Kang Nian, the fighting merchant, has experienced many battle scenes, the border is desolate, dark streets and alleys, in the daytime, at night, in the wind, snow, rain and fog, there are group battles and individual battles, or suddenly appear, or set up to face the battle, but I have never seen this.

On the bustling street, two teenagers walked leisurely through the crowd, holding scrolls and pens in their hands, walking through the crowd one after the other, slowly and quickly, and no one noticed them, let alone that they were fighting.

The pen is the sword and arrow, the axis is the shield armor, the speed and strength of the fight, the attack and defense, the person who kills and the person who does not kill the unrelated.

They swayed in the dense crowd of people, no one stood in their way, they did not collide with anyone's carriages or horses, not even their shoulders and arms, as if they were walking on an empty street.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew these two people and stared at them from beginning to end, he wouldn't dare to say that this was a battle, the sweat on the merchant's forehead was getting heavier and heavier, and the rattle in his hand was shaking so much that it almost broke the eardrum.

What to do?

He wanted to rush forward, trying to block the pen that the black-robed young man kept throwing, but he couldn't keep up, and he didn't know if he could block it when he rushed up.....

The crowd in front of us is more dense, and when we reach an intersection, the four sides of the crowd meet, which is more unsuitable for attacking, because there is too much chance of hurting people..... but on the other hand, it is more difficult to defend.

The merchant stiffened, and watched the black-robed young man flick his arm suddenly, not passing through the crowd, but going upward....There was a glittering and beautiful arc falling in the sun.

Unstoppable, nowhere to avoid, chilly.

This time he doesn't care about hurting unrelated people!

The staggered crowd in front of them froze, the man with the child on his back, the woman who looked at them with a smile, the footman who pushed the cart and wheelbarrow, the old man who staggered with a basket on his back, and a twenty-eight girl wrapped in a cloak and bowing her head as if she was full of thoughts....they all walked towards or crossed the black-robed young man....

The boy suddenly jumped forward, and at the same time shook his hands as if to catch something, and the scroll he was holding in his hand spread out like a veil and rose upwards....

"Oops. ”

There were several exclamations from the crowd, and there was a burst of confusion.

Some people helped the boy who was about to fall, some people looked around at a loss and asked what was wrong, and the crowd of people who poured away was noisy.

The young man hugged the scroll in front of him indiscriminately, and with his head lowered in embarrassment, he bumped into two or three people and apologized one after another, and in the blink of an eye, he was on another street... Passers-by still haven't reacted yet.

"Said don't squeeze .. Squeeze what squeeze..."

"What, he tripped over himself."

"Readers are like goose-goshy..."

"Hey.. What's the matter with you, why did you suddenly open your umbrella?"

There was a loud voice in the noise, and the man who stopped in the middle of the road looked over and saw a man holding his head with an annoyed face, and behind him a man holding a black oily umbrella in his hand, and it was obvious that the umbrella that had suddenly opened hit the man's head.

"Hit me on the head!" the man shouted angrily, "what an umbrella in the winter!"

Yes, what kind of umbrella in winter, there is no wind and no snow....

The man still held the umbrella, only his chin was exposed, and said, "The sun is too hot." ”

It's really sick, passers-by were stunned..... and there were those who hated the sun being too hot in the winter.

"Let's let let let's. ”

A merchant carried a burden and hurried through the crowd, not caring whether the person with the umbrella in the winter was sick or not, because he could not only be sure that he was not sick, but also that the man was very powerful...

What happened at that moment, this man also noticed it, just like Xue Qing opened the scroll to block the attack thrown in the air, he opened the umbrella to block it.

I don't know which side of this is a person, or a passer-by who doesn't know anything, there are many powerful people in the capital....no matter who he is, the merchant can't take care of it.

His steps are getting faster and faster, and the rattle is beating more and more urgently, coming, coming, coming, coming, blacksmith, Sister Miaomiao, come quickly.

The merchant passed through the intersection and let the intersection flow again, but the man did not put away his umbrella, but walked forward as if he had inadvertently glanced in the direction of the merchant.

"Miss, go this way. He said.

Only then did passers-by see a girl behind him, who was wrapped in an inky cloak and covered her head and face with a big hat.

The man held an umbrella and led the girl forward, this is just a little thing in the daily life of the capital, and the passers-by quickly dispersed to continue their journey, laughing and joyful, and no one remembers the right talent anymore.

