Taking advantage of this moment of confusion, Wei Jing ran away, while Bei Xiaolu stood up from the back of the wooden box and fired the last dart in his hand, hitting Dou Xi's left leg.
"Wow──" Dou Xi screamed in pain. When he saw Bei Xiaolu and Wei Jing fleeing outside, he raised his knife to stop him, but he was hit by a dart in the leg and could not react in time. Bei Xiaolu held a knife he picked up from the secret room in his hand. The soft sword trembled with a tremor of his hand, and cut a gash in Dou Xi's hand.
Wei Jing also pushed Dou Xi hard, knocking him to the ground.
The two of them fled outside without looking back, and Wei Jing even shouted: "Dou Xi was hit by a sword and was seriously injured!"
Dou Xi was holding himself up when he suddenly glanced over and saw Zhang Hai knocking down two of his men to the ground. Zhang Hai heard Wei Jing's words in an instant and glanced at Dou Xi, his murderous intent rising sharply.
Wei Jing and Bei Xiaolu ran very fast and could no longer hear the quarrel behind them. There were three guys guarding the entrance of the cave, two of them were Zhang Hai's men and one was from Dou Xi.
Bei Xiaolu's own martial arts skills were a bit higher than Wei Jing's, but his usual dragon bone whip was gone, so he reluctantly used the soft sword in his hand as a whip. At this time, the two of them were no longer afraid of the three men outside the cave, and started fighting without saying a word.
Wei Jing knocked down one guy, and Bei Xiaolu stabbed the other two guys to the ground.
At this time, the waterline in the distance turned slightly white, and the two of them ran towards the coast behind the mountain without looking back.
When they came to the shore, the two of them pushed the raft into the sea with all their hands. Wei Jing also put on his bamboo armor. The two of them pushed the bamboo raft through the water for a while before boarding the raft.
The strong wind blew and the two of them were soaked through, so they had to hold their hands back to back to keep warm.
Suddenly the wind direction changed. Wei Jing felt cold and surprised. He shouted, then he pulled up the bamboo pole of the sail and opened the sail. There was also a turtle and snake pattern of the Xuanwu Gang on the canvas. He saw the turtle and snake intertwined. But I don't know what the situation of Zhang Hai and Dou Xi is at this time.
The small bamboo raft moved forward quickly, and the sea level in the distance flashed with golden-orange light. A pod of dolphins could be faintly seen jumping in the distance. The two cheered happily, and the land was getting closer and closer to them.
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At noon, the two finally arrived at the shore and returned to Sheshou Village.
Bei Xiaolu touched the baggage he carried with him. The silk scarves and miscellaneous items inside were soaked through. Fortunately, the small cloth bag containing the money was made of waterproof oilcloth. There were also many banknotes and a lot of money in it.
Bei Xiaolu took a few coins and exchanged two sets of clean clothes with people nearby. He walked in Sheshou Village for a long time, feeling a little relieved. He thought that this time the turtle and the snake were fighting each other, even if the leader was not dead, the gang's vitality would be seriously damaged. Now, these poor villagers, at least for a long time, will not be oppressed by those bullies.
"Axi──Axi──" Wei Jing shouted as he walked, hoping that Axi would steal the dead fish at some corner.
After searching for a long time without finding it, I walked all the way to the previous hillock, only to see Ah Xi still standing near the hillock, with several wild dogs circling around it, sniffing each other.
When Ah Xi saw her master, she ran away limping, stopping from time to time to bark at the wild dog behind her, as if saying goodbye.
"So you have made friends! What have you been eating these days?" Wei Jing happily picked up Ah Xi and touched her around.
The two followed the original route to a crowded place, hired a carriage, and returned to the Bawang Inn.
The Bawang Inn was closed and closed. Wei Jing looked around for a while, but saw no one he knew, and had no idea where Fan Jun had gone. Disappointed, the two of them walked towards the river crossing.
After another day's journey, the two finally returned to the north bank of Tongtian River, to the busiest place in Lake City.
On the way, the two bought new clothes and changed into them. They had a good night's rest at the inn and felt very refreshed.
At dawn that day, they followed their previous agreement and headed to the place that had changed Wei Jing's planned itinerary and caused so much trouble - Lai Laifu.
At noon, the two of them were walking through a lively street, where stalls of delicious food and snacks were set up. They were both hungry, and attracted by the scent, they got closer and closer. In front of more than a dozen food stalls in one place, most of them were A small flag with the word "flavor" written on it was hung.
In the entire food street, the stalls with the flags with the word "flavor" are the busiest, with an endless stream of customers.
