Thirteen lowered his head and did not answer Bingyu's question. He glanced at Thirteen lightly. Bingyu was already used to this characteristic of his. If he didn't understand it deeply enough, Bingyu would have doubted whether he was mute.
The characteristic of Thirteen is that he never speaks unless necessary. If he can explain something clearly in one word, he never needs a second word. This is his character and his characteristic.
Subconsciously, he looked towards Thirteen's waist. There... there was a simple piece of iron fastened to his belt. If he looked carefully... it was actually a sword, but... this sword had no handle or jaw. Just a narrow, flat, rusty piece of broken iron.
Bingyu smiled helplessly. It's not that Bingyu has no money, just the opposite... He has a lot of money now, and he's not stingy or reluctant to spend money. He even bought a good sword for Thirteen at a big price, but... Chuhu Shisan is just stubborn and refuses to change. He will use the broken piece of iron in his waist no matter what!
Thirteen's martial arts skills complemented his character. They were very concise... so concise that it made people stare. Thirteen's moves were always just one move. If he couldn't kill the enemy, he would run away immediately and then look for other opportunities!
Thirteen has been miserable since he was a child. Since he was six years old, he has lost his parents and has been living alone by begging. A beggar like him has absolutely no chance to be exposed to martial arts and magic. Even children from ordinary families can't. Not everyone may have access to it, let alone him.
But... Thirteen never knows what discouragement is. He has super endurance and full resilience. As long as he decides to do something, he will find a way to complete it no matter what!
When he was eight years old, he finally saved forty gold coins by begging, and bravely walked into the samurai hall in the city, hoping to learn from his master.
But... when the martial arts master looked at the pitiful forty gold coins in his hand, he curled his lips, raised the teaching wooden sword in his hand, put the sword between Thirteen's throat, and beat him on his back. It flew out and the gold coins were scattered all over the floor!
Suffering such severe trauma, Thirteen almost died, but... Life is so miserable. After wandering on the edge of life and death for more than a month, Thirteen miraculously recovered!
What kept him alive was the martial arts master's throat-sealing sword. As a young man, he didn't know that it was driving him away. Instead, he thought it was a move taught by his master. After a month of suffering, he After tasting it, he became more confident in this move!
After the injury healed, Thirteen began to practice the throat-sealing sword. He tried hard to recall the situation that day. The only thing he remembered was the lightning speed, so... Except for begging for food, Thirteen spent all his time every day. On the practice of swordsmanship.
Six years passed quickly. Just when the Thirteen Swordsmanship was slightly successful, unfortunately, he was captured by the government for killing someone he shouldn't have killed and became a slave. Then he was transformed several times and became Bingyu. 's subordinates.
As for why he didn't replace that sword, it was because firstly, he was not comfortable using other swords, and secondly... although this sword was very broken, it was hard-earned!
The city where Thirteen is located is a historical city located in a strategic location. He heard people say... Thousands of battles have occurred in Shilipo outside the city!
It turns out that... there was originally a flat plain outside the city, but... in every battle, many people would die. Once too many people died and they were too lazy to dig holes, they would be buried with soil. Over time, a ten-mile-long tunnel was finally formed. Ripo!
As we all know, the battlefield is the place with the most weapons, so... Thirteen picked up a broken shovel and went to Shilipo to dig for several hours every day.
Finally... after four years and six months of struggle, he dug to the bottom of Shili Po and found the piece of broken iron that he currently wears around his waist, which he still uses to this day.
He still clearly remembered the situation. When he dug to the bottom of the slope, suddenly... a sharp piece of iron easily pierced his broken shovel, although... the shovel was already very broken and very old. , but... its hardness is still very high. When I dug out the broken iron pieces, I didn't know how many broken swords I found, and I never tried to pierce the shovel!
Curiously, Thirteen picked up the broken piece of iron and tried it. Oh my God! This broken piece of iron is simply a miracle! He easily poked a few holes in the shovel and the broken sword next to him, as easily as punching through a piece of paper.
After continuous experiments, Thirteen finally clarified the characteristics of this sword. The blade of this sword is not sharp. It can even be said to be so blunt that it cannot kill a chicken!
But... the tip of this sword is completely different. The sharpness is simply indescribable. Although it can't be seen on the surface, it... can easily pierce all the weapons and armor around it!
In fact... this is the essence of ten thousand weapons. There must be tens of millions of weapons buried under this vast ten-mile slope. These buried weapons, accumulated over time, formed a little bit of sword essence, about the size of a grain of rice. By coincidence Yes, that bit of sword spirit happened to be at the tip of this broken iron sword, forming a peerless weapon!
From then on, Thirteen has been using this sword. Even if he became a slave, he did not abandon it. Anyway, no one would care about a piece of broken iron, so... He successfully kept it, when others thought he was crazy. At that time, only he himself knew how great this sword was. He had tried it countless times, and so far, he had never encountered anything that could not be pierced!
Looking at Thirteen lightly, Bingyu calmly took out the portrait given to him by the red-haired middle-aged man from his arms, handed it to Thirteen gently and said: "Our next target is the person in the painting. He We are currently in the hotel next to the Holy See branch in Sunset City. You should go and investigate first, and if there is a chance, take action immediately!"
Thirteen took the portrait coldly, glanced at it briefly, put it in his arms, nodded slightly, turned around and walked away...
Looking at Thirteen who quietly disappeared into the rain, Bingyu couldn't help but smile slightly. Once Thirteen was targeted by him, no matter who it was, he would have to be extremely careful! Thinking of Thirteen's thunderous sword, Bingyu couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Many times he was thinking, if Thirteen stabbed him with such a sword, could he catch it
On the other side, while Bingyu and Thirteen were breaking up, on the other side... I was walking out of the Holy See branch, well... the conditions of the four partners were pretty good, the most important thing is... they all had muscle injuries, as long as It will basically be cured within a month!
After thinking for a moment, I walked towards the tavern. There have been too many things going on recently, so I might as well drink some wine to relieve my fatigue. Thinking of this... I walked into the tavern slowly.
I raised my head and drank a glass of bad wine. A burning feeling penetrated my heart and spleen. I opened my mouth to breathe out the smell of alcohol. This was already the twelfth glass of wine I had drank in a row. If there were three more glasses, I could not drink any more. Well, after all... Tian Zhihen's ambitious actions may happen at any time. If you are really drunk, you will be asking for death.
I gently picked up the thirteenth glass of wine and was about to drink it. Suddenly... I clearly felt that a pair of unkind eyes fell on my back!
Since I have been on guard against Tian Zhihen's ambitions, I have continued to use the ability to turn movement into stillness and identify the location by listening to sounds. In this way, even if someone's eyes fall on me for too long, I can notice it clearly. This is the benefit of internal strength. Dou Qi and magic can never do it.
After slowly drinking the thirteenth glass of wine, I turned around and shouted to the boss: "Boss, bring me another big pot of wine, make sure it's warm!" While speaking, from the corner of my eyes, I clearly saw the person watching me.
It was a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old. At this moment... he was sitting at the table without saying a word. Although he was no longer looking at me, the feeling told me that just now... he was talking to me. Get unkind looks!
After drinking the fourteenth glass of wine, I stood up suddenly, threw an amethyst coin on the table, and said to my wife, "Forget it, no more wine!" After saying that, I strode towards Walking outside the tavern, since people are coming to the door, will I retreat? Now I am alone, what should I be afraid of