In the early morning, there is no fog, and the thin frost is blue and white.

An old man with a short collar came from the tile under Zhong'an Bridge, carrying a dry tobacco pole, spitting out a cigarette ring, sat outside a breakfast restaurant, and ordered a lot of Lin'an snacks.

I asked for a pot of old wine again.

Drinking early in the morning is really a meaning.

It was the time for breakfast, and the snack shop was crowded with people. They sat for seven or eight tables. The crowds each occupied one table, and the few people were the table.

As Kyoto, Lin'an has many officials.

What followed was the various favored guests who were scattered by the officials and families. Maybe they would just come out from that corner, and maybe they would know a certain minister of the minister and minister.

In addition to these people, there are also many psychopathic land snakes in Lin'an.

At this moment, a pinch was sat outside the snack shop.

They all look in their early thirties, dressed up in short collars, and behave roughly. At first glance, they are rogues who lick blood from the blade.

A scar-faced man said while eating fried dough sticks: "Brothers, do you see if the fight will start this time? The prince of Yue's family led 30,000 strong winds to the south, and there was a tiger-fanged iron bench followed by, and he was very stance."

The man who started to attack snore soy milk and muttered, "Stop teasing, how can you?"

Scarface thoughtfully, "I can't figure it out if I hit it, but there is one thing the prince of the Yue family will definitely do, which is to carry a gun and stab the boy at Xizhao Mountain in countless transparent holes."

Another man with weak figure and blue eyes smiled slutty, "That kid is making a fortune. Princess, that is a beautiful lady with Daliang who is as famous as His Majesty. She actually warmed the bed for so many days for this kid. It feels so exciting to think about it."

Scarface also smiled lewdly, "It's so fucking enviable. Think about the princess's waist, butt, and breasts, it's simply the best. If I could fight every night, I would rather live twenty years less. That boy would definitely walk weakly now."

The man who drank soy milk raised his head and looked at the old man with a short collar next to him. After noticing the embroidered spring knife by his waist, his face changed and immediately said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense!"

After saying that, he winked at this side.

The few people were also surprised and immediately restrained themselves a lot, talking about the heroic legends of the prince of the Yue family.

Especially when it comes to the battle in Yanzhou in the past, Xu Xiaolan, an old man from the Ministry of War, blocked three hundred armored soldiers with a sword in the Lancang River. After he obtained the fighter opportunity for the prince, the prince's god descended to earth and his gun was like a dragon.

These people were so swearing.

It's like invincible in the world.

The admiration and admiration on his face come from the heart - from the Daliang court to the people, no matter whether the prince of the Yue family has rebelled over the years, who doesn't really admire this northern hidden emperor?

Scarface finally sighed and said in admiration: "I think there is really no one in this world who can fight with the prince of Yue's family without losing." After pausing, he suddenly remembered something and said in a low voice: "Have you heard of it? It is said that this Yanyun War, the Guanyucheng has a personal immortal. The sword of the river comes from the sky, which is so powerful that it is unreasonable."

The man who drank soy milk looked a little disdainful, "I heard that, this must be a boast. Who can really hang Tianhe with one sword? You know, in the battle of Yanzhou, I had an uncle under the prince's command, but I witnessed it with my own eyes. When the prince fired his gun, he would thunder and thunder. The lightning lingered in the lightning, it seemed that there was an immortal who followed the magic. I see, no one in this world is the enemy of the prince of Yue's family who shot one shot."

The eyes are full of brilliance.

"I really want to follow the prince of the Yue family to kill all the Northern Barbarians. Unfortunately, my uncle returned to his hometown after being injured. I can't let my nephew follow him to join the army."

All are gossips about human affairs.

The old man with short collar finished his breakfast meal slowly and carefully sipped his last sip of wine. He wiped his mouth with his short collar sleeves and took out a dry tobacco rod from his arms. He found that there were no tobacco lines, and he was not in a hurry to fill it. He looked at the people with a slutty smile, "I heard you, the prince of the Yue family is very powerful, why do I feel it is so good?"

Scar face glared at him. If he hadn't seen an embroidered sword beside the old man's waist, he would have been furious. "You old man, you don't even know Prince Yue's divine power, and you'll live in vain."

The old man with short collar smiled, "I know the prince of Yue's family, but I really didn't see the power of the gods."

The man who drinks soy milk should be cautious and whispered: "That's because you're blind."

The old man with short collar said, and murmured to meet him.

Immediately, I looked at the few people with a look of Qiyi, "Have you ever heard that someone had fought with Yue Pingchuan for three days and three nights? Well, he was a man named Tie, very powerful, um, yes, that person is me."

Several people laughed at each other.

This old man is afraid he is crazy, and he can fight with the prince of Yue for three days and three nights, and even brags must be made.

The man who drinks soy milk is much more cautious in nature, shook his head, "I have never heard of it."

The old man with short collar was disappointed, shook his head and said it was boring, but then he still smiled obscenely, "You said that Princess Yue came to the door and asked the boy to take him to the boy. I'm very happy, but you said that the boy could not catch Prince Yue's shot, and I'm unhappy."

Also, what if the boy really likes her, what if she really becomes the boy's wife in the future, so you can't desecrate the princess.

It doesn't work even if you say it.

The old man with a short collar smiled obscenely.

Press the knife.

Several men were shocked and thought he was going to use the knife, so they fucked the guys and stood up to fight back. However, they saw that the old man had no movement after pressing the knife. They shook their heads, turned around and walked slowly into the long street.

Left a few people looked at each other.

I had to sit down again cursing and pretend to be a slut. People from Shu ran to Lin'an to pretend to be a great god. Next time I meet you, I will let you leave sideways.

The swear words that cursed my father, mother, and ancestors stopped.

The table sitting around suddenly shattered.

It was extremely broken, and more than a dozen pieces collapsed all over the ground, mixed with bowls, chopsticks, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and the ground was messy.

Several people were surprised at first.

After a closer look, my skin suddenly had goose bumps.

Although the dozens of table fragments are messy, when you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the fragments are square and neat, exactly the same size, all made of knife chops, and the cuts are as flat as mirrors, without any slight shavings.

It is natural, as if it was pieced together like this.

What kind of knife technique is this?

A few people looked at you and looked at you again. The old man with short collars had long disappeared, but he still felt cold all over, and he felt a fear of having been walking around the gates of hell.

Can this knife stop people?

Several people looked at each other, threw down a copper coin, turned around and left in a hurry, fearing that the old man was still not satisfied and came back to press the knife again.

It's so scary.

The old man with short collar who was leaving was walking on the long street, heading towards Xizhao Mountain, filling in tobacco and sighing.

Is it because you, Yue Pingchuan, is it because I can’t hold the knife?
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