Genius Sword Immortal Chapter 678: U.S’s invitation

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Chapter 17 Horse Skill Beggar (This chapter is free)

The street of Weapons Square is not very long. After all, it is located on the bank of Eastern Sea. It seems to be far away from the war. At least it is not the place where the war is concentrated. So rich people would rather spend more on tasting valuable things. Increasing elegance, and ordinary people are more willing to buy a few more nets, to add some protection to their lives, not many really buy weapons, so there are not many shops that open weapons workshops.

The Yan Kingdom is not like the Wei Kingdom. The Wei people have received military training since they were young. They are instilled with the idea that the Wei people are superior people. The people ’s enthusiasm for weapons and horses is far from comparable in other countries. .

There is an empty space on the street of this street. Usually, the idlers are sitting on the boast and chatting. Under a few towering trees, there will always be a group of people, and some small merchants ca n’t afford the facade. He just squatted in this place and set up a stall to sell something. Under normal circumstances, the government officials would not care. From these small vendors, they knew they could not squeeze out any oil or water.

When Han Qing came here with Han Mo, he saw that a large tree was already crowded with people. Three or four people formed a big circle. There was a scream of the horse, and the sound of the horse was very loud. Angrily, Han Mo only listened to the horse's voice and knew that it was a good horse.

Han Qing relied on a good body exercised for more than ten years, he easily squeezed a path for Han Mo, and waited for Han Mo to get in, only to find that there was one person performing a horse among the crowd Skill.

But this sloppy beggar equestrian is really amazing. The horse runs forward and back. Under the control of the beggar, it performs a variety of super-difficult movements. Some movements are almost unimaginable. He can even use two legs. Hanging on the horse's neck, big eyes and small eyes with the horse brought the people around to laugh, but they couldn't help applauding.

There are not many people who admire Han Mo's heart. What admires him must have a certain accomplishment and ability in a certain respect. And this small beggar who performs horse skills really makes Han Mo a little bit. The heart of admiration also applauded with the people.

Han Mo only saw the beggar ’s face at this time. There was no expression on an angular face, like a rock. Even in the pair of dark eyes, there was no slight emotion. A kind of cold feeling.

He thought that after the beggar arched his hand, he must come to the last paragraph to ask for money, but unlike what he thought, the beggar seemed to be very clumsy. After arching his hand, he turned back and picked up a bucket of support from the ground. Then, he walked over to the crowd, but he looked at the guests in front with a trace of hope, hoping to get a few rewards.

Everyone is willing to move forward in this busy year, but it ’s too much to avoid paying for the money. As soon as the beggar picked up the hat, many people spread out, waiting for the beggar to reach out When I went out to ask for money, everyone's excitement immediately subsided. After all, the people of Eastern Sea City are far from wealthy, and they are reluctant to eat and wear, and they are willing to hug money to reward people.

The beggar made a round, but he only got a dozen coins.

"Training horses, how much silver does your horse sell?" A handsome man who looks like also said: "You make a price, I will buy it with silver."

The beggar still shook his head expressionlessly, just holding the hat, turning around in the few remaining people, and finally came to Han Mo and found the hat.

Han Mo smiled and asked: "You are a dignified man, and some have the ability, so to bet on the street to ask for money, unconsciously lose face?"

The beggar raised his head and glanced at Han Mo. His voice was as cold as ice: "I work hard and do my best, and the money I get is not shameful!"

The beggar didn't speak anymore, just looked at the Yin and Yang sticks in Han Mo's hands, his brow corners jumped slightly, and turned away.

"Master, why give him so much money?" Han Qing asked in a low voice.

Han Mo leaned on his chin and said, "He is a man of strength. I am afraid that it may be in trouble. A silver or two may be able to help him." But he was thinking about it. After the beggars were brought back to the government, after all, master horse masters who possessed such awesome skills were rare, and bringing them back to teach themselves to practice horsemanship was also an excellent idea.

He was about to go up and invite the beggar to sit down in the restaurant, but he heard someone behind him say, "Huang Bantou is here!"

The onlookers flashed away, and the crowd that had been squeezed tightly was only a few people left.

Han Mo's mouth sneered. This yellow team leader was the Eastern Sea government's guard team leader. It was a close believer of the Eastern Sea county guard Xiao Muzhan. He himself was taken from Yanjing when Xiao Muzhen took office Over here.

Han Mo pulled Han Qing ’s clothes. The two walked behind the big tree and looked far away. They saw that Huang Bantou had a soapcoat and led three or four hands to kill the awe-inspiring man. Then come here.

The crowd kindly yelled at the beggars: "Here to train the horse, hurry up and go. You wo n’t be able to walk after a while."

The beggar was packing up, and when he heard the cry, he turned around and smiled slightly at the reminder. His cold face was so gentle because of this smile.

The beggar packed his things, and Huang Bantou had already arrived, and several yamen immediately surrounded the beggar and smiled hey.

After all, he is a person who has seen the world, and at a glance, he can see that this horse is an authentic Wei horse, and it is the top grade of Wei Guo ’s horse. Its foot strength and speed are so high that it is pulled to the horse market. Even if it is cheap, it can be worth two to three hundred and two hundred silver, which is a big treasure.

"Where does the fight come from?" Huang Ban asked with a glance at the beggar.

The beggar is still like a rock, without a slight expression on his face, and he says: "Wei Guo!"

"I knew you were a Wei countryman!" Huang Bantou sneered: "The broken boots on your feet are only the habit of Wei people."

The boots worn on the feet of beggars are already very broken, but they are very different from the boots of Yan Guo. In addition to being tall and deep, the most conspicuous thing is that there is an curved curl behind the boots, just like the moon, look It looks pretty.

Huang Bantou looked at the beggar again before continuing to ask, "What are you doing in Eastern Sea County?"

"Discuss life!"

"To discuss life?" Huang Bantou sneered: "Wei Guo can't live anymore?"

The beggar raised his head, his eyebrows slightly tightened, and said lightly, "Master, have I committed any of the laws of the country of Yan?"

Huang Ban held the knife handle and said coldly: "You are a Wei countryman, dressed poorly, but there is such a good horse, what do you want in my Eastern Sea county? Hey, should n’t Is it the spies of Wei Guo? I heard that Wei Guoguo has a government office called "Black Flag." The black flags are all over the country, they are investigating the intelligence of other countries, and secretly disrupting the order of other countries. I think you are the black flags. "

"I am not!"

"No?" Huang Bantou had to go forward to pull the horse: "It's up to you to decide, let's go to the Yamen with us, right? You said to the master of the county guard."

He has n’t touched the horse rein yet, and the horse suddenly snorted and hissed, his front hooves lifted, and he stepped on Huang Bantou.

Huang Bantou was taken aback. Fortunately, he was a bit capable of also, and he rolled on the spot, avoiding the fatal step of the horse. Although it was so, but just after a heavy rain, the ground was already muddy. Rolled on the spot, the whole clothes were suddenly muddy, and it was awkward.

Several yamens responded with a cry, rushed toward the beggar without hesitation, raised their killing sticks, and hit the beggars with their heads covered, but the beggar looked like a rock and did not fight back. The rain hit him like a stick, and the beggar's forehead was broken, and the blood ran down.