A Ming didn't know why he asked the girl this question. Maybe it was just out of curiosity, as ordinary as picking off a rapeseed flower during an outing.
Life requires a sense of ritual, and life also requires refinement.
The "ceremonial sense" and "exquisiteness", in short, when broken down to their essence, originally refer to "superfluous and cumbersome bullshit".
Just like before a meal, drink a bowl of chicken to moisten your stomach or have an appetizing cold dish.
Over there, the middle-aged man also saw A Ming talking to his daughter. He immediately came over with a shy face and bowed: "Master, do you want this girl? Eight taels of silver." , we will sign the contract immediately, and she will be yours;
After that, whether you want her to follow you to learn acrobatics and go to the Western Regions, or simply take her as a concubine, it all depends on your preference. ”
This middle-aged man, like the previous concierge, when he saw A Ming’s dress, he took it for granted that he was an acrobatic troupe from the Western Regions.
This is also because a few years ago, when the Emperor of Yan held his thirtieth birthday after he ascended the throne, an acrobatic team from the Western Regions came to Beijing to perform in front of the emperor. Since then, it has become famous and popular among the people. This kind of acrobatic troupe from the Western Regions was also popular for a while.
A Ming nodded and put his hand into his pocket.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately rubbed his hands excitedly.
However, when A Ming took his hands back from his pocket and spread them out in front of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was stunned.
The palms of my hands were empty.
"Sorry, I don't usually have the habit of bringing money."
A Ming's apology was very sincere, because he did show the right amount of shyness and apology, and seemed to really feel sorry for him. I feel deeply guilty that I can't buy this girl right now.
For most of the six months in the inn, A Ming was only responsible for making wine, and rarely even went out. Moreover, in this world, after you solve the problem of eating and drinking, as a person with modern thinking and For people who live a accustomed life, you really don’t have much consumption needs.
"No...no money? Are you fucking kidding me?"
The middle-aged man pointed directly at A Ming's face and shouted.
A Ming nodded and replied seriously:
"Yes."
The middle-aged man paused and then rolled up his sleeves, and threatened at the same time:
"I think you are looking for death!"
This kind of gambler who can even sell his wife and daughter, you have to say that he has many talents. If it's bloody, it's really nonsense. However, you can still bluff and bluff people like the thugs in the gambling shop.
Unfortunately,
He chose the wrong person.
"Okay."
A Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck directly.
Immediately, a cold chill came from his neck, and the middle-aged man suddenly forgot to resist. At this moment, he felt as if he was being attacked by a gloomy and vicious beast.The beast is watching.
"Hey, if you want to fight, go elsewhere and don't dirty the face of our Hyena Gang." The concierge shouted with his hands folded.
However,
as a "click" sound came,
the concierge froze.
He saw that the neck of the middle-aged man who came to sell his daughter was directly broken in the hands of the acrobat from the Western Regions in a terrifying arc that ordinary people could not achieve.
Perhaps, even the middle-aged man didn't realize that the strangely dressed guy in front of him really meant killing people.
He was good at bluffing, but on the other side, he really knew how to kill people, and he specially came to kill people on a rainy day in a mule and carriage.
Blood began to drip out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
A Ming retracted his hand,
The middle-aged man fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, and he had lost his life.
After falling down, his face was very close to that of his daughter, who was also lying on the ground like him.
First there was a hint of panic in the girl's eyes, followed by a touch of sadness, but then she bit her lip, opened her mouth, and began to speak silently, regardless of the rain on the ground pouring into her mouth. laughed.
A Ming turned his head and glanced at the expression of the girl on the ground.
He thinks this scene, the scene where the father and daughter are looking at each other, is really beautiful.
It is a pity that in this era, there is no camera, so there is no way to turn this scene into eternity and keep it as a treasure to enjoy slowly.
It’s really a bit... pity.
After taking a few more glances,
A Ming turned around, took steps, and walked up the steps.
The appetizers are over, now comes the main meal.
The concierge had obviously not fully recovered from the previous shock, but when he saw A Ming walking towards him, he immediately turned back and tried to get into the yard first.
He is just a concierge. In the Hyena Gang, he is the most marginal minion. He can be a bit powerful but if he really has the ability and courage to kill people, he will not be sent to be a doorman. .
However, as soon as he crossed the threshold with one foot, his shoulder was grabbed by a hand.
Good...so fast!
A Ming actually doesn't like dealing with these minions very much. They don't even have the courage to attack him head-on. Even if they kill them, they won't bring him much pleasure.
But there is no way, he came today just to kill people.
The palm of his hand quickly moved from the opponent's shoulder to the back of the opponent's head, and then he smashed it directly against the door panel.
"Bang!"
It was like a watermelon falling to the ground.
A Ming glanced at the red color on his palm and instinctively wanted to bring it to his mouth. However, he disliked it.He shook his hand.
This taste is a bit difficult to eat.
It seems that only those guys whose bodies can shine have a sweet taste in their blood.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
The concierge who came in earlier and an old man who looked like a cashier with white hair and beard were standing behind the door. After seeing the scene just now, the old accountant collapsed to the ground in fear, while the concierge screamed hysterically.
