The old man pressed the blade against the neck of the eldest son of the Deng family, and his old face smiled freely;

Nan Ke stood alone in the open space, looking at what was happening in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

When the atmosphere has reached its peak, I am afraid that these two people who can smile from the bottom of their hearts are the only ones who do not belong to the Deng family.

The old butler was sitting on the threshold tremblingly. He used to sit like this to relieve his breath, but now he was pressed by the atmosphere and his legs were a little weak and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

Several guards who survived by chance were now in a stalemate, and they were not leaving. If they didn't leave, they were so panicked that they even wanted the blade to fall down quickly, so that they would not suffer together.

But the most painful thing is the "bodyguards" dressed in the martyrs who stood at the door of the yard.

The so-called people in the martial arts world are actually a group of vagrants who neither produce nor farm. Their family conditions are better, but they can truly experience the ability to lead a horse to the end of the world with a sword.

If the family conditions or luck are not good, in the process of exploring the world, the most important thing is not to do something to be a hero and avenge your grudges, but to find a job.

And what can a group of people who only know how to fight?

In addition to being a bodyguard, it means acting as a thug. To put it bluntly, in this era background, the so-called world is just the Black Snake Association of the era where Nan Ke was located.

If you want to eat this food well, relying on the land is a reputation. If your reputation is not good, your employer will definitely not choose you when choosing someone.

When these people from the world were taking on work, they asked someone to make notarization. The eldest son of the Deng family might be careless in other aspects, but in this way, they are so ruthless.

If Mr. Deng had been cut off from their noses, their reputation would have been bad if it was spread. After all, no one would spend money to buy decorations.

The man holding the mace was a strong man. He wore a linen vest in late autumn. Two muscle-filled elbows were exposed, and a layer of fine hair like weeds was covered with hair.

He glanced at Mr. Deng, his cheeks bulged, his mace turned in his hand, and was moved to the front of his body. He raised his foot and walked forward two steps, muttering:

"Why are you still standing there? Waiting for someone to be killed before going to take revenge?"

The eagle-clawed man in front took a step to the side, blocking the strong man's way. His two deep-sleeping eyes glanced, "Be careful."

The strong man paused, as if he was a little afraid of the eagle-clawed man, but he still whispered: "Eagle-Lao San, I have heard of you and are very famous, but today I will see it.

I won’t talk about your skills for now, but I’m very brave. I think you might as well change your surname. I think you’re called Mo Lao San. How about it? Does it sound like his name?”

The third eagle was not angry and said gloomy: "You want to die, I won't stop you. Wait until this door is out. Even if you go directly to the yamen to rob, it's your own business.

But now, we are still on the same boat. If you want to tear the boat, don’t blame me for not following the rules.”

"Hey."

The strong man sneered, but did not step over, but pursed his lips:

"What are you afraid of?

The old man looked amazing, but he had just had a fight with the group of guards before. Now we are rushing forward and can't say we can take it down.

You, Ying San, have a veteran experience. You have made a lot of money over the years. We individuals still have to make a living. If this title is ruined, would you start again?"

After saying that,

The strong man looked at the other people.

"Although everyone has never met before, I have figured out your identities. They are all well-known figures in the capital here. Why are they all scared?"

The other people glanced at the strong man without saying a word.

On the contrary, Takashi took a breath again, "You came late, I'm afraid you don't know something."

"What's the matter?"

The strong man seemed to realize that something was wrong now. He could understand that a person was timid, but this group of people were neatly timid, so there was obviously something wrong.

"That old man..." Ying San looked over, and his throat tube squirmed, "It's the eighth grade."

"Eighth grade?"

The strong man was shocked and looked at the old man. Although he was a little thin, the black gold sword seemed to be of great weight. He could hold it with one hand for so long and remained motionless. He might not be able to do this body of tendons.

"This is a special lady, this Mr. Deng is cheating people!" The strong man glared at Mr. Deng fiercely, looked around and said strangely: "Did you know it before?"

Ying San nodded.

The strong man immediately didn't understand, "You all know that you haven't left yet? Could it be that you still want to find a way out under the eighth-rank master?"

“That’s our people.”

"Our people?" The strong man smiled angrily, raised his hand and wanted to point to the old man, but he was stunned when he raised his hand, but he was embarrassed to put it down directly, so he could only pat his forehead.

