Wherever there are people, there are transactions. Even knights who roam the world and claim to be free will always have to deal with businessmen.
Sometimes it's for a meal and a few taels of silver, sometimes it's for a handy weapon.
Although swords and swords are said to be bestowed upon others, gifting them to others is considered a privilege and good news. Giving a sword to a hero is an inevitable plot in all chivalrous stories.
However, if no one buys or sells, wouldn't the blacksmiths lose their source of livelihood?
It is said that most of the many magical weapons that the Golden Forger has created in his life are for sale, not as gifts to heroes and heroes as everyone thinks.
Even the greatest swordsmith in the world, who regards his work as his child, thinks so, and buying and selling weapons can only be shamefully limited.
Being cold-faced, he is one of the brokers who walks around in the world, is looked down upon by the heroes, and is only interested in profit.
The only difference between him and others is that others sell weapons and elixirs, while Leng Miansheng introduces various kinds of force to his customers.
He introduced various killers to others, and also introduced many businesses to killers.
Therefore, some people say that half of the vendettas in this arena were introduced or instigated by him.
Leng Miansheng is such a ruthless character who makes people hate talking about him, but he can't sleep when he is thinking about him.
At this moment, Ren Qi, led by Xiang Guang, went to find this snake-like broker.
"That bastard gave me eighty dollars."
Xiang Guang was indignant, "Just for this little money, I came here, even the travel expenses are enough."
"Kill me, maybe you can serve the court again?" Ren Qi gave him a sideways look.
"Of course I..."
Xiang Guang squeezed out a smile and whispered: "Actually, as long as you are willing, sir, with a wave of your hand and planting a flag wherever you want, no matter whether it is the old troops in Yujing or those who admire me, they will rush to you. Only the adults are following the lead.”
Ren Qi smiled, "Just like you?"
"Of course it's different!"
Xiang Guang said seriously: "They only know how to follow the crowd, but my subordinates really admire and love you! Your demeanor and courage will be unforgettable to your subordinates just by looking at it.
The respect my subordinates have for you can be described as..."
"Okay!"
Ren Qi interrupted him coldly, "We are not in the Forbidden Palace now, so we can put away those flattering words."
"Yes."
Xiang Guang stopped and slowly talked about things related to the cold-faced guest.
"That bastard must have found at least a few hundred people. In fact, most of the cavalry team just now came from Hedong, and there were also some prairie people mixed in. Anyway, it was a mixed bag.
In addition to those of us who were recruited by him and the lama, he also had nearly fifty people with him. Those people seemed to be his bodyguards. They were all tall and powerful, equipped with fine iron swords. Look, Everyone looks like a master. ”
"Master?"
Ren Qi sneered, "Doesn't that mean I didn't find the wrong person?"
"But actually."
Xiang Guang whispered: "Sir, if we want to go to the Immortal Palace, we don't need to go through the cold hands. After all, that guy is really dangerous."
"Do you think the Immortal City is there and we can just go and get it if we can see it?"
Ren Qi sneered, "Immortal palace? According to me, it's just a bunch of messy people who don't dare to face death.
Immortality? For these people who are like rotten wood, they may look shiny on the outside, but they are already rotten and smelly on the inside. Isn’t it torture for them to live one more day in this world? ”
"Your Majesty is absolutely right." Xiang Guang nodded repeatedly.
However, Zhao Qian put forward her own opinion, "After all, they are called immortal masters by others. Many people worship and respect them as immortals. Will such people be related to Kuchiki?"
"Why do you think others regard them as immortals?"
Ren Qi became even more disdainful, "Isn't it because they live longer than others?"
"My subordinates believe that living a long life is a good thing." Xiang Guang tried his best to keep his voice low.
Zhao Qian also feels the same way. After all, longevity is the best wish for a person.
"For an ordinary person, living a long life may not be a bad thing. Although he is limited by the weakening of body functions, his legs and feet have become slower, his eyes cannot see clearly, and his tongue's perception of taste has become weaker, but He is alive after all, isn't he?
Every extra day he lives in this world is earned, because life doesn't have much specific meaning to him.
