Ma Hanshan put his hand on the holster of his gun...a leather fanny pack hanging on his belt. When he just opened the button of the holster and was about to draw the gun, someone in the crowd suddenly laughed.
The guy laughed very arrogantly. From his voice, he could tell that the person laughing was young. Ma Hanshan thought he was in his twenties.
"Haha, they are indeed a bunch of rubbish who are amateurs in external fighting and good at internal fighting. They have the ability to fight with wild dogs. Why do they have so many people surrounding their own people? They are indeed a bunch of rotten people who waste food..." Then
The extremely arrogant guy yelled.
"You man, how can you show off your ability to speak quickly? If you have the ability, you can compete with us to see who is the garbage and who is the rice worm." Someone in the crowd replied.
"You are the ones who show off your words and don't know what the so-called sour butts are. How can you compare your strategies? If your strategies were feasible, the Dasong Dynasty would not have to cede territory to seek peace. The Dasong Dynasty does not need you wastes who only know how to talk on paper now.
He is a general who stalks the battlefield and frightens the enemy." The guy scolded back, without giving any face, and still said rubbish to the left and rubbish to the right.
The so-called intellectuals and poets always have a high heart and can endure being insulted repeatedly. Moreover, since the founding of Dasong, literati have always been superior to others, and everyone must treat them respectfully, even if they have been insulted repeatedly.
You scolded, so some people couldn't bear it any longer, choked, pulled out their swords, and yelled, "You are rude, I will fight you."
Yes, there are literati who can't bear to draw their swords.
The ancient literati were very strange. They admired things like reciting poems and writing poems, playing chess and playing the piano in an elegant manner. They regarded warriors as inferior and rough people, saw swords as murderous weapons, and regarded killing people as something against the law of heaven. But they
But he likes to wear swords very much. He calls the sword the gentleman among weapons. It is really contradictory and does not know what to do. Is the sword not a weapon?
Lun scarves, quilted shirts, folding fans, and swords were the standard equipment of those self-proclaimed literati in this era. Especially when traveling, the fan was sometimes not required, but the long sword at the waist was a must.
They hate martial arts, but they like knights. They think that wearing a sword will make them proud.
There are countless poems about swords and swordsmen. The favorite among literati is of course the poem "Xia Ke Xing" written by the poet sage of the previous dynasty... The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, leaving no one behind for a thousand miles.
Okay. When it's done, I brush off my clothes and hide myself and my name. After leisurely strolling through Xinling to drink, I take off my sword and stand in front of my knees...
In fact, General Xin of this dynasty also has good words,... evokes the bright moon in the sky, shining on me full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowing. The whale has not swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already spread... But because many literati of this dynasty are full of it.
The moral article advocated the value of harmony, so I ignored General Xin's heroic words.
It's really hypocritical. They have a dream of being a knight in their hearts, but they dare not draw their swords when facing the invaders.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and then there was the sound of tinkling gold and iron... a fight broke out. Obviously, the guy who was arrogant and swearing was also armed.
However, from the sound of collision, it can be heard that the literati were fighting randomly without any moves or methods.
That's why it's scary. As the saying goes, beating the master to death with random punches. Those literati don't know martial arts, and they just slash with their swords in anger. If there are only a few people, it's not a concern, but there are so many people at the scene, and it will be terrible if there is chaos.
"Brother Puyu, run quickly..." Just as Ma Hanshan was guessing who the guy who was surrounded instead of rescuing him was, someone suddenly shouted.
Puyu? It's probably a cousin's name. It's not a bad nickname. Is it that arrogant guy?
Having been in this world for more than a year, Ma Hanshan has basically understood that the names of people in this world are very serious, and they usually only call them by their first name. Of course, many people don’t even have names, most of them are Ah Mao, Ah Lie, Chen Wu Huang Liu. Call it something like that.
Who is Puyu?
Of course he couldn't know them. Except for the people in Wagonzhai, he could count the number of people he knew on ten fingers.
"Mr. Qi, please help that guy." Ma Hanshan glanced at Qi Nanyue who was guarding and protecting him and said.
"I'm worried that they will take action against the young master..." Qi Nanyue said.
"Isn't there Huahua? Huahua's swordsmanship is also very beautiful." Ma Hanshan always turns good things into bad words. Is the swordsmanship just for viewing?
"Hmph, a dog's mouth can't grow tusks. My swordsmanship is for killing people, not for watching." Shen Hua gave him a roll of her eyes and said.
"Haha, then just kill him and show me." Ma Hanshan said disapprovingly, "You two, hurry in and rescue that guy, otherwise you will be beaten to death by these bullshit pickers. Don't think so A ding can't kill a man, but if there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant."
"Xiaohua, protect the young master, I'll go and rescue that kid." Qi Nanyue is a master. Although he can't see the situation in the crowd, he can hear the movements inside and know that if he doesn't take action, the guy will be unable to bear it. .
Qi Nanyue put the legs of his front shirt to his waist, opened the folding fan in his hand with a swipe, and with a clear whistle, he used his exquisite Qinggong to fly into the crowd.
When Ma Hanshan saw it, he almost clapped his hands. In his previous life, he always thought Qing Gong was a fabrication, but it turns out it really does exist. It’s not bad.
