Jiang Wen, who was still haggling with the merchants, felt a commotion outside and the number of customers gradually dwindled. He finally had the opportunity to deal with the unscrupulous merchant in front of him who was taking advantage of the autumn to increase prices.
Why don't you rob two autumn quilts and three taels of silver?
But not long after, a guest who was watching the fun came back to report the news.
"Go and see, there's a fight upstairs at Hongbin!"
Upon hearing this, the customers in the shop expressed their disdain.
"Tch! Is there any day when no one fights in Hongbin Tower?"
"The restaurant owner opened the handicap himself. You can even bet on the time of the fight and the number of casualties. What's so strange about a fight?"
"Don't look at it. The boss hired me. I lost three taels in my last bet! It must be a shady secret!"
"We are all scholars. Is it okay to be unfazed by favors and humiliations?"
The imperial court once commended Jianning Mansion for being a town of morality and justice, where every household had poetry and books. The people in the town could not tolerate others and did things that harmed the status of the farming family.
To be precise, in Jianning Mansion, "the outstanding people of Jianning Prefecture are distinguished by their writing, and those who are fierce are also strong in strength." This probably means that a scholar came here and trembled to express that everyone here is rich in cultural relics. It's very nice to talk. I like it here very much.
After all, here is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many mountains and few fields. Farmers even have to cultivate Cui Wei to make a living. As a farmer who reads poetry and books...
It makes sense to know how to hold a knife, right?
According to a former county magistrate, the people here have always liked to "carry swords and arrows, fight, avoid service, and compete for personal gain." Chen Haonan can only be regarded as quite gregarious and competitive here. Vibrant youth.
The guest who came back to report also felt that he was making a bit of a fuss, and continued a little shyly: "I saw it was more lively on the other side. There is a girl who sold her body to bury her mother, and she is very beautiful!"
"Where!"
"I'll go take a look first!"
"How can a scholar ignore death?"
The store exploded instantly, and before he finished speaking, all the customers in the store had disappeared.
"Tch, he also said that he is a scholar. Boss, do you want to sell me or not... huh? What about people?"
Jiang Wen continued shopping with disdain, only to find that even the shopkeepers had gone to watch the excitement of selling one's body to bury one's mother.
Then, while expressing his disdain, he left the copper coins and packed the quilt away.
Jiang Wen walked out of the shop and found that there was a lot of excitement on both sides. Especially the girl who sold her body to bury her mother, but the Jingchai sarong cannot conceal her beauty. When she lowers her head to wipe her tears, her eyes are flowing. She has an indescribable charm and loveliness, and her plain clothes make her pure and beautiful.
But Jiang Wen didn't plan to go that way.
Everyone in the world knows that women represent trouble, and beautiful women represent great trouble. With such a weak foundation in his sect, there is no way he can catch the eye of this thieves, mother and daughter.
The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. This man is a liar at first glance!
Jiang Wen turned around and searched around, only to find that Xiao Shitou and Ningdie were standing next to a performer, looking at the hard qigong performance of breaking the gun shaft with the throat and connecting the knife edge with the chest.
The rough and tough man performing the show bit a rag in his mouth, and groaned in his throat. The wax wood gun shaft broke with the sound, and there was only a shallow dent in the throat, the most fragile part of the human body.
The people on the side occasionally cheered, but the ones who received more feedback were doubts.
"That's it?" "Is it fake?" "I'm tired of watching, I have nothing else to do and leave!" "Let's go, let's go."
The big man performing the show looked angry and lowered his head in silence. He picked up a simple knife from the side and chopped a piece of wood into pieces before slashing at his abdomen.
Every blow was made with full force, as if he wanted to kill the people who questioned him, but he was forced to bow his head and endure it for the sake of survival, only to get more ridicule.
"This man was performing in front of Yuejiadao just now, and he was chased here. He's nothing to see."
Someone nearby was speaking loudly on purpose.
Jiang Wen took another look and was sure that the person in front of him had some skills, but he didn't understand the secrets of performing arts in the world at all.
Jianghu busking has its own set of rules and methods, just like live streaming to sell goods. You have to make up stories, make preparations, and go through the process. First, you need to create two routines and use a few tricks to trap pedestrians and then do the hard work. By the way, you can also Sell a powerful pill or something.
A person like this performer may have skills, but he is seriously lacking in awe-inspiring skills. He has never learned to keep people appetizing. No matter how powerful his skills are, he cannot withstand repeated performances over and over again.
The audience in Xiamei Town, who came from the Deyun Society Small Theater, was used to grabbing the stage and coaxing the performers to show their true skills. Who would have thought that this person was really stunned.
Speaking of being stunned, Jiang Wen glanced at his apprentice and found that Ningdie was absentmindedly ignoring him, but Xiao Shitou was paying full attention.
"...Are you looking at it so seriously? Do you guys have a mutual affinity?"
