Chapter 106 Street Knife Battle

Three or four attendants, known as the hot prince, shouted with the power of the dog: "Old man He, are you impatient to live?"

Others said, "Dare to fool the prince and beat him!" As he spoke, he bluffed with his arms and sleeves.

Seeing that there are more and more people around to watch the bustle, Cai Jing pulled the sleeves next to the king and said in a low voice, "Sir, let's go. This is not Bianjing."

The blacksmith hurriedly bent down and arched his hand to accompany his smiling face: "Mr. Ji Lat, I really dare not hide it from you. There are really no good goods in the shop now. He turned his head and looked at the king: "Sir, there is no other one you ordered today. Well, you leave your residence and come back and ask the guys to send it to you?"

How smart Wang was. The shopkeeper of Daohe was determined to sell it to the spicy young man. He left his residence to go back to Wang's place to get it and find an idea. Seeing that the sweat on Old He's forehead was coming down, he knew that things were not small. I also saw that this old man was dressed as a Han man, and his hands and feet were also Han etiquette.

When Wang saw the fierceness, Cai Jing reminded him to hear it. He also knew that this place was not Bianjing, but Wang didn't want to leave like this. He looked at the spicy prince coldly with his head held high. Who is this? Looking at the dress and name, it should be the local party person. Looking at his big green satin cotton-padded jacket, you will know that it should be a rich family.

It's so unhungry today. I just lost the knife with others. His own good knife was destroyed. Someone told himself that the old man He's blacksmith shop in the south of the city had a good knife. He hurried to see the one in Wang's hand. Obviously, he was still picking a knife. Why did the old man He say that he had bought it?

He looked at Wang's side. He should be about the same age as himself, and he was dressed as a Han man. He didn't take Wang's side seriously at all. Mr. Ji La curled his mouth, shyly his chest, pointed to the knife in the king's hand and said, "Kid, give me a price for this knife and leave it for me. It has nothing to do with you."

The knife in the hand of the king's hand is very fancy. The sheath and tail are wrapped in metal, and the handle of the knife is wrapped in silver; the gold dragon and phoenix knife ring is very exquisite. It seems that this is just a flashy knife. Wang Zong guessed that the hot man probably looked at the gorgeousness of this knife. The king took the knife in his hand. He didn't want to get along with this matter. Seeing that the shopkeeper He glanced at the knife from time to time, the hot man asked himself again. He looked at the shopkeeper He and said, "Mr. He, how much do you think it's appropriate for me to sell this knife to this gentleman?"

The shopkeeper He quickly waved his hand and said, "Sir, take a closer look. This is the knife you have been looking for..."

Wang was puzzled. Did the shopkeeper He recognize the wrong person? He pulled the knife out of the scabbard and his eyes lit up. The scabbard is not an ordinary knife, but an all-steel knife. Wang knew that many knives were just steel, or there was an old saying that good steel was used on the blade. All steel alone shows that this knife is different. The tip of the knife is not curved. Like the Arabic numeral "7", the straight knife body adopts the "Hundred Steel" technology.

The knife was only slightly pulled out of the scabbard. The king couldn't help sighing in his heart that it was indeed a good knife. Before taking a closer look, the spicy group of people have rushed forward. Ji La was very annoyed. The fool understood the meaning of Mr. He's words. He raised his leg and kicked over the knife counter first and pulled down the knife holder beside the counter. I only heard a burst of swords and swords on the side of the counter falling to the ground.

Ji's spicy mouth shouted: "Old man, you are impatient with your life." His three or four attendants also rushed on, grabbed the shopkeeper He, and gave the old man a fist to face.

The sound of iron in the backyard suddenly stopped, and then three or four strong men rushed in from the backyard. Seeing that the shopkeeper He was beaten, he rushed over to save people. Seeing that they were about to start a fierce battle, the onlookers withdrew from afar one after another, lest the sword would hurt themselves without eyes. On the contrary, Mr. He suddenly broke away, stopped between the clerk and the spicy family, and drank to the clerk, "Don't mess around."

Three or four guys were actually fixed there. Mr. He covered his face and still smiled: "Mr. Spicy, you really don't have the knife you want."

Ji La knew that these guys did not dare to rebel. At least he did not dare to provoke himself in Xingqing Mansion. Seeing that the shopkeeper He insisted, he wanted to come forward and beat him, but suddenly heard someone in his ear saying, "stop." He looked back and saw that it was the king with a knife.