It is not difficult for a monk or Qi practitioner to live more than a hundred years.
But if when he reaches this age, what he does is not as good as those who died in his fifties or sixties, or there is no difference at all, wouldn't it make him look very incompetent and stupid?
If such a person lives for such a long time, what is the difference between him and a turtle? Is it true that people are great only because they live long”
Zhao Qian was stunned and thoughtful, "But Peng Zu lived a long time. It is said that he lived to be eight hundred years old, so he was respected and worshiped by others."
"Then besides living to be eight hundred years old and therefore often being feted by the emperor, is there anything else that is praised by others?"
When Ren Qi asked this question, Zhao Qian was stunned.
Because she really couldn't think of any other deeds of Peng Zu, except for his health regimen that was sought after by the world.
Ren Qi ignored her and just continued: "I have gained a lot of knowledge from the friends who followed me. I have also seen things that I didn't believe in or had never seen before.
However, precisely because I have seen a lot of things, I also feel that the so-called saints and immortals are just something different from us.
They always say that mortals are like insects that live and die, and they are unclear. However, these people have lived for a hundred or hundreds of years, and they still have to fight with our swords. What we have not accomplished, they cannot do, and what we have accomplished , they actually just did the same thing.
So, isn't this so-called longevity just something superfluous? ”
"Sir, your words are more and more thought-provoking." Xiang Guang said seriously.
Even Zhao Qian couldn't help but lower her head and start thinking. She was thinking about the meaning of Ren Qi's words, and she seemed to be very serious.
She murmured: "If everyone understood this truth and did more things in their limited life instead of pursuing a long life, maybe Xiandu would not exist at all."
"There are bedbugs in the world."
After Ren Qi finished speaking, he kicked his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse staggered and started running again.
This also urged Xiang Guang to move forward. He knew the temper of his boss, and his slow speech just now had exhausted his patience for the day.
If I didn't bring him to Leng Miansheng quickly, I'm afraid he would also be chopped down by Ren Qi.
So Xiang Guang just kept urging the horse.
Fortunately, Leng Miansheng settled down, and the place where everyone gathered was only ten miles away from here, not that far away.
After a while, they saw the lonely hut on the snowy field, with woods on both sides.
It is not difficult to imagine that there are probably many people hiding in the woods at this time, waiting for their arrival.
After all, most of the riders from the previous team survived, which was enough for Leng Miansheng to receive the news.
Even though he was vaguely aware of this situation, Ren Qi ignored them. He did not slow down at all, but urged the horse forward, and soon he arrived in front of the cabin. The aroma and heat of wine and meat came from inside.
"This guy is so arrogant. He was eating meat and drinking wine while he waited for us to come." Xiang Guang was indignant.
"In my opinion, he is very polite."
Ren Qi dismounted, "After all, he prepared wine and meat to entertain us."
Zhao Qian and Xiang Guang looked at each other and saw Ren Qiyi immediately opened the curtain and entered, so they could only follow behind.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with only a table, a few stools, and a copper pot on a charcoal stove. The almost brown broth is boiling in it, and white smoke is floating out.
The cold-faced student looks no different from the scholar in the old days. He wears a long gown, looks fair, thin, and has a graceful appearance. In the past, this was the most classic image of a young man in folklore.
With his appearance, it is difficult for people to associate him with the cruel and profit-seeking brokers in the world.
Behind him, stood four swordsmen, each of whom looked extremely tough, with hostility in their eyes.
Coupled with his cold-faced image and work, this makes him more like a strategist from the Warring States Period.
Ren Qi didn't say hello to him, but saw a few sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table and sat down unceremoniously.
He was cold-faced and didn't speak, just smiled.
Ren Qi put his chopsticks into the pot, picked out a piece of muscle, put it into his mouth while smoking, and chewed it. He also took the cold wine on the side, poured a sip into his mouth, and sent the meat down, his throat gushing. Move.
Looking at this scene, Xiang Guang felt cold in his heart. He didn't know if the wine and meat were poisonous, so Ren Qi started eating and drinking there.
However, Zhao Qian followed suit and took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, put a piece of green vegetable in it, rinsed it, and ate it raw.