In a large stall in the middle of those stalls, there were about a dozen bamboo tables, and the guests were so crowded that many people didn't even have seats. They could only squat or stand with a large bowl of noodles, and slurp hot meals. Hot noodles.
"Niu Er! There's not enough noodles!" The man in charge of cooking noodles at the big stall, about fifty or sixty years old, thin and muscular, with rough and dark skin, reached out to wipe away the sweat on his forehead caused by the steam of the boiling hot soup. Drops, wiped it with a hand towel, and then quickly threw the last few dough balls in the bag into the soup pot, holding a large ladle, stirring and rolling the soup pot vigorously.
As the thin man shouted, the middle-aged man at the other cooking table in the stall was more than ten years younger than the noodle cook. He had very thin eyebrows, a effeminate manner, and a big garlic nose but was very similar to the lean man. , he responded with a sharp voice: "Okay!" He lowered his body, pulled out a bag of flour from under the stall, opened it, scooped out more than ten kilograms with a ladle, and piled a pile of flour on the table.
"Brother Niu Er, add... more ingredients!" Standing next to the cooking table was another extremely tall, fat and strong man, who was five or six years younger than the effeminate man.
This man looks like a fat bear, and he also has a garlic nose.
Niu Er raised his eyebrows, reaching out and holding the seasoning bottles and jars alternately. He held each bottle and jar precisely, and a little bit of seasoning powder fell evenly on the flour tower.
"Guests, add water!" the big fat man roared, lifting a big iron kettle. The big iron kettle was as big as the big man's belly, but he saw that he picked up the big iron kettle with one hand without any effort at all. When I picked it up, the iron kettle was heavy without making any sound, but I saw a few drops of water accidentally dripping from the pointed mouth of the kettle, which turned out to be a full kettle of water.
"Wow - how heavy is that!" Wei Jing opened his mouth wide and saw that the big iron pot was dark and thick, and with the full amount of water, it might be heavier than himself plus Bei Xiaolu.
"Haha, hello, fellow officials, I'm Niu San..." the big fat man introduced himself.
The surrounding guests immediately burst into loud applause and cheers. Those who were sweating and slurping noodles also showed their respect to the beef ginseng by sucking noodles more enthusiastically.
"Pour it down!" Niu Er pursed his lips and suddenly stretched out his hand from the top of the one-foot-high flour tower, pressed it straight into the bottom of the flour tower, and then pulled it out instantly. A pit immediately appeared on the top of the flour tower that went straight to the table.
Niu Ginseng was holding an iron pot. The spout was lowered, and the water in the pot flowed out slowly and poured into the hollow of the flour pile.
"Huh! Huh!" Niu Er kept making a sharp snort, his hands patting upwards around the flour tower that was beginning to collapse, and patted the collapsed flour onto the tower.
Wei Jing and Bei Xiaolu couldn't help but feel admiration and surprise when they saw that Niu Er was so quick. The flour tower that was almost collapsing kept maintaining its tower shape under Niu Er's countless quick shots.
As the water from the iron pot continued to pour down, Niu Er's tapping turned into kneading. Only then did the guests realize that the tower-shaped pile of flour had unknowingly turned into a large piece of dough.
"Stop──" Niu Erjiao shouted, Niu Shen quickly raised her hand, the spout of the pot rose slightly, and the water stopped flowing down.
Niu Er took a sharp breath, grabbed the dough and threw it into the air. His hands were faster and he slapped the big dough in the air. He saw that the dough was like a ball of water in the air, soft and bouncing. It was always inseparable from Niu Er. arms range.
The guests around were mesmerized, and the applause and cheers attracted more guests to stop and watch. The big dough like a water ball suddenly became longer. It turned out that Niu Er grabbed both ends of the dough and pulled it. It immediately stretched into a strip of dough as thick as a python. At the same time, Niu Er handed the dough head from his left hand to his right hand, and pulled it again. One piece of dough became two, two pieces pulled out four strips, and four strips pulled out eight strips.
In just an instant, the dough that was originally as thick as a python has turned into countless thin noodles.
Wei Jing and the guests cheered again. Niu Er stopped and put the dense noodles on the table again. He took out the knife and cut each piece perfectly. He also said playfully: "I'll cut it." !”
"You haven't come yet, just show off and show off!" shouted the lean man who was cooking the noodles. The last few noodles had already been brought out, the hot soup in the empty pot was still boiling, and the customers on one side of the stall were queuing. It became a long queue.
"Brother Niu Da, don't scold, the noodles are here!" Niu Ginseng quickly picked up two handfuls of noodles cut by Niu Er and threw them towards Niu Da. Niu Da took the noodles with a ladle of soup and put them into the boiling pot.
