When the young novice saw the two young men on horseback, he immediately got up and walked towards the door.
The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and the flying sword disappeared on the spot. In just a moment, it was in front of the little novice monk, only an inch away from those eyes.
The old monk tapped the table again, and the flying sword shot back as if it had been hit hard.
The girl's face turned pale, she glared angrily, and cursed: "Old thief is bald."
The little novice monk was no longer frightened by the flying sword and came to the door of the teahouse in a flash.
The girl followed closely and wanted to get up, but suddenly a huge force came down out of thin air and pressed her down on the stool, as if she was frozen and unable to move at all. The girl's eyes were cold and her expression was indifferent, and she said softly: " I have recorded this account.”
The old monk twisted the beads with his right hand and gently pressed the tea table with the five fingers of his left hand. He ignored it, but after a while, the look on his face became strange.
Seeing this, the girl suddenly smiled like a flower, and said in a sweet pun: "Master, if you can't do it, don't be brave. You are already at your age, so be careful not to hurt your roots."
When the old monk heard this, his eyes were blurred and his mind was shaking, but he suddenly woke up. He frowned and looked at the girl with a disappointed look.
When the girl saw the old monk's eyes, her face turned cold and she suddenly said: "Stop looking at me with your dirty eyes!"
The old monk sighed, closed his eyes and remained silent.
at the same time.
The young novice stood outside the door, staring at the two young men on horseback to identify them carefully, then retracted his hands in his sleeves and flicked his fingers towards one of the horses. Because he was wearing a t-shirt with very wide cuffs that could completely cover his hands, even if someone noticed the young novice, they would not be able to see clearly what he was doing in his sleeves.
far away.
Two horses are walking side by side.
The two young men on horseback had their own thoughts.
Mr. Chen looked drunk and looked around, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
Mr. Du was so drunk that his limbs became weak. He lay on the horse and just wanted to get to the bank as soon as possible. His vision was a little blurry and he didn't know where he was, so he wanted to ask Mr. Chen how long it would take to arrive, but before he could say anything, he felt a sudden pain in his crotch.
Mr. Du didn't have time to react, so he hurriedly grabbed the horse's mane. The horse was in pain again and became even more crazy. It carried him on the street and ran wildly.
The people on the street didn't know what happened. They were startled at first. Some of them reacted slowly. They were knocked to the ground before they could dodge. The horse's hooves stepped on the man, and the man spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately stopped breathing.
Mr. Du rode his horse and killed a man, causing chaos in the street like a bombing of an encampment.
The people panicked and fled to the roadside. However, the crowd was in chaos and the frightened horses were more difficult to control. They ran rampant and trampled three or four people to death. Finally, they plunged into a shop on the street that was not closed, and there was no movement.
Taixiang Street was full of mourning, and the people shouted to the sky and the earth, and they rushed to curse the young man who rode on horseback to commit the crime.
"Hurry, reporting officer, don't let this man escape!"
Among the panicked crowd, someone suddenly shouted loudly, and the people around them finally came to their senses, and some of the quick ones were already running towards the post house.
There was also a chaos in front of the street shop, surrounded by people. Filled with indignation, they held poles and dung forks, pointed at the door, and cursed and shouted loudly.
The young novice did not come forward, but just mingled with the crowd and watched from a distance.
Because the incident happened so suddenly, the shopkeeper in the street shop didn't even know what was going on. He just saw a young man carrying a horse rushing in, knocking the tables and chairs in the house upside down, making him tremble with fear, and hurriedly hid in the room. In the cupboard.
The frightened horse rushed left and right in the shop but could not find a way out, and finally calmed down.
Mr. Du was confused. He had drunk too much and was frightened. In a panic, he fell off his horse and fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Outside the shop, on the street in the distance, Master Chen was sitting on his horse with a relaxed look on his face. Seeing that the dust had settled, he regardless of the safety of his companions, pulled the reins and got into an alley, disappearing without a trace in a few seconds.
