the Wumeng. It's no wonder they didn't know."

He thought about it again, what a mess, even weird thoughts that didn't belong to him came out.

The guys poked the bridge of his nose at this moment and said. "Then tell me, black-clothed Rakshasa or jade-white swordsman, who is stronger?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaoyuan deliberately spoke up for that wicked villain, they were very dissatisfied.

Wang Xiaoyuan said: "Whether they are good or not has nothing to do with us? They are good, but we are still a bunch of common people, what's the point of saying these words?"

"Hey, it's called talking material. Famous people will always be talked about. Let's just talk about it. Why not lose a few pounds if you talk nonsense?" The porters laughed and pushed Urging him, "You little jack-of-all-trades, tell me, which of the two do you think is better?"

Yubai Swordsman is recognized as number one in the world by the Wumeng and the imperial court, and it is said that Rakshasa in black has the strength to surpass the number two in the world, and can easily wash the Tianshan Gate with blood.But in terms of martial arts strength, the two are indeed indistinguishable.

Wang Xiaoyuan didn't even think about it, and said triumphantly: "Of course it's Yubai Swordsman."

The porters booed: "Didn't you still speak for that black-and-white villain just now? You turned your back in a blink of an eye!"

Someone picked up a sharp stone to write on the ground, took out a copper plate and put it on the linen cloth, and began to call for others to come and detain the two who were more powerful.

Wang Xiaoyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Who spoke for him? I said just now that he has great martial arts skills, but I didn't say that he can defeat Yu Qiuxia..."

"It's... not necessarily!"

Suddenly there was a muffled laugh.

I saw a person sitting in the cook.The man had a weird face, his head was like a giant pomegranate, with bumps and holes, but his facial features were squeezed together, and his eyes were as small as mung beans.The man was wearing a solid yellow robe with half of it torn off, revealing an arm covered with mottled scars. Although he looked like a monk, he didn't look like a monk anywhere.

Wang Xiaoyuan asked. "Master, why did you say 'not necessarily'?"

The big-headed monk clasped his palms together: "Five years ago, Xia Yu fought against the black-clothed Rakshasa. As the saying goes, 'Scholars are separated for three days, you should treat each other with admiration'. He was born with extraordinary talents. Five years have passed, and I don’t know How many times do you have to teach someone to wipe their eyes?"

A gold chain was wrapped around his thin wrist, dusty and worn, but still shining brightly.There are hundreds of bergamot and food knives tied on the chain, and they make a crisp clang sound when they move.

The monk shook his head and said: "At that time, Xiayu thought that Luocha in black was just a kid who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, and he was contemptuous. I didn't think he could imitate the sword of hundreds of schools and defeated Xiayu. It is ashamed to say-Xiayu fell into He held his breath and dived behind the lotus pond, thanks to the fact that he didn't chase down Xiayu and kill him, he survived to this day."

Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this: "You said you fought against the black-clothed Rakshasa? Grandpa, I can still kill the jade-white swordsman with one hand!"

"Strange monk, you will get mouth sores if you talk big, don't say you don't understand this truth!"

The monk just closed his eyes and smiled, asking.

"Do you think the rumors in Jianghu are credible?"

"Where is it credible? It's all nonsense that is full of embellishments and slanders. The woman who is boasting about her looks like a fairy in the rumors may actually be a big meatball like Miss Wu. It is said that the Qian family of Zhongzhou who is good at swords They are actually a bunch of cowards. Rumors and rumors have always been passed around." Someone said.

The strange monk asked calmly: "Then why do you all believe in the rumors about the Yubai Swordsman and the Black-clothed Rakshasa? Ruoxia said foolishly - the Yubai Swordsman was actually born in Evilrengou, and the Black-clothed Rakshasa is a benevolent person." Good man, will you believe such rumors?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The monk chuckled. "It seems that the vicissitudes of the rivers and lakes are just relying on a few gossips. The world's comments are the most fair and unfair. They can teach people to sit on the top of the world in an instant, but they can also teach people to be imprisoned and poor at the end of the day. "

The porters couldn't understand what he said and whispered to each other. "What's the matter with this monk?"

