Fortune leads to the four seas, and the financial resources soar to the three rivers

——This is a couplet hanging at the door of the Fengyuan Inn in Yiluo Mianyuan. Although the Fengyuan Inn is small, it is lined with such a couplet, even if it has a kind of rich and tacky. Fengyuan Inn in Shuangyang Town, Mianyuan, is located at the three-way intersection leading to Huzhou and Jeju, where most of the merchants and heroes gather here.

Fights and brawls are staged from time to time, and the innkeeper's chestnut abacus beads are ready to fight fast at any time.

"Bang dang!"

"Bang!"

The shopkeeper shook his head, and there were words in his mouth: "Plus the carved wooden stool, one two two money three, two wine bowls, one two two money seven ......"

Those tea guests who rested turned a deaf ear to this, and those who drank tea drank tea, drank alcohol, and gambled to open the dice even more noisy: "One, three, four, eight o'clock is small-"

As long as no one is killed, everyone is used to these petty fights.

For example, on this day, a blood-stained teenager was besieged by several adult men with fierce faces and sharp blades, the young man had no weapon in his hand, and barely avoided a few knives by relying on the flexibility of his moves, and one of them described the obscene man in a yellow shirt and laughed hehehehe: "Brothers, this Xijon dog turns out to have no internal strength, how about our brothers have a cat and mouse?"

The man with a hideous scar on his face kicked the boy to the ground, stepped on his heart, and said fiercely:

"Dare to kick Lao Tzu?!Lao Tzu wastes your kung fu and will play slowly with you!" As he spoke, the young man's face turned pale and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of red blood.

The blood was stained, and a few points actually got on the white shirt of the man who was wearing a straw hat and drinking tea quietly, which was shocking. The man in white frowned slightly, but he continued to drink his tea, and the displeasure disappeared in an instant.

The short man in black reacted quickly and leaned over to raid the Xijon boy, and when he straightened up, he kicked him a few times in annoyance, and scolded:

"Ge Laozi! Penniless, he was chased and killed and fell off a cliff?! After chasing him for more than ten miles, didn't Lao Tzu waste his efforts? Big brother, just do him, it's good to be angry!"

The knife flashed, saying that it was too late and that was fast, and an unknown object suddenly attacked the three of them accurately, and the knife flashed again, and the thing that seemed to be a hidden weapon made a few crisp noises and then fell to the ground.

Those who gambled and drank tea turned their heads to see that the so-called hidden weapon turned out to be just a puff of bamboo chopsticks, scattered all over the place.

The man with the scar viciously shouted at the empty table with chopsticks: "Where did you come from, Wang Ba Lamb, who dared to block the way of our three ghosts in Wuzhong?!"

The man in white turned around slowly, lifted the straw hat on his head, and was a young man with a sallow face, with a bamboo basket beside him, in which a few herbs were placed scattered on the ground, and a blue bird curled up in it;

The short man smiled wickedly: "Big brother, there is another one to die!"

"Huh?" a tea guest had sharp eyes, and finally realized that something was wrong. A light yellow mist enveloped the three ghosts of Wuzhong for some time, and when the three ghosts of Wuzhong noticed it and hurriedly dispersed, they had already inhaled a lot of the yellow smoke. Only then did they realize that the chopsticks that had been cut off had been manipulated.

"Big brother, it's not smoke. The man in the yellow shirt sneered.

"Certainly not smoke. The young man's half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, his brown eyes seemed to have a streamer dimming, and a smile flowed from the corner of his slightly raised eyes, "Smoke is only used by bandits or flower thieves, to deal with the wicked, you should use scorpion powder, Tianshan ice toad and broken intestine grass made of Desperation San, as long as you inhale enough amount, you can return to the west in a moment or three, and its corpse will turn into a puddle of yellow water." ”

With a "Zheng" sound, the scar-faced knife slashed on the young man's table, the blade of the knife was embedded in three inches, and he said viciously: "When Lao Tzu is so easy to fool, then simply pull you to be buried before Lao Tzu dies!"

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the other two changed greatly, "Big brother, big brother, ...... you"

Scarface only felt a hot stream gushing out of his nose, and when he reached out to wipe it, it was his own nosebleed gurgling out. He looked back at his brother and found that the two of them were already covered in blood, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Who are you, how do you know such evil magic?"

The young man grinned, his expression was extremely relaxed and happy, and said, "Have you heard of Mu Mo, the poisonous hand monk on the rivers and lakes? After saying that, he got up and walked to the Xirong boy, squatted down to inspect his injuries, Wu Zhong's three ghosts looked at each other with pale faces, nosebleeds still flowed wildly, and couldn't help but kneel down softly, begging repeatedly.

"Is there an antidote?" he scratched his head, "it doesn't seem to have been researched yet......

"This little brother, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, the three of them are hateful, but the sin is not to death, can the little brother spare them if he abolishes his right hand?" I don't know when a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with an elegant face walked behind him with a paper fan in his hand, and he raised his head and looked at the man in blue shirt with a smile:

"Is the uncle overflowing with compassion or is the yellow finch in the background?"