At the same time, dozens of black-clad and masked men suddenly appeared in the alleys around the street.
This group of people were armed with short sticks and quickly gathered around the shop. If anyone blocked the way or obstructed them, they would go up to them and hit them with sticks.
The people were completely stunned. When they came to their senses, many people had been knocked to the ground.
In front of the street shop, a butcher among the crowd gathered around him immediately asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you beating... Ouch! I'm beating someone!"
As the saying goes, the butcher is beaten with a stick. Just as the butcher was finishing his sentence, a man in black rushed into the crowd and pulled him out, hitting him with a stick on his head.
The butcher's eyes went dark, and he felt his face was hot. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and blood was flowing down his forehead. He was instantly furious. On weekdays, butchers kill pigs and sheep with such ferocity. He has never been so angry in his life. He raised his hand. Just hit the man in black with a punch.
Seeing that he still dared to resist, the man in black smashed the stick again without any mercy.
The butcher suffered a big loss with his bare hands. He was hit on the head again. He groaned in pain and shouted loudly: "Neighbors, this group of people must be that person's accomplice. Come together, don't let them kill the murderer." Let go!"
Mr. Du set off his horse to commit murder, knocking down and trampling many people to death. These people had lived on this street all year round, and the neighbors had lived in harmony for many years. When the people around heard that someone was trying to rescue the murderer, they immediately shouted in agreement with that person. A group of men in black fought together.
The commotion on the street became louder and louder. Many people who had taken a rest got up and opened their doors and windows to look outside. Some even brave enough to pick up wooden sticks and benches and join in the melee.
In a small inn on Taixiang Street.
In a guest room on the second floor facing the street, the two windows and doors had already been opened. Li Fengyan was lying on the window edge and looking at it with great interest. A middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting in the room, holding an ancient scroll in his hand and studying it carefully.
Li Fengyan turned back and smiled at the middle-aged Confucian scholar: "This small street is really interesting. Let's not talk about this group of men in black. I think the little monk seems to have come from there. I don't know if Xiao Liuli is asleep. , otherwise this little monk will suffer."
There were noisy voices on the street, but the young monk still heard what Li Fengyan said and looked up towards the second floor of the inn.
Li Fengyan turned around and saw the little monk looking at him, so he said with a smile: "Hello, little bald donkey."
The little novice monk's face darkened and he glared at Li Fengyan.
Li Fengyan, however, didn't care. He just looked at it. How could he lose a piece of meat? So he pretended to be surprised and said: "They all say that monks are evil spirits with lust. Don't look at me like that. Although I look a bit handsome, young master, but Master, I only like beautiful women, I really don’t like you."
The little novice monk was smart and smart, and he could tell at a glance that the young scholar was not an ordinary person. He thought of the young girl just now, and then looked at the young man in front of the window. He suddenly stepped back and stood in front of the teahouse, watching from a distance, and no longer paid attention to Li Fengyan.
Li Fengyan suddenly felt bored, closed the window and said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar: "I'm going out for a walk."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar also stood up and warned, "Don't come back too late. I'm going back to my room first."
Li Fengyan happily opened the door and went downstairs.
On the streets, ordinary people and men in black mixed together indistinguishably.
In the shop, Mr. Du gradually came to his senses, and after a moment's thought, he realized that he had gotten into a big trouble.
He glanced left and right and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He stood up quietly and quickly slipped out of the shop without anyone noticing. As soon as he came outside the door, he saw an alley opposite and ran into the alley in one breath. .
The darkness in the alley completely submerged his figure. Mr. Du was secretly happy, thinking that he had escaped from death. Just as he was about to take a step, he felt his right foot sinking.
Mr. Du's heart seemed to be squeezed hard by a big hand.
He slowly lowered his head.
An old woman with blood on her face was holding on to his trouser leg and yelling: "You beast, don't even think about running away!"
