"It turns out to be Brother Zhao from Qianlong Eighty-eight. It's really thunderous." The big man Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "I wonder where Brother Zhao is going? It's better to meet by chance than to meet him. Our chief helmsman is in Yangzhou ahead, so why not go into the city to drink A glass of water and wine?”
"Wait a minute, Brother Wan, right? Please wait a minute, let me ask you something." Zhao Changhe jumped off the horse and grabbed the thin man: "What is this bloodthirsty Shura?"
Wan Dongliu: "..."
The thin man's leg was broken and he was writhing in pain. Who would have thought that this was what Zhao Changhe was struggling with? He reluctantly said: "You, don't you have the Blood Demon Kung Fu or the Blood Demon Sword Technique? I heard people say that when you chop people, their eyes will turn red. There is also a trick that looks like cannibalism. A broad knife can cut as many as There is no intact corpse among those you oppose... If you are not bloodthirsty, who is bloodthirsty?"
"...Forget about being bloodthirsty, why is he a Shura again? It's a bit earthy."
Wan Dongliu: "..."
What are you struggling with? Is the nickname nice?
The thin man was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat: "That's what the Buddhas of the Maitreya religion said, saying that Shura is an ancient evil god, with infinite power, irritable and aggressive..."
Zhao Changhe opened his mouth and closed it again.
Why does it seem so appropriate?
The thin man continued: "...Asuras are divided into male and female, and the male ones are ugly."
Zhao Changhe was furious: "I am incompatible with the Maitreya Sect!"
Shouzi and Wan Dongliu were obviously enemies, but they had the same attitude towards this matter, and they both thought it was a perfect fit.
There is only a wrong name, but there is no wrong nickname...
The two people who were incompatible with each other didn't take it seriously. Wan Dongliu laughed: "Brother Zhao, it's just a nickname. If Brother Zhao is not satisfied, he might as well come up with one himself. To be honest, my Caogang is good at promoting nicknames for others. , many little white dragons of the Jade Faced Divine Sword are spread from our place, there are already over a hundred little white dragons."
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Is there still this trick?"
"Not bad." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "How about it, what does Brother Zhao want to be called?"
Zhao Changhe was stuck. He had never thought of this. If he had known it, he would have asked Tang Wanzhuang to help him think of one. She was educated.
"Forget it, since we have Brother Wan as a channel, let me think about it slowly." Zhao Changhe got on the horse again: "Is Yangzhou ahead?"
"That's right." Wan Dongliu picked up the thin man and said with a smile: "This man stole an important thing from our Cao Gang. Fortunately, Brother Zhao helped to catch him. I need to capture him first and go back to deliver the goods. Brother Zhao will just repay me when he comes to the city. Wan Dongliu’s name is always an honored guest wherever he goes!”
After saying that, he bowed his hands and walked away with the thin man in his arms.
Damn it, everyone knows how to tread water. Zhao Changhe felt that his blood-stained body was getting tighter and tighter, and he was still unable to walk without any blood-marking marks. He would sink every time he stepped on the water.
But this is not actually a matter of treading on blood without leaving a trace. It is possible to tread on blood without leaving a trace. It is because his internal strength has not kept up, and his internal strength is not up to that level. Naturally, everything he steps on becomes heavy.
But these two guys who looked like random passers-by were actually more capable than him. Zhao Changhe at least knew who Wan Dongliu was.
The young leader of the Cao Gang, the fifth level of Xuan Guan, Qian Long 70, just a little lower than Han Wubing, a little higher than Zhao Changhe. Judging from this Qinggong, his internal strength is also that of a man who enters the palace, and is not a layman like he looks on the outside.
There are still many heroes in the world, isn't that what I want to see... Now that fate has come to this, I might as well see what the Caobang is like, which I didn't intend to see.
The sadness caused by what I saw and heard on the road in the past few days was temporarily stored in my heart. I really can't do anything about those things now. Even if you plan to do something in the future, you must first understand the world clearly.
