Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Third

The shape of the sword is exquisite and quaint. On the body of Gu Ya's sword, there are four Gu Ya characters engraved: "Chivalry is incomparable." Of course, a sword made of gold is not for killing people. That just represents people's respect for the owner of Lianchengbi Villa. The value of this sword is of course not the gold itself, but the four words above. Chivalry is rare in the world, let alone "peerless chivalry". In people's minds, only the owner of Wugou Villa deserves these four words. It was late at night. The sound of gongs, drums and uproar gradually faded away.

People also dispersed. Only Lian Chengbi and a lamp were left in the hall. He seemed a little tired, and he seemed a little tired of the excitement just now. With his eyes slightly closed, he was slowly stroking the four characters on the sword with his fingers. His hands are light, as if stroking a lover's body. "Chivalry is unparalleled!" he laughed. But there was no excitement or joy in the smile, and there was a kind of ridicule and disdain. The night wind blows through the window, already chilling. Lian Chengbi's fingers touching the blade suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face also disappeared suddenly.

But his tone was still very calm, and he said slowly: "Who is standing in the garden?" The outside responded: "Zhao Boqi." Lian Chengbi nodded and said, "Come in." Zhao Boqi came out from the shadow of the flowers, his steps were light and slow, with a cautious and respectful expression. He turned out to be Zhao Da, the boatman who left Xiao Shishilang in the tavern. The light shone on the golden sword, and the brilliance filled the hall. Zhao Boqi naturally saw the golden sword, but he lowered his head and pretended not to see it. Lian Chengbi murmured: "This is the kindness of the local elders. I didn't dare to accept it, but the kindness is hard to refuse."

Zhao Boqi hurriedly said: "It should be, if it weren't for the famous name of the owner of the villa, and the power of the town, how could the common people live and work in peace and contentment, this small amount of respect is really deserved." He said this as if he himself was the local elder, and this sword was originally dedicated to Wugou Villa by him. Lian Chengbi smiled, and said, "Actually, I'm just an ordinary person, how can I deserve the words 'Chivalry Wushuang'." Zhao Boqi wanted to say a few more pleasant words, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a word.

Because he found that Liancheng Bisen's cold gaze was staring at him. Zhao Boqi felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly took out a long cloth bag from his underwear, and held it in front of Lian Chengbi with both hands. In the bag is a knife, a well-known knife in the world. Deer cutting knife. The knife is out of its sheath. The cold blade shines on Lian Chengbi's cold face. His cold eyes moved slowly on the blade. Gradually, a trace of warmth finally bloomed on the cold face. Lian Chengbi laughed again. This time, his smile no longer contained ridicule and disdain, but was full of complacency and satisfaction.

But the smile only flickered on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared. Lian Chengbi's gaze shifted from the blade to Zhao Boqi's face, and said, "How did this knife get into your hands?" Zhao Boqi said: "I exchanged several jugs of wine and a bag of peanuts." Lian Chengbi said: "Oh?" Zhao Boqi said: "Moreover, it's a few pots of the worst wine and a bag of the cheapest peanuts. The owner of the village must never have imagined that the world-famous sword is only worth this price." Lian Chengbi was indeed a little surprised. Zhao Boqi said proudly: "The owner must have never imagined that Xiao Shishilang asked me to pawn this knife. The purpose was just to exchange a few pots of bad wine and a bag of peanuts. Xiao Shishilang, who is famous all over the world, now He has become an out-and-out alcoholic, and the name Xiao Shishilang will never appear in the martial arts world again."

Lian Chengbi said: "This is really unexpected." Zhao Boqi laughed and said: "If a person only knows how to drink all day long, no matter how famous his reputation is, he will always be ruined in the wine glass." Lian Chengbi nodded and said, "Not bad." Zhao Boqi said: "So, he is no longer worthy to use this knife. The only person in the world who is worthy to use this knife is the owner of the village." Lian Chengbi said: "Oh?" Zhao Boqi said: "Even if Xiao Shishilang is asked to mow the grass with this knife, I believe he can't stop cutting it."

