Daliang, Bianzhou
The autumn rain just passed last night, the sky is clear and the air is fresh. The willows and other things beside the road have rain and dew rolling on their leaves, and they are green.
As the capital of Zhu Liang, Bianzhou's scale was slightly inferior to those of the other two capitals, Luoyang and Chang'an.
Although Zhu Wen acted rebelliously, he harmed Zhaozong and usurped the throne. But Bianzhou can be regarded as the foot of the emperor, so most people from all over the Central Plains also gathered in Bianzhou.
Although it was still early in the morning, the streets in the outer city had already begun to come alive.
The porters who carried the goods wore yellowed sweat towels around their necks. In this approaching winter weather, they only wore sweatshirts and short clothes, and they kept running around.
Their duty is to move all the goods needed by the store in this early morning when there are not many customers.
"Get away!"
Several knights riding black clothes and black armor suddenly galloped past the north city gate, and were slapped with a whip on their heads and faces.
Several porters carrying goods fell to the ground in pain, and the simply packaged goods on their shoulders were scattered in pieces.
In just a moment, the hot sweat on his head turned into cold sweat.
Just this moment, at least half a month of hard work will be wasted...
But those few knights of Xuanming Sect ignored it completely and left high-spirited.
The people watching all around showed unbearable expressions, but none of them dared to offend the knights of the Xuanming Sect, so they could only secretly say bad luck.
Several riders from the Xuanming Sect entered from the north city with high spirits. The horse's hooves hit the stone slab rapidly, and as he was about to go away, a robed figure suddenly appeared on the street directly in front of him.
A bowl of hot noodle soup was just in his hand, and the little Taoist priest just immersed himself in eating the noodles, letting the horses of the Xuanming Sect come galloping towards him.
"Hey! That silly Taoist priest, get out of the way! Are you stupid?"
There were exclamations from the people watching all around, but the little Taoist priest just kept snarling and seemed to be deaf to the outside world.
Suddenly there was a sigh.
At a noodle stall not far away, a young man in mysterious clothes raised his head, revealing a young face that was a little hot from eating noodle soup. His right hand habitually held the bamboo hat placed on the table.
A pair of quiet, deep eyes were slightly concealed.
The corners of the leading knight's mask raised up. Instead of reining in the horse, he clamped the horse's belly hard and rushed straight towards the young Taoist priest.
The vicious heart is self-evident.
"boom……"
There were already timid women around who couldn't bear to turn their heads, lest they see the horrific scene.
The next second, there was a sound of horses neighing painfully.
The porters who were watching with their eyes open clearly saw that the big brown horse, which weighed a thousand pounds, was forcibly overturned by the little Taoist priest.
The clean noodle bowl in his hand was already in the air.
The leading knight, along with the horses they sat on, fell to the ground wailing.
The little Taoist priest himself immediately rose into the air, lightly patted the chests of the other two knights with his two palms, and the two figures in black flew backwards in an instant.
Two ownerless horses rushed past the Taoist priest.
It was at this moment that the porcelain bowl used to hold the noodle soup was firmly caught by Xiao Dao with his fluttering long sleeves. Two slender bamboo sticks gently pressed against the throat of the leading knight.
Amid the horrified look on the knight's face, a mean smile appeared on his cynical face.
"Compensate."
The Xuanming Cult knight's eyes widened and he looked in the direction of the Taoist priest's finger. He saw the porters who had lost their goods, their mouths wide open in shock.
"Master said that you have to admit your mistakes and stand upright when you are beaten. I have nothing more to say. I think you are unlucky when you meet the Taoist Master today. Just pay for it."
"Well...one hundred taels per person."
Not to mention the stunned honest porters, even the young man sitting in the noodle stall raised his lips in a funny way.
One hundred taels, even in these troubled times, can buy dozens of kilos of food...
"Master Dao, not so much..."
The Xuanming Cult knight choked, his voice trembling, he took out a money bag from his waist and handed it over.
The little Taoist priest opened the money bag and took a look, curled his lips in disdain, and then looked at the other two knights lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
"It's for both of you, hurry up."
The two knights naturally did not dare to resist. They felt like they were out of breath. They took out their respective money bags and struggled to get up.
"Master Dao, here..."
The little Taoist priest weighed the three money bags with his hands, stepped on the knight's face with the sole of his shoe, and threw the money bags to the porters from a distance.
"You three, Master Dao will let you go."
After hearing this, the three knights of the Xuanming Cult no longer felt pain in their chests, and their low howling stopped. They immediately got up, nodded like garlic, climbed on their respective horses and fled away in a hurry. .
A few porters in the distance held their money bags hesitantly and looked at the little Taoist priest here with pursed lips.
The little Taoist priest waved his hand casually: "Let's divide the money and go away. Be careful if you encounter those guys again. The Taoist master doesn't dare to stay here anymore..."
People in half the street just stared at this carefree little Taoist priest.
This is the way it is for an expert outside the world.
The porters were about to kneel down and thank them. The little Taoist priest waved his hand, wiped his mouth casually with the long sleeves of his long and wide Taoist robe, and walked towards the noodle stall holding a porcelain bowl.
"Boss, I almost broke your bowl. How much does this cost?"
The noodle stall owner backed away in fear, looking embarrassed.
"Master Tao is a chivalrous and righteous person, so there is no need to pay... This bowl will also be given to Master Tao."
Just kidding, if those people from the Xuanming Sect went crazy and knew that this little Taoist priest ate noodles from him, it would be a good idea to smash the stall...
The little Taoist priest frowned, but insisted on giving the money. He touched his dirty Taoist robe with one hand, and then showed an embarrassed look on his face.
For a moment, the stall owner and the little Taoist priest were a little embarrassed.
Emotions are a master of overlord noodles...
"Stall owner, I gave it to this Taoist brother."
Four coins were still on the table between the two of them, and a dull voice came from the side.
The little Taoist priest turned his head and saw that it was a young man in a bamboo hat who took action.
The stall owner quickly thanked him and put away the bowl used by the little Taoist priest.
As long as the people from the Xuanming Sect are really looking for them, they can't escape anyway, so they might as well move somewhere else...
"Xiao Dao Yunsheng, thank you so much for the donor."
After the young Taoist priest and the young man in a bamboo hat carrying the sword box were farther away, the young Taoist priest solemnly bowed, and his long fluttering sleeves on both sides were brushed on the ground.
The young man in the bamboo hat helped him up with a smile on his face.
"I, Li Jing, have just seen Taoist brother act righteously, but it is because of my appetite. It is worth two cents to get to know a Taoist brother who is passionate about me."
Yun Sheng touched the messy hair on the top of his head, glanced at the sword box behind the young man subconsciously, and said: "Xiaodao wanted to thank Donor Li, but unfortunately I can't stay in Bianzhou City Xiaodao anymore. We have to leave the city now. Donor Li’s kindness will be repaid if there is an opportunity in the future!”
This donor Li is naturally Li Jing.
After he and Li Xingyun came out of Fengxiang, Li Xingyun was afraid that everyone in the Hidden Soldier Valley would be suspicious, so he planned to go back and coax Uncle Yang to return to Jianlu, and then let Li Jing go for treatment.
Li Jing did not expect that Li Xingyun would think so much. Originally, everything he did was under the supervision of Yuan Tiangang, so doing this was unnecessary.
But in this case, Li Jing can also travel around the Central Plains, and then slowly move to the Qingcheng Mountain Jianlu.
It just so happens that I came to Bianzhou to look for the thief saint Wen Tao.
