People from all over the world crowded into Taojia Town, but belatedly realized that they had failed.
This was only known when five or six great masters came forward to forcibly search the wine shop of the owner of Taohua Manor. It really embarrassed those experts who guarded and supervised day and night. A living person slipped away under their noses without being noticed. More people still speculated about Taohua. The owner of the village had resorted to tricks, otherwise how could two masters with their strength escape hundreds of pairs of eyes?
What is puzzling is that since the imperial court issued the decree, it has not tried its best to arrest the rebellious minister's son. They are all mingled with the people who are seeking fame and fortune. If the imperial court uses some tricks, he is just a rebellious minister's son in the Qing Kingdom. There is absolutely nowhere to hide, and he will be punished for harboring and harboring the same crime. Even the owner of Peach Blossom Village who has been looking for immortality for two decades does not dare to reach out.
There are not a few people who have this idea. Among them, Taifu Xiao, the Grand Master of Qi, is the leader of the temple. They have met with the old emperor again and again, but they have not received any approval. The Taishi Taifu has been with the emperor for many years and naturally sees the clues. Enough remuneration for Jianghu people to take action.
On the morning after Zhao Zhengli left Taojia Town after disguising himself, Changleguan assassinated Mingbang and added a million gold reward to the court's wanted order. Mingbang means knowing the identity of his employer. Taifu Xiao, the master of Qi, is on the list. This news seems to be long. The wings generally fly to the branches of Changle Hall in various places, and then spread to all parts of the world.
One wave of unrest in the world came after another, and all of them were "rebellious ministers' sons", which pushed the matter to a climax in an instant. It was rare for an incident to stir up the world and the temple at the same time. Zhao Zhengli, the rebellious minister's son, became famous and was punished. The rivers, lakes and temples are regarded as walking treasures.
Abbot Huicong of Northern Shaolin made a statement at the first time, publicly unveiled the list, and went to Beijing with a high profile to negotiate with Grand Master Xiao Taifu of Qi. The two parties briefly reached a conspiracy. There are not many such alliances between rivers, lakes and temples, but they can only catch up with the great master Taifu Xiao of the imperial court. Fu was really surprised, and the move of spending millions of money made the employer on the secret list a few days ago self-evident.
On the other side, two middle-aged rough men who left Taojia Town walked east. In the morning, they rested at the teahouse of the post station outside Qingzhou City. Huagan spent the last three coins and ordered a pot of raw tea from the north. The quality and taste were inferior. Point, find the sweetness in the bitterness, and it can also be regarded as quenching your thirst.
The rainfall in the north is shallow and the climate is abnormal, which is not conducive to the growth of tea. The same six tea species, white, red, green, black and yellow, have mostly grown into the third grade, old, bitter, and bitter in the north. If they are grown with careful care, they will be high-quality. Among them, Shencheng Green Tea Maojian is a precedent.
The north does not have abundant rainfall like the south, and the wild flowers and grasses in the mountains grow green. The south accounts for 678 of the top ten famous teas.
Of course, this does not mean that the tea leaves in the north are not good. It can only be said that each has its own merits. The old and bitter tea leaves in the north bring out bold and generous women, while the fragrant and sweet tea leaves in the south nourish the girls of Xiaojiabiyu.
Just like the boss lady who is busy at the tea stall, she talks generously, and even speaks surprisingly boldly to a few regulars. Although she is middle-aged, her round and fat butt and ample breasts are coveted by many men who want to be oiled. Three feet tall, she didn't even get angry when she saw him. She raised her breasts and stuck out her butt with a smile on her face, and then said with a smile: "Believe it or not, I will cover you to death!"
I don't know how many heroes her words scared away. Anyway, Zhao Zhengli didn't see anyone answer the question.
Zhao Zhengli and the two were sitting in the corner. They looked ordinary and did not attract any attention. It was pleasant to listen to the bold boss lady's talk. Only Chen Xiaoyao, who had disguised himself as a middle-aged man, stared at her two heavy lumps intentionally or unintentionally. He swallowed more saliva than he drank. There's still plenty of tea.
Not long after, an old man in a black Confucian shirt came to the tea shed. He was carrying no weight, his sleeves were empty, and he behaved like an old teaching man. He looked a little majestic at half a century old. The landlady saw his expensive Confucian shirt and hurriedly entertained him. He smiled and said: "Old sir, do you want tea or wine? How many of you are there?"
The serious old face looked around, and finally landed on the two middle-aged rough guys in the corner, and said calmly: "I'm just an old man. I'll bring you a pot of tea and I'll ask for the city's top quality!"