Lian Chengbi said: "The deer cutting knife is not used for cutting grass, its only use is to kill people." Zhao Boqi was stunned, and said, "Murder?" Lian Chengbi said: "Yes, killing people, especially those who think they are smart." The light of the knife flashed across Zhao Boqi's neck. The head fell to the ground in response to the knife, but the expression on Zhao Boqi's face remained unchanged. It was a look of hesitation and astonishment intertwined, he didn't even understand that Lian Chengbi would attack him suddenly. The blade is crystal clear and does not stain blood.

Lian Chengbi stroked the blade lightly with his hand, as if appreciating it, but also as if cherishing it, and said in a low voice: "A good knife, it really is a good knife." Suddenly raised his head and raised his voice: "Come here!" Two strong men in green clothes rushed in. Lian Chengbi had already put the deer-cutter knife back into the cloth bag, and said: "Hurry up and chase Xiao Shishilang, and ask him to return this knife to Xiao Shishilang face to face, and tell him that there is only Xiao Shishilang in the world. Only with a deer cutting knife." The two strong men looked at each other, seemed a little surprised, but did not ask the reason, took the cloth bag, and backed out.

It wasn't until they left the hall that one of them couldn't help sighing softly, and said: "Xiao Shishilang can make friends like our owner, and his life is not in vain." The other immediately agreed: "The owner of the village has indeed shown the utmost benevolence to Xiao Shishilang..." When people live in this world, there are times when they are proud, and of course there are always times when they are not. Therefore, people invented wine. Alcohol is the friend of human beings, especially the frustrated ones. Frustrated people drink to drink away their worries.

