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- Ah Ming didn't know why he asked the girl this question, maybe it was just out of pleasure, as common as picking off a rapeseed flower during an outing.
Life requires a sense of ritual, and life also requires refinement.
In short, "sense of ritual" and "delicacy" refer to "excessive and cumbersome fart" when the essence is cut.
Just like before a meal, drink a bowl of chicken to moisten the stomach or a plate of appetizing cold dishes.
Over there, the middle-aged man also saw Ah Ming talking to his daughter, and immediately came over with a shy face and said:
"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 to the Western Regions, or simply accept her as a concubine, it all depends on your preference. "
Like the previous concierge, this middle-aged man took it for granted that he was an acrobat troupe from the Western Regions when he saw A Ming's attire.
It is also because a few years ago, when Emperor Yan held his thirtieth birthday after he ascended the throne, an acrobatic troupe from the Western Regions came to Beijing to perform in front of the imperial court. It was all the rage.
Ah Ming nodded, and put his hand into his pocket.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately rubbed his hands excitedly.
However, when A Ming withdrew his hand from his pocket and spread it out in front of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man froze.
In the palm, it is empty.
"Sorry, I usually don't have the habit of carrying money."
Ah Ming's apology was very sincere, because he did show just the right shyness and apology, as if he really felt guilty for not being able to buy this girl right now.
During the half a year at the inn, A Ming was only in charge of brewing wine most of the time, and rarely even went out. Besides, in this world, after you have solved the problem of eating and drinking, as a person with modern thinking and living habits, you really There is not much consumption demand.
"Nono money? Are you fucking playing with me?"
The middle-aged man pointed directly at A Ming's face and shouted.
Ah Ming nodded, and replied seriously:
"Yes."
The middle-aged man paused, then rolled up his sleeves, and threatened at the same time:
"I think you are courting death!"
This kind of gambler who can even sell his wife and daughter, if you want to say how kind and bloody he is, it would be too nonsense, but bluffing, learning to bluff people like a thug in a gambling shop, it is still possible .
Unfortunately,
He chose the wrong person.
"good."
A Ming stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the middle-aged man's neck.
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 targeted by a gloomy beast.
"Hey, if you want to fight, go fight somewhere else, don't dirty the facade of our Hyena Gang." The porter clasped his hands and shouted.
However,
With a sound of "click",
The concierge froze.
He saw the neck of the middle-aged man who came to sell his daughter, directly in the hands of the acrobat from the Western Regions, showing a terrifying arc fracture that ordinary people could not achieve.
Possibly, even the middle-aged man didn't realize that this strangely dressed guy in front of him really meant to kill as soon as he said it.
He can bluff people, but on the other side, he really knows how to kill, and he deliberately sways in a mule and carriage to kill people while taking advantage of the rain.
Fresh blood began to drip from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Ah Ming withdrew his hand,
The middle-aged man fell to the ground with a "plop", his eyes were wide open, and he had already lost his vitality.
After falling down, his face was very close to the face of his daughter who was also lying on the ground at this time.
The girl's eyes showed a look of horror first, followed by a touch of sadness, but then, she bit her lip, opened her mouth, and began to laugh silently regardless of the rainwater pouring into her mouth.
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 look at each other, is really beautiful.
It's a pity that in this era, there is no camera, and there is no way to make this scene into eternity and keep it as a treasure for slow appreciation.
It's really a bit regrettable.
After looking a few more times,
A Ming came backThe man with the sword.
The man uttered a low shout, raised his sword and stabbed at A Ming.
There was a look of disappointment in Ah Ming's eyes, because the other party's body failed to shine.
The body turned sideways, but his left hand slid all the way along the opponent's sword tip, blood spattered 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 easily opened his mouth, revealing two fangs, leaving his own mark on the opponent's neck like a stapler at a superficial speed.
"Plop."
The sword-bearer fell to the ground, but the sword in his hand was already held by A Ming.
"I've finished playing all the songs, but you haven't finished yet."
Blind Bei's voice reached A Ming's ears, but at this moment, blind Bei was still sitting on the mule cart outside, holding an erhu in his hand.
The power of mental power allows sound transmission through the air and loses technical barriers.
"I remember Erquan Yingyue is quite long." A Ming replied in his heart.
"I forgot the score below."
"All right."
"You picked up the sword?"
"Yes."
"Can you use a sword?"
"Just watch."
"Okay, then I'll pull it again." Blind Bei felt that he had made a big compromise.
"Actually, don't force it, because I don't really want to hear it."
"Don't worry, no one can beat you in the bgm I sent you."
"Okay, you're blind, you talk too much."
After a brief spiritual exchange, the gang rushed over again, and A Ming stood there, not dodging as much as before, because he said he wanted to show his sword skills to the blind man.
"Pfft!"
A member of the gang slashed Ah Ming's shoulder with a knife, and the shoulder muscles contracted to pinch the edge of the knife. The gang member couldn't pull out his own knife.
Ah Ming cut off the opponent's head with a sword strike.
Another member of the gang hacked A Ming's back with an ax from behind. A Ming remained motionless, his upper body twisted, and the blade swept backwards, wiping the opponent's neck. The opponent's neck began to spurt blood, and he fell down. on the ground.
Two gang members holding spears rushed over with their spears together. A Ming still didn't dodge, and the spears pierced into his body.
A Ming's body trembled, he loosened his muscles, and started to move forward, even though there were still two toothpicks strung on his chest, it still didn't matter.
In the blink of an eye, A Ming came in front of these two gang members, who were still holding spears in their hands.
Ah Ming smiled at them, swung his sword down, and directly chopped two of them.
They let go and fell.
A Ming's body began to lean back, and the two spears in his body were used as supports, and they got stuck on the floor tiles. A Ming's body was tilted backwards, but he still held the sword in his hand. Fifteen degrees.
At the same time, he opened the mouth and said:
"How about my sword?"
Outside the yard, Blind Bei put down his erhu silently,
From his pocket, he took out a handkerchief given to him by the wife of the school captain patrolling the city,
Wiping the raindrops from his forehead,
said with emotion:
"It's so cheap. ? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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