The old man who called stopped and gasped for breath.
Another young man smiled with a smile on his face and showed the pheasant with both hands: "It's not easy to catch game. I have something good to eat tonight."
Tuantou's face turned ugly, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.
He turned his head sharply and stared at Zhang Guiji, as if he wanted to force the grease out of him.
Zhang Guiji continued: "That grandpa caught it."
The head of the group was still staring at him.
"Hey, how does this little brother know?" the old man said.
Tuantou's face couldn't look any more ugly.
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Jiangning Fucheng is surrounded by rivers, and there is a small bridge in it. It is very old. The original stone has been stained with a layer of old moss, and the moss has dissolved into pits and holes, showing a peculiar brown color.
The locals don’t call this bridge “Iron Bridge” because its color is like rust.
From that day on, there was a child sitting on the bridge, sitting on a straw mat with a big umbrella beside him.
Every day at noon, one or two beggars would come to take care of him, give him food, or chat with him.
What's even more surprising is that a wooden sign was erected next to the child with the word "Zhi Duan" written on it.
That day, the leader of Jiangning Group suddenly had an idea and handed Zhang Guiji to the beggars who came to offer pheasants and asked them to take care of him. Since it was given by the head of the group, the two of them did not dare to neglect it.
As time went by, they also learned about Zhang Guiji's abilities.
"This little kid, as long as he speaks a few words, a lot of money will go into his waist." The old beggar said.
Anyway, it’s not like Zhang Guiji has never done this before.
They sorted him out and died next to the "iron bridge" where most people came and went.
Sometimes, the head of the group would call Zhang Guiji and ask him something.
That is of course when he wants to make a decision.
Unknowingly, he had been given the name "Zhang Tieqiao".
God calculated Zhang Tieqiao.
People knew from his accent that he was from Guangnan East Road.
"Is the Southern Barbarian actually so powerful?"
The so-called "spreading like wildfire" can be applied to him.
His reputation spread along the waterways and spread to the world outside Jiangning Mansion.
Even nobles from Kaifeng Prefecture in Tokyo visited Jiangning Prefecture because of him to ask about good or bad luck.
The turbulent ten years of his life have finally passed, and more than twenty years have passed with only light wind and rain...
After talking for so long, where has Yun Kong gone?
Wait.
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The children who used to be at the bridge no longer stay at the iron bridge.
His temper is very strange now.
He laid down two rules.
First, he doesn’t want to see anyone he doesn’t want to see.
Second, he only sees the people he wants to see.
Speaking of which, there is no need to order two, one is enough.
But he said: "Wanting and not wanting are two different things."
Even if he has a point.
It's not easy to find him now. You have to pay the beggars first, and only after they take you to find him will you know whether he wants to look at you or not.
Zhang Tieqiao did this out of necessity.
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That day, a Taoist priest appeared on the street.
The Taoist priest is neither fat nor thin, his cheeks are flushed, his skin is fair, and his age cannot be seen at all. The Taoist robes on his body are not gorgeous, but there is a faint brilliance.
There was a contemptuous smile on his face, and he seemed to be very disdainful of everything around him.
His head didn't move, but his eyes were searching everywhere.
I saw the corner of his mouth move, and he grabbed a beggar.
"Where is Zhang Tieqiao?"
The beggar was surprised at first, but when he understood what was going on, he laughed happily, stretched out his hand and said, "Please have mercy on me, the beggar first..."
The Taoist replied: "Okay." Before he finished speaking, he twisted the beggar's arm out of joint.
The beggar screamed and tried to pull his hand away, but was held tightly.
The beggar's cry of pain attracted passers-by, and also attracted more beggars.
What is the purpose of beggars forming a group? Just for this situation.
The Taoist priest still held the beggar, looking coldly at the gradually shrinking circle, letting the beggars surround him.
"I," the Taoist priest's loud voice overwhelmed all the beggars, "I want to see Zhang Tieqiao."
After he finished speaking, he twisted his hand again and reattached Beggar's dislocated arm, as if there was no damage.
"Okay, there are so many people, no one knows where Zhang Tieqiao is, right?"