Proud people also drink alcohol to show that they must have fun in life if they are proud. Therefore, places selling wine are never afraid of having no customers. Although Xiao Shishilang also drinks, he is not a customer. Because customers spend money to buy wine and drink, but Xiao Shishilang has no money. If you don't have money, you can have friends who are willing to treat you. Xiao Shishilang also has no friends to treat guests. Not to mention friends who treat guests, there are not even friends who don't treat guests. He has no money and no friends, but he can still drink alcohol, and he will never stop drinking until he is completely drunk. He no longer likes the taste of wine, but seems to have a grudge against wine, and feels unwilling to drink all the wine in the world. Can all the wine in the world be drunk? Therefore, Xiao Shishilang is intoxicated every day. Within dozens of miles, Xiao Shishilang drank all the places that sold wine. In each place, he could only drink once. As a result, he was beaten black and blue, or thrown out like a wild dog. Not only was he penniless, but he also had no possessions. Even the last piece of rags had been stripped off by the hotel clerk. Fortunately, the clerk thought it was torn and dirty, frowned, and threw it back at him. Xiao Shishilang disappeared wearing that rag. No one saw him in the liquor store again. In people's hearts, he is already a small bubble, and no one will care about it. Only Xiao Twelve Lang cared. In the past, Xiao Shishilang could only be found in places that sold wine, but now he can't even be found in places that sell wine. Xiao Shishilang never believed that he could leave the wine, but he searched all the restaurants and shops, even the wine room where the wine was made, but there was no sign of Xiao Shishilang. How can an alcoholic live without wine like a fish without water? Xiao Shishilang couldn't believe that this would be true. Just at this moment when they were at a loss, a series of cursing and noise came from "Hongbin Restaurant". "Hongbin Restaurant" is the most luxurious restaurant in the area, and the diners who patronize it are all the richest and most famous benevolent businessmen in the area. Of course, it is impossible to make such a noise, let alone curse. A large crowd of onlookers surrounded the entrance of the restaurant, discussing it. Two well-dressed guys came out of the store with a drunk man reeking of alcohol, and then, you punched and I kicked, and beat the drunk man up. While beating and cursing: "Damn it, I got caught by the old men today. You hid in the cellar to drink alcohol, but let the old men take the blame for you. They must beat you to death, you bastard." A well-meaning man advised: "Stop beating, it's poor to see that he is already so drunk." The guy said: "Poor? Who pities us? This kid hid in the wine cellar of the store for two days and drank four tanks of wine secretly. The boss blamed us for stealing it and wanted to deduct wages. That's all. Adding water to the empty jars caused us to be scolded by the guests, and almost ruined our jobs. He deliberately prevented us from living, and if he didn’t beat him, who would he beat?” The drunk man held his head tightly with both hands, despite beating and scolding, he did not speak. Someone in the crowd shouted: "Okay, Hero Xiao is here, let Hero Xiao be the master, who should be hit and punished, let's be fair." There is no one in the Hongbin Building who doesn't know Xiao Shishilang, and he quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Xiao Daxia, you came at a good time, so I invite you to comment, this kid—" Xiao Shishilang waved his hand to stop the buddy from continuing, and gently lifted the drunk man's chin with two fingers. His eyes lit up, and he was stunned. Xiao Shishilang. Xiao Shishilang raised his head, laughed suddenly, and said, "Brother, good brother, I'm so happy that you're here, please buy me a drink." Xiao Shishilang said coldly: "Who is your brother?" "My surname is Xiao, and your surname is also Xiao. My name is Eleven Lang, and your name is Twelve Lang. What are you not my brother?" Xiao Shishilang still said coldly: "You are you, I am me, there is no need to make connections." Xiao Shishilang salivated and said with a smile, "Even if we're not brothers, we're still friends, right?" Xiao Shishilang said, "I'm not your friend either." Xiao Shishilang said: "Good! Good! Good! It doesn't matter if you're not a friend. Treat me to two glasses of wine. That's okay, right?" Xiao Shishilang shook his head and said, "I don't have the habit of inviting people to drink." Xiao Shishilang said: "Then you lend me the money, and I'll drink it myself, okay?" Xiao Shishilang shook his head again, and said, "I don't want to lend money to drunkards either." Xiao Shishilang said: "Just borrow ten Wen, please help me, and I will pay you back tomorrow..." Xiao Shishilang said: "I don't borrow any money, I'm here to give you another thing." "Oh?" Xiao Shishilang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "What is it?" "See for yourself." The cloth bag was untied, and the world-famous deer-cutting knife was in Xiao Shishilang's hands again. The treasured sword is unharmed, and the light of the sword is still as bright as autumn water. Xiao Shishilang raised his deer-cutter knife high and laughed loudly. He turned his drunken eyes and slowly swept around and said, "Have you seen it? This is the most precious deer-cutting knife in the world, a priceless sword. Have you heard of it?" Who has never heard of the name of the Deer Cutting Knife? Everyone looked at Xiao Twelve Lang in surprise, as if wondering why he would give such a precious sword to a drunkard? Xiao Shishilang pressed the blade straight in front of the two waiters again, and said, "You guys recognize it clearly, this knife is worth a lot of money, right?" The two men looked at Xiao Twelve Lang in fear, nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes! It's a very valuable sword..." Xiao Shishilang laughed and threw the knife on the ground, saying: "Since you know, take it and put it on the cabinet for me, and exchange some jugs of good wine first." The two men hesitated to stretch out their hands, Xiao Shishilang shouted again: "Take it, your uncle Xiao's wine worm is almost crawling up his throat, what are you waiting for?" Seeing this, Xiao Shishilang secretly nodded to the buddy, turned