"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be the trash of our Source City, get out of here!"
The girl's long whip sounded like lightning, and the frail boy was caught by the white whip around his neck and thrown out, slamming into a wall.
"Hey, Master, Master...are you okay?"
From the crowd, a stooped old servant walked out. He was holding a bulging medicine bag in his withered hands, and walked tremblingly towards the base of the wall.
"Master, let's go. Master is still waiting for the medicine. We can't control it... Master, don't worry about it. This Source City is no longer ours..."
The young man had a pair of bright and clean eyes, like the bright moon shining into a dry well. He seemed unwilling to look at the messy street, but he had no choice but to help each other and leave with the old servant.
"Madam, what are you thinking about?"
"He is an interesting person, what do you think, husband?"
Source City is no longer ours...
What does this sentence mean? Could it be that the main surname of Yuancheng has another name?
"You've been bullied to the point where you, girl, still have time to look around." Although Ming Jiuye's words were harsh, the words were full of doting.
At this time, a sickly-looking middle-aged man standing next to Wuyou covered his mouth with his sleeves and whispered: "I'm afraid it's not the first time for you to come to the city. This is Miss Han Wu'er of the Han family. If you can bear it, Bear with it."
There was a small hand on his side that kept tugging at the corner of his clothes. Wuyou glanced in and saw a fair and chubby little girl.
She grinned at Wuyou and then cautiously hid beside the man.
Tolerate? Put up with her grandma!
Wuyou could not wait to go up and give her a slap in the face at this moment. If she hadn't been dressed in such a fairy-like manner, and her clothes and clothes would damage her image, it would be her turn to dominate here now.
The two big stupid bears also stopped when the "waste" boy just made a fuss.
"Come to my source city, if you want to enter the auction house, even if it's a dragon, you have to hold it for me." Han Wu'er held the hundred-knot whip in her hand and pointed at Wuyou and said:
"There are two ways for you. One, obediently offer the lanterns with both hands, and I will show mercy to you and let you go. Two, wait until I depose your two servants, and then you can obediently offer the lanterns."
"Come on! Where does all this nonsense come from!" Zhi Si stood there for a long time and glanced at Han Wu'er impatiently.
Buyu was also impatient: "Master, I haven't taken action for a long time. If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, get out!"
"Ah Da Ah Er! Twist their necks off!"
As soon as Han Wu'er drank, the two big men rushed toward Zhisi Buyu like two angry beasts.
As soon as they fought, the two knew how much they weighed, and their brute force was just a show.
Ah Da Ah Er yelled and strode over again, "No. 1, let's see who can end the fight first."
"Okay, let's start!"
After Zhisi finished speaking, he jumped up and kicked wildly sideways. Each kick was like a hammer hitting Ah Da's chest hard.
Not long after, Ada vomited blood and lay on the ground twitching.
Bu Yu punched out with a fierce force. Before Ah Er could retreat, he swept forward again and hit his lower body.
A crisp explosion!
All the men present clamped their legs, and some even took out their weapons to block the "vulnerable".
"Oh~ call it a day!"
The fight was not satisfying at all. The two clapped their hands angrily and stood back behind Wuyou and Ming Jiuye.
"Trash! Get up! Get up!" Han Wu'er didn't expect Ah Da and Ah Er to lose, let alone that there was someone in Yuancheng who was not afraid of death and dared to cause trouble for the Han family.
She swung the whip in her hand angrily a few times, and left angrily in the midst of the roaring crowd.
"No. 1, why don't you use soup dumplings?" Buyu asked the people around him, holding the chestnut cake Wuyou had just bought in his hand.
"It's not because the meat stuffing is so bad that I'm not in the mood for it."
"Little brother, where is the soup dumpling shop?" An old man in gray robe
, asked as he came out of the alley with a drink in one hand.
"Hey! The old man has good hearing." Zhi Si saw that he was as young as a swallow, so he knew that he was an expert.
Buyu said with a smile: "Trust me, old man, you don't want to know what the soup dumplings in his mouth are." People who practice martial arts have a kind of charlatanism in them, and they are carefree and informal.
"I am even more curious about the old man you are talking about. When will you guys show me around?"
Hearing that he still wanted to see it, Zhiji laughed heartily: "Hahaha, it's just a bun, it has to be stuffed."
"stop!"
There was a familiar shout, and Wuyou also turned around. When she saw the person shouting, her mouth curved into a "hunting" arc.
"Madam, why don't you sit down and watch." Ming Jiuye pointed to a stall selling herbal tea on the roadside. The stall owner was an old man with a folding fan on his waist.
"That's okay, Zhisi Buyu, don't play for too long, we have to go back for dinner!"
"yes"
After hearing Wuyou's instructions, Han Wu'er whizzed towards her cheek with a long whip.
Wuyou didn't care. He looked at the bamboo sign handed over by the store and carefully looked at the type of herbal tea he would drink next.
Ding-
Hearing the sound, the curvature of Wuyou's lips became more intense. The owner of the store was indeed not a vegetarian.