After saying that, without waiting for the lady boss’s reaction, she directly sat down at the table next to the two middle-aged rough men. The lady boss hurriedly followed up and said sheepishly: “The old gentleman is a gentleman, and it is my honor to come to the stall as a widow. To be honest with the old gentleman, the stall I can’t afford to sell high-quality tea at a small profit, so I can only sell wild tea from farmers.”
"Then farmhouse wild tea."
During the conversation, he was still looking at the two rough guys from the corner of his eye.
The proprietress with big breasts and round butt leaned forward a little, her breasts were like two hanging grapefruit trees, which made many men dry in the mouth. She whispered in a low voice: "Dragon liver with phoenix gall, coarse tea with snacks, The taste of this wild mountain tea is bitter and astringent, and it goes perfectly with the exquisite snacks. They are all made by the servants who stay up late and put candles on them to bake them. Old sir, can you try it?"
"Mrs. Boss, my old man's body is past the age of flesh and blood. Don't let your snarling sound break your waist. Even ten or eight huts on the road like yours are not enough to compensate you! I, Zhang Laoer, am young and strong. Why don't you find me first?" I’ll give it a try and my waist will be healed!”
The speaker was a thin, middle-aged man, dressed in a haphazard manner, with a knife placed on the corner of the table. He was obviously from the world of martial arts. Listening to his unrestrained conversation with the widowed proprietress earlier, it was obvious that he was a regular customer.
The widowed proprietress glanced at her with disdain and sneered: "The little loach under your crotch is not as thick as the chopsticks in your hand when it is hard, how can you show it off in front of me?"
This remark caused a roar of laughter, and even the serious old man in a black scholar's shirt twitched his lips: "Then just have two plates of tea that the old man can bite!"
Seeing that the business was done, the proprietress shook her breasts and swung her butt and happily responded: "Yes, I guarantee your satisfaction!"
After the landlady left, his cloudy old eyes were like eagle eyes that could see everything, and he wanted to see the two rough middle-aged men thoroughly.
The two rough guys tried their best to remain calm. They naturally recognized the old man in black scholar's shirt as Du Qiao, and they knew that the old guy had followed him all the way from Taojia Town. Obviously, he did not identify the two of them along the way, in order not to arouse suspicion. He had to pretend not to know, and he didn't even dare to release his true energy at all. Fortunately, the knives and swords on his body were wrapped in coarse linen in advance, so there were no flaws. "
When the two of them felt the pressure doubled, the proprietress twisted her fat buttocks and brought tea and snacks, interrupting Duccio's penetrating gaze. The widow's smiling face almost bloomed, because several plates of snacks were comparable. Crude tea is more profitable.
She was even thinking about whether she should get some good tea. Recently, people kept asking about those ridiculously expensive teas. There was even a handsome young man in a white robe and a fan who asked for Dahong, the leader of teas that could be compared to tributes. There are not many robes even in Qingzhou City. Where can she find roadside stalls and shacks here!
Perhaps thinking of the handsome young man, she leaned against the corner of the table and unconsciously showed a wistful smile. She happened to be spotted by the group of regular customers in the store, and the middle-aged man who had been silenced earlier joked: "The boss lady is thinking of that handsome young man passing by again!" Water from afar can’t quench your thirst nearby, so how about we help you?”
Another person followed suit, "Thirty is like a tiger, I understand! Mine is bigger than Zhang Laoer, do you want to try it?"
There are more and more tea customers, and as the saying goes, there are many disputes in front of the widow's house. When there are many people, the landlady still cares about her face, and she looks half angry: "You guys, if you have time to spend a few taels of money to go to a wild brothel, you will be trembling." "
"What you said is wrong, boss lady. Didn't you say you wanted to cover me to death earlier? I really want to die!"
After all, the woman still cared about the last layer of skin. She rolled her eyes at the group of regulars and warned them regardless of the occasion. Then she smiled apologetically at the few tables with unfamiliar faces: "Ignore those gangsters. They have nothing to do all day long and they only know how to bully me, a widow." .”
A cup of tea and a quarter of an hour, Du Qiao tried it dozens of times. He saw that the two men's breath was average, there was no abnormal alertness, and their faces were unfamiliar, but in a daze, he always felt that the appearance of the two rough men did not look like that of middle-aged people. He felt strange just because they were not tired after a night's journey. At the moment, he could only test the two people's specific realms, but he lacked a reason to test rashly.
Thinking of this, Du Qiao used the snacks on the table to approach the two rough guys at the table: "The two young friends are very friendly. I ordered two more pastries. Can I have a taste?"
