Hold the blade tightly (1)

Xiao Gu opened the door and saw a man squatting outside.

The door didn't hit straight, so the man stood up and squeezed in.

"Hey, you ...? "Little words unfinished, bust Leng Xue man broke into the house early.

"What are you doing here again?" Wang Chaofeng behind him exclaimed.

Moo! There was a muffled sound on the cupboard.

"Let's be a knife!" This man has a deep voice.

Small gu turned a look, and the man was in rags, flush with the guardrail on the cabinet. The knives on the stage are wrapped in linen and are long.

"This knife, the trumpet can't afford it." The dynasty was obedient.

Small gu one leng, he came to hengyuan pawnshop soon, but Wang Chaofeng's means are much more seen. Any valuables in his eyes and mouth can always become rags. This kind of refusal to receive goods is really rare.

"Not three hundred and twenty, but two hundred and twenty." The man said, as if he had given in greatly.

Xiao Gu feels even weirder. When things are always in Wang Chaofeng's charge, how to set the price and how to force it?

"Yesterday, Wang said that there were only dozens of ordinary knives, which were Japanese knives, but only two or three." The dynasty gave the man a white look: "Your knife is worth twenty or thirty taels. How can it be worth two hundred and twenty? "

"Don't compare with those mediocre things." The man's voice suddenly grew louder: "This knife is old."

"This is the ring sword of the Han Dynasty." Wang Chaofeng glared: "Thirty taels at most, isn't it appropriate?"

"This knife was used in those days ..." Before the man finished speaking, Wang Chaofeng stopped with a smile: "It was used by your majesty, and now it's worth so much."

The man was stupefied and asked, "Those who are waiting for help, the Spring Festival is coming soon, please be kind ..."

"Come on? This is a pawnshop! "

The man silently grabbed the knife and turned to leave.

"Don't call me heartless, I'll show you the way." Wang Chaofeng rolled his eyes and said, "Try Ru Gui Tower. There are many customers there. Maybe you can get a good price. If not, you can come back. "

The man nodded slightly and left by himself.

Xiao Gu tidied up the door panel and turned to ask, "What knife?"

"Old Dao." Wang Chaofeng's eyes fell on Xiao Gu's left face, where there was a black and white scar. He quietly moved his eyes: "Yesterday you were away, this fellow came to pester him, and this time he came again, sending him back to his hometown to find a nail and let him give up." You may be pawned if you come back tomorrow. "

"How much is that knife worth?"

"The knife is old and heavy." The dynasty said, "The past events of the Han Dynasty, knife rest and grain, are not like wild roads. Eighty percent belong to the palace or the official family, and 262 is still worth it. "

"What about you ...? "Little gu was surprised. According to the rules of pawn shops, the price of collateral is about 50% of the value of the items kept.

"As far as the town is concerned, I have a pawnshop in Hengyuan, and the merchants outside have no mind's eye. They didn't want to give this vulgar knife, and the man was in a hurry to use money. This business is not profitable, and you are still willing to be the shopkeeper. If you can't redeem it at maturity, you're dead. You can't buy a treasure knife without four or five hundred taels. "

"Is there a knife carving?"

"Maybe, but it went well." "Did you see that knife?" Wang Chao asked in amazement.

"guess." Xiao Gu smiled apologetically: "Didn't Lao Dao pay attention to a knife carving?"

The dynasty frowned. The knife is heavy, but it is easy for one person to hold it with one hand. A savage has such strength? He suddenly remembered something, went into the back room and took out an old iron box.

That's the box for storing posters.

In the thick list, Wang Chaofeng rummaged for a while, suddenly pulled out one and stopped clapping: "It's him!

Little Gu leaned away, and it was a reward list, yellow and tattered. There was a recognizable year number below, which turned out to be fifteen years ago, and it was signed as "The punishments always catch willow".

"The sinner Nangong ..." Only the surname and the first name are Kong, and the painted weapons are clearly identifiable. It's a ring-shaped knife with an inscription on the blade near the handle, but hurry! Xiao gu is cold.

"That fellow is quick, and there is no me in the Nangong." Wang Chaofeng eyes a bright.

"Report to the official?"

"The shopkeeper has been looking for him for many years." Wang Chaofeng shook his head and stopped Xiao Gu: "Report to the shopkeeper first, and then make a decision."

The weather is gloomy and cold as a knife.

I will be 30 years old in nine days. Although the town was often invaded by pirates, it did not fall after all. On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, as the New Year approaches, every household begins to prepare items for the kitchen sacrifice. There is a niche to worship the idol of the kitchen god, and there is no niche to directly stick the idol on the wall. In order to succeed in the coming year, many people still stick their grandmothers on the kitchen god.

