The fat on the old bustard's face was shaking, he was chanting Buddha's name, and his heart ached. Just because each room is extremely elegantly furnished, with pearwood tables and chairs and mahogany beds.
The four salt owl kept shouting and shouting, but the guest in the room remained silent. Everyone in the hall stood far away, fearing that they would be killed by fish in the pond. But the sound of the clash of weapons was heard getting faster and faster, and suddenly someone screamed loudly, guessing that a salt owl leader was injured.
The big man who kicked the child down felt severe pain in his scrotum. When he saw the child getting up from the wall, he became angry and punched him again. The child dodged sideways, and the big man slapped the child with his backhand, causing the child to spin twice. The turtle slaves and high-rollers saw how ferocious the salt owl was, and they would definitely beat the child to death if they continued to fight, but no one dared to say anything to persuade him. The big man raised his right fist and struck it down on the child's head. The child rushed forward. There was no place to hide, so he pushed open the door of the wing and ran in. Everyone in the hall said "ah". The big man was startled, but he didn't dare to rush into the room and give chase.
The child ran into the side room and couldn't see clearly for a moment. Suddenly, the weapons collided with each other. There was a clang and a few sparks burst out. The man sitting on the bed showed his breasts and exposed his breasts. He looked very handsome. Sparks flashed past, and the room was dark again. The light of the lamps in the hall shone in from the door, and the child gradually saw clearly. The handsome young man was holding a long sword, swinging and fighting. Two of the four salt owl leaders were standing upright and two were lying on the ground. The old man and a burly man holding two short swords fiercely attacked the young man, seeming to become more and more courageous as they fought, vowing to avenge their companions on the ground. The young man seemed to be gradually realizing that he was outmatched. While blocking the attacks of the two salt owls, he looked for opportunities to escape, getting further and further away from the edge of the bed. The child was so scared that he closed his eyes and prayed silently, hoping that the young man would kill the salt owl so that he could escape the disaster.
There was a swipe sound, and the young man stabbed diagonally with his flat sword, hitting the burly man's left shoulder, three points into the bone. The big man shouted in an earth-shattering voice. He almost dropped the steel whip in his hand and was shaking in pain. The old man thrust out both swords and stabbed the young man in the chest. The young man raised his sword and blocked it. At this moment, there was a muffled sound, and the big man hit the young man's right shoulder with his whip, and the sword clattered to the ground. The old man took advantage of the situation and shouted, stabbing with both swords. The young man turned his left palm out, and with a few clicks, the old man's ribs were broken, and he flew out of the room, spurting out blood, and fainted on the ground.
Although the big man was seriously injured on his left shoulder, he was still extremely brave. He raised his steel whip and struck it down on the young man's head. The young man did not dodge, but seemed exhausted and unable to move. The big man had very little strength left, and the steel whip struck down slowly. Seeing the danger, the child felt a sense of hatred and hatred. He rushed forward, hugged the big man's legs, and pulled back violently. This big man probably weighed around 150 or 60 pounds. The kid was so skinny and small that you wouldn't even think of touching him at all. But now that he was seriously injured, he relied on his whole breath to support him. He suddenly got pulled by the kid and fell down. He lay motionless in a pool of blood.
The young man sat back on the edge of the bed, took a few deep breaths, and shouted loudly: "If you have the guts, come in and beat me."
The child waved his hands repeatedly, asking him not to challenge outsiders again. When the old man flew out of the room, he hit the wing door and opened and closed it. At this moment, the door swayed back and forth. The candlelight in the hall shone into the room, illuminating the young man's face, which was as pale as snow and stained with blood. He couldn't say no. The appearance is ferocious and terrifying. I saw him shouting again: "Grandson Wugui, if you don't dare to come in, I will come out and kill you one by one."
The salt lords in the hall couldn't see clearly what was going on in the room, and looked at each other in shock. They heard a shout from inside the room, and wondered if the people in the room were really capable of killing the generals. Suspicious, they lifted up the injured on the ground and rushed out of the door one after another. .
The young man in the room saw that the salt owls were frightened by his yelling, and ran away. After laughing happily a few times, he whispered to the child: "Kid, you... you go and bolt the door."
The child thought that the door must be bolted, so he hurriedly responded: "Yes!" He bolted the door and walked slowly to the bed. He could only smell the smell of blood in the darkness.
The young man said: "You...you..." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly turned to one side and seemed to have fainted. His body shook and he was about to fall off the bed.
The child hurriedly grabbed hold of him. The man was very heavy, so he struggled to hold him upright and put his head on the pillow. The man gasped for breath, and after a while, he whispered: "Those salt sellers came again in a blink of an eye. I haven't regained my strength, so I have to avoid... avoid them." He stretched out his hand to prop himself up, as if he had touched a painful spot. , snorted loudly.
The child went over to help him, and the man said: "Pick up the sword for me." The child picked up the sword from the ground and handed it to his right hand. The young man slowly got off the bed, his body shaking. The child walked over and put his right shoulder under his left armpit to support him. The young man said: "I'm going out, don't help me. Otherwise, if those salt sellers see me, they will kill you too."