Even such a small Han man shouted at me. Mr. Jila roared, "Damn it, is this knife going to be decided today?" When he saw Wang's polite appearance, there was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old book boy beside him. The book boy hid behind the king and decided to grab the knife.

At this time, the king held the handle of the knife in one hand and the scabbard in the other hand, and the knife came out of the scabbard a little. Ji La turned around and rushed to the king. One of his hands grabbed the handle wrist of the king, and the other hand grabbed the scabbard. He thought very well. As soon as he held Wang's wrist hard, Wang's side would let go, and then the other hand grabbed the knife and grabbed it. Since you won't sell me, let you give it to me directly.

But the spicy prince was wrong. At that time, the king's knife had been returned to the scabbard. The hand holding the scabbard was back behind him with his wrist. The hand holding the handle had taken action. No one saw his movements clearly. His index finger and middle finger were hooked, and his arms stretched out against the rushing spicy, which was not improperly stuck. The roar of the throat.

Ji La suddenly felt black in front of him. The hands that originally grabbed the scabbard and the king's wrist turned into the wrist that pulled the king stuck his throat, trying to get rid of the king's throat. Everyone was dumbfounded. There was a dead silence around him. There was a smile on the king's face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was both arrogant and moving.

The spicy entourage was also stupid and did not dare to come forward for fear that the king would work harder. People were stunned. How could this young man be so bold: This spicy prince is the son of General Yiwei's spicy Lei, and his name is Ji Laqing. Who in Xingqing Mansion sees that he can't avoid it? However, this king dared to treat him like this.

At this time, Ji Laqing's body was getting lower and lower, and his legs began to soften. His hands became scratching in the air, and his legs and feet began to pedal. Seeing that Ji Laqing had no power to fight back, Wang side let go. Ji Laqing almost lay on the ground, and his entourage hurried over to help him. Ji Laqing covered his throat, gasped and coughed. After a long time, his blue face turned pale.

Finally, he slowed up. He rolled his eyes, shook off his attendant who helped him, and muttered, "A bunch of rubbish!" He pointed to the king and said, "Kid, where are you from? You are cruel today. Do you dare to leave your name?"

Wang Bong had been thinking about the spicy surname just now. He seemed to have a little impression. It should be a Xixia aristocrat. He was invited by Li Xili this time, and it seemed that there was no need to cause this trouble. So he smiled and said, "I'm just a passing merchant. There's no need to leave my name."

"Okay, okay, I can find you if I don't leave it. You wait..." Mr. Ji Laqing said as he turned his head and left. After all, he was at a loss today, and he couldn't beat the king in front of him. Before leaving, he didn't forget to stare at the shopkeeper He fiercely.

Some people in the crowd were usually bullied by Ji Qing. They laughed when they saw this scene, and some kindly advised Wang: "This prince, hurry up, so that he won't come back to trouble you." What's more, he comforted the shopkeeper: "Mr. He, you have passed this year. Why did you provoke him?"

As everyone spoke, they slowly dispersed. Manager He bowed his hand and thanked the king: "Thank you for your action just now. I dare to ask the prince's name."

Wang side smiled and said, "The shopkeeper is polite. Xiao Ke Wang is coming from Bianjing. With all due respect, this matter was caused by this knife just now. I also think this knife is good. Please give me a price."

As soon as the shopkeeper He heard what the king said, he looked at the king for a while and sighed, "This knife can only be given to the prince."

Wang felt puzzled when he accepted a knife like this. He put down the knife and said, "Even so, Mr. He, you'd better keep it by yourself." After saying that, he turned around and said goodbye and left.

Manager He looked at the distant figure of Wang, held the knife and thought for a while. Suddenly, he stamped his foot and grabbed the knife and chased him in the direction of Wang's departure.

Behind the shopkeeper He went after the king, the man stood on the street corner and silently watched the scene that had just happened. He ordered his men to find out who was next to the king. As soon as I returned to Xingqing Mansion, I saw such a scene. In this way, Manma, who was on a one-year mission outside and had just returned to hand in his will, felt very interesting.

The secret envoy of Xixia, Man Mie, is also in charge of the army on the Liaoning border. Li Liangzuo eradicated the Wuzang family with the help of Manmao's power, and then was ordered to inspect the border. Manma had just returned to Xingqing Mansion. I saw the scene of Ji Lalei's son being taught a lesson by the king in the street. There are two political enemies, one of which is not hidden, and the other is a fierce thunder. Manma immediately has a good impression and a strong interest in the young man next to the king.