"Your sword skills are too poor. How can you start with a chopping move? Your sword intention is wrong." Fang Zhiyi said, and at the same time let go and returned the weapon to them.
"Again." He smiled.
The two young men and women looked at each other, and the weapons came towards Fang Zhiyi again.
"No, no, this sword should be lifted. How did your master teach you?"
"How can you sneak attack and yell out moves? Are you stupid?"
After several rounds, Fang Zhiyi was unharmed, but the two young warriors were exhausted. Under Fang Zhiyi's nitpicking taunts, they became hesitant in their attacks, and from time to time they glanced at Fang Zhiyi's expression, just like students practicing with their teacher.
The young man with the damaged sword watched the three people fighting here and there with eager eyes, and he actually saw something of the trick.
"No!" Fang Zhiyi dodged the sword again and quickly approached the girl. The girl was startled, but Fang Zhiyi looked up at the sky. "It's almost time. Let's stop here for the day." He extended his hand. "Thank you for your patronage. Three..." He glanced at the unarmed man and shook his head. "Twenty taels."
"You..." The young man with the knife was furious, but the girl stretched out her hand to stop him. She stared at Fang Zhiyi and said, "We are not as skilled as you, accept it." Then she took out her purse and emptied it, but there was only some loose change in it, which was obviously not enough.
The three of them pooled their money together to make up ten taels of silver. Then they looked at Fang Zhiyi warily, and when they saw that he had no intention of keeping them, they turned around and ran away.
Fang Zhiyi watched them leave and weighed the silver in his hand: "It's too much time to wander around with more than half a pound of silver." After that, he threw the silver to Lao Lan who was watching in amazement and said, "Buy some seasonings." He listed what he wanted, and Lao Lan nodded repeatedly.
"I don't think he is as brutal as the legend says." said the unarmed young man.
The companion holding the knife was still furious: "He humiliated us!"
"Zhao Yang, watch out for the sword!" A clear female voice suddenly came from behind him. Zhao Yang subconsciously turned around to block it, but the sword in Jiang Rou's hand suddenly changed its direction, and it went up along his blade, pressing against his throat at a strange angle.
"You, Jiang Rou, what are you doing?" Zhao Yang shouted in horror. Could it be that Jiang Rou had been bewitched by the devil's magic?
Jiang Rou put away her sword, looking thoughtful.
On the other hand, Jin Yidao's eyes lit up when he lost his martial arts skills. "Is this the yin-style change that the devil was talking about?"
Although he did not fight with Fang Zhiyi, he was watching everything.
Jiang Rou nodded.
Zhao Yang was a little dissatisfied: "What do you mean by changing the situation according to circumstances? You won't really listen to him, right? He's a demon."
Jiang Rou said, "Think back to the fight just now. He had countless chances to kill us."
Zhao Yang's voice became much weaker: "Then, then doesn't that mean he wants money?"
Jiang Rou shook her head: "If he kills us, won't the silver also be his?"
Zhao Yang was stunned by the question. After a long while, he murmured, "What does he want?"
Jiang Rou shook her head: "I don't know, but I have some understanding. Let's go, let's get some money together and come back in a few days!"
"Still?"
The two young men were pulled by her and jogged along.
Fang Zhiyi continued to make use of the seasonings bought by Lao Lan. He didn't know what kind of physique Mei Ruoxue had, but she could pick up all kinds of animals without any effort. This also made him sigh that he saved a lot of money on food.
However, Lao Lan kept his head down while eating, listening to Fang Zhiyi's nonsense about a deer running away and a wild boar doing a front flip and escaping the yard. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his laughter.
But the lady ate with gusto.
When the three young men came again, there were already two groups of people living at the door: three strange-looking men in straw raincoats and two young men holding long sticks. Before they could ask any questions, Lao Lan came out with a wooden sign in his hand.
"To challenge the Left Emissary of the Demonic Cult, the reward is ten taels of silver per person, and the time limit is half an hour."
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