This man has been in the old Panasonic for more than half an hour. His body is white and his hair is stained by snow. Passers-by pass by intermittently, and few people beat him.

When his foot lost consciousness, the man forgot to stamp his foot, and only one thought kept repeating: "Does anyone recognize him?" 15 years ago, one after another, he was cornered and uneasy.

Endless nightmares are unforgettable. He is indecisive.

The sound of the piano is sad and the ear rings again. He gritted his teeth and walked home.

Sandals have been trampled, the snow rattles, and the footprints of different shades are generally different in width.

On the east corner, two policemen are coming out laughing.

The man's face changed, disappeared into the alley and walked outside the city.

It stopped snowing in Beicun in Youshi.

When I first arrived at the village entrance, I heard the piano all the time, like crying.

The man stopped.

The day before yesterday, Lao Zhang married his daughter next door and met a pirate on the way. His son-in-law was killed and his daughter Mulan was captured. The pirates left a message and raised 220 redeemer in four days.

The local people all know that the pirates in Evil Shark Village are powerful, and they will not redeem them when they expire. The hostages were thrown into the sea to feed the sharks. Lao Zhang's father-daughter restaurant makes a living by singing. How can he be in a hurry? I beg you to tell me that Lao Zhang died when the milk was only fifty taels. After being rescued, he didn't eat or drink, just played the piano.

The man walked home slowly and missed the door. A man came out of Xieci and shouted, "Gong San, I've been looking for you all day."

Seeing that it was Niu Er from the same village, the man asked, "What is it?"

"Lao Zhang is looking for you." Niu Erdao: "He is in a hurry, let you see him as soon as possible."

The red candle is dark and the piano is heavy.

Seeing that Niu Er had left, Lao Zhang put down the Hu Qin, stood up trembling and bowed to the ground: "Gong Ye."

Gong San lost his linen bag and bent down to help him. Lao Zhang can't bend his knees, so he bends down.

"Please help Mulan." Lao Zhang burst into tears: "Don't think that she saved you that year, but also look at her neighbors in the countryside for fifteen years. Please help her. "

"What is this?" Gong: "Mulan is like my niece. Can I be saved from destruction?"

"Gong Ye, you are a capable person." Lao Zhang's hand was black and blue, holding Gong San's cuff like a drowning man fishing for straw: "With this, I will feel at ease."

Miyazo comforted a few words, picked up the linen bag and went home.

The yard is quite wide, with an old well and a millstone beside it.

Palace lantern at three o'clock, came to the courtyard on the left side of the hut, trance pushed open the door.

By candlelight, the old case cracked and accumulated dust. More than a dozen memorial tablets, standing quietly, gloomy as charm.

Miyazo stared for a long time and put down the lantern.

"When Mulan saved me, Lao Zhang asked me to stay here and want to be a knife ..." He knelt down and kowtowed for more than a hundred years, and looked up and said, "Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Second Brother, Little Tiger, Little Tiger ... Don't blame me."

Between my hair, the snow became muddy and rolled down my cheeks.

The piano is playing again. Gouge out your heart and cut the meat.

Gong San took the lantern, poured water into the bucket next to the millstone, and tore open the linen bag.

The knife in hand is terrible.

Miyazo murmured, "Old chap, I have wronged you for so many years."

The piano sounded low, so he scooped water to sharpen his knife.

Hey ... There's a spark on the millstone.

"Dad, why did you sharpen your knife and kill the wicked?" A five-year-old tiger is like a spark.

When the fire goes out, the piano mourns.

Gong San scooped up the water and ran it over again.

Sparks continue to rise. Rainy hoofbeats, bloody knives, thunderous cheers, and whistling in the ear.

The fire fell quietly, and the sound of the piano was sparse.

Palace triple sound force, push knife three grinding.

Cold shadows, white fog rising between knives and stones, just like snow fifteen years ago.

"Stop being a knight!" The wail of my father on his deathbed exploded in my ear through the turbulence of time, and my three hands trembled, and the knife fell into the bucket, stirring up half a curtain of water.

Chord incisively and vividly, endless sorrow and joy.

Miyazo reached for the knife, adjusted the angle and pushed the knife slowly.

Push. Knives and stones are sharpened, and sweat becomes smoke; Push again, white and beautiful, and the knife is as light as water; Three pushes, time goes against the current, and red snow is everywhere.

Miyazo closed his eyes and pushed the knife.

Chanting with a knife. Like a tiger in a barren mountain, roaring against the wind.

It is burning us like a dark fire.

Hot knife, burning hands, heartburn, burning blood.

I wonder how long it has been grinding. It seems like an instant, and it seems like a hundred years.

Miyazo stopped and opened his eyes.

Blade is better than snow!

The next day. Go home.

