The heart has always been the heart of the spectator

In Zhejiang in August, the scorching air seemed to turn into a solid wall and press down on people.

The afternoon sun is scorching hot, and the constant chirping of cicadas disturbs people's mind even more.

A small tea shop was opened by the edge of the woods. The shopkeeper brought tea to the guests on a few square tables and stepped aside, waving the big cattail fan in his hand to cool down the freshly brewed tea.

"Have you heard? Recently, the Fuwei Escort Bureau has opened up the escort service in Hebei. This Lin Zhennan has not learned the good skills of his grandfather, but his ability to run the Escort Bureau is better than his ancestors."

There were three burly men sitting on a table at the far end of the teahouse. The man who spoke just now had dark skin, but piercing eyes; to the temple; the man on the right is wearing a white turban, with a black veil wrapped around his arm, and seems to be in mourning.The sabers of the three people were all placed on the table, and they were all dressed in different clothes. It seemed that they were not from the same gang.

Just as the black-faced man finished his sentence, the scarred man shook his head disapprovingly.

"I don't think Mr. Yuantu of the Lin family is not good at running the bodyguard agency. His swordsmanship against evil is superb, but his descendants have not learned it at all, and all of them are mediocre in martial arts. If you think about it, Mr. Yuantu must be a big martial idiot. What kind of business, what kind of business? Money and status have never been on his mind, as long as this business can support dozens of people in the Escort Bureau, that's all, what the old man is most obsessed with is martial arts."

The man in mourning nodded solemnly, "I think that's the case. No matter when the "Evil Resisting Sword Manual" is released and whoever sees it, how can it be indifferent? Lin Yuantu practiced this sword technique If he really fights, he might be able to compete for the best martial arts in the world, and he can be willing to only run a small bodyguard agency. It can be seen that in this world, not everyone is like Dongfang Bubai and Zuo Lengchan, who always think about power and fame. No. I don’t think anyone else can compare to this realm. These descendants of the Lin family have more thoughts on the side, so naturally they are far behind Lin Yuantu in terms of martial arts.”

The black-faced man must have agreed with the other two, but he was still a little unconvinced, "You say that you are number one in the world, that's totally unreasonable. Let's just talk about the means of running the bodyguard agency. Lin Zhennan is really good. Very good. How many of us who eat the food of a bodyguard do not envy him, the Fuwei Bodyguard Bureau?"

The three were talking, and another person came in from the teahouse.

This person is wearing a lavender shirt, the cuffs and skirt are embroidered with extremely complicated patterns; the belt is a lighter purple, and there is a gold border on the top and bottom, and the two sides of the gold border are covered with full and uniform pearls.This person is very particular about the materials used in his clothes, and he looks like he came from a wealthy family.

But looking at her face, it was as colorful as her clothes.I don't know if this young lady from a wealthy family can't dress up or if she looks too beautiful to attract flower pickers. Her face is full of powder, red, purple and orange, and her lips are so red that she just sucked human blood. .The woman's hair was simply tied behind her head and was never coiled up. She was a girl who was still in her boudoir, and a lot of hairpins, hairpins, and golden steps were randomly inserted into her hair.

The woman also brought a sword with her, and after she sat down at the first square table she entered, she placed the sword on the table casually.This sword seems to be the most common sword in the blacksmith's shop, and it doesn't have those gorgeous decorations.The woman holds a sword in her right hand. There are no calluses on the sides of her thumb and index finger, or on the tiger's mouth. She doesn't seem to be a person who uses swords often.

The shopkeeper hurriedly served a bowl of tea to the woman, and then hurried away.

Even though there was only a slight breeze in the midsummer afternoon, the fragrance of flowers and powder on the woman's body still drifted to the corners of the tea shop.

The three men who were talking just now naturally saw the woman who just came in, and they sniffed uncomfortably, and the man with the scar on his face spoke first.

"Brothers, we have been doing darts outside for so many years, and we have never seen such a strange person. You say, if you look like this and come out to wander around, you are not afraid of scaring people?"

The words were harsh, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell who they were talking about. The three of them seemed to be sure that the woman would not know martial arts and had no helpers, so they had no scruples in ridiculing others.

Looking at the woman again, she lowered her head and blew on the tea in her hand, drinking it slowly without any reaction.

"That's not right. She looks like this and dresses up like this. I think she is a kiln sister who has been kicked out of the house because of her old age." The black-faced man interjected, and the three men laughed loudly.

After a while, the three whispered something again, and the man in mourning held the teacup full of tea and played for a while.With a sudden effort, the tea in the cup flew towards the direction of the woman.

Not to mention convincing the bereaved man of his internal strength, when the glass of water was poured on the woman's face, the powder on her face melted away, making her face unreadable.

As soon as the tea was spilled less than two tables away, the man at the front table picked up his saber, suddenly stretched out his hand to block it, and took advantage of the situation to draw the sword flower, and all the tea was spilled on the ground.

When the three of them saw someone coming forward, they each picked up the swords on the table and stood up.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

The man at the front table turned his head, and the three of them could see clearly that this man had darker complexion, broad forehead, sword eyebrows and star eyes, wide and deep eyelids, and the lines of his facial features were very deep, not like people from the Central Plains.This person pursed his lips lightly, coupled with his righteousness, he looked a little majestic at the moment.

"Are the three brothers greeting me?"

