At night, the capital is brighter and more lively than during the day, and most people are willing to walk on the street for a while after dinner, have a drink or two with friends, or listen to a few operas in the opera garden on the street, at this time, most people's faces will be full of happy smiles, because they are enjoying the fun that life brings. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But some people are still sad, Xiaoyun is one of them, he is holding a bowl of Yangchun noodles, looking at a brightly lit restaurant across the street, I really regret that I was impulsive just now, and gave a piece of silver to the old man who was roasting.

"Otherwise, I'll have to eat a bowl of pickle noodles. Xiao Yun took a sip of the noodle soup and thought angrily: "Why am I so generous, I am not a rich man, I am a good man! The next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will be killed and want me to pay for it!" Xiao Yun secretly swore secretly.

Xiaoyun was about to swallow the rest of the noodles in one bite, when he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him, it was a little boy from a peasant family, standing at his table with a broken fish basket and looking at him, to be honest, looking at the noodle soup in his bowl, the moldy child seemed to be hungry enough, pitiful. Xiao Yun couldn't see this kind of thing the most, and immediately forgot the oath he had just made, beckoned to Xiao Er, and said, "Little Second Brother, bring this child a bowl of noodles too, I'll pay for it!"

As soon as the hot noodles were served, the child ate them in a big gulp, and looking at the fragrance of the child's food, Xiaoyun slowly ate the mouthful of noodles in his bowl. By the time he had taken the last sip of the noodle soup, the boy had already cleaned the bowl and was looking at Xiaoyun with grateful eyes.

"Just a bowl, don't look at me, go home!" The child suddenly took out a bowl-sized turtle from the fish basket, stuffed it into Xiaoyun's hand, turned around and ran away, the farmer's child is real, and he will not take advantage of others even if he dies. This turtle is estimated to be worthless, and he can't even buy a bowl of noodles, but Xiaoyun is very happy, because among all the animals, his favorite is this turtle. He especially likes the kind of stability of the turtle, even if something big happens, he doesn't panic, Xiaogu always says that Xiaoyun is like a turtle, he does things slowly, Xiaoyun is not angry, the turtle is a turtle, a turtle that is 80,000 years old, what's wrong with living longer.

"It's not bad, it's worth it to exchange a bowl of noodles for a turtle. Xiaoyun put the turtle in the pocket of his left chest, pressed it, and estimated that the turtle would not be able to escape, so he paid the bill and walked to the street against the stick. It was already completely dark, and Xiao Yun's idea was to explore the terrain and find the way today, but he didn't know how to start, where to go to find Ma Duanyang?

"You can't just ask someone on the street. Xiao Yunxin said: "That's too public, it's still early anyway, if you want to go, you have to go later, find a place to press down first." ”

There are a lot of inns in Kaifeng, but they are all surprisingly expensive, and many things in Xiaoyun have to be done secretly, so you can't live in that kind of very cheap shop. Now Xiaoyun was tired, and asked one family after another, and finally found a "Sifang Inn" for eight dollars of silver a night, and paid it three days in advance. "When I have money, I will open seventeen or eight of them, and I can't count the money every day!" Xiao Yun thought fiercely after paying the money.

The guy who greeted Xiaoyun was about the same age as Xiaoyun, with a smile on his face, quite kind. After leading Xiaoyun into the room, he suddenly asked, "Nong, are you from Gangnan?"

Xiaoyun Yileng, the young man spoke the authentic Suzhou dialect, it seemed that he had met a fellow countryman, and quickly replied: "Yes!

"Oh hmph! Hmm, it's another in Suzhou, it's a fellow countryman!"

That young man also came from the Jiangnan generation, and as soon as Xiaoyun spoke, he heard the unique "softness" of the dialects in the Jiangnan area, which is commonly known as "Wu Nong's soft language". It heard the local voice Xiaoyun felt very cordial, the little guy was naturally the same, and there was not much work in his hands, so he chatted with Xiaoyun on the sky, Xiaoyun was happy in his heart, not only met the fellow, but also because when he was stealing the door to learn art, when talking about the experience of walking the rivers and lakes, if he wanted to understand the local situation in the shortest possible time, the easiest way was to ask the winery, restaurant, The inn's shop is a little two, and the guys in each inn are local know-it-alls, and you can always find out something useful when you ask, not to mention that this guy is still his fellow countryman.

