Along with the king, there was a person at the entrance of the alley looking at Rong Changan's convoy. His eyes were piercing, and there seemed to be deep worries in the depths of his pupils, and he said to himself:
"Her going, I'm afraid there will be more bad luck than good luck!"
His eyes were fixed, and he was about to turn around and leave while leaning on crutches. However, a drastic change appeared on his face in an instant.
"We chased you all day yesterday. You were very cunning, and finally dumped us! An old man on crutches walks so vigorously. I don't know that you drank yang-strengthening wine."
In front of him, at some point, there were three people standing, dressed in black. The middle one was taller and had a beard all over his face. Because of the beard covering his face, it was impossible to see what his face looked like. In his hand, he held a knife tightly.
Although the knife was not out of its sheath, it seemed to have heard its restless voice: Canglang, Canglang, Canglang!
The old man seemed familiar with that evil look.
"Who are you?" The old man grasped his cane slightly, scanned the three of them vigilantly, and then his eyes fell on the bearded man in the middle. "You followed me for a whole day yesterday, and let me, an old man, run away and almost fall to my death. I don't know what you are doing for it?"
The bearded man said gloomyly: "Stop pretending! Since you appeared at the hotel gate yesterday, I can see that you are not a good person. Xueer saw that your identity is not simple, and chased after you, but did not find you. But you It would be impossible to disappear from my eyes. Tell me, who are you?"
The old man waved his bamboo cane and smiled: "I asked you this question first."
A cold light flashed across the eyes of the bearded man: "But I want you to answer me first."
The old man smiled again: "You young people don't know how to respect the old. How can you ask the old people to answer the questions of your younger generations first. Sigh, but I don't care about you anymore. My old man is over seventy years old. Yes, the bridges you have crossed are more than the meals you have eaten. My lord does not remember villains, so I will tell you."
The bearded man twitched his mouth: "Fake it in front of me!" Who has seen an old man in his seventies walk like flying
The bearded man stretched his neck anxiously: "Tell me, who are you?"
The old man laughed: "I am me, an old man who doesn't care about anything. Since I was born, no one has ever called me by my name. Naturally, I don't know what my name is. Don't say I don't I know, I guess my parents don't know either."
The bearded man gritted his teeth, and the treasured knife in his hand wanted to jump out impatiently: "Stop pretending to me, or it won't do you any good! Tell me, what do you want to do in the hotel? Whose person are you?"
A white light jumped out from the scabbard wrapped in cloth, and lay across the bearded man's chest. The bearded man's eyes were ferocious, and the knife edge was even more ferocious.
It was not only the bearded man who pulled out the knife at the same time, but also the two men in black beside him.
They moved slowly, gradually forming the shape of horns, surrounding the old man in the core. If the old man wants to escape, he must defeat them. But how could an old man in his seventies drive them away
The old man seemed to be playing a trick, waving the crutch in his hand, smiling like an old urchin, suddenly he looked sharply at the bearded man: "Hey, I think you look familiar, can you tell me where we met ?”
The bearded man: "I also think you look familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."
The old man smiled: "It seems that we once passed each other in the vast crowd, but the glance was so hasty that we no longer remember where we met. Since we don't remember, let's go our separate ways." Each one, Yangguan and the single-plank bridge, each do their own thing."
The old man started to walk away, but there was already a big knife across the front of his neck.
Beard: "Going? Do you think it's possible?"
The old man: "Are you guys sent by the hotel owner to take revenge on me?"
The bearded man: "I'll count to three. If you still pretend to be confused with me, I'll cut you off. Anyway, you're just a tramp, and the government cares whether people like you live or die. One!"
The old man looked at the three of them contemptuously: "You three want to stop me, but it is not so easy! I am an old man, although my legs and feet are not good, but I have learned kung fu in my early years, and I can kill people without blinking an eye, and I will never stop a thousand miles."
The bearded man twitched the corner of his mouth: "It depends on whether you have the ability!"
The old man ignored him and walked straight forward. The bearded man stared hard, shouted, and cut across with the big knife, thinking that he would succeed this time. But the old man lowered his body at an astonishing speed, and at the same time, the bamboo crutch in his hand was pointing at the wrist of the bearded man grasping the knife.
If hit by the old man's crutches, even if it's just a bamboo, someone who knows martial arts can pierce his wrist. The old man's bamboo came very quickly, and the position was very accurate. The bearded man was taken aback, he quickly pulled back the big knife, and jumped back a foot away.
Although he knew that the old man was not a real old man, he was still a little careless in his heart and didn't take the old man seriously. He didn't know the opponent's martial arts skills until he saw the old man use this trick.
The bearded man's eyes were shining brightly, and his beard twitched: "I thought you never shot! I'm right, you are really an expert. Take off your beard and eyebrows Come on, let me see who you are."
The old man snorted: "No one has ever dared to make such an unreasonable request to me, not even the bossy hotel owner!"
The bearded man didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he waved his hand: "Go!"
When the two men in black heard the order, one chopped off the old man's left shoulder, and the other chopped off the old man's right shoulder.
The old man calmly grabbed the cane with his left hand and the handle of the cane with his right hand. With a sound of waves, a shining sword broke free from the cane, stabbed two men in black with two swipes. Although it was stabbed later, but it came later, with two squeaks, the man in black was hit by the sword on the wrist respectively, Dang, Dang twice, the big knife fell to the ground and jumped.
Swish!
The tip of the sword pointed at the bearded man again.
There was a fire in the stomach of the bearded man, and the fist in his left hand was clenched tightly, as if it was about to explode. He wished he could swallow the old man into his stomach.
"Hey, you have such a handsome swordsmanship, let me guess your age. With this level of concentration, this level of meticulous thinking, unhurried, unhurried, it's not something a man in his twenties can possess .Your movements are so agile and quick, you should not be over fifty years old. Therefore, considering the above factors, I estimate that your age is between thirty and forty."
The old man snorted, and said in a hoarse voice, "Even if you can guess how old I am, so what?"
The big knife in the bearded man's hand was raised into the air again, and he made a gesture of setting fire to the sky: "Your voice is also fake, I heard it right away."
The old man smiled coldly: "You are very smart, but your cleverness is misunderstood by your cleverness."
The bearded man's eyes sank: "What do you mean?"