Mr. Du tried his best to lift his right foot but couldn't break free. He had to cry and beg for mercy: "Madam, I know I was wrong. Please let me go. As long as you are willing to let me go, I guarantee you will be richly rewarded in the future."
The old woman's eyes were splitting, she stared at Mr. Du and cursed: "You beast, you killed someone and you still want to leave! I want to let you go, who will give my wife my life!"
Mr. Du had a big head. He felt that he had just hit his wife to death. He knew that the other party would not let him go. He suddenly raised his left foot while holding on to the wall, and stepped on the old woman's head. At the same time, he threatened: "You old man, let go quickly! If you don't let go, believe it or not, I will bury you tomorrow!"
The old woman gritted her teeth and refused to let go, letting the young man step on her head and trample her wantonly.
Mr. Du gradually exhausted his strength and became more and more anxious when he saw that he could not break free. He cruelly kicked the old woman in the face with all his strength. The old woman suddenly stopped moving, but her hand still did not let go.
Mr. Du looked crazy and kicked hard several times, shouting in a mournful tone: "Let me go, let me go quickly!"
At this time, the old woman had completely lost her breath, but her hands were still holding on to the young man's trouser legs.
Mr. Du was completely panicked. He turned around and saw that there was no one in front or behind him. He raised his left foot and took a big step forward. Then he dragged the old woman's body with his right foot and moved forward little by little. However, although Mr. Du was serious He was still in his prime, but his body had long been drained by alcohol and sex due to excessive indulgence. He was out of breath from exhaustion after just a few steps. He still refused to give up and continued to move forward while dragging the body along the wall.
But tonight in Yichun Garden, he had sex with that foreign woman several times, and in the end he was extremely drunk. How could he still have the energy at this moment? He hadn't walked two or three feet away. His whole body was dripping with sweat, he was panting like an ox, and he was so tired. He sat down on the ground.
The shouts outside the alley became smaller and smaller, and Mr. Du became more and more panicked. He sat on the ground and wanted to reach out and pry open the old woman's fingers, but he didn't have the courage, so he kicked the body several times, but it still had no effect. .
In the end, Mr. Du couldn't care less about his face anymore. He untied the silk ribbon around his waist and took off his trousers, leaving only a pair of dirty trousers on his lower body.
"Hahaha, it really made me laugh."
Mr. Du took off his pants and was secretly happy when a sarcasm suddenly came from his ears.
In the dark alley, this sneer was like a bolt from the blue. Mr. Du's heart trembled and he almost fainted from fright. He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a young scholar appearing behind him at some point, pointing at him. The lower half of the body burst into laughter.
Mr. Du was so angry that he didn't dare to delay, so he got up and ran away.
When the young scholar saw that the other party was about to run away, he immediately ran in front of Mr. Du and blocked his way.
Mr. Du looked crazy, his face was distorted, he stared at the young scholar and cursed: "Get away."
The young scholar turned a deaf ear and grabbed the young man's sleeve with a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Mr. Du lowered his head and froze in place looking at the cuffed sleeves, but he immediately understood what the young scholar meant.
The young man did not stop him, but instead grabbed his sleeves, which meant that he wanted him to take off his shirt as well. This disguised humiliation made Mr. Du unable to tolerate it anymore, so he slapped the young man in the face.
The young scholar looked calm and stood motionless, letting the slap hit him.
next moment.
Mr. Du's hand was like a fan in the water. The further he moved forward, the greater the resistance. He looked at the young scholar in horror, feeling a sense of fear in his heart.
This feeling of fear is very familiar to Mr. Du, but he is also very disgusted with it. It is just like when you were a child and you forgot to do your homework. The next day you have to face a strict teacher, or you have to face your majestic father after making a mistake. That kind of depression. The feeling of fear and timidity made him go crazy.
At this moment, he felt the same feeling in that young man, even more so.
For a moment, Mr. Du's expression was dull. He was so stunned that he forgot to escape...
