There is a thatched house at the end of the alley. The house is very dark, revealing a gloomy atmosphere. Rong Changan walked in vigilantly, there was a patio behind the house, but behind the patio was a backyard. There is a cowshed next to the backyard, a vegetable patch, and nothing else.
In front of the vegetable field is the road, and the old man must have walked off the road.
"Unlucky, let him escape again!"
When he turned around, suddenly a black shadow sprang out from the room of the cottage.
Rong Changan shouted: "Stop!"
He rushed forward with a stride, and tried to grab the old man's shoulder with his grappling hand. With a whoosh, the old man handed over the bamboo walking stick, intending to stab Chang An in the heart.
This time, the speed was too fast and the position was accurately positioned, Rong Changan was dripping with sweat, soaking his clothes. Hastily let go of his hand and dodged to dodge. The bamboo crutches brushed against her fragrant shoulders, and then the crutches followed her shoulders and cut towards her neck.
Rong Chang'an never thought that the old man's technique was so flexible, if he didn't fight back at this time, he might die under the old man's bamboo cane. With the cry of the wolf, Rong Changan drew out his soft sword, and slashed at the old man's crutches against his chest.
The old man's cold eyes shot out a mocking smile, and while laughing, the crutch sank and pointed at Rong Chang'an's side. The old man's keen reaction and quick change of moves surprised Rong Changan even more.
Rong Changan turned the defense into an offense, the tip of the sword shook, and with a barking sound, stabbed the old man's wrist. This stab was like lightning, and the speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.
The old man frowned, his eyes were stern and steep, and he stretched out two fingers, like a pair of pliers, to hold Rong Changan's soft sword. At the same time, Rong Changan stretched out two fingers and clamped the old man's bamboo cane.
The four eyes met, and there was no sound.
After a pause of half a cup of tea, the old man smiled: "Such a beautiful woman has such good swordsmanship, it is really rare, rare!"
It's nothing more than polite words!
Rong Chang'an also said with a smile: "Your crutch method is also very rare!"
Rong Changan deliberately did not talk about the sword technique, but said the "crutch" technique, obviously to make fun of the old man.
The old man: "The crutch method? Hehe, if people outside know my old man's crutch method, which is on par with your swordsmanship, what will they think?"
Rong Changan: "I don't care if others laugh at me! Besides, you are not a seventy-year-old man at all. Who are you? Why did you come to Tianchi country with us from Yu Li country? What are your plans?"
The old man scratched his cheeks: "What is my plan? I am a beggar. Wherever there is food, I will beg there. I have neither purpose nor the plan you mentioned."
When the evidence is given, he will not lie again.
Rong Chang'an: "When I was in Yu Liguo, I saw that you were disguised, so you don't have to pretend to be confused in front of me anymore."
The old man was very interested in Rong Changan's words: "How can you tell that I am disguised?"
Rong Chang'an looked the old man up and down: "From the outside, you are indeed pretending to be flawless. However, when you handed me the soft hedgehog armor, you accidentally revealed a section of pale white wrist. Just imagine, a seventy How is it possible for an old man to have such firm and fair skin?"
The old man smiled coldly: "Can I take care of you?"
If Rong Changan hadn't cultivated himself well, he would have burst out laughing a long time ago. A beggar comes to tell you how to take care of you, wouldn't it make you laugh to the point of cursing!
"There was another place where you exposed your age later."
Old man: "Oh, where is it? Eyes? Neck?"
Rong Changan shook his head: "Just looking at the eyes and neck, I have to admire your disguise technique. How did you install the hazy film in your eyes? It is similar to the cloudy eyes of a seventy-year-old man." It makes no difference.—you betray yourself by the way you run away."
The old man frowned: "..."
Rong Chang'an: "When you left us, you ran very fast, without any sign of stumbling. Think about it, how funny it is for a seventy-year-old man to walk in front of you like flying!"
The old man: "You are really meticulous in your observation! Since I put on makeup, two people have seen that I am disguised, and one of them is you."
Rong Changan really wanted to know who the other one was: "Two people, where is the other one?"
The old man: "Soon, you will meet him."
Rong Chang'an: "Okay, now are you willing to tell me who you are and what you want to do?"
The old man looked coldly at the soft sword held in his finger: "Why should I tell you?"
Rong Changan looked at the bamboo crutch in his hand: "Because your weapon is in my hand."
The old man laughed: "Each, each other!"
When Rong Changan got angry, the tip of his nose turned white: "Are you going to tell me or not?" Being beaten to a tie by an old beggar was really a great shame for her.
The old man: "Now we are evenly matched. If you ask me a question, I will ask you a question. This is only fair. Otherwise, you will never get any answer from me."
"Okay, let me ask first." Rong Changan thought for a while.
Old man: "You say."
Rong Changan: "Who are you?"
"I am your friend." The old man replied without thinking.
"Hmph!" Rong Changan pouted, "Is this also an answer?"
The old man smiled, and his snow-white eyebrows trembled as soon as he smiled: "You didn't say that you want to answer in detail, and my answer is not bad. If I were really your enemy, why would I still give you the soft hedgehog armor? note."
The so-called note was the one on Chuntao's neck.
"No, you answer again." Rong Changan almost wanted to be coquettish, because he couldn't resort to force against such an "old man", what could he do!
"No, I've already answered your question. Now it's time for you to answer my question. I know your soft sword, and I'm also very familiar with your kung fu. What's your relationship with Rong Changan?"
Rong Changan's bright eyes rolled, and his smile was like a flower: "I have nothing to do with her."
"Then why is Rong Chang'an's soft sword in your hand? You...why do your eyes look so like hers?"
There was a hint of playfulness at the corner of Rong Changan's mouth, like a vine curling up: "You have already asked me a question, now it's time for me to ask you. Since you are my friend, what is your plan for following me?"
The old man raised his face and laughed loudly: "If we go on like this, we will never be able to find out why!"
Rong Changan snorted coldly: "I don't care, it's your turn to answer me."
"It's so meaningless to ask and answer like this. I don't like doing things that don't make sense."
Rong Changan: "You have to do meaningless things."
A stern light flashed across the old man's cloudy eyes: "Not necessarily!"
Before the words were finished, the old man suddenly withdrew his right hand, and let go of Rong Chang'an's soft sword with his left hand. The strange thing is, his bamboo cane is still in Rong Changan's hand, and there is a shining sword in his right hand!
It turns out that the crutch hides the sword!
Rong Changan threw away the crutch, flicked his wrist, and handed out the soft sword: "If you want to run, ask about the soft sword in my hand first!"
The old man tiptoed, soared into the air, and landed on the roof of the thatched cottage.
"Concubine Xue, I am your friend, please remember the warning I gave you."
With a sudden jump, he jumped towards the house like a big bird.
"stop!"
Rong Changan also jumped onto the roof of the thatched cottage, and looked around, where is the shadow of the old man!