It's only early in the morning, and the spacious inner hall is crowded, full of nine points.

No one paid attention to Gong San in front of the door, but everyone paid attention and talked around a black man in the hall. The man has leopard eyes and a powerful brow, like a man used to giving orders.

As soon as I caught a glimpse of the broadsword on the man's desk, I took two shallow steps and listened attentively.

"Hundreds of adults, who moved the soldiers?" Asked a squire.

"I received a newspaper yesterday, and the evil village shipped giant candles from Fusang." The man in black frowned and said, "I don't want to be in the middle of the encirclement at night, so I lost many brothers!" " "

There was an uproar in the seat: "What should I do?"

In the crowd, fear is flowing. Pirates have been everywhere since North Korea issued a ban on the sea, and there are even rumors that Evil Shark Village has a close relationship with Japanese pirates. At the moment, the words of the men in black prove that they are not far off the mark.

The Hong merchants made up their minds and left when they were full. Business is bad, and the snowy road is difficult to do, but Bidiu has always been strong, right? The local gentry looked pale, and all their family and friends were there. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, why do you want to go out and flee when you are married and take your children? If you don't escape, you will donate money and food to the officers and men on weekdays, and the pirates will never spare their lives.

They were frightened, whispering and thinking of a way out.

As soon as the men in black struck the table, the urn said, "Don't worry, there are powerful people coming today, and fresh troops will follow. Lian Kui, I'm here to meet someone. "

Everyone is asking about this name, but even the chief said that he would see it with his own eyes before long. They were helpless and had to wait for the wine. I don't understand this time, and I can't feel at ease when I go home.

"Guest, would you like some wine?" Xiao Er caught a glimpse of Gong San and came to greet him. He was dressed in rags and looked very perfunctory.

Miyazo looked around and asked in a low voice, "Boss, can anyone buy a knife?"

"Buy a knife? Go, go somewhere else. Early in the morning, what's wrong? " Xiao er is impatient and drinks low. If he hadn't been afraid to disturb the diners' interest, he would have pushed people.

In a trance, the piano began to play again, and the palace looked up and shouted, "You know your family by selling goods. I have heard about it for a long time, but no one knows the knife? "

The bartender was about to drive him away when someone shouted, "Bring me a knife and let me have a look!" " "

Xiao er looked back and found that it was Lian Kui. He shut up and bowed to apologize, but he didn't forget to stare at Gong San.

Miyazo slowly went inward and untied his sword.

Standing close, the whole body is fierce, and the chicken skin suddenly grows, such as snow and ice pouring down.

Lian Kui's eyes lit up.

The knife is single-edged, with thick ridge and iron ring handle, and its style is rough. The blade nearly four feet is simple, narrow and straight, bright and cold.

Lian Kui received the knife, and his right wrist was slightly painful, so he could not bear the heavy knife at will. He pulled out the broadsword on the table and compared it with the ring sword. Bright and bright knife, thicker than shoulder, solidified the first knife, giving birth to the brittleness of silver-like wax spear head.

Gong San thought Lian Kui wanted a double-edged sword. He quickly said, "The adult's broadsword is under Wei's military control and should not be broken."

Hearing this, the guests all burst into laughter.

Lian Kuiben had no intention of this. After listening to his words, he was so strong that he said, "You don't have to pay the discount, and it's not my fault if it breaks." Afraid that he would go back on his word, he said that when he spoke, his right hand and left hand struck hard.

Kaka is crunchy, and the curved edge of the waist knife has a gap half a finger wide. Ring sword is not unusual.

Everyone froze and forgot to say anything.

Lian Kui didn't care, but praised: "Good Dao. It's a pity that our teacher is not here, otherwise we will know the sharpness without damaging the knife. "

He put down his broadsword, grabbed the ring-headed knife attentively, got up and slashed, and the wind roared. People around us are all ashen, afraid that the knife will be blind and spilled on themselves.

Lian Kui made a few moves, closed the knife and asked, "What's the price?"

"Two hundred and twenty." Miyazo looked down and said.

The gentry and businessmen were in an uproar. This man is probably crazy and poor!

220? At the current price, you can buy 400 stone rice, enough for one person to eat for 50 years, and you can buy four ordinary houses.

Is this knife made of pure gold?

Lian Kui looked at the knife and then at Gong San: "In Lian's opinion, this knife is worth 50 taels. Tell me where the other 150 is? "

He handed the knife back: "Tell me the truth. If you can't tell me, you can sell it to me for 520 pieces of silver. "

They raised their necks to see jokes.