Compared with the man's showmanship, the bloody scene upstairs in Hongbin was more interesting, but the merchants in Xiamei Town stopped to watch, pointing downstairs, commenting that today's fight was quite exciting, and the boss had spent a lot of money. !
The rain started again, and the windows of Hongbin Building were slammed open. A middle-aged man covered in blood fell from the air and landed heavily on the soaked stone road. The last trace of blood on his face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes bulged. Suddenly, he died of anger.
Hong Xiguan held the silver spear in his hand. With a slight turn, he dismantled the spear into three pieces and put them into his baggage. He grabbed the wooden pole of the wine flag at the door and flew down without any smoke.
The onlookers cheered for a while - and then moved out of the way, saying they couldn't afford to offend him.
"Wen Ding, let's go."
Hong Xiguan's voice was even colder when he spoke, without a trace of blood from Hongbinlou's remaining limbs.
But Wen Ding, who had been with his father for many years, could naturally tell that something was wrong in his tone, so he walked out of the crowd and followed his father.
Jiang Wen saw all this and told Xiao Shitou and Ningdie not to run around, then ducked into an alley next to them.
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"You two, what are you doing?"
Jiang Wen stopped two traveling businessmen on this small road.
The two vendors froze, and one of them put down his burden and turned his head warily, "What are you looking at!"
Jiang Wen was stunned and said angrily: "You guys from out of town come here to urinate? There will be a toilet at the corner of the street in front of you. Can't you hold it in anymore?"
The other salesman quickly turned his head with an honest smile.
Carrying the cargo box, he hurriedly arranged his clothes, turned his head and said with a smile, "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it back, let's leave now..."
"I just look down on outsiders, they have no quality, they piss everywhere, I look down on them."
Jiang Wen became even more unreasonable, "Looking at your looks, I know you are not our old Beijinger Jing'er."
The two salesmen bowed their heads and apologized repeatedly, and walked quickly past Jiang Wen, one on the left and the other on the right. However, at the moment when they crossed paths, their eyes met, and they could see the murderous intent in each other's eyes with perfect understanding.
The bearer's pole landed on the ground, and he raised his hand to pull out the spear and insert it into the eye. The man carrying the bag also held a sharp knife and stabbed Jiang Wen's waist. This set of combined attack movements seemed to have been practiced countless times, and he stretched out like a smooth flow!
But the two men could not continue their movements, and were easily blocked by Jiang Wen's left and right hands, and the weapons were knocked to the ground.
The two of them didn't even notice how the other moved their hands and quickly revealed their identities.
"We are imperial spies! Let go!"
Jiang Wen remained unmoved at all and kept slapping the two of them on their faces.
"Is this a foreigner or a spy? I'm General Songpa's pistol captain!"
After being slapped in the face by Jiang Wen, the two salesmen awkwardly distanced themselves from him.
In order to keep the arrest secret, the arrest of Hong Xiguan was carried out directly by spies from the Ministry of Justice without informing the local government, and they would not travel in official uniforms. Therefore, even if Hong Xiguan killed someone in the street, the county government would only think it was an ordinary fight.
It is good to silence one's mouth, it is wonderful to silence one's mouth.
If you silence these two people, you will have a chance to recruit new disciples, right?
You said killing someone on the street is considered a homicide?
Since the overthrow of Shenzhou, the most common thing used by the Chong'an County government office to make a living is the daily murder case files.
"Mianzhang, your posture is good. The Great Compassion Fist is a mess."
Seeing the two spies who wanted to go back to report the news, Jiang Wen's face gradually became serious.
"But looking at your organizational structure, one out of every two people is a Shaolin traitor. The monks will have a hard time in the future..."
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"Wen Ding, someone is following us."
As they walked, Hong Xiguan spoke.
"Dad, she is also a poor person and wants to go with us."
Hong Wending's voice was very soft, and his eyes turned to follow them all the way. Chu Chu looked pitifully at their Ningdie, "Just send her to her family."
Hong Xiguan's eyebrows were full of anger. Hearing Wen Ding mention the word "family" and thinking of his elder brother who was still staring at death on the stone road, he finally lost his temper and did not object.
Ningdie followed two steps closely and found that the two people in front of her didn't try to get rid of her, so she couldn't help but get excited.
I don’t want to stay in such a desolate sect in the mountains!
But on the other side, Jiang Wen was dumbfounded.
When he returned, he found that the performing arts stalls had been removed and there seemed to be signs of fighting.
Little Stone stood alone in the rain, picking up scattered copper plates on the ground, and asked him quickly.
"Little Shitou, where has your junior sister Ningdie gone?"
Where is Jiang Wen's apprentice?
Where did the older disciple go?
Weren't you just watching the excitement?
Xiao Shitou raised his head and looked at the master, giving Jiang Wen an expression and letting Jiang Wen experience it for himself.
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[Junior sister? What is a junior sister? Can it be eaten? 】