A beggar who seemed to have some identity said: "You hurt our companion, is that such a simple thing?"
The Taoist priest showed an innocent look in his eyes: "But I have taken care of him again."
"You little bastard! Stop talking nonsense!" As he said that, the beggars swarmed up to him, some wielding dog-beating sticks, and some punching him directly.
The Taoist priest had expected this move, and he immediately stepped forward and muttered something. He didn't know what he was saying, but the last sentence he heard was: "Hurry is like a law!"
The beggars shouted and fell to the ground one after another.
Strangely enough, after the beggars fell to the ground, they were so weak that they could no longer get up. They could only collapse on the ground and moan.
"That's enough," the Taoist priest's voice was still loud, "Take me to see him."
The well-known beggar finally managed to say: "Now... how can I take Nong there...?"
The Taoist priest gently let go of the seal that he had maintained with his right hand, and the beggars were released from their restraints.
The distinguished beggar walked up to the Taoist, waved his hand and said, "Please."
Beggar didn't know the details of this man, and seeing that he was so capable, he was afraid of suffering another loss, so he had to take him to see Zhang Tieqiao.
"I don't know whether Mr. Zhang will look after Nong or not..." Beggar murmured.
"He will." The Taoist priest said he was confident, rather than taking it for granted.
Beggar said sullenly: "You can't hurt him, the head of the group won't let him go!"
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I'm afraid you Tuantou will not live long."
The beggar was stunned for a moment, thinking that the man was short of words, so he said these words, and then ignored him and strode away calmly.
The Taoist priest followed him, passing through several alleys, sometimes into smelly back alleys, sometimes into narrow passages that could only accommodate one person, and so turned one after another before arriving at a place.
The earthen walls of that place were stained with mold, the door leaf was tilted to one side, and the door beam was crumbling. There were three or five depressions on the ground in front of the door, where smelly mud and water accumulated.
This place is just out of reach of the sun. Not to mention it's dark, and it's several times colder than outside.
The Taoist exhaled as if to drive away something nasty.
He opened the door and it shook uneasily for a while.
There was a person lying on the ground in the dark room.
"Yes..." The Taoist opened his eyes wide, trying to adapt his eyes to the dim light faster, "Is it Zhang Tieqiao?"
The man shrugged his shoulders, turned around slowly, glanced at the Taoist, and closed his eyes again.
The Taoist priest noticed that when the man opened his eyes, the pupils exposed to weak light lit up.
This "brightness" is very strange, just like the reflective eyes of a beast at night.
The beggar standing behind the Taoist priest spoke: "Master Zhang doesn't want to see you."
The Taoist priest ignored him, stepped forward, and knelt down on one knee beside the man.
"I heard..." the Taoist priest said, "This is what you did." The Taoist priest suddenly stretched out his hand and held the man's hand tightly.
The man suddenly jumped up, and his tightly closed eyes popped open.
He kept murmuring from his mouth, his whole body was shaking like a loose doll, his lips were twisted into a weird shape, and cold sweat couldn't wait to overflow his pores and wet every hair on his body.
Now the Taoist priest can see clearly!
The man was nearly forty years old, his eyes were so protruding that they almost fell out of their sockets, his face was flushed, and his neck was unusually thick.
In modern terms, his symptoms were hyperthyroidism.
Seeing the frantic look in the man's eyes, the Taoist priest didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, Zhang Tieqiao...
Needless to say, everyone knows that that person is Zhang Tieqiao.
He suddenly stopped shaking, sat up in fear, and glared at the Taoist priest angrily.
When he stared, his eyes rolled in his sockets again, and the Taoist priest almost made a move to catch it!
"You!" Zhang Tieqiao shouted, "Who are you?"
The beggar at the door hurriedly asked: "Master Zhang, do you want me to help you?"
"You all get out! Let this Taoist stay!"
When the beggars heard this, they made a fuss, then closed the door obediently and went back to the market to earn a living.
The room returned to tranquility, and Zhang Tieqiao's tense nerves relaxed a little, but there was still a thick layer of sweat on his palms.
"What did you see?" the Taoist priest asked calmly.
"I fell into a void...I couldn't see anything!"
