At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"Where is that old man?" Ren Hao asked Cai Lun.

"My lord, since the two ladies are not allowed to see outsiders, I placed the old man in the main hall and served him a bucket of thick wine and a plate of thick meat." Cai Lun reported truthfully.

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work first. I'll go see the old man myself." Ren Hao sent Cai Lun away and went to the main house by himself.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man wrapped in a thick fur coat and dressed like a Hu people eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls. Zhang Kuai next to him kept asking the old man how to sell the good horse outside the mansion, but the old man did not answer and just kept drinking and eating meat.

Finally, Zhang Kuai annoyed the old man with his questions.

The old man looked at Zhang Kuai arrogantly and said, "You are not a master of the mansion, why are you asking so many questions? You can't afford it anyway."

"Hey, you old man, I see you are old and well-mannered, but you are so arrogant and ungrateful."

"Take this axe from me!!!" Zhang Kuai's temper immediately flared up, and he swung the axe behind him and chopped at the old man.

The old man held the ear cup in his left hand motionlessly, and pulled out a scimitar from his left waist with his right hand, blocking the axe that Zhang Kuai was chopping at him.

Ren Hao, who had just entered the room, was too late to stop him. He just felt that this old man was really overestimating his own abilities!!!

How powerful was Zhang Kuai? How much strength could an old man like him have?

Just when Ren Hao thought that the old man would be chopped in half by Zhang Kuai, unexpectedly, the old man used the scimitar in his hand to block the axe that Zhang Kuai was chopping at him.

Not only Ren Hao was shocked, even Zhang Kuai found it unbelievable.

"You are an old and feeble man, how can you defeat me with just brute force?" The old man was still arrogant. He ignored Zhang Kuai and took a sip of the wine.

This made Zhang Kuai very angry, and he immediately kicked over the table and said, "You old man are so arrogant, so I will use all my strength to beat you."

"Hmph, just use all your strength. If grandpa moves even a little, I'll give you a good horse from outside the mansion." The old man still said arrogantly and contemptuously.

"Old man, look at the axe!!!"

Zhang Kuai was so angry that his veins popped out and he roared with all his might.

The old man held the ear cup calmly without even moving his eyelids.

When Zhang Kuai chopped down with his axe with all his strength, the old man saw the right opportunity and drew his scimitar to block it.

There were two clang sounds and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhang Kuai gritted his teeth and continued to use brute force, but he couldn't get any closer.

Although the old man was able to use his skill of using little force to move a great object to his advantage, he could not stop Zhang Kuai's physical strength as he was in his prime.

Soon, sweat began to appear on the old man's forehead.

My physical strength gradually deteriorated.

Ren Hao, who was watching from the side, saw that Zhang Kuai was going to fight the old man to death, and immediately stopped him, saying, "Zhang Kuai, stop it now and don't bully the old man."

"Master, I don't want to bully this old fellow, I am the one who is shameless in giving him the face." Zhang Kuai did not stop and continued to exert force.

But Liu Min and Chen Fei, who were following along, could no longer bear to watch and immediately scolded Zhang Kuai: "Third brother, why don't you stop it immediately? If you continue to mess around, your second brother will definitely not let you off easily."

"Hmph, you're lucky, old man." Zhang Kuai cursed in his heart unhappily, and then gave up.

"I'm sorry for the offense, old man. Please forgive me." Chen Fei bowed to the old man and apologized on behalf of his third brother.

Humph.

“In terms of physical strength, if I were ten years younger, your third brother would not be my match.” After the old man said this, he put the scimitar back to his waist.

Zhang Kuai didn't take it seriously and thought the old man was just bragging.

But both Ren Hao and Chen Fei felt that the old man was not bragging.

This old man is already over sixty years old, yet he can still take Zhang Kuai's axe head-on without losing. If he were ten years younger, it would probably be Zhang Kuai who would lose.

The old man is still so brave at this age. If he were younger, how brave and invincible he would be.

After Ren Hao finished his sigh, he walked over to the old man's table and sat cross-legged, saying, "Old man, I heard that you want to visit my house and borrow some money for your journey?"

The old man thought the voice sounded familiar, and raised his head to look at Ren Hao and said, "You wrote the recruitment notice at the South City Gate?"

"Haha, why can't it be written by me?" Ren Hao said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang is old, can he still eat?" the old man asked.

"A hero is not judged by age. The old general of the old country was still able to lead the army into battle at the age of seventy. What's more, you are only sixty. Why can't you have a meal?" Ren Hao said as he personally poured a glass of wine for the old man, which was really a great honor to him.

"Since you can eat, why is there no food on my plate?" The old man pointed to the empty plate on the table, ignoring the guest's question.

This made Zhang Kuai very unhappy, but fortunately he was suppressed by Liu Min and Chen Fei on the side, otherwise this reckless guy would have caused trouble again.

"It was my negligence." Ren Hao patted his forehead and quickly called Cai Lun to give the old man a plate of venison.

After the old man had eaten and drunk his fill, he said, "Master, you have treated me so well. I have nothing to give you. I can sell you the black wind tied outside the mansion at a low price. I will give it to you as a gift."

Ren Hao almost got his nose crooked from anger.

You ate my food and drank my drinks, and I served you well. Why didn't you give it to me directly? Instead, you said you were selling it to me at a low price, just as a gift for meeting you?

Is that horse a BMW or a Mercedes? It's so precious.

Before Ren Hao could speak, Zhang Kuai couldn't wait to ask, "Old man, how much do you want to sell your horse for?"

Not only Zhang Kuai wanted to buy a horse, but Chen Fei also wanted to buy a horse.

They both looked at the old man at the same time.

The old man said, "The horse was worth seven thousand strings of cash before, but there is no one to find it. I see that your master treats me well, so I am willing to sell it for three thousand strings of cash."

What! ! !

"Three thousand strings?"

"Why don't you rob the government's bank, old man? There's plenty of money in there!!!" Zhang Kuai complained with his eyes wide open, and even Chen Fei frowned.

Although he could see that it was a good horse, he wouldn't sell it at such a high price.

“Haha, I thought you two could be Bole, but you are no different from ordinary people.” The old man smiled and shook his head.

"Old man, besides being strong and able to run faster than other horses, what other skills does your black horse have that you dare to ask for three thousand strings of cash?" Zhang Kuai asked with his eyes wide open.

Ren Hao, who was silent next to him, also looked at the old man.

All the questions he was about to ask the old man were snatched away by Zhang Kuai and Chen Fei.

"This horse of mine is not called a black horse. It is as fast as a gust of wind and as loud as thunder. Its sweat is like red blood and it can travel a thousand miles a day. It is a real Ferghana horse picked out from thousands of miles away in the Western Regions!!!" When the old man stood up and introduced the black horse, his cloudy eyes became bright.

Humph.

"You old bastard, you are just bragging. Do you know how far a thousand miles is? How dare you brag about a thousand miles?" Zhang Kuai thought the old man was a liar and did not believe that the horse could run a thousand miles.

After all, an ordinary horse can only travel dozens of miles a day, and a good horse of good breed can only travel a hundred miles a day.