This river is not the main canal, but a small tributary. It is not wide, otherwise the two of them would not be able to cross it. A river that is not wide often means that there should be a bridge on the river... Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and took a detour. As expected, he found a stone arch bridge not far away and rode his horse across the bridge leisurely.
So what kind of water are you stepping on... Damn, when I get better at it, I'll step on it too!
Not far ahead is Yangzhou, one of the most important cities in Jiangbei. It is also a place with the same place name and humanities as the Qinghe River... In terms of humanities, it is no problem to directly say that this is Jiangnan.
Zhao Changhe stepped into the city gate and felt some fate in his heart. Not long ago, I was talking to Han Wubing about carrying wine with a sword and slender waist in the palm of my hand, and in a blink of an eye, the dream of Yangzhou is approaching, who is the unlucky person?
What's interesting is that the outside is thousands of miles of desolation, but the inside of the city has the flavor that was originally imagined, a bit like it has sucked up the blood outside to support the city. So this prosperity becomes somewhat ironic.
This place is almost as lively as Qinghe County, but the culture is very different. I don't know if the Cui family in Qinghe wants to tell a moral heirloom. The overall atmosphere looks very steady and serious, and the architectural tones are also more solemn and solemn. But here and now, I can only feel the smoke and willows all over the city, and the wind and flowers everywhere.
The horses were passing by the bridge in the city, and they stopped to look at the horses. There were many girls on the upper floors on the left and right sides of the inland river, looking up eagerly. When they saw his gaze coming towards him, they all waved their sleeves to invite him, and covered their mouths with smiles.
At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building.
The quality was much better than that of Jianhu City, and the overall atmosphere was much better. Zhao Changhe, who had already returned the poems to the teacher, couldn't help but feel full of picturesque poetry. No wonder being rich with a hundred thousand dollars and riding a crane to Yangzhou is really a man's paradise.
I don’t know where the Twenty-Four Bridge is. Oh, maybe it may not exist in this world, but it must exist...
"This young master, please stay in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Our girl is the most famous in the city. Don't worry about the young master's good horses. We have the best fodder and the most exquisite care..."
Zhao Changhe withdrew his mind from the surroundings and said with a smile: "In the south of the Yangtze River, what is Xiaoxiang?"
"Eh? The young master is an elegant man! We call this foreign taste... uh..." As Zhao Changhe turned his head, the face of the madam changed, and his voice began to stutter: "This scar... bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe... …”
Zhao Changhe's smile suddenly disappeared.
"What's the matter? Have I, a vicious person, affected the style and public order of your restaurant?"
"No, that's not the case..." The old bustard said with a smile: "We don't know how to welcome a celebrity like the Young Master."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe dismounted: "Then I really will live here."
The madam secretly complained in her heart. She was not afraid of affecting the style, but it was true that she was afraid of affecting the public order. If such a vicious person really made trouble with anyone inside, the building might be demolished. She composed herself and said with an apologetic smile: "Sir, please come in. Our Xiaoxiang Pavilion also respects Caobang. Maybe we still have friendship with you."
This was pointing out that he had a backstage. Zhao Changhe laughed, and just as he was about to speak, loud laughter came from the street corner: "Hahaha, Brother Zhao also likes Hunan food, not bad, not bad. Our Cao Gang opened this Xiaoxiang restaurant, Brother Zhao, no matter how much fun you have, all your application will be taken care of by Wan!"
I bet you really have a relationship with our Cao Gang... The Madam's expression turned into awe, and she smiled apologetically and said, "Young Gang Leader."
Wan Dongliu strode over and patted Zhao Changhe's shoulder enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, I'm treating you. Let Brother Zhao see our Yangzhou enthusiasm first!"
Why are you everywhere... Do you want people to pay attention to you when you enter the city? Once I come in, I will report you wherever I go? This level of enthusiasm is a bit too much for me.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and wanted to see what was going on with this person, so he did not refuse and said with a smile: "Then it is better to obey my order than to be respectful. Brother Wan, please."
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