"Knife, to cut for work. The stubborn iron is weak by the magic weapon, with the sum of fire and water, five fine pottery, the sum of yin and yang, and the sum of rigidity and softness. " Gong San scanned the crowd, holding a knife in his right hand and sliding his left hand along the back of the knife, and his figure stood up unconsciously: "As the ancients said, a swift horse is a light knife. In fact, it is a great fallacy to kill the enemy with a heavy knife. The back of the knife is very thick, and it gradually becomes thinner from the bottom to the tip. The ridges on both sides are high, and if it is stabbed, the blade is thin and the weight is appropriate. It can cut a fine gap without losing hair and the firmness is unchanged. I'd like to discuss the price. This knife is more than 200 yuan? "

Smell speech, four people were shocked. People who want to see jokes are silent, but they look at the ring knife again, thinking about words, and may think that there are more than 220 knives.

"What's a person's name and where does he live?" Lian Kui was impressed by the heroism of the palace: "Is such a good Dao really willing to change hands?"

"Komiya three. Jubei Village. " Gong San answered half a sentence, bent over again, and looked down at the knife reluctantly.

Lian Kui has been in the army for many years and recruited Brightheart for a living. He understands that a good knife needs people to use it. I was waiting for the noise to attract me, but I heard the sound of hooves in the distance, which rang in my ear for a while like thunder.

Everyone was shocked and rode a bike in the snow so fast.

Lian Kui's eyes flashed with fire: "He's coming, he's coming ..."

The words did not fall, and people have jumped out of the door.

Everyone in the seat froze, and immediately understood that it was the powerful man who came. They left their seats one after another, regardless of the tilted tables and stools, and the tide surged out and took the palace away.

The sky in the west is gray, and the snow has been falling on the roadside, revealing rugged branches and a few green needles.

Walking in the wind, the earth trembled and the snow shattered into white.

In the breathing room, the mount has arrived, and the dark horse hissed and stamped its feet in place, and white smoke spewed from its nose and mouth and suddenly stopped.

As soon as the rider raised his hand, he took off his snow hat and cloak and showed his strength.

Everyone can see clearly that people are all eagle-eyed lions with noses, wide square faces, eight swords at their waist, six boots at their feet, and scattered swords hanging around their waist, showing wealth and grace everywhere.

"Lujia people!" Gong San saw that the Eight Swords changed color and bowed their heads, hiding behind people.

Lian Kui stepped forward, exchanged a few pleasantries and shouted, "This is the new conductor, Master Lu Ganlong." The condescending thing ranks fourth, two levels bigger than Lian Kui.

Cheers were high. Anyone who walks the Jianghu has never heard of the name Lu Ganlong. He is the son-in-law of the late Wulin League leader Zheng. He is a clever swordsman and seldom meets his opponent. Some people even think that his swordsmanship has surpassed the first sword in the Jianghu-the sword king. Some Jianghu people wonder that at the beginning of the establishment of the Wulin League Leader, he made an agreement that his disciples were not allowed to serve in the court. He didn't want to be immortal for half a year, so he changed his mind.

Liu Ganlong turned over and dismounted, bending with his left palm and right fist, and saluting with his fuels. The owners secretly praised the propriety of the ceremony. Some people don't know what it means to be brave and not to be chaotic, and what it means to be brave and not to be forbidden, just to reciprocate at random.

The gentry shouted anxiously, "Lord Lu, when can we drive the pirates out?"

"Lou's adult, evil dumpling village brought countless giant candles. What do you want to do? "

In the past six months, pirates have been rampant. Four or five brides have been robbed in these days alone. As for the number of casualties, many people were robbed of money. The squires have given up hope of killing all pirates, but they are content not to hurt themselves.

"Don't panic, everyone, add 600 foot soldiers and arrive in a few days." Lu Ganlong waved and said, "Lu will kill the pirates."

They exulted for a long time before Liu Ganlong felt at home. The host and guest were seated, and even Wei Xiao thought of Gong San, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Ring sword?" Look at Liu Ganlong carefully, there is a crack in the waist knife.

Lian Kui was beside her, staring at the scar on her left wrist, her eyes narrowing slightly and thoughtfully.

Shortly after Lian and Lu left, an old man walked into his home. Xiao er saw that his hair was gray and his back was straight, so he hurried forward to say hello.

The old man ordered a bowl of wine and a plate of peanuts and drank it slowly.

People in the shop are not interested in discussing whether the ring Dao is worth 220.

The old man called Xiao er, dipped his chopsticks in wine and drew a few strokes on the table: "Is that the knife like this?"

Xiao er saw that his paintings were realistic and wondered, "How do you know?"

The old man nodded, didn't drink all the wine, got up and paid the bill, asking about the pawnshop and the way to Beicun.

Xiao er didn't give him a reward when he saw that there was only a small ingot of broken silver in the bag. He was contemptuous and casually stated his position.

The old man didn't care and left in a hurry.