The old man took the porcelain jar from Yu Shan's hand and said unhappily: "Didn't you tell you to try to avoid coming as little as possible? It's not important for you, an old man, to kill yourself, don't hurt Xing Zhen to suffer."

Old Yu replied repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I won't be here tomorrow. On the way this time, I feel that someone is following me. You really have to be careful."

Xing Zhen, who was practicing boxing, came over and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Yu, I spent a lot of money these days. I'll treat you to a hot pot when I have the chance."

Yu Shan was so happy when he heard that he had hot pot, so he touched Xing Zhen’s head: “Okay, okay, the little guy has recovered well. You can go out for a walk tomorrow, so you don’t have to keep it in the yard.”

Then the old man felt a little sad, and looked at the little Bu Shi and the little thing who was chopping the big mouth. He looked at the dark boy in front of him, full of disappointment and reluctance.

Mr. Pang was laughing and scolding: "The older I get, the more I am going back, not because I don't want you to come to this yard. But when it's late at night, I'll see these little guys."

When Mr. Yu heard that there was still a chance, his disappointment disappeared immediately and turned to happiness: "Okay, okay, come in the middle of the night."

"But I agreed that even if they sleep, I will have to wake them up one by one."

The silk market in Shanliang County is much larger than that in Qingyang Town. There are no less than ten stalls for juggling and selling arts alone.

One man, one sword and one dog, was driven out of the yard and walked bored in the brothel market. The dark boy complained: "What's wrong with practicing boxing? What's wrong with practicing boxing all the time? I haven't heard that you will regress if you hold your boxing every day."

The boy then lowered his head and asked the puppy: "You said, is Senior Pang doing something shameful?"

The puppy was so prosperous.

Xing Zhen muttered: "A sound means that we two heroes have the same views."

Xing Zhen bent down and picked up the puppy and resisted it on his shoulder, laughing: "Let's go, take you to watch the show."

The person, dog and mule were still not tall enough, so he had no choice but to squeeze into the crowd. After seeing the streets inside, Xing really regretted it.

It was an old man with a goatee playing sword. Since he arrived at Shuiboshan, he started to deal with the old man. Seeing a joint performing his skills, he was still an old man.

Xing Zhen was a little suspicious of life and secretly complained: "Does he grow old before he grows old?"

I wanted to leave, but I had no choice but to find it easy to come in and go out. The dense crowd of onlookers surged towards the center, just to see closer and clearer.

Everyone's wishes are not against each other, Xing Zhen had to watch the goatee playing sword honestly. Fortunately, the old man's swordsman is good, at least in Xing Zhen's opinion, it's a bit tricky.

It’s a pity that the old man was too old and was tangible and powerless in his sword. Appreciation was gone, but the practical effect was not great. Moreover, the old man was quite old and looked older than the old bandits in the village. He was already out of breath not long after he danced the sword.

The goatee put away his long sword, bowed his fists and said loudly: "It's so inconvenient to go out. Today I borrow treasure land to make some money, and I hope my friends will enjoy the glory."

Then he picked up the iron plate next to him and slowly walked towards the onlookers. The people who had just shouted loudly, like seeing the plague god, instantly ran away completely.

The rest of Xing Zhen and a man were wearing black robe and both wearing a straw hat. They looked like a man. They stood alone, like two wooden sticks standing upright.

The goatee walked towards the man in the hat first and received a piece of broken silver as expected.

After thanking him, the old man said in a daze: "During the day, the yang energy is heavy and the wind is strong. You are wrapped tightly like this, aren't you afraid of heat and sweating?"

The man in the hat said in a bad tone: "There is too much nonsense, I can give it back to me if I don't want it."

The goatee immediately changed his attitude: "If you want it, why don't you want it? You still expect this little bit of money to go home."

After saying that, the old man ignored the man in the hat and walked straight towards Xing Zhen with an iron plate.

In the latter's opinion, the old man's body blocked the man in the hat. So much so that the old man was the only one in his eyes, and he could not see the man in the black hat behind him.

The goatee walked to Xing Zhen, collected the broken silver, patted the boy's shoulder meaningfully and said, "The little guy is weak, so it is best to go out less so that he will not be taken advantage of by the cold wind."

Xing Zhen clasped his fists: "Thank you for the reminder of the old senior."

The goatee glanced at the heavy sword Xing Fei behind Xing Zhen and asked curiously: "Little brother, too?"

Xing Zhen apologizes: "The old senior misunderstood. The younger generation only practiced boxing occasionally, but did not practice swords. The long sword behind him was told by the elders in the family to carry it."

The goatee turned around and glanced at the man in a black robe and hat behind him, and greeted him casually: "Brother, please do whatever you want."

Then he turned his head and smiled at Xing Zhen, "Can you help me? I will accompany me to practice urgent moves? Fist and sword fighting may help me get enough money quickly so that I can go home as soon as possible."

Xing Zhen said worriedly: "Senior, your body?"

The goatee slapped his chest and said, "Don't worry, it's strong. The one you should worry about is you, don't be hurt by me accidentally."

Xing Zhen was also curious. The old man's swordsmanship seemed quite skilled just now, but he knew very little about swordsmanship and couldn't figure out where the swordsmanship was. He also saw that the old man was exhausted, so he was not worried that he would hurt himself.

He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your advice, but I'm disrespectful."

The goatee laughed, took a step back and pulled out his long sword and said loudly: "Okay, come on, I'm just itchy, I'm going to solve it on the spot."