Qi Nanyue had strong martial arts skills and light body. He jumped up and down, pointed east and west, slapped and kicked. In a moment, he rushed into the core and joined the guy named Puyu inside.
Qi Nanyue raised his head and glanced at Brother Puyu. He was a young man in his twenties wearing ordinary civilian clothes. He had a sword with a cold light in his hand. However, he seemed to have a lot of scruples when making moves. He only blocked the sword or forced the opponent back. , with no intention of hurting anyone.
Damn it, is this a fight? This is asking for death. Others are showing no mercy to you, but you are still worried about hurting others.
"Haha, they are just a bunch of trash, why should we show mercy?" Qi Nanyue asked the man with a smile while kicking away the "white-faced scholar" who was closest to him.
"Well, although they are rubbish, there is so much rubbish. I can't clean them all. Keep them, maybe one day they will wake up and turn waste into treasure." The young man said.
"Humph, it turns out he is also a pedantic guy." Qi Nanyue said, while using all his strength, punching and kicking, and in a moment the encirclement was greatly expanded.
"You...who are you..." The young man was a little angry after being scolded by Qi Nanyue for being pedantic.
"Let's talk about getting away... Follow me, I will take you out..." Although Qi Nanyue thought this way, there were too many people, and the young man was unwilling to hurt anyone, so they couldn't escape at all.
Qi Nanyue was so angry that he was such a bastard. After all this time, he still had illusions about these sour men. In anger, he couldn't help but yell to vent his inner dissatisfaction.
"Young Master... this bastard has strange ideas... He actually has fantasies about these sour men and behaves like a woman." Being beaten back and forth will only increase the opponent's momentum. Many of the people who were scolded were extremely angry and their tempers were aroused. , went crazy and pounced on Qi Nanyue and the others regardless of interest.
"Oh, sir, if you use this energy to deal with the barbarians, will you still need to cede half of the country?" Ma Hanshan murmured to himself.
"Master, it's very dangerous for Mr. Qi to play with such cowardly tactics," Shen Hua said with a frown.
Who doesn't know, this is simply sending the sheep into the tiger's mouth.
"Stop... stop everything..." Ma Hanshan shouted.
But who can drink when someone is crazy? He shouted several times, but no one paid any attention to them.
"Mr. Qi, let go and lead that fool to fight out and meet me." Ma Hanshan had no choice but to let Qi Nanyue fight out.
"Okay..." Qi Nanyue responded, holding the young man with one hand and waving the fan with the other, calling and intercepting all the way to Ma Hanshan's location. At this time, he had no time to think about whether Ma Hanshan would also be trapped. in danger.
Ma Hanshan's performance over the past year has given Qi Nanyue a habit of thinking. He always naturally thinks that Ma Hanshan must have a good idea and that if he joins forces with him, he will be able to escape.
Alas, there is no good way for Ma Hanshan. The only thing he holds is the short gun at his waist. He hopes that this bullet can scare these crazy literati and bitches. If a gunshot can't scare them away. If they scare you, then you can only hug them and fight. I have been involved in group fights in my previous life, and I have never been afraid of anyone. I can't be embarrassed in this life.
Qi Nanyue let go of his hands and feet to fight. If he hadn't been protecting someone, he would have rushed out in the blink of an eye. But he had to protect the young man named Puyu, so it took him twice as long to fight out. Meet at Mahan Mountain.
After being killed by him in such a violent manner, many people were injured. Those crazy madmen finally woke up a little and no longer had the madness. Most of them stopped, but continued to "attack" Ma Hanshan and the others with their mouths.
The opponent relaxed. This was a good opportunity. Of course, Ma Hanshan would not miss such a good opportunity. He suddenly pulled out the blunderbuss in his gun bag and pulled the trigger on the iron sword that was slashing at him.
Bang! There was a loud explosion.
Zheng! A very clear sound of gold and iron clashing.
Bang! Of course it was the sound of a broken sword falling to the ground. Most of the swords worn by scholars were pretentious rotten iron swords, which were easy to break, but the sound of falling to the ground was very loud.
The noise was so loud that everyone heard it. Everyone was startled. Everyone was stunned. What kind of noise was this? Is it thunder? It doesn’t look like... It’s not thunder... Why is there black smoke floating up?
The sudden loud noise really stunned everyone. The scene was very quiet. People are always afraid of the unknown. They didn't know what made such a loud noise, so they stayed where they were.
In the distance, the setting sun has disappeared behind the distant mountains, and the river has been covered with a layer of light mist. Compared with the bright and sparkling rays just now, it is now hazy and beautiful. The scene, however, is confused and quiet.
A cloud of black smoke floated in the air. Ma Hanshan blew on the still smoking muzzle, and then pointed the muzzle at the crowd.
"Huh, did you scold you wrongly? You have the guts and ability to fight against barbarians." Ma Hanshan snorted coldly and cursed, "Aside from talking nonsense and talking when you are full, what have you done for Dasong?"
What have you done for Dasong? This is a question of the soul.
What have they done for Dasong? Everyone fell into deep thought.
Ma Hanshan glanced at the group of people who were deep in thought, waved the blunderbuss in his hand and said, "Get out of the way, otherwise I won't be polite."
Everyone silently made way for them. No one was stupid. Their heads were definitely not as strong as that iron sword. If they stopped them again, what would they do if that thing hit their heads?