The blue cloth shirt followed the mustache, and the two of them talked nonsense casually, and returned to the stall just now.

On a regular basis, he and the mustache often walked around before the end of the market, and his father, though stern in his mouth, waited for them to return and leave together. But when I came back this time, I couldn't see my father when I saw the blue cloth shirt left and right, and even the stall was cleaned up, so I asked around with some surprise.

"Boy, you're finally back! Your father asked me to tell you, let you go home by yourself first!" The two people next to them leaned against the wall and smoked silently, and finally waited for the blue cloth shirt to come back, but they couldn't wait any longer, and hurriedly pulled the cart away.

"Brother, do you know where he went?" the mustache changed his complexion, and he stepped in front of the man who had been smoking a cigarette just now, and asked urgently.

"Ahem... Ouch... Mustache, you are frizzy and startle me! The one who struck the gong just now said that he would help deliver some fruit, and I vaguely saw that they seemed to be out of the city..."The man with the dry tobacco choked on his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I didn't see that your old boy has flexible legs and feet, so why did you come from afar all at once? I didn't say it! It's a pity that you don't become a thief just because of these few steps!"

"Haha... You talk a lot every day, go back quickly!" the mustache laughed, patted the man on the shoulder, and turned back to the blue shirt.

"The mustache... Mustache, what did you just do? Why did you disappear when you turned around? Huh... What are you doing here?" wondered Blue Shirt.

As soon as the mustache returned to its place, his nose wrinkled, so he leaned down and twisted the slightly wet soil and sniffed it, his brows tightened, and he felt that something was wrong.

Hearing the blue cloth shirt talking to himself, he wiped his hands and stood up and said with a relaxed face: "It's okay, I just went over there to ask about your father, he went to deliver fruit to people, and he will come back later, let's go back quickly..."

"Oh-oh," the blue shirt nodded, and quickened her pace at the urging of the mustache.

"It should be no problem here," the mustache thought to himself, then turned to the blue shirt and said, "Boy, I'm going back, you should hurry home!" and hurried towards the woods.

"I said mustache... You... Why are you so energetic today, my legs are about to break..."The blue cloth shirt followed closely behind, tired and out of breath, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the mustache disappeared on the forest path in a few steps, and he was also slightly stunned, and shouted: "Mustache! You haven't taken this wine yet! Hey!"

But he called a few times, but he didn't get any response, and he was also a little irritable. The young man is more or less a little competitive, today he was left all the way by the mustache, and he was a little unwilling in his heart, he looked up and saw that it was still early, so he gritted his teeth and chased after him, no matter what, he had to return the wine...

...

In the forest, two figures walked one after the other. The man in front of him was smiling, humming a little song without hurry, and his feet moved slowly, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, but the person behind him was impatient, carrying Zhu Lou in a circle.

"Brother this gong striker, can you be a little faster, I'm really afraid that the family will be in a hurry..."Although it was still early, the person in front of him was struggling, and he didn't go far for a long time, and it didn't look like someone was here, and he didn't know how long it would take to arrive.

"Don't panic, brother, it's definitely too late! And they all said that you don't need to see outside, just call the next big name..."The gong striker said with a smile.

"Well, Joe... Brother Qiao Luo..."The middle-aged man said helplessly, usually seeing this Qiao Gong with a smiling appearance, but he didn't expect his personality to be so lazy, "Brother Qiao Luo, forgive me for taking the liberty of the next sentence, how far is your guest's residence, according to our current speed, we won't be able to reach it even if it gets dark..."

"Haha... It seems that the old brother has misunderstood, and he is not looking for this guest, but the guest is coming to see him! I believe that it will not be long before you can meet. Qiao Gong said with a smile.

"We... Brother Qiao Gong, the more you talk about me, the more confused I become, isn't this guest here to see you? Why is it still related to me?" the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

"Confused, aren't you confused, don't you know the affairs of the Hero League very clearly?" Qiao Gong said with a smile.

"Ah!" When the middle-aged man heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and secretly exclaimed badly, but he didn't expect that his quick gossip was still heard by this gong beater!

After all, this gong striker is a member of the Hero League, if this news is their secret, and it is spread by themselves at will, I am afraid that it is inevitable to suffer today! However, when he said that he was at a critical moment, he was inadvertently interrupted by the mustache, and covered up the past with the old affairs of the Jade Pot Sect, so he didn't shake out the slanderous words behind him, otherwise it was still a question whether he could live now.

"Brother Qiao Gong... It's all hearsay gossip, and I definitely don't mean to be disrespectful to the Hero League!" the middle-aged man thought of this, and knelt on the ground with a plop, and repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Haha... What nonsense are you talking about, brother, you don't mean anything else... It's just that I'm a little curious about how much do your family know about these things?" Qiao Gong was still smiling, turning his fingers around the gong mallet as he spoke. But at this time, in the eyes of middle-aged people, it is like a life-seeking Yama.

