No one will believe that the ninth person in the weapon spectrum is exhausted.
The cold wind, like a knife, kills the snow and becomes as silent as death.
Chapter 15 Famous Jianghu
It’s very cold in winter in the north, and the cold wind whistling occasionally. At this time, most people don’t want to go out, so the restaurant business was not good in previous winter, but this year is destined to be an exception. The plum blossom thief reappeared in Baoding City for 30 years, and Lin Xianer, the first beauty, became famous and spread far and wide. This year, Baoding City gathered in all directions, and the Jianghu people became particularly lively.
And thanks to Li Zhichang’s feat in Tianju Building more than ten days ago, Tianju Building’s business will be much better. Plus Tianju Building’s money, the shopkeeper invited the "Grand View Building" to say that the iron plate is fast. The old gentleman happened to bring the story of Li Zhichang’s release of the Central Plains and the ten-year hatred of the real armor. The daily visitors to Tianju Building are even more endless. In the past ten days, Wanyun Building, the first restaurant in Baoding, opposite, has been overwhelmed, but the glory has stopped. Today, a tall man from the opposite Tianju Building has brought a new story. Yesterday,
To tell the truth, the shopkeeper knows that even he will want to listen to him if he gives money to tell the story over there. It’s a good loss this time
In the restaurant on the second floor of Wanyun Building, there are a pair of grandparents. Grandpa is an old man with white hair in a long gown and granddaughter is a girl with big braids. The girl with big braids is very beautiful. There are thousands of girls in Qian Qian who wear braids, but this one must be the best. People can’t help but think so, even herself. It can be seen that she loves her braids. There are many drinkers staring at the girl with big braids. The girl with big braids is also generous and doesn’t care at all.
The white-haired old man lit a cigarette. His face was wrinkled and he spit out smoke rings and said, "What story are we going to tell today, Honger?"
It turns out that the braided girl is called Honger, and her eye circulation seems to hook the man’s soul away. She pouted and said, "Grandpa, don’t tell the story of plum blossom thief again. I’ve heard it seventy times."
The old man smiled and took a breath in the flue. "Today, we won’t tell the story of the plum blossom thief. We’re going to have a big event in the Jianghu." When we heard that it was a recent event in the Jianghu, these people in the Jianghu cocked their ears and sounded very curious. What other big events have they not heard of recently?
Red son said, "What’s the big deal?"
The old man said, "Do you remember the story of the weapon spectrum that Grandpa told you before?"
Honger’s eyes seemed to glow and said, "It’s amazing to know that I like Xiao Li’s story of exploring flowers best." It seems that Li Xunhuan’s flying knife can not only kill people, but also take away girls’ hearts.
The old man touched Honger’s head. "Today, we won’t tell Xiao Li’s story of exploring flowers."
Red son pursed her lips and said "boring"
The old man changed the subject and said, "But today the storytellers are all friends of Xiao Li."
Red son said, "Why don’t you tell grandpa?"
The old man said, "Good."
The old man said, "Do you remember who Bai Xiaosheng ranked ninth in the weapon spectrum?"
Honger read aloud, "The green devil cries every day, the red devil cries every night, and the two demons cry together, and the heavens and the earth change color." "
The old man said, "Yes, although Bai Xiaosheng ranked his brother, Qing Mo Yi, crying on the weapon spectrum, their martial arts are really the same, and few people have won them, but they are already dead."
Red son said, "Who killed these two people for such a big deal? Was it Xiao Li?"
The old man said, "It’s really like Xiao Li’s flower-hunting. The red magic hand cried in a pub all night, but unfortunately it met Xiao Li’s flower-hunting. But the red magic hand died not in Xiao Li’s flying knife but in a sword."
Honger said, "I know he must have died at the hands of Guo Daxia, the iron sword of Songyang!" Is the weapon spectrum ranked ninth or the sword ranked fourth? Songyang Iron Sword not only thinks so by Honger, but also by the readers around.
The old man shook his head and said, "It’s not Guo Daxia. If Guo Daxia and Xiao Li met them, they would have fought first." They thought that it was also a third and a fourth person. Fortunately, these two people have never met, otherwise they will definitely meet. Whoever dies then is the loss of the right path.
Red son said, "Who else can have such a high swordsmanship if it’s not Guo Daxia? You know, it’s Xie Tianling, the first swordsman in the south of the day, who points to Cang, who met the red magic hand in the past, but he called it the red magic hand and got hurt."
Some people couldn’t help saying, "Who is that, old man?"
Everyone said, "Don’t sell it and say it quickly."
The old man said to everyone, "Let the little old son take a sip of smoke." Then he satisfied himself with spitting out a smoke turn and patting a gavel on the table to listen to his mouth. "I don’t talk about the rise and fall of one hundred generations in the Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties in that week, saying that the killing of the red magic hand in the Jianghu is unclear. I heard that the young man is less than twenty years old. No one knows his last name, but he spends the night in the Shenyang ancestral hall in the city every day. That is really not a sword.
Honger said, "That’s a great sword. Who is better, his sword or Guo Daxia’s sword?"
The old man said, "If you say that swordsmanship is better than Guo Daxia, you can’t say for sure if they fight to the death. But these two swords can be said to be the best in the world, but it’s a pity that there is another sword that may still be two swords?"
Honger held her cheek and asked, "Grandpa, tell me who has a stronger sword?"
The old man seemed to be afraid of the sword, too, and sighed, "Is that a sword that no one has ever seen drawn?"
Honger wondered, "Since this sword has never been scabbard, how do you know it’s powerful?"
The old man said, "Because the owner of this sword wants to kill people, there is no need to draw a sword, or has the owner of this sword not met anyone who can let him draw a sword?"
"Maybe his master didn’t meet a real master!" Red said.
The old man said with a smile, "Do you know that Red Magic Hand Brother Green Magic Hand Yi cried in this hand or not?"
"What does this mean?" asked Red.
The old man primly said, "The green magic hand cried for the man with three thousand heavy hands, but he didn’t even touch the man’s skirts. In the end, he beat himself to death. The man didn’t make a hand, and the man didn’t pull out his sword." He said it as if he was next to him when they met.
"What’s the man’s name?" asked Red.