"Today I saw the beheader, the old man with the knife was really good, and he killed two people with one knife. Xiaoyun directly mentioned Ma Duanyang.

The young man looked proud and said, "What's the matter, I saw Ma Laoya on my last trip, and I saw another seven or eight others!"

"Ga knot! Yi will cut another every day?"

"Don't kill the other, Yi is still the head of the prison of the Criminal Department, every day to personally keep vigil, the first half of the day to rest, so the post, the pavilion has to cut the head of the skeleton to stuff the waves. ”

It turns out that Ma Duanyang is still the head of the prison of the Criminal Department, so go to the prison of the Criminal Department to look for it, or you can find Ma Duanyang, it really takes no effort to come, I have already seen the prison of the Criminal Department when I go shopping during the day, so I can just go and see it after the change. Thinking of this, he said to the young man: "I'm sorry, I'm tired today, I want to be sleepy early, and I'll help Nong Gang tomorrow morning." ”

After sending the little guy away, Xiaoyun fell asleep, anyway, it was still "early", and if he wanted to do that stealing chicken and touching dog, he had to wait until the second half of the night. The thieves who stole the door all practiced a kind of "chicken morning, dog barking night" kung fu, that is to say, when they fell asleep, they did not sleep very dead, and they could immediately detect it when there was a disturbance, so Xiaoyun would not miss it when he wanted to get up.

On the third watch, Xiaoyun opened one left eye, slowly got up, and opened the small baggage, which was full of bits and pieces, and the most was all kinds of small bottles. Xiao Yun took out a small black bottle from many small bottles, and wiped some black liquid on his face carefully, even on his eyelids. A true master thief will never mask his face with a cloth, he will inevitably be found when stealing, and the mask will sometimes be torn by someone during the fight, and this black liquid will not be removed if he is not washed with a unique secret recipe, even if the opponent grabs a handful on the face.

Xiaoyun opened the window to look at the sky, the sky was really good, the moon was a little dazzling, and there were many stars. This is a big taboo for thieves, and it is actually best for thieves to steal when the moon is dark and the wind is high. But since the thief Zuo Xiaoxiao became famous, the thieves who stole the door have taken him as an example, even if the moon is bright, they have no scruples, because one of the reasons why Zuo Xiaoxiao is called "Bright Moon Mountain Wind" is because he often moves in the night of a bright moon, sweeping away the most difficult items to steal like a mountain wind.

Xiaoyun put on his night clothes, jumped out of the window, climbed over the wall and crossed the ridge, like walking on a flat river. Half an hour later, Xiaoyun squatted on the wall of the prison of the Criminal Department, calmed down, looked at the surrounding situation, and immediately found a lot of hidden posts. In this seemingly calm compound, it was pitch black, except for the chirping of autumn insects, there was boundless silence. But in Xiaoyun's ears, at least the breathing of more than ten people was heard, there were people behind the pillars, there were people in the branches and leaves of the big trees, and there were people hidden in the rockery.

"The prison of the Criminal Department is really the first prison in the world, and there are really many ambushes, but this little trick is not difficult for me. Xiao Yun dodged left and right, and he didn't even find him in more than ten secret posts, and Xiao Yun, who was half a pillar of incense, easily squatted on a beam above Ma Duanyang's head.

Ma Duanyang sat with his back to the prison door, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the Broken Sun Treasure Knife at his waist, and his left hand held a purple sand pot, staring at the entrance of the prison. This is a very spacious room, which will not hinder the wielding of the Broken Yang Treasure Knife, which means that Ma Broken Yang will not hinder the use of his sword technique in this room because of the small space. The Broken Sun Treasure Knife is right in front of him, and after stealing it, Xiao Yun is the first level of the thief, but does Xiao Yun really have a chance to steal it? I'm afraid it's not so simple, Xiao Yun himself thinks so.