The waists of Xue Huaiwei, Tang Shize and Du Jiunian have been tied with ropes. The ropes used by the boatman sister to tie the boats are just the right length.
The end of the rope was in Xin Zhuo's hand, and he dragged the three of them forward.
He didn't mean to insult the three of them, but these three were of great use and couldn't be let go. But if two were seriously injured and one was unconscious, he wouldn't be able to carry them on his back, right?
Not far away on the river, the four people from Lingxi and the boatman's eldest sister were still sitting on the board with blank faces.
What happened?
Such a powerful Master Tang Shize was beaten neatly and crippled by a child who was probably not even old enough, and was dragged along like a dead dog?
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" The girl with the square face shook her head tremblingly as if her dream was shattered and her idol persona collapsed.
The two teenagers were also holding their knees with their hands, their eyes were dull, and they no longer had the high spirits of wandering around in the world. The world was too scary, so it was better to go home.
Only Lingxi looked at Xin Zhuo with stern eyes and shouted with admiration: "May I ask the hero's name?"
Name taboo? Almost became your stepfather!
Xin Zhuo said casually: "I am Jiang Hezhu, the flower-picking thief who is full of evil and murderous people. I will kill these three people immediately. Please spread my reputation!"
"Well……"
Lingxi was a little disappointed. Such a young hero with a very high level of martial arts could be so rude and a flower-picking thief. He responded timidly: "Okay, I will spread the word!"
Xin Zhuo had already dragged the person away.
It had just rained on the mountain path, and there were still weeds on the ground. It didn't hurt to rub their backs, so Xue Huaiwei and Tang Shize, who were still awake, allowed Xin Zhuo to drag them while they had time to think about the problem.
Lost! Hesitant! disturbed! Dejected! fear!
All kinds of emotions came to my mind, which can be described as a mixed bag of emotions.
The future is bleak, no! Lives are at risk!
But after being defeated by a little thief who they and others always thought could be easily killed and treated as a plaything, the feeling of shame and shame was so strong that it destroyed all the pride in their hearts.
I can’t figure it out, I still can’t figure it out.
How could a little bandit be so powerful? Totally unreasonable.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. It was impossible to provoke Xin Zhuo. Tang Shize turned his head and looked at Xue Huaiwei angrily: "Brother Xue, you have no ability to recognize people. This defeat is not my fault, it is your fault!"
Xue Huaiwei turned the tablet sideways, trying not to let the wound touch the ground. He sighed quietly and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Xin Zhuo's back in front of him with a very complicated expression: "Xin Zhuo, I suddenly understand why you can stir up trouble in Fufeng Mansion. .”
Xin Zhuo didn't even look back: "What do you understand?"
"You are gifted as a monster, and your physique is different from ordinary people. You know how to adapt martial arts, or it may be that your grandfather Xin Aotian, the old thief, has a secret. He found people to fight and caused trouble everywhere throughout his life. Maybe he was integrating some kind of martial arts. Before he died, I will impart it all to you!"
Xue Huaiwei seemed to have found the key to his confusion and sighed. This made sense. After all, Xin Zhuo's martial arts was unheard of, and his moves and paths were weird and unpredictable. They were not the moves of normal people at all.
This failure is not my fault!
Xin Zhuo seemed to be only interested in the deeds of his grandfather Xin Aotian, and said: "You must have heard of my grandfather. Is he really as miserable as Ge's Manor said? I actually don't believe it. Tell me the truth. , I can spare you from death!"
Xue Huaiwei fell into deep thought.
Tang Shi raised his head and sneered, "Xin Thief, do you really think we are afraid of death?"
"Very good, if you have the guts, I'll peel your skin off later!" Xin Zhuo said very seriously: "Then sprinkle some salt, and after you die, feed it to the dog!"
Xiao Huang, who was wandering around on the side, turned around when he heard this and yelled viciously.
Tang Shi was breathing heavily, frowning and keeping silent.
At this time, Xue Huaiwei suddenly said: "I seem to know something about Xin Aotian!"
"Say!" Xin Zhuo's expression changed.
Xue Huaiwei said: "My master has a good relationship with the previous magistrate of Fufeng Mansion. I was sent to Fufeng Mansion as the chief arrester three years ago. At that time, I heard some things about Xin Aotian.
It is said that when your grandfather Xin Aotian first arrived in Fulong Mountain, he was only in the ninth level and did things quite normally. He only robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and occasionally went out to bring back one or two children or refugees. He did not do anything extraordinary..."
Xin Zhuo believes this. Although his grandfather is a tough, rude and domineering person in his impression, as the saying goes, "love comes from the heart", his eyes are full of kindness, which is definitely not what those people in Ge's Manor say. So unbearable.
Moreover, the people he brought up the mountain, such as Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi, looked cold, rude, and cunning, but in fact they were kind in nature and would not kill people at will or bully the weak.
Who will lead what soldiers? How bad can he be?
"continue……"
"A few years later..." Xue Huaiwei thought for a while and said: "Your grandfather had a good relationship with a beggar, so much so that they ate and drank together. I don't understand how a bandit and a beggar are friends. What's wrong with them? A common topic?
Then your grandfather went to Duanyang Tower. You should ask Tang Shize about this. After your grandfather went to Duanyang Tower once, he seemed to be a different person. In the end, it was his father Tang Wuwo who killed your grandfather. . "
Xin Zhuo looked back at Tang Shize: "Let's talk about it."
Tang Shi then coughed lightly: "I was still young at that time, so I didn't know!"
"ever--"
The spear in Xin Zhuo's hand was already pressed against his neck, piercing the skin of his neck: "Say!"
No one is afraid of death.
Of course Tang Shize was no exception, breathing heavily: "I don't know the specific situation. I was only ten years old at the time. I vaguely remember that your grandfather and the beggar came together, and then they had a drink. Just left, I really don’t know anything else!”
Xin Zhuo thought for a moment: "In that case, my grandfather and your father not only have no hatred, but are still friends. Why did your father kill my grandfather?"
Tang Shize frowned, as if he really didn't know.
Xue Huaiwei said: "After coming out of Duanyang Tower, your grandfather started doing all kinds of evil, and then the trouble got out of hand. The hero Tang Wuwo regarded himself as a famous martial artist, so he naturally wanted to eliminate all evil."
Xin Zhuo sneered and said: "Do you think this makes sense? They are friends, why don't they persuade them to fight? After my grandfather came out of Duanyang Tower, his temperament changed drastically. How could it have nothing to do with Tang Wuwo?"
"This..." Xue Huaiwei also felt that the logic did not make sense.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath: "Do you know who that beggar is?"
Tang Shize suddenly spoke up, with a slightly fearful look on his face: "Huang Jiu Beggar! That old guy is very evil. You can never know what he is thinking. He always smiles and looks pitiful. I once secretly saw him kissing a child. Stuffing bugs in the neck, is this what normal people do?”
"Huang Jiu Beggar?"
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
Xue Huaiwei said: "That's the beggar Huang Jiu from Fufeng Fucheng's Jinghuang Street. He once collected five hundred taels of silver from the Murong family and sang, 'The white horse roars in the west wind, destroys Jiuheng with the sword, the amazing talent is peerless, Fufeng little Murong' is Murong Xiu." The famous Huang Jiu Beggar."