"We ourselves are holding our swords against Mr. Deng?

He is snatching the position where others put their swords in advance, so that others have nowhere to take the swords?"

Ying San took a deep breath after hearing this, and then said for a while: "I don't know either."

Although he was still calm on the surface, Ying San's heart was actually no different from this strong man. If he had known that the eighth grade would have reversed the situation at this time, he would have refunded the money and returned home early.

He is not the young man who has just emerged from the world. He has eaten today and not tomorrow. As a "famous person" in the world, he has saved a lot of money over the years, so he doesn't have to work hard for the money.

"this......"

The strong man was speechless and looked at the old man over there, not knowing what to do.

Compared with the anxiety and entanglement of these people in the martial arts world, the old man was at ease. The blade pressed against Mr. Deng’s neck and did not move. Drops of blood dripped down and fell directly on Mr. Deng’s neck.

"Hehe, isn't it cold?" the old man asked.

"cold."

Mr. Deng did not dare to move at all. After all, this made him feel the source of "cold". It could be said that it was his father's blood. Although he was a little sure of it, he did not dare to dance in front of the grave.

"Is there anything else to say?" The old man was urging him to leave his last words.

When Mr. Deng heard this, he glanced at the old man, and one hand subconsciously grabbed a jade pendant on his waist.

The old man looked down, and after seeing the appearance of the jade pendant, his pupils shrank.

"You recognize it?"

Mr. Deng obviously noticed such a detail and asked.

"Ha." The old man smiled, and looked at Mr. Deng with some fun, "You kid, are you playing tricks on me?"

"It's not a joke, I just think you're probably not going to kill me."

"Oh, I'm so relieved to the old man?

Do you know that just half an hour ago, I just let your evil father go blood.

I vaguely know the reputation of your Deng family. You little bastard have a lot of debts on your back."

"I want to say that I really believe you, it's a bit fake. It's my first meeting. Before today, I knew there was someone like you, but I never thought about what you were like.

The reason why I have the confidence to stand here is because I believe in my mother. She told me before she died that you are a worthy person. To be honest, there are really not many people like you now."

The old man's face suddenly collapsed, "Is that woman your mother?"

"Yes."

"Your mother is not a good thing either."

"..." Mr. Deng was really panicked at this time.

Fortunately, the old man did not swing the knife directly, but continued:

"Your father is specializing in bad things. Although your mother seems to be doing good things, she has her own little thoughts in her heart when doing things.

Hey, why did you say that? Yes, you can repay kindness, your mother will do such things. At the beginning, your father was careless, but your mother was meticulous. When she found some clues, she began to show kindness to me.

I heard that your mother was dead before, but I was a little puzzled. I thought I had blamed her wrongly. Now, she had a good plan. I don’t need it, but I’m leaving it for my son to use it?"

When Mr. Deng heard this, he felt a stone in his heart and said, "Since that's the case, why do you have to put a knife at me?"

"Why can't it?" the old man asked back.

"Although my mother has hidden her thoughts in her heart, she is really kind to you.

The grudge between you and our family was completely clean when my father died.

Now my mother is kind to you, how do you treat your benefactor's son?"

"Elegant!"

"This is not called being clever." Mr. Deng hesitated for a moment, looked at the black golden sword that was pressed against him, and said, "I just believe that everyone in the Golden Sword Alliance should understand the truth."

The three words "Golden Sword Alliance" made the old man's eyes suddenly sharpen. He narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Do you still know the Golden Sword Alliance?"

"My mother told me, and later I also asked in detail. Others said that there were all righteous men in the Golden Sword Alliance, which was a pity. A few years ago..."

Mr. Deng didn't say anything further, because he suddenly moved forward when he found the knife against his neck, which made him feel like he would be immediately blocked if he continued to say something further.

"Some people are alive even though they die." Mr. Deng still whispered.

The old man glanced at him, "It's not your turn to evaluate how they are."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Deng responded repeatedly, "You are right. Can you put down this knife first?"

‘Buzz’

A breeze blew by, and the scenery in front of Mr. Deng finally changed.

The old man took the knife down and did not go to see Mr. Deng again. Instead, he looked down at his long black and golden sword, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes. It seemed that the three words "Golden Sword Alliance" touched some of his memories.
To be continued...