The young man made a fist stance and made a serious punch to attack. After a few rounds, Xing was shocked. The old man's seemingly loose sword technique seemed to be airtight when he waved it.

The old man was panting, but his steps were as light as if nothing had happened. He would always avoid Xing Zhen's fist.

He kept giving advice: "It is understandable that your body is weak and weak. However, if you can't keep up with this stamina, there are too many empty doors, it's your fault."

With a snap, the sword face slapped Xing Zhen's fist and the old man said, "If it were the sword edge, your fist would be gone."

He kicked Xing Zhen in the butt, and the boy staggered and ate the dog. The goatee didn't care and said rudely.

"Don't look at your butt, it's still your flesh. It will hurt and bleed."

The old and the young were not fighting each other at all, but unilateral abuse. The process was not exciting or beautiful, and only one young man was constantly defeated.

This kind of thing seems to be fighting but not fighting but practicing. If someone stops and takes a look, he will leave without interest. Over time, only one old and one young people will have fun and cannot keep the audience.

The man in a black robe and black hat left on his own after watching for a long time.

The goatee noticed something and glanced at the black robe's figure left. Suddenly, he changed his normal behavior and shouted: "Kid, be serious, I'm going to take it seriously."

The young man is on guard, and the old man takes it seriously. He no longer gives instructions and lessons. Change is equal to the real battle, and one punch and one sword will change each other.

With the intentional control and cooperation of the old man, several dangers were everywhere. The two of them were full of excitement, and they were like street battles between life and death enemies.

The excitement and naturalness attracted many people to stop and watch. If you say good, he will say good. Soon, it will attract a large number of people. It is several times more lively than when Xing Zhen first came.

The audience was getting more and more, but the goatee was getting more and more exhausted. The breath became heavier and more intermittent, and the air was not relieving, and it seemed like it was about to die.

The old man barely avoided Xing Zhen's fist and made a stop gesture. Then he squatted on the ground and his old face turned red, and his speech was a little intermittent.

"The little brother is doing me a favor and collect some money for going home."

Xing Zhen did what he said, and he felt confused: "Why did this old man seem to be pretending? He clearly felt full of energy, but he was tired if he said he was tired."

"And, the war has already been truce. The goatee is getting more and more tired, and it looks like he is about to die. Could it be that there is any hidden disease, right?"

When Xing thought of this, he was shocked and didn't care about collecting the reward. He turned around and wanted to run over to see the old man, but he was really worried that something would happen if he was careless.

As a result, Xing Zhen turned around and was glared at him by the old man, and he was not angry and ordered: "I'm fine, I'm busy with your own."

Just now, he was out of breath and ordered Xing Zhen to do things, he was righteous, calm and powerful. The dull boy understood that the old man was just pretending.

After all, the old man just gave some advice. Besides, it is natural to watch people juggle and give some rewards, so Xing Zhen didn't expose it.

The old man was so miserable that he was not very good. The young man worked hard and worked hard. He won countless sympathy and the silver rewards he received increased to a high level. The flat-bottomed plate was laid out in a whole layer. Most of them were copper plates, and very few were mixed with broken silver.

After the crowd dispersed, the goatee changed from fatigue. He smiled and packed his bags, of course, there was no silver left, and he quickly received his own money bag.

After packing up, the goatee clasped his fists solemnly: "Don't ask where the world comes from, you will meet if you are destined to do so."

Without waiting for Xing Zhen to speak a lot, the old man holding a long sword and carrying a bag was humming a little tune and gradually drifting away.

"I forgot my long years and lost my life and death fate. In the misty and rain of the world, I only wish to have peace of mind, boating in the nine-curve hearts, watching the sunrise and the river flowers, spring comes, the heart is free from dust, and the heart is clear and bright."

The boy watched the figure disappear, touched his stomach, and patted the puppy on the shoulder.

"Go home to have a meal."

"Woof, woof, woof."

As soon as he stepped into the small gate of the courtyard, Xiao Bu Shi and Xiaodiao were trembling as he watched the two buckets. Seeing Xing Zhen return, the two little guys smiled happily.

One of them held the boy's arm: "Brother Xing Zhen, discuss with Grandpa Pang, can we not take medicine?"

The puppy echoed: "Wool wool."

Xing Zhen looked at the big water tank and his face turned pale immediately. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Do you think I can say something? It seems that I am more painful than you?"

The two little guys pouted: "That's right."

Mr. Yang, who had just finished preparing supper, had not taken off his apron. Hearing Xing Zhen's voice, he walked out of the room and urged him: "Hurry up and take a bath after dinner."

When Mr. Pang saw Xing Zhen who had just entered the courtyard, his face suddenly turned solemn. He flashed and appeared beside the latter and looked at him carefully for a long time.

He said seriously: "Yin Tang was black and unstable. What did he experience today?"

Xing Zhen looked puzzled: "It's nothing, I just wandered around the brocade market."

Mr. Pang continued to ask if he didn't believe it: "Think carefully, is there anything wrong with the textile market?"

The reason for the hard work of Zheng was so painful that he could not explain the story of the textile market.

After hearing this, Mr. Pang reminded: "When you meet an old goatee, you must be grateful. He saved your life today."

Xing Zhen was extremely shocked: "What does Mr. Pang mean?"

The latter said: "If you guessed it right, the man in black and black hat is a ghost cultivator, who is specifically responsible for the soul of a weak person."

"Your symptoms are exactly the same. It was the old goatee who interrupted the ghost cultivator's actions. Later, I pulled you to practice swords to protect you. The ghost cultivator left after seeing the inability to take advantage of it."
Chapter completed!