"Master Mumo is a master of using poison, how dare he make any attempts at his successor? It's just that this Xirong boy has lost too much blood and is dying, so he is not willing to help. ”

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"The heroes of the rivers and lakes are very loving, and they are very accomplished in medicine, and they are given the name of the scholars in the next day. ”

"Scholar Huitian?" he still smiled, ripped open the collar of the Xijon boy, and turned his fingers to add a few more golden needles, "I don't know." However, he is mine, and if you want to save the three ghosts who are about to report to the Yama Prefecture. ”

After that, he picked up the needle and dropped the needle, and neatly placed the needle in several large points on his chest.

Huitian Scholar's face changed slightly, but he was still jealous of him, and said hatefully: "Little brother, if you don't leave him, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this Fengyuan Inn!"

The faces of the three ghosts gradually turned blue, and their bodies collapsed to the ground.

The young man stood up, his smile was a little more mocking, and he looked at the scholar and said, "He has no long things, what do you want?" Say it, and we will discuss it." ”

The scholar thought that he was frightened by this young man who knew at a glance that he was a fledgling and meticulously confused, so he said proudly:

"Leave the snow jade wolf teeth on his body, and let you live below. ”

The surrounding tea guests all looked sideways, how could the token of the oath and covenant between the lord of Xirong and the snow-capped wolf appear on such a weak-crowned young man?

"You say this?" He glanced at the bloodstained and slightly yellowed wolf teeth on the neck of the Xijon boy, and sneered: "Do you want to go crazy with wolf teeth, why don't you find a wolf and pull one out yourself? When you see a wolf tooth, you think it's a treasure, then don't you see women as your mother? Your Excellency doesn't look like a poor and crazy person? Or do you like this young man's beauty and want to take it home to do something wrong?!"

Those present burst into laughter.

"It is well known that the custom of Xirong is that the wolf's teeth are tied to the son's body with a red thread after the death of the father to leave a thought, I can't imagine the weight of your greed, and even the relics of your father will not be spared, which is really worse than the three ghosts of Wuzhong!"

Huitian Scholar blackened his face, and as soon as the fan was raised, he attacked the young man, the young man hurriedly dodged, his body was very clumsy, and his wrist flicked and it was a hidden weapon, Huitian Scholar sneered:

"Or chopsticks?!You're looking for death!"

As soon as the sleeves were rolled, all the chopsticks were rolled aside by him, and seeing that his fan was about to hit her throat, suddenly a ball of snow white suddenly jumped up, and the scholar of Huitian only felt a sharp pain in his wrist and hurriedly collected the protection, and retreated two positions to settle down only to find that there were two scratches on his hands, and the color had changed from bright red to dark blue;

It was a snow-white tanuki.

And although the young man described it as a little embarrassed, there was no fear on his face, but the scholar of Huitian was shocked and asked in a trembling voice: "Your tanuki has poison on its paws?!"

"No matter how poisonous it is, it can't be as vicious as people's hearts. He said coldly: "If you now point to your three acupuncture points of Quchi, Tanyuan, and Jade Pillow to prohibit the toxin from going up, you may be able to save your life." As for your hand, as you say, you will abolish your right hand, and I do not want to be too concerned with you. He took out a black pill and threw it to the Huitian scholar:

"Take it, and in two days, I will order someone to send one more to the Fengyuan Inn, and this poison will not leave the root of the disease. But if anything happens to me, then I will trouble you to come to the underworld to accompany me. ”

After that, under the scorching gaze of everyone, he tried his best to help up the confused Xirong boy, left a golden leaf and left the Fengyuan Inn.

Two days later, on the official road from Huzhou to Tiandu, a carriage galloped into the wind.

The Xirong boy in the carriage, who had changed into clean clothes, was still unconscious, of course, three ribs were broken, more than 30 sword wounds, and serious internal injuries, and the Da Luo Immortal could not be saved.

Da Luo Immortal can't save it, but she Mei Ziyan can.

The casual woman holding the tanuki in her hand and holding the oiled chicken leg in her hand, and the coarse cloth clothes and hair were tied into a messy bunch, the smile in the corner of her eyes was still the same. The white dress was soiled, and she had to change back into women's clothes. The carriage was rocked by a stone, and the body was jolted heavily, and the young man lying in the carriage was unconsciously in pain, and Mei Ziyan grinned and put the chicken leg in front of his nose:

"Isn't it nice to smell it? You're hungry, aren't you? It's a pity, I'm telling you, you can't eat meat, you can't eat vegetables, you can't drink alcohol, you can only eat porridge and water, you're very sad, aren't you? You're angry, aren't you? Then open your eyes and see how disgusting I am......

The boy's brow seemed to furrow.

Still asleep.

"Little fox, I seem to have picked up a problem. You tell me?

Mei Ziyan lifted the curtain and looked at Huzhou City, which was getting farther and farther away, at this time the sunset was in the mountains, the trees on both sides of the road were shady, the birds were singing, and the summer evening breeze was a little cooler, she stretched her waist, threw the chicken bones in her hand casually, remembered the dangerous scene that day, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile:

"This ...... rivers and lakes"