Gradually, as Ren Qi kept moving his chopsticks, Xiang Guang no longer cared about whether it was poisonous or not, and he sat down to eat.
After a while, after sweeping the pot clean, Ren Qi put down the bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth.
"How many people did you find to deal with me?"
"Does Commander Ren care about the number of people coming?"
The cold voice was not deep, but had a unique magnetism.
"Just a casual question."
Ren Qi put the wine glass aside, Xiang Guang immediately stood up, poured him wine respectfully, and then kept holding the wine bottle and never sat down again.
"He took my money and now he's here pouring you wine."
With a cold smile, "If that's the case, wouldn't I spend money to buy my discomfort?"
"You're just a fang."
Ren Qi twirled the wine glass, "When someone gives you a hundred yuan, you usually swallow 60% of it yourself first, and then you bargain with the unlucky guy and squeeze out more oil and water from the stone before you are willing to accept it."
"Him."
Ren Qi was referring to Xiang Guang, "You only received a small amount of money, and you can still ride a horse to kill me. You have done your duty by showing the knife. There is nothing to complain about."
"I have no objection to what Commander Ren said."
There is always a chill in his cold smile, which makes people believe that it would be better for him not to smile, but he always wears that smile all the time. He is obviously very polite, but it is annoying to look at. To be close to him is to feel extra alienated.
"I have to go to Xiandu, and no one can stop me."
"No matter where Commander Ren goes, no one else dares to stop you."
He smiled coldly and said: "Because I can't stop you, especially since Commander Ren has taken another step forward in martial arts. After even the North Wulin myth and the North Spear Saint Bai Ruo died in your hands, how can anyone in the world stop Commander Ren?" I’m afraid it’s less than three fingers.”
"Three fingers? That's an exaggeration."
Ren Qi snorted coldly, "There are many old monsters in the Great Inner Forbidden Palace."
"But this is not the Forbidden City, isn't it?"
"Yes, so no one here is destined to be able to stop me."
The cold-faced student was not angry when he heard this arrogant and arrogant speech, but just opened the fan with a snap.
The white paper fan he held had a scene of two swordsmen fighting on it. As the fan slowly unfolded, it looked like a comic strip, lifelike.
"Good painter." Ren Qi said.
"This was painted by a Western painter. I gave him sixty silver dollars and spent three days painting it."
"Worth it."
Ren Qi nodded and said: "The movements on this fan imply the principles of swordsmanship and are in line with the movement and structure of the human body. Westerners' concepts in martial arts are clearer and more powerful than ours.
It's much better than those half-buckets of water that the master said are in the clouds and go around and around. They are always hidden and tucked away, not straightforward.
As for the Western approach, at least it can make people understand and teach them real things. ”
"Who says it's not?"
He smiled coldly and said, "When I became a master, I spent a lot of effort, but in the end, after three years of training, I could only stand and stand.
Three more years later, when I was serving tea and water, he only taught me three tricks, which were the same over and over again. ”
"So you stopped practicing martial arts later?"
The cold-faced student held the fan in his hand and said calmly: "I won't practice anymore. Maybe I can't calm down, or maybe I'm not qualified enough and I'm careless when I meet people.
Anyway, I finally understood that instead of practicing on my own, it is better to wait for others to practice and ask them to use it for me. ”
"You are a smart man."
Ren Qi sneered: "Instead of practicing by yourself, why not ask others to practice? Just like the dignitaries don't need to practice martial arts by themselves, as long as they can give orders, it's enough. When they say something, our masters will run like dogs. Just for their orders.”
"Alas, don't people in this world only live for a few taels of silver?"
The cold face couldn't help but shook his head, "A penny can't help a hero."
"That's why there are so many so-called heroes and reckless people gathered here."
Ren Qi didn't need to look out the window to hear footsteps in the woods outside. There might be hundreds of people in total.
Such a large battle can only be accomplished by a cold face. You must know that those famous sects often cannot gather so many people.
"So after you received the money, you planned to take the matter to the end?"
"Of course."
The cold face showed a bright and warm smile, "This is my principle, collect people's money and eliminate disasters." (End of Chapter)