"Woooooo!"
However, his cry did not last long, and his mouth was covered by a hand, and then another hand appeared on his shoulder.
"Click!"
Like shooting volleyball, the concierge's face saw the scenery behind him for the first time, and he experienced the experience of not having to worry when going to the toilet. The advantage of being attacked by someone.
However, this feeling of superiority did not last long, and he fell to the ground.
When the accountant saw this, his body trembled, he rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.
A Ming didn’t pay attention to whether the other party was really scared to death or pretending to be dead, because with the screams here, the gang was obviously completely alarmed. From the left and right sides of the yard, , a total of twenty or thirty men armed with various weapons rushed out.
This one is holding a knife, that one is holding an axe, and this one is holding an iron rod.
A Ming's eyes wandered over them one by one,
Finally,
he smiled,
because he saw One with a sword.
Killing people on a rainy day seems to go better with a sword.
A Ming felt that he should have been infected by the blind man, otherwise he would suddenly start scratching.
“Cut him!”
A tall man covered in animal skins was obviously the leader. He waved his hand and gave orders to his men.
The two corpses of concierges at the door had told him that there was no need for peace talks or friendship.
A Ming is very fast, faster than that zombie. Although his strength is not as strong as that zombie, it is still beyond the level of ordinary people.
So, the two gangsters in front who were holding knives and axes only felt that their eyes were blurred, and they were surrounded by A Ming. A Ming was a little different from that zombie. He cherished and cared for him. My own nails, I don’t like using my nails to kill people.
So, a file appeared in A Ming's left hand and pierced the temple of the accomplice holding the axe. On the other hand, he grabbed the accomplice's arm and twisted it, and used it for him. The knife in his hand wiped his neck to help him end this dirty life.
Elegant, fast, no sloppiness,
This is not killing,
This is an art performance belonging to A Ming.
He dances in the crowd;
The blood is voluntarily donated by the audienceHis flowers;
The screams are the cheers of the audience who pay for art.
However, after solving these two people, more gang members gathered, suddenly compressing A Ming's space.
The kind of situation in martial arts movies where a group of people surround you but still challenge you is very difficult to happen in reality. Everyone swarms up, and no matter how you are a general with ten thousand enemies, you still have to fight. Burp fart.
Fortunately, A Ming was different. After enduring the price of two slashes on his back, he rushed out of the encirclement and went straight to the man holding the sword.
The man let out a low shout, raised his sword and stabbed A Ming.
A Ming's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, because the other party failed to shine.
The body turned sideways, but his left hand slid all the way down the opponent's sword tip, blood splattered on his fingertips, but A Ming didn't care until he grabbed the opponent's wrist and pressed down.
The sword-wielding man staggered, while A Ming opened his mouth easily, revealing two fangs, and stuck them on the opponent's neck like a stapler at the speed of a dragonfly. own mark.
"Plop."
The sword holder fell to the ground, but the sword in his hand was already held by A Ming.
"I've finished playing the music, but you haven't finished it yet."
Blind Bei's voice came to A Ming's ears, but at this moment, Blind Bei was still sitting On the mule cart outside, there was still an erhu in his hand.
The power of mental power makes sound transmission through the air lose its technical barriers.
"I remember that the moon reflected in the second spring is quite long." A Ming replied in his heart.
"I forgot the following score."
"Okay."
"You picked up the sword?"
"Yes."
"Can you use a sword?"
"Just watch."
"Okay, then I'll do it again ." Blind Bei felt that he had made a big compromise.
"Actually, you don't have to force it, because I don't want to hear it that much."
"Don't worry, no one can beat you in the BGM I give you."
"Okay, you are blind, you talk too much."
After a brief mental exchange, the gang rushed over again. A Ming stood there, not doing as much as before. Dodge because he said he wanted to show the blind man his sword skills.
"Poof!"
A gang member slashed A Ming's shoulder with a knife. The shoulder muscles contracted and clamped the knife edge. The gang member failed to cut his own. The knife was drawn out.
A Ming struck down with his sword and cut off the opponent's head.
Another member of the gang hit A Ming in the back with an axe. A Ming remained motionless, his upper body twisted, and the sword swept backwards, wiping the opponent's neck. The position began to spurt blood and he fell to the ground.
Two gangs holding spearsEveryone rushed over with spears raised, but A Ming still did not dodge, and the spear pierced his body.
A Ming's body trembled, he relaxed his muscles and started to move forward. Even though there were two toothpicks stuck on his chest, it still didn't matter.
In the blink of an eye, A Ming came to the two gangsters, and they were still holding spears blankly in their hands.
A Ming smiled at them, swung his sword and chopped two of them directly.
They let go and fell down.
A Ming's body began to lean backwards. The two spears in his body served as supports and got stuck on the floor tiles. Flush and at an angle of forty-five degrees to the ground.
At the same time, he said:
"How about my sword?"
Outside the yard, Blind Bei silently put down his erhu,
Took out a handkerchief from his pocket that the wife of the patrol captain gave to him,
wiped the raindrops on his forehead,
said with emotion:
"So cheap."