The child said: "Fuck it, just kill him. I'm not afraid. Our good friends are loyal and have to help you."
The young man laughed loudly, coughing repeatedly in his laughter, and said with a smile: "You want to tell me about your loyalty?"
The child said: "Why don't you tell us? Good friends share blessings and share hardships."
There are many storytellers in the teahouses by the Qiupu River, telling stories about Liu Guanzhang during the Three Kingdoms, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin... and other heroes during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. This kid wandered in and out of brothels, casinos, teahouses, and restaurants day and night, running errands and shopping for others, raking in some oil and water, asking for a few rewards, and whenever he had free time, he would squat by the tea table and listen to white papers. He called Dr. Tea in the teahouse sweet, but Dr. Tea didn't chase him away. He listened to the book a lot, and he was very fascinated by the heroic man in the story. Seeing that this man was handsome and delicate, but he was able to injure many salt owl leaders, he admired him deeply, and he immediately blurted out the words often said by the hero in the book.
The young man laughed loudly and said: "These two sentences are well said. I, Zhao Yuheng, have heard people say it thousands of times in the world. There are many people who share the blessings, but there are only a few people who share the difficulties. Let's go! "
The child supported Zhao Yuheng's left arm with his right shoulder, opened the door, and walked to the hall.
When everyone saw it, they all turned pale with horror and fled away.
The child's sister shouted: "Ayun, Ayun, where are you going?"
The child replied: "I will send Brother Zhao out and he will be back soon."
Zhao Yuheng smiled and said: "Brother Zhao! Haha, I have become your Brother Zhao!"
The child's sister shouted: "Don't go, hide quickly."
The child smiled and strode out of the hall. When the two of them came out of Mingcui Courtyard, there was no one in the quiet alley. They must have met a powerful enemy and turned back to bring reinforcements.
Zhao Yuheng turned out of the alley and came to the small street. He looked up at the stars in the sky and said, "Let's go north." After walking a few feet, a donkey cart came towards him. Zhao Yuheng shouted: "Hire a cart."
The driver stopped and saw the two men covered in blood, with a look of surprise and suspicion on their faces.
When Zhao Yuheng saw this, he quickly took out an ingot of silver from his arms, weighing about four or five taels, and said, "Take the silver first."
When the driver saw that the silver ingot was quite large, he immediately stopped and put down the pedal.
Zhao Yuheng slowly moved his body to the car, took out a twelve-weight ingot from his arms and handed it to the child, saying, "Kid, I'm leaving. I'll give you this ingot."
When the child saw such a big ingot, he couldn't help but let out a grunt and swallowed greedily. But recalling many chivalrous stories, I know that heroes only make friends and don’t care about money. Today, I finally have the opportunity to be a hero. I have to do whatever I say, but I can’t be greedy for money. He replied loudly: "We only care about loyalty, not money. You gave me the ingot, just because you look down on me. You are injured, I will give you a ride."
Zhao Yuheng was startled and laughed wildly. After a moment, he held two pearls in his eyes and said: "Very good, very good, it's interesting." He took the murderous intention in his heart back into his arms along with the ingot and faced the child. Asked: "May I ask my little friend what the hero's name is?"
The child was so excited that he shed tears when he heard someone call him a hero for the first time. He happily replied: "A good man will never change his name in business, and he will never change his surname in office. Shi Xingyun is the same."
Zhao Yuheng laughed at Shi Xingyun and said, "See you soon, Hero Shi."
Shi Xingyun said: "Won't you let me give you a ride?"
Zhao Yuheng smiled and said: "I have killed too many people and my sins are so serious that I am not worthy of walking with little heroes."
Shi Xingyun said: "I have just recognized you as a friend, and I hope to learn some skills from you and realize my dream of becoming a knight!"
Zhao Yuheng smiled and said: "If you are close to vermillion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be dark. If you follow me, you will only learn bad things. It is better not to follow."
Shi Xingyun said: "But I really want to develop good skills, protect my sister, and pray for the people."
Zhao Yuheng said: "Then you go and wait by the Yangtze River. There will be someone worthy of being the master of a hero like you."
Shi Xingyun said: "What's his name? What does he look like? Will he accept me?"
Zhao Yuheng smiled and replied: "His name is Bai Yutian. He is handsomer than me. He will accept you."
Shi Xingyun said: "The bank of the Yangtze River is so long and there are so many people. How can I find him?"
"Go to the ferry on the Yangtze River and wait. If you meet a handsome young man with a mahogany sword on his waist, you will find him." Zhao Yuheng got into the carriage and whispered to the driver: "Let's go."
The carriage ran and disappeared into the vast night. Only the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard.
Shi Xingyun followed the carriage for a while, then stopped panting, thinking about his dream of a hero, and walked slowly towards the Yangtze River in the north. The moonlight fell all over his body, making him look like a young and promising knight.