"You don't pretend to be garlic."

"What kind of garlic?"

"Brothers, stop talking nonsense with him, go."

The three raised their swords and rushed towards the man. The man with the scar on his face stabbed at the man's hand holding the sword with his sword. Take two steps back.

The black-faced man and the mourning man flanked the man from the left and right sides at the same time. The man bent over and rolled backwards, then stood firmly on the ground and sneered, "It's not a gentleman to bully the few."

The three men didn't care about these "bullying more and less" and "gentleman's style", they exchanged winks, the black-faced man stabbed the man's neck, the scarred man attacked the waist and eyes, and the mourning man swept the man with his sword. Legs, the man's sword is still not out of its sheath, but his body is bent towards the man in mourning, and the sword with his right hand hits the black-faced man's shoulder. With the force of his left hand, the man with the scar on his face covers his chest and moves back took two steps.

These two moves were all in the blink of an eye, before the sword in the mourning man's hand was close to the man's body, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his hand, as if he had been pricked by a needle, so that he couldn't even hold the sword anymore.

The man in mourning hissed and withdrew his hand, and he found a thin bloodstain on the back of his hand, as if he had been stabbed by a needle; and the person who made the needle had good internal strength, and the wound on the back of his hand kept protruding out blood beads.

The other two companions also discovered that the man in mourning had been injured by a back arrow, so they hurried up to check, and they were relieved when they saw that no black blood was coming out of the wound.Looking back, the man was holding a sword in his hand, his brows were slightly frowned, and he still looked righteous.

The man with the black face and the man with the scar on his face could see clearly just now, it was not this man who fired the hidden weapon, but the other people in the tea shop were either watching the fun or had nothing to do with them, the shopkeeper stood nervously, After a few words of persuasion, I was afraid they would break the tables, chairs and tea bowls.

And the woman with heavy make-up was drinking tea on her own, and she never glanced at anyone.

Of course, the three of them knew that they couldn't beat that man alone, not to mention that he had helpers secretly, so they could only curse a few words resentfully, pack up their things and leave.

The man glanced at the "woman" sitting at the door, took out a few pennies and put them on the table, and left alone.

The "woman" finished drinking the tea in the bowl, dropped the money and picked up the sword, led her horse outside the store, and chased after a figure in front.

The man just now was not riding a horse, but was walking under the tree at this moment. The "woman" chased him on horseback, and asked softly, "Brother, can I take a step to speak?" The voice of "she" was a little shrill, not like an ordinary woman, let alone a rough woman in the country.

The man looked up at him, with some doubts in his eyes, but no hesitation. Knowing that he agreed, the "woman" turned her horse's head and headed into the forest, and the man really followed.

When the man arrived in the woods, the "woman" had tied up the horse, spread an old cloth on the ground, and sat quietly.Although it was already in the forest, it was a hot weather after all, and the "woman" just sat like this, with no sweat on her face at all.The man thought while watching, the martial arts he practiced was very cold.

"Thank you brother for your righteous action just now." The "woman" stood up, and Shi Shiran made a clasping salute to the man, "I haven't asked my brother's name yet."

"I'm Qin Jianshan. Speaking of which, I'm still meddling in other people's business. Those few people don't need to worry about your skills at all. I just don't know, why do you have to dress up like this?"

The "woman" knew that she couldn't hide it from him, so she smiled and said, "I have a very powerful enemy who regards me as a thorn in the flesh. I am not like this, and my whereabouts are easy to be discovered." His voice is not very good, except for the high-pitched voice. In addition, there are always a few words in the long paragraph that sound very harsh.

"However, dressed like a brother, it must be more eye-catching when walking in the rivers and lakes." In fact, Qin Jianshan really didn't like his description, so he had to choose euphemistic words.

The other party nodded, "Actually, I don't like this either, so let's just wipe it off." He said as he untied the water bag from the horse, and took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, "It's a pity that my hand is hurt. , I don’t know..." Halfway through speaking, he stared timidly at Qin Jianshan.

Qin Jianshan understood, took the veil and dipped it in water, wrung it dry and helped him wipe off all the makeup on his face bit by bit.After removing the makeup, the face revealed was clean and fair, with slender eyebrows and slightly raised eye tails, a tear mole under the eyes looked a little pitiful, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the lips were extremely pale in color, much prettier than before.

"Thank you, Brother Qin. I don't know what sect Brother Qin came from, and where did he come from?"

Qin Jianshan was stunned for a moment, and forgot to return the handkerchief, "I... have no family or sect, and I learned martial arts from an unknown expert. Not long after I came to the Central Plains from the north, my master asked me to walk around for a long time. gain knowledge."

The other party nodded, thinking that his age might be too early for him to gain knowledge, "It's a bit hard to say, my enemy is still looking for me everywhere, if Brother Qin is not afraid of trouble, we can form a company and go to In the end, I will have to rely on Brother Qin."

Qin Jianshan frowned, this man's martial arts were obviously higher than his own, but he didn't know why he said he had to "rely on" himself.But after thinking about it, I have no relatives or reason here, and I have already looked down on life and death, so I agreed. "I don't know how to call my brother."

The man stared closely at Qin Jianshan's eyes, was stunned for a while, and then smiled meaningfully, "Going eastward."

The author has something to say: there is no stock, the next update will look at God's will hahaha~