"Brother Qiao Gong... Lord Qiao Gong... These things are all small hearsay, and they have nothing to do with the family, if the adults want to punish them, punish the small ones, don't hurt my family!" the middle-aged man trembled and said in a trembling voice.

"Alas... Dude, what are you talking about... It's just a casual question, you see what makes you nervous, even for the sake of the fruit, I can't help but be emotional, you say yes?" Qiao Gong has been calm since the beginning, but at this time, before the words fell, his face changed, he clenched the gong mallet in his hand, and laughed: "Look at this talking, aren't the guests coming, it really makes me wait..."

The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't tell what the smiling man was thinking for a while, for fear that this Qiao Gong would suddenly attack him, but at this time, he heard a rustling sound in the distance, and he was also curious to look over there, wanting to see who this guest was, who could make Qiao Gong pay so much attention?

Looking towards the sound, I saw two wine jugs whizzing and smashing in front of Qiao Gong, who had just taken two steps back when he saw the wine jug slamming and shattering, only to emit a burst of wine aroma in the air. Then a figure in a blue cloth shirt jumped out and snorted in front of the middle-aged man.

"Dad, are you okay!" Seeing that the middle-aged man's face was covered with blood, Lan Bu Shirt couldn't help but feel nervous, and quickly tore off a piece of cloth to tie the wound, and then looked at Qiao Gong viciously.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble when he saw the person coming, and thought to himself that the guest in Qiao Luo's mouth was his own son? The reason why it was so difficult was that he wanted to catch himself all? But he looked at Qiao Gong and found that the surprise in his eyes was not inferior to his own, presumably this guest should be someone else.

"Eh, it's not you! It shouldn't be you! Where did you come from?" Sure enough, Qiao Gong's next words also confirmed the middle-aged man's thoughts, only to see his smiling face was extremely entangled, looking confused, and there was still a trace of calmness.

"Say, where did you hide him?" Qiao Gong asked viciously with an impatient face, pulling up his blue cloth shirt.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about? You're going to let go of my father!

"Okay, don't say yes? Then don't blame it!" Qiao Gong pushed the blue cloth shirt to the ground when he heard this, and as soon as the gong mallet in his hand turned, he was about to ring the gong, "If you don't come out again, you will do it in the next place!" You remember, today! These two people! But you killed them!"

Qiao Gong sneered, and regardless of whether anyone responded, the gong mallet in his hand was raised high and shouted: "A gong sounds... Ouch hey!"

As soon as he said half of his words, he saw a flying stone in the distance breaking through the air, which was much stronger than the power and speed of the blue cloth shirt thrown before, and smashed into Qiao Gong's wrist in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Gong's heart was impatient and negligent for a while, and only then was he attacked by someone, and his face sank at this time! He was about to pick up the gong mallet, but he only felt a breeze blowing in front of him, and the gong mallet on the ground had disappeared. When he looked up, he saw a black shadow suddenly appear in front of him, and the gong mallet was firmly held in the hand of the visitor.

Don't think you can't strike without a gong... Where's my gong?" Qiao Gong sneered, and was about to bow his head to strike the gong, but he felt that the figure in front of him flashed again, and the gong actually ran into the man's hand like a trick, and he held back the second half of his words, and almost tilted his nose.

The middle-aged man and the blue cloth shirt were in shock, thinking that their lives were short. Father and son hugged each other tightly and trembled, waiting for the gong of death to come.

But they waited for a while but didn't feel anything unusual, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a familiar figure blocking in front of them, and then there was a phantom flicker that snatched the guy in Qiao Gong's hand into his hand, which was also a little unbelievable, and almost dropped his jaw.

"Little... Mustache... You..."After all, the middle-aged man had experienced wind and rain, and he reacted after a moment of shock, and said dumbfounded.

"Alas, I'm sorry to frighten you. The mustache glanced back and smiled wryly.

"I received news that there was a master hidden in the city of Ludu! I beat gongs and drums for several days, but I didn't even see the shadow of the master, I didn't expect... I didn't expect it to look like this..."Qiao Gong kept looking his mustache up and down, and said with a sigh.

"Oh, then you should tell me, master... What should it look like? Empty-handed like you?" the mustache sneered.

"I'm sorry... It's a gaffe..."Qiao Gong was sarcastically ridiculed by the mustache, but he was not annoyed, his face returned to his smiling appearance, and he said lightly: "I don't know the name of the master brother, can you intend to join our Hero Alliance?"

"A name is just a title, what does it make if you know it or not... I just don't know if your preparation today is an invitation or a threat?"

"It depends on how Brother Gao understands it?"

"Really?"