When Nan Yu Xingle stopped the carriage and Mu Xiaojiu and Feng Siniang walked out of the carriage, a farce was being staged at the tea stall.

To be precise, it can't be called a farce, it should be said to be an action drama.

One of the two protagonists of this scene is a handsome man in his twenties, with a white face and beard, wearing a scarf, holding a folding fan in his hand; On the other side, there is a small old man with a rickety waist and a big black mole on his right cheek, holding a bamboo chopstick in his right hand.

The handsome man was smiling, and the little old man was expressionless.

There were still a lot of people gathered at the tea stall, and it was estimated that half of the people had seats, and half of them could only stand. It's just strange that at least thirty percent of the "onlookers" at the tea stall are heroines with weapons, which is a rare scene.

You know, in the past, it was not always possible to see so many chivalrous women gathered together.

It wasn't until the handsome man with a smile rushed towards the little old man with a folding fan that Mu Xiaojiu and the other three suddenly realized that after a long time, these chivalrous women gathered here came to cheer for the handsome man.

"Seventh Son! Come on! ”

"Seventh Prince, we love you! You've got to win! ”

"The Seventh Prince is the most handsome! I don't care! The Seventh Prince is the most handsome! ”

Nan Yuxing hugged his arms and couldn't help but shudder, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Oh my God, Master, these ............ What's wrong with the girls, are they all crazy? Girl...... Shouldn't you be reserved? ”

Mu Xiaojiu glanced at Nan Yuxing's handsome face that could completely crush the handsome man in terms of appearance, and said with a little ridicule: "Yuxing, don't talk about anything else, I suggest you cover your face with a handkerchief first, otherwise you will feel better in a while." ”

Nan Yuxing blinked, looking at Mu Xiaojiu with some confusion. To be honest, he really didn't understand what he, the master, was talking about, he was obviously asking about those girls, why did the master suddenly let himself cover his face.

However, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it, Nan Yuxing is still quite well-behaved and blocked her face with the long handkerchief in her arms.

"Yo, that's interesting."

Just when Nan Yuxing was about to continue to ask his master for advice, he found that Mu Xiaojiu's gaze had shifted to the two people who were fighting, and he praised it with interest.

If you can make Mu Xiaojiu say an interesting competition, it must be at least one of the martial arts of one of the parties that does have some doorways. Therefore, Nan Yuxing hurriedly turned his head to look over.

In the tea stall, the handsome man's hand folding fan opened and closed continuously, like a crescent moon, constantly changing and moving between his fingers, but the tricks were all directed at the key point of the little old man, and there was no mercy at all.

Nan Yuxing took a closer look, but he was also a little surprised.

It turned out that the folding fan in the man's hand in front of him was very strange. One move seems to be a knife move, and the other move is like a swordsmanship, which is ever-changing, as if the knife, sword, gun, fingers, palms, and fists have all been transformed into this small folding fan by him.

But there is only one thing, he holds a folding fan in his hand, but none of the tricks are the use of folding fans.

As for the rumored tea stall owner, that is, the little old man, his shots are a bit mediocre, just the most basic and basic, and they can't even be called ordinary sword moves with swordsmanship. The only thing that can attract attention is probably that he is using a bamboo chopstick against the enemy.

However, after watching two more moves, the expression on Nan Yuxing's face suddenly became serious.

The swordsmanship in the little old man's hand, where is the simplest and most basic swordsmanship? That's not swordsmanship at all, the old man is holding chopsticks, it seems to be a swordsmanship, everyone thinks he is using swordsmanship, but in fact, the old man uses chopsticks to make it, it is clearly a very strange, but obviously belongs to the superior exquisite marksmanship.

Nan Yuxing, who was shocked in his heart, looked at it seriously again, and then looked at Mu Xiaojiu with a questioning face.

"If you want to ask anything, just say it." Mu Xiaojiu didn't turn his head to look at Nan Yuxing, but he said a word directly to Nan Yuxing.

Nan Yuxing sorted out his thoughts for a moment, and then spoke: "Master, I don't dare to confirm it, the owner of the tea stall uses ...... Is it marksmanship? ”

"Well, that's right, it's marksmanship." Mu Xiaojiu nodded and gave Nan Yuxing an affirmative answer.

Nan Yuxing took a deep breath, then stopped talking, just quietly watched the battle between the square inches of the tea stall.

……

After about thirty moves, the handsome man, that is, the seventh prince in the mouth of the girls around him, had already revealed his defeat, although he was still barely resisting the pursuit of the tea stall owner with the endless tricks of folding the fan in his hand, but it was obvious that he couldn't support it for long.

Although most of the chivalrous girls around are third-rate martial arts, after all, there are still a few martial arts that are passable, and their eyesight is okay, and they see that it seems that it is difficult for this seventh prince to continue to hold on, so they hurriedly called on the girls around them, hoping that everyone can work hard to encourage the seventh prince.

No, the scene suddenly became awkward, because just after the girls raised their volume and shouted twice, the bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the tea stall owner actually pierced the special fan surface of the folding fan in the hand of the seventh prince, and then stopped only an inch away from the seventh prince's Adam's apple.

The seventh prince sighed, although it was difficult to hide the loss, but he still put away the folding fan without losing courtesy, and then arched his hand at the owner of the tea stall, "The boss is good kung fu, good martial arts, this swordsmanship, it seems to be ordinary, but in fact, it is a hidden mystery, and he is losing." ”

The tea stall owner glanced at him, waved his hand, and then walked to the large teapot he had just set aside with his chopsticks.

This is neither soft nor hard, which undoubtedly makes the seventh prince feel uncomfortable for a while, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, don't go." The owner of the tea stall suddenly stopped him: "You haven't paid for your tea yet." ”

The seventh prince covered his face with his sleeves, turned around and dropped his money bag in shame, and didn't care about that much, so he directly crossed the crowd with light skills and went into the distance, leaving only a group of girls who couldn't keep up with him and could only shout in place.

Outside the crowd, Nan Yuxing looked at the back of the Seventh Prince who was gradually disappearing very strangely, and looked at Mu Xiaojiu suspiciously, "Master, that Seventh Prince...... Why is the tea stall owner using swordsmanship? Didn't the tea stall owner use marksmanship? ”