……

……

The girl standing on the side of the road stretched out her hand, and the man handed her the umbrella in his hand.

The umbrella was not closed, and the girl held it in front of her eyes with one hand, lifted her hat to reveal her veiled face, and looked at the umbrella with one hand.

The iron umbrella handle, the oily umbrella cloth on the outside and the gold and silver iron wires on the inside, like a woven net.

At this point, a hole was pierced through the sturdy web, and a piece of bamboo was stuck in it.

The girl reached out and pulled the piece of bamboo off.

"The bamboo knife that cuts paper can actually penetrate the Tianluo umbrella. She said, "Ji Chong, they really did it." ”

Ji Zhong said: "Miss, it's too dangerous, go back." ”

Song Ying looked at him: "Will Ji Zhong be afraid of danger?"

Ji Zhong said: "Of course I'm not afraid. ”

Song Ying didn't speak again, put away the umbrella, handed it to Ji Chong, and walked forward.

…….

…….

Chasing, not necessarily strong, escape, not necessarily afraid.

Qin Mei looked at the back of the young man in front of her, from slow steps to broken steps, and now she began to run wildly, carrying a scattered scroll in her hand, waving her arms, looking back from time to time, so that she forgot to look at the road ahead, bumped into someone, stumbled, cursed and complained, embarrassed and panicked.....

The boy has been running on the defensive, and he hasn't attacked a single time... Is it a fight, but a run, or a fear?

No, Qin Mei sneered, staring at the young man with a pair of faint eyes, this villain was waiting, waiting for the opportunity to hit with one blow, and make a move.

He was also waiting, waiting for him to make a move.

The young man turned around, his steps became more staggering, like a fish jumping out of the water, panicked and helpless on the ground, the people around him were stirred and noisy and panicked, and subconsciously followed his gaze and saw another black fish rushing towards him......

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you making trouble in the streets..."

“.. These two prisoners..."

The sound of questioning and reprimanding began, and the next moment there was a cry of exclamation.

"Ah, look at the road. ”

With the sound of exclamation, Xue Qing bumped into the colorful shed shelf on the side of the road..... across the street, and the colorful colorful shed shook with a loud noise, and it was about to fall.....

There was a shout all around, and someone wanted to help the boy who hit the shelf, but the young man stuck to the shelf but before everyone stepped forward, another figure smashed over like a stone.

Bang... The boy who had hit him earlier seemed to have been knocked into the other side and fell, flipped and staggered back and waved his hand... The scroll pen is out of his hand, and he scatters ..... now.

Qin Mei saw that Xue Qing's eyes, the young man's eyes were as calm as cold stars, and he leaned back violently...... There seems to be a rainbow falling from the sky.

"The shed is down!"

There was an instant chaos on the street, the running shouting and crying horses neighed and the people who were passing by were smashed down, fortunately there were many people on the street, and soon tore open the colorful silk wooden frame, and the people who were smashed were helped up, and fortunately, a carriage was passing by, and a wooden frame was put on it to leave space, and many people were just frightened and fell down without being hit by the heavy skeleton.

But there is always bad luck......

"Blood!"

A scream rang out, pointing to the patch of red spreading under the scattered wooden frames.

"Someone was smashed!"

The streets that had been calm were chaotic again, and at this time, the merchant who came to him stumbled, and the burden on his shoulders finally fell.

Don't... But that young man will never be smashed.

In the panic, a black figure flashed in the crowd, and a young man stood a little embarrassed and funny under the scattered wooden frame with a colorful silk on his head, and raised his hand.

"Ah, come on, someone, someone has been smashed. ”

The sound was exceptionally loud in the midst of the noise.

The merchant almost fell to the ground and looked at the young man.

Xue Qing.

A pair of eyes looked through the scattered wooden frames and the chaotic crowd and only looked at the young man who was standing and waving people.

No one would be smashed, Qin Mei fell against the broken wooden pillar, blood spreading under him.

His hand was pressed on his waist, and in addition to the blood gushing out of his white jade-like fingers, he also held a bamboo knife... The small, thin bamboo knife, which could only cut paper, cut through his fingers and cut through his robe, cut through his skin, and pierced into his flesh......

Qin Mei looked at the black-robed young man standing in the crowd, the young man's face seemed to be flustered, but his eyes were as calm as ever

Xue Qing, he made a move, he succeeded.