around and walked out of the crowd. Who could have believed that a generation of heroes would end up in this situation? Xiao Shishilang had thrown the deer-cutting knife without thinking before, it was to save Feng Siniang's life. Now, he also threw the deer-cutting knife without thinking, but it was just for a few pots of wine. Xiao Shishilang, who is famous all over the world, is really over this time. It's all over. rainstorm. Rainstorm and early sunshine. Xiao Shishilang wanted to stand up from the muddy rain, but he seemed to have no strength and courage to stand up. He stood up, fell again, and fell at the feet of a young man. A young man with the same air and pride as Xiao Shishilang. A young man with the same air and pride as himself. He saw the young man as if he saw his own shadow. But now, this shadow has disappeared. The young man was also looking at him, with a strange expression on his face, holding a tank of wine in his right hand and a knife in his left. Deer cutting knife. Xiao Shishilang lowered his head. He did not dare to face the young man, nor did he dare to face the knife. He dared not face the reality, not even the past. He just wanted to anesthetize himself as much as possible. Now, for him, the value of a bottle of wine in this young man's hand is far more than a deer-cutting knife. The young man said, "Do you want to drink?" Xiao Shishilang nodded quickly. The young man said: "Unfortunately, this is not your wine." Xiao Shishilang clenched his hands, wiped his chapped lips with the back of his hands, tried to stand up again, but fell down again. The young man had been staring at him, suddenly raised the knife in his hand, and said, "Do you want this knife?" Xiao Shishilang turned his head. The young man said: "Unfortunately, this knife is no longer yours." Xiao Shishilang couldn't help asking: "Is this your sword now?" The young man said: "Yesterday you exchanged this knife for a drunk, and today I exchanged a smile for this knife." Xiao Shishilang said, "Smile." The young man smiled, a deep, sharp, indescribable smile. He smiled and said, "Do you know that when someone laughs, it's scarier than when they don't?" Of course Xiao Shishilang knew. The young man said: "I am the smiling face Shiqilang." Xiao Shishilang also laughed, and said, "Seventeenth Lang?" Seventeen Lang nodded. Xiao Shishilang said, "Is your surname Xiao?" Shiqilang didn't answer this sentence, but just stared into Xiao Shishilang's eyes. After a long time, he asked word by word: "Are you really Xiao Shishilang?" Xiao Shishilang couldn't deny it. Shiqilang said: "Are you really Xiao Shishilang, the young master of Huo Bingtian, who swept the martial arts world with a sword?" Xiao Shishilang couldn't deny it either. Shi Qilang laughed again, and said: "I heard that your sword skills are unparalleled in the world, can you let me see it?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Experience? How do you know?" Seventeen Lang said: "You still have hands, and here is a knife. As long as you let me see your knife skills, not only this tank of wine is yours, but also the wine in Hongbin Restaurant, I will give it to you as much as you want." how much you." Xiao Shishilang clenched his hands again. Shi Qilang smiled and said: "This is a good deal, I know you will agree." Xiao Shishilang suddenly said loudly: "No." Seventeen Lang said: "No? Why not?" Xiao Shishilang said: "I don't dance swords." Shi Qilang said: "Why not? The hand is still your own, and the knife is still your own." Xiao Shishilang barely struggled to straighten his chest, and said, "My saber is not for showing to others." Shi Qilang said: "Is your knife for murder?" Xiao Shishilang said: "Yes." Shi Qilang laughed, as if he had never heard such a ridiculous thing in his life. Xiao Shishilang said: "Killing people is not ridiculous." Shi Qilang said, "You know how to kill people?" Xiao Shishilang said, "Yes." Seventeen Lang said: "Can you still kill people?" Xiao Shishilang lowered his head and looked at his hands. There was no blood on the hands, only mud. Shi Qilang said: "You still have a hand, and here is a knife, as long as you can draw out this knife with your hand to kill me, this vat of wine is also yours." Xiao Shishilang said loudly: "I will never kill someone for a tank of wine." Shi Qilang said: "Why would you kill someone?" Xiao Shishilang said: "I..." Shiqilang suddenly kicked up a piece of mud, kicked Xiao Shishilang in the face, and then wiped Xiao Shishilang's face with the sole of his shoe. Xiao Shishilang's whole body was stiff. Shi Qilang said: "Will you kill someone for this reason?" Xiao Shishilang suddenly raised his head and stared at him with bloodshot eyes. Shi Qilang smiled and said, "Don't you dare?" Xiao Shishilang finally reached out to draw his sword. The knife was right in front of him. However, his hand seemed to never be able to touch the knife. His hands were shaking. His hands trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Don't his people wither and wither like fallen leaves? Seventeen Lang laughed again, laughing loudly. "I know it's not that you don't dare to kill people, it's just that you can't kill people anymore." He laughed and said, "Although the knife is still the deer-cutting knife of the past, Xiao Shishilang is no longer the Xiao Shishilang of the past." Suddenly someone in the restaurant asked, "What is Xiao Shishilang now?" Shiqilang smashed the mud seal on the wine jar with the handle of a knife, poured out the wine in the jar, and poured it on Xiao Shishilang's face. This is a humiliation that no one can bear, a humiliation that even death can't bear. No matter who encounters this kind of thing, they can't help but stand up, swing their fists, draw their knives, and desperately. Xiao Shishilang did something that no one could have imagined. He opened his mouth. He opened his mouth, not to cry, not to roar. He opened his mouth just to catch the wine that was running down his face. Some people couldn't help laughing. Shi Qilang was also laughing, and said with a big laugh, "See for yourself what he looks like now?" As soon as this sentence was finished, a hand suddenly reached out and held his elbow. His people suddenly lifted up like clouds and fog, and flew out. The knife in his hand was already in this hand. Whose hand is this? Whose hand can have such magical power? Lianchengbi. Lianchengbi is unparalleled in chivalry.