Chapter 8 Anecdotes

After such an episode, the mercenary suddenly lost its voice, but Ling Hao and his party became lively.

"It's worthy of being my boss, but it's different. As soon as he takes action, he beats that guy." Li Qiang kept flattering beside him.

"Bad boy, go away." Listening to Li Qiangtian's shameless flattery, Ling Hao's frozen face also showed a smile for a few days.

"Come out of here. I want to fight with you." The scar man walked out of the door of the inn and stood on the street with a big sword in his hand. He was much more courageous.

Ling Hao frowned and looked at Valia and asked, "Is it allowed to fight casually here?" Doesn't anyone care?"

Before Valia could answer, the scar man shouted: "You boy is afraid of death and say that you can let me go, as long as you leave them all for me." He said to his fingers at Liya and the other girls.

"Well, it's really a lot of people who are not afraid of death. In the duel, life and death have their own destiny, and there is no problem with killing the other party by mistake, right? Although Ling Hao said it in front of Valia, he used "Lion Roar" in his words to make everyone in the inn hear it clearly. Seeing that Valia nodded, Ling Hao got up and walked out of the door and stood face to face with the Scar Man on the street.

"Take out your sword, or be careful that I will kill you with one sword." The scar man saw that there was nothing in Ling Hao's hand and reminded his opponent to use a weapon. Although he was angry, as a swordsman, the scar man still behaved very elegantly.

"I don't deserve to use weapons against people at your level." Ling Hao sneered.

Hearing Ling Hao's sarcastic words, Scar Dahan suddenly became so angry that he could no longer keep calm. With a roar, the sword in his hand cut at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao did not move in the face of the cut sword. When the sword reached his body quickly, he flicked his right hand.

"Ding."

With a soft sound, the sword that was about to reach the body was swung away. The sword rubbed Ling Hao's shoulder and cut down. With a muffled sound, the endless sword split the big stone on the road, and the broken stones splashed everywhere.

"Good..."

Seeing the power of the scar man's sword, the mercenary side cheered one after another, while the middle-aged man of the mercenary regiment frowned and shook his head. Bertram opened his eyes and looked at the two. Ling Hao stood firmly in place. The scar man leaned forward and stayed aside, maintaining the posture of cutting the stone with a sword. His body was like a puppet and could not move.

"Although you are arrogant, for the sake of recovering part of your strength at the last moment, I will spare you again this time and give you a slight punishment, so that you can bask in the sun here and wake up well." After saying that, Ling Hao walked back to the inn and continued to eat the unfinished breakfast.

After breakfast, Nia proposed to go shopping. Eliza, Lia and Valia cheered one after another. Ling Hao originally planned not to go, but he didn't expect that Liya's few coquettish words dispelled his determination.

Ling Hao held a few big and small bags in his hands, with a helpless face. He followed Liya's four women and kept complaining about himself. He had long known that it was crazy for girls to go shopping, and it was a woman's nature to go shopping. This sentence was really good. I didn't expect that Liya, who was usually quiet and gentle, was also so crazy when she went shopping. .

Ling Hao complained about himself. If he had known that, he should have hardened his heart and should not have lost under Liya's coquettish attack. The first thought was to admire Bertram's firm position and not to go shopping with the four women. When he saw Li Qiang on one side, his mood suddenly became cheerful. Li Qiang beside him was also helpless, but there was still a difference from Ling Hao. The biggest difference was that Li Qiang was full of four women shopping, carrying five or six bags in his hands, one on his shoulders, and one on his neck.

Looking at the girls' prosperity, Ling Hao couldn't help praying to the gods of the fantasy continent, hoping that their shopping enthusiasm would disappear soon, otherwise he would be like Li Qiang.

I don't know which god heard Ling Hao's sincere prayer. Just as the girls walked out of the door of a clothing store and moved towards the next goal, something happened.

A group of people appeared on the streets that were not busy. They gathered from all directions to both sides of the street and set up stalls on the street with all kinds of goods.

"Wang Laoer, why are you here today?" An old man asked loudly when he saw the person setting up the stall opposite.

"You can come, I can't?" Wang Laoer asked the old man opposite.

"Zhang San, did you buy your things from Xicun today? How much is it?" A middle-aged woman asked the man beside her.

"Oh, don't mention it. I used to sell three copper coins and rotten peaches. I must sell ten copper coins today." The man said with a sigh.

"Li Si, don't occupy my seat. I made a reservation five days ago." A burly man roared at the young man who occupied the position.

"Who said this is your position? Whoever arrives first is the one." Li Si put his hands on his chest and looked careless. If you don't find a seat quickly, you will be out of it for a while.

The burly man who was woken up squeezed out of the gap in front of the two stalls and put down his own stall.

"Don't talk nonsense. Come on." A voice suddenly cleared the street. After a moment of silence, there were all kinds of hawking sounds on the street.

From their words, it seems that they came here to wait for someone. Ling Hao was very curious and muttered to himself, "Who is it? Will there be so many people waiting for him?"

Ling Hao looked at Valia and wanted to get some information from her, but when he saw that she was also confused, he didn't ask.

Valia noticed Ling Hao's eyes. She smiled and said, "Let's sit in the teahouse over there and see what's going on by the way."

Hearing this, everyone nodded one after another, so the group walked into the nearby teahouse and chose a window table to sit down.

Soon after, a well-dressed teenager came arrogantly from the other side of the street, followed by eight attendants. The teenager passed by a fruit stall, picked it up casually, looked at it, swept all the fruits on the ground, and shouted, "You dare to take out such a garbage thing and deceive people. I smashed your stall." With that, he stepped on the fruit that fell to the ground.

"It seems to be a dil." Valia and four other women made such an evaluation of the teenager's behavior.

Ling Hao looked at the group of teenagers and smiled at the four women and said, "It's not that simple. Look at the people who were knocked over by him and kicked the shop with joy, but he passed by the stall owners who didn't smash with a look of chagrin."

"Sure enough, it's like this. I really don't know what's going on. I'm happy to be hit by someone. What a group of weirdos." Nia said.

Just as everyone was puzzled, the shopkeeper of the teahouse who passed by the table suddenly asked with a smile, "Ha ha, are some guests from outsiders?"

Liya answered, "Yes, we just arrived yesterday, but how did you know?"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse said, "Ha ha, it's very simple, because you don't even know what's going on in front of you, which means that you must not be a local."

Seeing the appearance of the shopkeeper of the teahouse, Ling Hao said, "Oh, in this case, can you tell us what's going on?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. In fact, that child is also quite pitiful." The shopkeeper of the teahouse said, "This matter should start with the name of our small city. We were an unknown village 60 years ago until a great man came out. He is Situ Chenyang, the current left prime minister of our Dishui Tes country. His appearance made our small village famous all of a sudden, and gradually developed into what it is now. The current name of the city, Enze, was changed to commemorate a person. He is the son of Situ Enze, the left prime minister, Situ Chenyang. Twenty years ago, Situ Enze was only 26 years old and had the strength of a great swordsman. He was the youngest genius swordsman in the history of the fantasy continent. Everyone thought that he would definitely become a swordsman in the future. Unexpectedly, the Warcraft War broke out. When Warcraft invaded our town, he stood up and led more than 50 brothers who studied swordsmanship with him to resist the invasion of Warcraft. By the time the army came to rescue, they had been killed and injured, and only Situ Enze was still alive. But he was also seriously injured. There were hundreds of wounds on his body, and he died because of his serious injuries in less than three days after returning home.

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper of the teahouse sighed, "Enze is really a good boy, but it's a pity that he died too early."