My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 39: First Encounter with Red Dress

After the group walked away, an old man came to Fan Er's stall, sat down and said, "I bet that only one of these six people will be able to walk out of the town in the end."

Fan Er chuckled: "That's none of my business, I just sell my buns!"

When the woman at the side saw the old man, she said with disgust, "I don't know what happened today. I'm so unlucky. Just now a bunch of annoying people came, and now another disgusting person came. I say, Mr. Fan, if you dare to associate with those questionable people again, I will break all three of your legs!"

The old man had just poured half a cup of tea and hadn't even taken it to his mouth when he looked at the man kneading dough with a red face and said, "Alas! It's unfortunate for your family. You have to have such a woman in your life. It's really pathetic!"

The man shook his head and said nothing. The woman next to him pointed at the old man and cursed, "You old bachelor can't find a wife, so you start to sow discord between other couples. You are getting more and more of a jerk as you get older. You are so old and yet you squat at the door of Widow Wang all day long. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you think about whether you have the ability in that aspect? You have eaten our buns for so many years, but I have never seen you pay anything. You just bully my man for being honest. For an old and disrespectful person like you, God should send a thunderbolt to take you away directly, so that you don't have to waste the land after you die."

The old man looked at the man and said, "You don't care?"

The man was embarrassed and was about to turn around and scold the woman, but when he saw the woman's murderous expression, he swallowed the words that were just on the tip of his tongue and smiled helplessly at the old man: "Don't mind it, old man."

The old man waved his sleeves with a look of grievance, reached out to take a tray of buns, turned around and ran away.

Although the old man was thin, his speed was quite amazing. In just a moment, he had already run very far. The woman's cursing could be vaguely heard behind him, echoing far away on the street.

When the old man passed by the blacksmith shop, the old man squatting at the door smoking a pipe had a playful look on his face.

When the old man saw it, he cursed: "What a joke, old man!"

The old man immediately exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I am really happy to see an old man like you get humiliated. It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise I would have a few drinks today!"

There was a constant clanging sound in the shop. Two demon men, with bare chests and muscular bodies, were sweating all over in this season when the frost outside killed all the grass.

The old man opened the steamer and ate a bun. He said to the old man squatting on the ground beside him, "Old Sun, if you really want to drink, it's easy. Just kill those young men from other places who just passed by, and all the wine on them will be yours."

The old man surnamed Sun took a long puff of his pipe and said, "Why don't you do it yourself, Shen Guangqi? Do you really think you are the smartest person in this town and everyone else is a fool? If you have the guts, tell the butcher Liu Da Nao Tiao that and see if he can chop you to pieces!"

The old man finished eating the bun in his mouth and shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, it's boring. People like you should be trapped in this town for the rest of your lives and never be able to escape from it for generations!"

The old man continued to walk away. When the old man surnamed Sun heard what the old man surnamed Shen said, he frowned and smiled bitterly: "Life is like a chess game. After all, we are only in a small space."

Back at Jianya at this moment, a young man was walking on the wind, the black sword in his hand dancing constantly.

Every time the black sword was swung, it brought out a sword beam about ten feet long, and the sword energy condensed on the young man's body became more and more.

Ever since the Taoist priest left, Xu Zhian set a rule for himself to chop with the sword at least a hundred times every day, no matter if it was windy or rainy.

Moreover, each sword must be solid and the speed must be faster than the previous one. Even if it cannot reach that speed, it cannot be slower than the previous one.

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the dry grass, took a sip of the wine, and shouted "Great!"

At this moment, a clear voice interrupted the boy's scream: "Are you sick? What are you screaming about?"

Xu Zhian turned around hurriedly and looked towards the top of the cliff, where he saw a young girl in red standing with her hair tied up. She looked like a sword, sharp and chilling.

Xu Zhian looked at the girl and was stunned for a moment. He looked embarrassed and stuttered, "I'm sorry, girl. I..."

Seeing the boy hesitating for a long time without being able to explain, the girl couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you have wine?"

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "There is a jar."

The girl was immediately delighted and asked, "Are you selling your wine?"

Xu Zhian scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Not for sale."

The girl asked again: "You won't sell it no matter how much money you make?"

Xu Zhian looked at the wine jar in his hand and said, "Well, I won't sell it no matter how much money you offer. You can't buy wine in this town, and it's hard for outside wine to come in. Besides, I've promised someone else that I have to keep it for that person to drink."

The girl walked briskly, and in a few jumps and turns, she was already beside the young man. Smelling the wine so close, the girl asked curiously, "Is that person important? As long as you sell me this pot of wine, I will give you ten mountain ghost coins."

When Xu Zhian heard this, he was slightly tempted, but then he thought again, he didn't know how long he would be staying here, maybe even several years, so this wine would be very valuable.

Let’s not talk about myself first. If Lin Jianyi, who lives at the foot of the mountain, runs out of wine, he will definitely come to me to ask for it. Therefore, the landlord’s family doesn’t have much surplus food. So the young man said helplessly: “I’m sorry, girl, that man is my friend, I can’t sell it to you.”

The girl said without giving up: "I am very powerful. Do you see the top of the cliff? It is called the Immortal Peak. Can you climb up? If you can sell me the wine, I can let you climb up."

Xu Zhian looked at the top of the mountain, shook his head and said, "I can't get up there, but sooner or later I will be able to stand on it. But this wine, if I drink it up, it will be gone in a short time."

The girl said a little disappointedly: "You are very loyal."

The young man was suddenly embarrassed by what someone said, "It's okay. He said that friends are the world, and the world should have wine. I think it's right. So, it's just a jar of wine. I think it's worth it no matter how much I give to my friends."

The girl nodded and said, "My name is Jiang Ying, what's yours?"

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Xu Zhian."

The girl smiled: "Then we will be friends from now on!"

Xu Zhian was stunned for a moment, and while the young man was stunned, the girl took the jar of Spring Thunder from Xu Zhian's hand.

"Your wine, thank you!"

The girl smiled sweetly, then carried the jar of wine towards the top of the mountain. In just a moment, she was already very far away. Only a red afterimage was left, and the stunned young man in black stood there speechless for a long time.