This was just an excuse. Banbai Duqiao took the initiative to sit down without waiting for the two people to answer, with a fake friendly smile on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as an old fox in the mountains.
The two of them exchanged alert glances, and the bearded Chen Xiaoyao responded in a rough tone: "I appreciate the kindness, old gentleman, keep it and eat it slowly!"
Du Qiao frowned and asked tentatively without getting angry: "Although Lao Chen is old, his heart still yearns for the world, so just by making friends from all walks of life, my little friend seems to have a conflict with Lao Chen? I wonder where I have sinned?"
Chen Xiaoyao stroked his beard: "No reward for no merit!"
Du Qiao laughed: "I didn't expect him to be a principled hero! May I ask which sect these two little friends are from? Are they from the south or the north?"
Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao looked at each other in concentration. Zhao Zhengli folded his hands and said, "Li Zhengchao, Bai Zong of Kuimen in the southwest. This is my senior brother, Yao Xiaochen. I came to the north to try my luck and see if I can catch the man who has been popular in the temples recently. Treasure.”
"According to Lao Cao's observation, the rebellious minister's son is at the peak of the master's rank. I wonder what the realm of the two of you is like?"
Du Qiao was talking, but in fact he was secretly using his energy to test.
The two rough guys were startled by his sudden burst of energy and quickly restrained themselves and held their breath.
Chen Xiaoyao's face was stiff: "Why did the old gentleman rush to investigate the strength of my two brothers?"
Du Qiao didn't find out the details. He handed over his hand and said with a smile: "I'm so rash!"
After this incident, Chen Xiaoyao and Zhao Zhengli also found a reason to leave. They stood up, folded their sleeves and cupped their hands and said: "Old sir, I and my senior brothers still have important matters to attend to, so let's take the first step and see you later!"
Du Qiao stared at their hands hidden in their sleeves in confusion: "Oh? Why are you two closing your sleeves?"
The two of them were shocked. Naturally, they couldn't be said to have forgotten it because their hands were still tender and skinny, so they had no choice but to hide them in their sleeves.
Chen Xiaoyao reacted quickly and said: "We have practiced the sect's weird palm skills. Our hands are ugly and rough. We were afraid of showing them and scaring others, so we had to hide them in our sleeves."
"Oh, that's how it is?"
Du Qiao was still puzzled, but he couldn't find the reason.
While he was in a trance, Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao had already left the tea shed. At noon, there were many tea customers, most of them were merchants on the ground floor and people traveling in and out of Qingzhou.
Du Qiao was still thinking about the details at the tea table: "There is a Bai Sect in Kuimen in the southwest, but I haven't heard of some kind of practice that makes the palms ugly and rough? Li Zhengchao? Yao Xiaochen? Li Zhengchao, Chaozheng Li, Chao, Zhao? Yao Xiaochen, Chen Xiaoyao, Chen Xiaoyao?"
His eyebrows stood up angrily and he shouted loudly: "No!"
Immediately, his arrogance skyrocketed, and the Grand Master's pressure made the entire tea shed quacks tremble and their legs weaken. The walking vendors felt a chill all over their bodies. They were afraid of the old man in black Confucian shirt, as if they were meeting a god, and couldn't help but bow their heads to the ground and worship.
Du Qiao disappeared from the tea shack in a flash and appeared above the intersection of the post station, looking down at the surroundings with angry eyes. Where could he see the two figures?
He patted his thigh in annoyance: "He must have changed his appearance, those hands are the only flaw!"
Du Qiao, who was wearing a black Confucian shirt, slowly rose into the air, his true energy rising accordingly, and he used all his Grandmaster skills to search for the two rough guys who escaped from under his nose.
There were countless pedestrians coming and going at the post station outside Qingzhou City. They were all trembling with fear under the pressure of the Grand Master. Those who were bolder reluctantly raised their heads to take a look at the figure in black Confucian shirt who looked like a god in the air.
Du Qiao, who was looking down in all directions from a high altitude, murmured to himself: "Running so fast?"
Then he glanced at the ants-like beings below and rushed across the sky towards Qingzhou City in the east. Judging from the fact that he had followed them all night, they must be going to Qingzhou City.
When everything was calm, two thieving rough guys emerged from behind the tea shed. It was Zhao Zhengli and Chen Xiaoyao who had changed their disguises. The two played "dark under the lamp" to the extreme. If Du Qiao knew that he had searched everywhere, no one was found. The guy is right under my nose, I wonder if he will be so angry that he vomits blood.
