Clash Of The Sword Titans

Chapter 47: The living beings in the old streets are full of strange things (1)

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"This little guy's temperament is nothing like Shen Fan's."

Deep in the old street, behind the counter of a wine shop, a middle-aged man dressed as a shopkeeper was fiddling with his abacus, but he looked out the door from time to time and suddenly laughed and made a comment.

There were several drinkers sitting at the only table in the lobby. One of them was Mrs. Lu, who calmed everyone with just a few words.

Next to Mrs. Lu is a girl in black with exquisite features.

However, although this girl is extremely beautiful, there is an unspeakable heroic spirit between her eyebrows. Although she is not very old, she has a serious face and seems to be pretending to be mature.

Opposite Mrs. Lu was a young man wearing a green coat.

But this young man seemed a little silent, sitting there thinking about something.

"I said twenty-two years ago that Shen Fan's character is more than calm but not aggressive enough. If he were to become an official in the court, he could still accomplish a lot. If he were asked to take charge of the Shen family and control the family's future, generations of the Shen family would The grand scene will be ruined in his hands in less than fifty years."

Mrs. Lu lowered her eyes and casually stirred the wine in the bowl with her fingertips. Looking at the rotating ripples, she said softly: "To put it mildly, he is a man of integrity. To put it harshly, he is just a mediocre person."

After saying that, Mrs. Lu stopped her fingertips, her palms that were still as white and tender as a girl pressed on the table, and said calmly: "This little baby Shen Fangge is quite a monster."

"Haha, to be praised by Mrs. Lu for his evil talent, this little guy has lived his life in vain." The middle-aged man behind the counter put down his abacus, and then looked at the man sitting opposite Mrs. Lu, who never said a word. .

"Watch what I do?"

The young man glared back, "I'm not familiar with the Shen family."

The middle-aged shopkeeper said helplessly: "I didn't ask you."

Immediately, the middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to have no intention of saying: "But you have staked half of your wealth on Prince Yan's Mansion. We are not tainted. We can go to the show. You are not afraid that the aura that Prince Yan's Mansion has managed to cultivate will be destroyed." Broken up?"

His words turned around so smoothly that the young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he pinched his fingers secretly, but there was no clue on his face. He said nonchalantly: "It's just a small fight. The big trend I want to fight for is not just this small thing." between."

"Gu Haoran, if you use your three-legged cat's magic method, be careful not to be struck to death by lightning."

The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to have noticed something, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

The young man named Gu Haoran, who was secretly playing tricks, became angry and said angrily: "Jing Chi, do you want to fight?"

"hehe."

Shopkeeper Jing, who had previously taught Qu Haijiao a lesson, smiled and said nothing, picked up a rag and walked out of the counter, throwing it to the figure squatting in the corner, "It's time to do the work."

Gu Haoran also looked at the young man in the corner and snorted in a muffled voice, "Yao Dou, you can't even kill the Immortal Peak, aren't you afraid that Old Dong will come back and beat you up again?"

The young man in the corner ignored him, stood up with a rag, and limped around the shop.

Gu Haoran was about to speak again, but was stopped by Mrs. Lu's calm eyes.

"Okay, why are you angry with the child?" Mrs. Lu said in a gentle tone: "Everyone lives in this street for some reason. Those others think that we are not easy to mess with. That's because they don't know the inside story. In the final analysis, we are just a gang. An old immortal who can't even go back home, really thinks he is a master?"

Gu Haoran immediately laughed and said, "Sister, I didn't mean that."

Then he looked at the lame young man named Yao Dou, bared his teeth and said: "Okay, you spoke for my sister before, but you can't kill the castrated dog this time. I'll teach you something good later, within two days." I can kill him in a year."

If anyone else were present, they would definitely be shocked by the profound meaning expressed in Gu Haoran's words.

Who is Qu Haijiao? He is one of the two great eunuchs in charge of the palace, and is known as the most powerful and immortal in the Holy Kingdom of Devouring Heaven. His flesh and blood had been beaten to an extremely terrifying state, and even Grandmaster Mingyou didn't dare to say that he could be killed easily.

However, Gu Haoran took the matter of killing Qu Haijiao as a matter of course, and the profound meaning in it made people shiver down their spines.

But then Yao Dou refused: "I won't learn."

Gu Haoran was stunned, "Why don't you learn?"

"Two years is too slow, don't learn." Yao Dou used a rag to clean up the counter with a disdainful tone.

This time even Mrs. Lu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You kid, you are so unlucky."

Yao Dou, who was originally a little arrogant, touched his head and acted obediently in front of Mrs. Lu.

The girl in black sitting next to Mrs. Lu raised her eyes, glanced at Yao Dou's face, and then ignored him.

"Forget it, this kid, Lao Dong didn't learn much about his skills, but he learned a lot about his madness." Gu Haoran waved his hand, smoothed the wrinkles on his chest, stood up and said, "Time It’s almost time, I’m going to the theater.”

"Look, don't help."

Shopkeeper Jing said calmly: "You can't cover it with your Nine-Liu Evolution Technique."

Gu Haoran said calmly: "Shen Fangge may not win for sure. Everyone thinks it is just a pebble. If it doesn't hit the head and cause bleeding, they can't hold back their contempt."

"What's more, it can't kill me."

After saying these two incoherent words, Gu Haoran had already left the wine shop.

Shopkeeper Jing, who was standing outside the counter, sighed.

Mrs. Lu narrowed her eyes and suddenly reached out to touch the head of the girl next to her.

The girl in black stubbornly avoided it, her eyes kept staring at the bowl of wine, her thick eyebrows slightly raised, looking strangely good-looking.

Mrs. Lu glanced at her, stared at her for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's not the time yet."

The girl frowned and pursed her lips. The look on her face was either disappointment or unwillingness.

However, just as she frowned, the middle-aged man who was chopping meat in the old street butcher shop slashed his knife and stared at the piece of meat in front of him, with a solemn look in his eyes.

Further away, two young men holding chess pieces changed their expressions at the same time and hurriedly held down the chessboard.

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late. They were pulled by an inexplicable motivation, and the chess pieces all over the board jumped randomly. The chess game that was supposed to end in a fight was already in chaos.

The two young men looked at each other and smiled bitterly, sighing.

Farther away, there were constant clanking sounds in the blacksmith's shop, as well as the old blacksmith's suppressed angry yells.

In the medical clinic in front of the deep alley of the old street, the sloppy old man who was concentrating with his eyes closed suddenly pulled off a piece of his beard and cried out in pain. The elegant woman who was reading a book next to him raised her head and looked in the direction of the wine shop, helpless and fond. He smiled sadly.

The old man sat upright and complained: "The child will naturally have his own ideas when he grows up. It is us old neighbors who suffer the most from being tied up with her all day long..."

The elegant woman closed the book and smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that she didn't agree with her, the old man felt bored. He shook his head and murmured: "Suppress it, suppress it. You have hidden this girl for more than ten years. Once she enters the world with a sword, you will have a headache."

"Five hundred years to forge the sword, five hundred years to sharpen the sword. The Deer Clan has hidden this sword for thousands of years. How magnificent will it be if it is really born?"

"Old man..."

The old man muttered and lay back, snoring gradually.