The bustling and lively city, the smell of people blowing in the face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tang Hong was wearing gray trousers, gray shirt, and his long hair, which had not been trimmed for three years, was tied together with a black belt, hanging down at the back of his head, like a wanderer from afar, but the corpse knife that was not separated from his waist was a little eye-catching, and everything on the street that was worn around his waist was either jade or a long sword, and the saber was very rare.

It is no wonder that now Gan Long, an important minister of the Qin State, even if he was extremely relied on by Mu Gong of the previous dynasty, and as a disciple of Confucianism, he admired the gentleman as jade, with the soldier's soldiers, and recruited disciples, and a wave of Confucianism in the Qin State arose, and the prestige was unparalleled for a while, and the effect of governing the country with Confucianism was also very significant.

"It's much richer than Song Guo", Tang Hong was carrying a beautiful money bag given by Su Changqing in his pocket, and there was a lot of traffic around, he shook his head and looked at those simple but sturdy houses, and the pedestrians were clean and tidy without even a few patches, and he couldn't help but sigh a little, he was like this all the way.

In the Song Kingdom, such a scene had never been seen, and this was just a small city called Jucheng near the border in the Qin Kingdom.

Su Changqing and Le Loulan were not by her side at this time, they all went back to their division to resume their lives, Su Changqing told him to go around casually in this generation, don't run away, they will come in a while.

Although it is a casual stroll, but Tang Hong is also happy to be leisurely, after all, he has lived alone for three years, and he will be a little kind when he sees other people for a while, but he will be a little uncomfortable after getting along for a long time, don't look at him now a bowl of noodles in the east and a bowl of porridge in the west are so happy, this is purely because of eating, not because of anything else. If he was squeezed by a group of people, Tang Hong would have no interest in eating.

There was a commotion in the distance, Tang Hong planned to avoid it far away, but unfortunately he was surrounded by people all around, and he couldn't squeeze it away, if he used too much force, he was afraid that he would break a few bones. I could only follow the flow of people, and I even got to the hustle and bustle, and finally couldn't move.

In front of a stall full of large watermelons, a lame old man sat down on the ground, and a chubby man in a green robe stood proudly in front of him.

"This old man is really pitiful, I heard that his leg was injured when he was a soldier."

"Really, there is no way to do it, fighting and fighting, the credit is all those adults, and we are just working the battlefield."

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Tang Hong listened to it for a long time, and he figured out what happened.

This fat man's name is Bai Qixi, a member of the Shi clan, who bought watermelons to eat in front of this old man's stall, but after buying it, he didn't pay, and the old man didn't let him go. I don't even want a face for the sake of greedy watermelon.

Tang Hong shook his head and squeezed to the side, finding that none of the people around him had let go.

"Old man, do you know who I am", Bai Qixi said in a condescending tone, raising his right hand and raising a flame in his palm, "I am a disciple of the seventh generation of the Great Stone Sect, a dignified qi practitioner."

It turned out to be the qi practitioners of the Dashimen Sect, and the qi practitioners of the Dashimen Sect were so shameless?, Tang Hong muttered in his heart.

The old man stood up slowly, "What's wrong with the qi practitioner, forget about your melon, what's the matter with you coming to get it every day, you are a qi practitioner just to eat and drink for nothing, Lao Tzu really doesn't serve you, settle the account here today, a melon is ten cents, if you don't have money, you will go with me to see the official", the old man is also hot-tempered, and he can't suppress it, and he doesn't put the fat man in front of him in his eyes.

"Good".

There was a cheer all around, the fat man's face turned the color of pork liver, and the flame in his hand was also bigger. Annoyed and angry, Tang Hong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help squeezing forward, ready to pull him away for a while, at least to keep this old man.

"Don't worry about it, old man, I hit it off with this brother at first sight, I'll help him pay for it", a gentle middle-aged man in a white robe squeezed out of Tang Hong's side, with a somewhat bulging money bag in his hand, he separated the two between the two, looking like a peacemaker.

"Get out of here," the fat man Bai Qixi raised the fire ball in his hand to press the old man.

The middle-aged man didn't dodge, he still looked at him with a gentle face, and the fat man's hand still didn't press down after all, because there was another hand that restrained his entire arm like an iron hoop.

"It's really nothing great to practice qi, Lao Tzu has slaughtered several, and none of them are under the Six Realms", a red light appeared in Tang Hong's eyes, revealing a trace of murderous aura, and he glanced at the fat man lightly.

The middle-aged man looked at this halfway Cheng Biting Jin with some surprise, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he really saw an interesting person.

In the end, the fat man paid the money and turned around and left, but it was more like turning around and running away than walking.

Tang Hong was like an unrelated person, and when the old man wanted to say thank you to him, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

In a small restaurant in the giant city, Tang Hong threw a piece of silver on the counter, "Good wine and good meat for a table."

"Yes, yes," the shopkeeper nodded busily, such a large piece of silver was enough for him to receive money for three days.

Tang Hong chose a clean table in the corner, and the wine and food were quickly filled, Tang Hong did not eat the vegetables first, but raised the wine jug and poured himself a glass, the wine was off-white, which was a unique rice wine of the Qin State.

"Zhan Zhan Lusi, the sun is not shining. Tired of drinking at night, not drunk and homeless" Tang Hong shook the wine bowl while chanting poems, watching the wine in the bowl rotate, this is from the poem "Xiao Ya, Zhan Lu" means that the dew is thick in the morning, and the sun will not dry out if it does not come out; The poem has been chanted, and Tang Hong drank all the wine in the bowl.

He had some friendship with Su Changqing and Le Loulan, but he really didn't want to enter the Dashimen Sect. However, it should not be reversed.

"Good man, drink wine here," a gentle and playful voice sounded, and the middle-aged man in front of the melon stall sat down opposite Tang Hong with a big watermelon in his hand, "The old man wants to thank you, why did you run away?" He put the watermelon on the table, "This is a thank you gift from others."

Tang Hong flicked his finger on the watermelon, and there was a "boom" sound.

"Shopkeeper, come to a bowl" Tang Hong shouted, and when the bowl was delivered to him, he poked a finger at the top of the watermelon, poked a small hole, picked up the watermelon and poured it into the bowl, and bright red watermelon juice flowed out of the watermelon.

"What a good means", the middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaim, the difference between him and him at Tang Hong's age was more than 108,000 miles.

"Carving insect skills, not enough to worry about" Tang Hong put the watermelon back on the table, he was already a little drunk at this time, after all, the amount of alcohol was not good. As the saying goes, he spit out the truth after drinking, and he vaguely confided in the things he had just tangled in his heart.

"As long as you drink three more pots of wine, your troubles will definitely be solved", the middle-aged man asked the shopkeeper for two more pots of wine, until Tang Hong fell on the table.

"The shopkeeper comes to the upper room", the middle-aged man smiled and took out a larger piece of silver from his arms and threw it to the shopkeeper behind the counter.

"Since you don't want to go and you have to go, it's better to dream big, and tomorrow you will get up and your troubles will disappear."