"Shopkeeper, one pot of Dong Yin Chun and two liters of bean rolls."
"Okay! Guest, I'll be with you later."
The hundred-knot whip was bounced back, and Han Wu'er's face flushed and turned pig liver red. She asked angrily: "Yue Laosan, do you sincerely want to go against my Han family?" I'm afraid this old guy doesn't want it. Dead.
"Miss Han, City Master Han has made a promise not to disturb the peace of the people in my city. I don't care what happens to other people. As long as the guests sit in my booth, they are my guests in Yueyang. Anyone who breaks my rules...die!" "
As soon as he finished speaking, the flag with the character "明" above his head instantly turned into a golden character "武".
Not only him, but a whole street of shops and a few red flags all turned into black and gold flags.
With this kind of momentum, Han Wu'er also stopped thinking about confronting the tea shop owner and turned his attention to Zhi Si and Buyu.
"Catch them both back!" She wanted to torture them well.
If you can't kill the master, then kill the servant. If you don't believe that the master will not move when the servant dies.
Seven or eight strong men stood behind her, each holding a sword in their hands, and ran over while yelling.
"Master, don't you want to see the soup dumplings? There's enough stuffing, I'll steam one for you." After saying this, Zhi Si jumped up to challenge.
"Hey, hey, leave two for me!" Buyu also rushed over. His figure was like lightning, and his fists were driven by the wind and slammed towards the opponent. He punched the bridge of his nose, each punch harder than the last.
As soon as the strong man's hand holding the knife was raised, his strength was relieved.
Another strong man took the opportunity to swing a knife from behind him. Buyu kicked the weapon away with a roundhouse kick and attacked his vitals fiercely, causing the opponent to roll on the ground in pain.
Zhiji was also fighting fiercely here. He swept with one leg and whipped the two strong men approaching from the left and right to the ground. He swung his fist and punched out again, making a whirring sound.
The dull punches all fell on the strong man like hailstones. He gradually became unable to resist and staggered back. At this moment, he jumped up and struck with an elbow, perfectly knocking the strong man's head into the body. chest.
Several big men were stunned by this terrifying move. In the next second, they had turned into Zhiji's specialty "soup dumplings".
Not to be outdone, Buyu picked up a big knife with his toes, kicked it, and stabbed it in, firmly fixing the heads of the two big men together.
"good!"
At this time, someone in the crowd began to cheer, "Okay! Great!" More and more people cheered for this rare visual feast.
"It's so exciting! It's been a long time since Yuancheng saw such a wonderful killing technique!"
"Yes! It's so shocking. The last knife was struck with just the right force, and not even an inch of the knife tip was exposed..."
The road is surrounded by water on both sides
Tong, Han Wu'er was so angry that her liver trembled when she heard the praises coming from all over the place.
But everyone seemed to have negotiated, and no one came forward to help her out, and no one made way for her.
"My friend's soup dumplings really impressed me!" Instead of being frightened by Zhiji's killing skills, the old man eagerly asked, "My friend, would you like to share your experience?"
"Experience? No experience. Anyway, I just don't want to see the other person's face and want him to disappear quickly." Zhiji summed it up in a crude way.
"It's time for us to go. If you don't mind, old man, let's go to the humble house and have a few drinks together." Regarding Ming Jiuye's invitation, the old man responded repeatedly with a look of shock on his face, "Thank you very much, then I'd rather be respectful than obey."
Carrying the newly wrapped bean rolls, Wuyou happily walked ahead with Ming Jiuye, while Zhisi Buyu discussed more killing techniques with the old man.
"By the way, old man, do you know where the grain store in Yuancheng is? Why can't you find it on the whole street?" Wuyou turned around from the front holding a lantern and asked.
The people of the Immortal City must eat after all, and rice, flour, and oil must be replenished in time. The worry and fear in the past two days can be considered a slight punishment.
"All grain shops are closed now. If you want to buy rice or noodles, you have to go to the city lord's mansion. Not only do they divide people into three, six or nine classes for hospitality, but even the rice and noodles are divided into high and low classes." After speaking, the old man shook his head. He looked at the stars in the night sky with a sad face and sighed:
"Source City, you can never go back."
"Is the old man a local from Source City?"
"Of course I am. The person I just did business with is my third brother. I am Yue Yun, who was originally the instructor of the City Lord's Mansion..." He seemed to have remembered something unhappy, and he stopped talking quickly.
"No need to mention it, where do you all live? Why haven't you arrived yet?"
"Right away! It's just ahead."
When they returned to the small courtyard, You Gui'er had already prepared the meal. Looking at the ghosts floating around in the small courtyard, Yue Yun's feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.
"Husband, what did you do to him?" Looking at the motionless wooden man standing in the courtyard, Wuyou couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing! I was afraid that he would be frightened when he saw the dishes floating around, so I opened his vaginal eye."
Hearing this, Wuyou shouted for help, "My stupid husband, if you let him suddenly see a ghost, wouldn't it be even scarier!".
"What should we do?" Ming Jiuye was slightly startled, with a stiff expression on his face.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
.
Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
