"Put down my chicken, it's not cooked yet." The young man in Mai said coldly.
The young man in golden clothes also advised: "You should put down his chicken. I am the only two hiding from the rain in this temple, and I have never seen anyone else."
The leader in black didn't take it seriously and pulled off a chicken leg and was about to put it into his mouth——
"Uh-huh!"
A white light suddenly appeared, as fast as lightning.
Hei Yi kept gnawing on the chicken leg and remained motionless.
"Boss!"
The attendant called out, but did not answer. The two looked at each other, raised their swords and stepped forward slowly. Someone patted the leader in black on the shoulder:
"Boss, how did you-"
But before he could finish asking, the black-clothed leader's head fell from his neck. After three breaths, "puff..." blood spurted out from where his throat was cut.
The follower, Da Hai, raised his sword to chop!
"Uh-huh!"
There was another sword light, and the followers froze in place just like the leader.
"call……"
A gust of cool wind blew by, and their heads fell neatly onto the forest like pieces of tofu.
The blood sprayed is like a blooming iron tree, cruel and spectacular.
The young man in sackcloth had a calm expression from beginning to end. He felt pity for the few drops of blood on the sword, then picked up the roasted chicken and continued roasting it. He said in a low voice: "The chicken is not cooked yet, so I have to come and grab it..."
The young man in brocade clothes sitting nearby had a distorted expression on his face, but couldn't help but fell to the side and started vomiting.
Song Che, who was behind the statue, closed his shocked chin with his hands. After hesitating for a long time, he took a deep breath and walked out of the altar slowly.
He has dealt with many people in the martial arts world, but compared to the person in front of him, he is like a firefly compared to the bright moon, and pales in comparison to a witch.
The two swords had cut the throat just now, but I couldn't see how it was released. What's more, this person is still so young...
Don't ever mess with him!
"Haha...Brother Xia is so skilled!" Song Che first complimented him and plucked out his left and right sleeves. Then he remembered that when he jumped off the ship, he only took a few important things. All the gold, silver and other items were in the wheelbarrow. At this moment, I'm afraid it has sunk into the canal.
He could only say in embarrassment but without being rude, "On the way to being hunted down just now, I lost all the gold and silver I had with me - Brother Xia, please rest assured, I will definitely find a way to give you the fifty taels of silver I promised you!"
But the young man in sackcloth shook his head, "Fifty taels of silver is just payment for not telling them where you are. If I help kill them, it is equivalent to saving your life."
He slowly raised his head, looked at Song Che solemnly, and uttered three words: "I need more money."
Add money...add money, okay!
Adding more money shows that he likes money. This is what Song Che lacks the most. He patted his chest and assured: "No problem, I have quite a fortune. When I return to... uh, Yangzhou, I will repay Brother Xia for saving his life with five thousand taels of silver!"
"Five thousand taels!" The young man in sackcloth stared straight eyes. After a moment, he coughed twice and said calmly: "When the road is rough, drawing a sword to help is a chivalrous act, but since you want to give it to me, I I won’t refuse.”
At this time, the young man in Jinyi who had completely vomited suddenly turned around, wiped his mouth, and said in surprise:
"Brother, are you going to Yangzhou too?"
Song Che raised his eyebrows and looked at the guy in front of him. He was dressed more luxuriously than himself. He couldn't stop vomiting when he saw the blood. He was most likely a rich man who was used to living a luxurious life.
This linen-clad wanderer thought he was using the ground as his bed, so he could get away with staying overnight in this ruined ancient temple. How could he, a young man from a rich family, end up in this situation?
"Are you going to Yangzhou too?"
"Not only am I going to Yangzhou, he is also going to Yangzhou." The young man in Jinyi pointed to the young man in Maiyi.
On the same rainy night, in the same ruined temple, at the same age, with the same destination, who dares not to be destined?
Song Che sat down by the campfire, took off his wet clothes to dry them, and asked the two of them, "Are you companions?"
"No, he arrived half an hour earlier than me, and I arrived half an hour earlier than you. Everyone is passing by this temple and coming here to stay overnight and shelter from the rain." The young man in brocade clothes bowed to the statue and asked again. Song Che:
"By the way, brother, you don't look like a thief. Why do the officials send people to hunt you down?"
"An official?" Song Che glanced at the body of the man in black. How could he be an official?
The young man in brocade clothes said: "They are wearing official boots. If they are not from the official family, which family are they?"
Song Che frowned. In fact, when these troublemakers came to kill him, he guessed that it must be related to the Jia family. Although Taishi Jia was expelled from the capital, he still had many disciples under his command and still had old forces in the court.
Song Che stood up and walked to the corpses of the three men in black, groped around on them, and took out a Xuanwu token from the leader's arms, with the words "Wude Si" engraved on it.
I once heard Lin Yue mention that the Wude Division is an intelligence department controlled by Xi, who specializes in doing dirty work for the Central Government and the peace faction in the DPRK.
Song Che hid the token, walked back to the bonfire as if nothing had happened, and sighed: "To be honest, I am a businessman from Jiangnan. I offended the powerful because of my greed for money and profit. Maybe it is for this reason that they sent people to kill me."
The man in brocade squinted his eyes and smiled, and said meaningfully: "If you can offend a powerful person who can mobilize the Wude Division, I am afraid that I am not an ordinary businessman."
Song Che narrowed his eyes and asked in the same tone: "Brother, it seems that you know a lot about the affairs of the DPRK. Are you not an ordinary person?"
The two looked at each other for a moment, and smiled one after another. Benevolence is in the eyes of the beholder, and wisdom is in the eyes of the wise.
"My surname is Liao, and my name is Liao Heng." The young man in Jinyi said first.
Song Che said: "My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Rencai."
"My name is Jiang Yun, Jiang is the ginger from Sheng Jiang, and the cloud from Yi Bo Yun!" The young man in linen explained his name boldly.
Chen Rencai's name is not real.
Liao Heng's name may also be untrue.
Jiang Yun must be real.
"The chicken is cooked, do you want to eat the chicken?" Jiang Yun enthusiastically handed the roasted chicken to Song Che and Liao Heng.
With his sword, he had just chopped off the heads of three people, and their bodies were lying nearby, and they were still bleeding.
Song Che and Liao Heng both shook their heads.
"Then you guys are not ordinary people, so you won't be able to eat well," Jiang Yun didn't mind at all. He hugged the roast chicken and started to eat it. He took off the wine bag, took a sip for himself, and shook it at Song Che and Liao Heng. :
"Ordinary people drink wine. Do extraordinary people drink it?"
"Wine... you can take a few sips to drive away the cold." Song Che took the wine bag, raised his head and took a sip. His facial features felt like they were coming together in pain. This wine was worse than horse urine. Anyone who can drink this kind of wine must not be an ordinary person.
Liao Heng also took the wine bag and took a sip. His expression was much better than Song Che's.
"Hahaha..." Jiang Yun laughed and said, "You are destined not to be an ordinary person like me."
"Whose! Let me have another bite!"
"I want to drink some more too!"
"Hey, hey... don't drink all my wine. I can't live for even a quarter of an hour without it!"
three people.
A knight errant, a rich man, a noble man.
A world of martial arts, a business world, and a temple.
A sword, a money, a power.
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