"Showing off, playing tricks." Others ridiculed, "The words are clear, but how many catties are there in reality?"

The strange monk said: "Xiayu really doesn't have a lot of weight, but he is crazy about knives, and he has left his name on the Jianghu list before he knew it."

He suddenly turned to Wang Xiaoyuan and said, "This little benefactor, Xiayu is a knife idiot. If he meets a strong opponent, he will always feel emotional and want to compete. I wonder if the benefactor can satisfy Xiayu's wish?"

Wang Xiaoyuan was taken aback.

...Why is someone trying to challenge him again.

So he shook his head hastily. "Master, if you want to talk about knives, you have to find a master..."

The big-headed monk clasped his hands together, "Isn't there... in front of me?"

"Although I carry a knife, I can't do it very well..." Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly jumped up from the sill like a rabbit. He was afraid of these people in the world. Think about Wu Litian, Yu Jiachen, and Qianjiazhuang who appeared that night. Black-clothed Rakshasa... Who doesn't want to fight him?

He laughed nervously: "Master, don't worry, you wait here for a while, I will find you a comparable opponent."

Wang Xiaoyuan wondered whether he was surprised by his bones or what, he wanted to compete with anyone he met.It seems popular is not a good thing, he thought.

But the strange monk laughed loudly, "Xiayu is also a fidgety person, and he doesn't like waiting for others the most. In addition, he is clumsy in speech, and can only speak with a knife!"

Before he finished speaking, he split his hands, and the gold chain rattled, and it popped out like a swimming snake!In an instant, Wang Xiaoyuan felt as if he was surrounded by a dense forest made of thousands of bergamot trees, and there was a vast golden glow in all directions, and each hand was like a knife, and they rushed towards him quickly.

In desperation, Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he shouted: "I know you...old senior!"

The strange monk smiled and said: "It's useless to call seniors. Xiayu has been wandering for a long time, and has been working for food and clothing for several years, which has made the gold chain dusty. It is rare to try it today, but don't let us lose our interest."

Wang Xiaoyuan was forced to have no choice but to draw the knife out of its sheath.He didn't want to bring a knife when he went out today, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.But seeing that his saber technique is so simple, the saber is like silver practicing Baihe, soft and strong, he blocked all the Buddha's hands on the golden chain with a flick of his fingers!

The strange monk's expression froze, and he stretched out his hand to throw out the gold chain again, but found that the chain was twisted and twisted skillfully by Wang Xiaoyuan at some point with the blade, and it was already tangled like a mess.The boy stuck out his tongue, turned the blade in his hand, and retracted it into the sheath gracefully and freely.

When the point of the saber that was attacking rustled away, Wang Xiaoyuan turned over to the ground and retreated a few steps away, and said humbly: "'Break the precepts and eat [-] knives, and the knife is more red cassock." Could it be that the senior is a "broken monk 'Acting heart?'

As Wang Xiaoyuan said, this person is Yanxin, the abbot of Arhat Temple at the foot of Cuifeng Mountain.

In the past five years, he left Haijin after the one-night meeting of thousands of monks in Panlong Mountain, wandering around, and did not settle down until he arrived at the Arhat Temple in Jiulong.He sweeps and sweeps the temple every day, cooks and delivers medicine to the wounded in the hospital, and has never used a knife again.Coming to town today was purely on a whim, and I didn't want to meet someone who could make him use a knife.

The former No. [-] Jianghu, the "broken monk" smiled heartily and said, "Little benefactor, why do you call Xiayu 'senior'? You are of the same generation as Xiayu, how can Xiayu deserve the title of 'senior'."

Wang Xiaoyuan felt puzzled after hearing this, but felt a little heavy in his heart, as if he was pressed by a huge rock.For a moment he panicked, but there was no way out.

Just listen to Yan Xin laughing. "You can recognize Xia Yu, and Xia Yu can recognize you too, don't you——Jade at the Tianshan Gate!"