Dozens of bright lights were raised around the inn, illuminating the night as if it were day, and the torches burned the air distorted, and the guests who stayed at the hotel fled in panic in all directions, and for a while the noise was like a tide, rushing towards the east corner gate, and was driven to the old house in the east lane by many cavalry.

Xiahou Zicong walked down from the inn, and he frowned in the face of the tidal wave of cavalry.

He wasn't afraid or hated killing, but he hated having to do it himself.

Whether a person is smart or stupid is manifested in his behavior, only the stupid will rely on strength to solve the problem, and smart people like to use their brains.

He is a person who likes to use his brain, but in this case, he knows that his hands are the easiest way.

He unsealed Tang Bai's true qi, and the golden short sword was already in his hand, flashing golden light in the firelight, killing the infinite cavalry.

A peak of the realm, a master of entry, and a woman with infinite strength, how terrible is this combination?

Everyone soon knew that the blood was stained red with fire.

The flames soared into the sky, and the cavalry ran wildly, screaming and screaming, retreating again and again.

The three of them rushed out of the encirclement, not afraid, but not wanting to entangle.

Xia Hou Zicong was very familiar with Xiangcheng, and led the two of them into the alley in the dark, took the wrong road, staggered the cavalry searching for them, and headed towards the Xiangshui wharf.

Xiangshui Wharf is the hub of water transportation in Xiangcheng, the main road of commerce, where there are full of different sizes, all kinds of freighters and ferries; Xiangshui Wharf is also the most chaotic place in Xiangcheng, countless boatmen, coolies, coachmen, street girls, green skins, hawkers and other low-level people gather together to form gangs of different sizes, forming a unique wharf culture.

Rows of torches swayed in the night wind, and the firelight illuminated the pier into a market that never sleeps.

The coolies are helping to transport the goods, sweating and sweating, the owners of the goods are constantly shouting, the coachmen are sitting together, chatting about homely things, the hawkers are desperately soliciting customers, some women standing on the street, calling some idle owners in thick clothes, flirting and scolding, and the green skins wandering around, seeing where there is a little profit, sneaking into their hands, they go to the small underground casino not far away。。。。。。

The people here are like Xiangshui, there is no day or night, and there is no distinction between clear and turbid.

Tang Bai and Yan Feifei did not run away, they knew that if Xiahou Zicong did not want the two of them to leave, even if they had wings, they would not be able to fly out of Xiahou Zicong's palm.

The realm is invincible, and it is not a remote transmission.

The three of them walked through the bustling crowd, pushed away three or two street girls who were entangled, and before Qingpi came up to make trouble, they stepped onto a freighter.

There were torches and oil lamps burning on the freighter, and there was a lot of cargo on the deck, and the coolies were still helping to carry them to the freighter.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Old man Liu, old man Liu, how did you arrange it, and everyone should be put up? Get down, hurry up and get out of the way for Lao Tzu。。。。。。 ”

At the bow of the boat, a middle-aged man with a fat head, wearing a gold embroidered robe, with a palm-sized piece of warm jade hanging from his waist, and a snow-white fox robe, his hands in his sleeves, shouted angrily. Behind him stood four tall and burly men, with bears and tigers, with fierce and vicious appearances, which were not intimidating; they were dressed in samurai shirts that smelled of bandits, and the big swords in their hands were hung with rings, and when they shook slightly, they made a non-stop 'jingle bell' sound, and they were majestic.

The right hand of the four people was on the hilt of the knife, and their eyes were fierce, and as long as the lord gave the order, they would use the big knife in their hands to cut the three of them into meat sauce.

Xia Hou Zicong had an extra short sword in his hand, the cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the fat man, the short blade was already close to his neck, and the cold blade made the fat man's shouting stop abruptly, his face was pale, his whole body was constantly trembling, and beads of sweat kept coming out of his temples.

Xiahou Zicong doesn't like to talk to stupid people, because some people are like dogs, and when they talk to him about a hundred truths, they will bark endlessly.

This fat man is this kind of person, and the weakness of this kind of person is that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

Four strong men surrounded him, and the big knives in their hands were raised high, ready to kill at any time.

They knew the danger, but they did not escape.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and the coolies who carried the goods stopped what they were doing and avoided from afar.

Xia Hou Zicong looked at the four of them indifferently, and he couldn't see any emotion in his eyes.

The four felt cold, colder than a cold winter.

A man in his fifties came out of the cabin, with a dark complexion, a strong physique, and a face full of wind and frost, only people who often live on the water are like this, he said carefully as he walked: "Brother, you can't do it, you can't do it." ”

His voice trembled a little, Tang Bai could feel the fear in his heart, but there were some things that he had to do even if he was afraid.

He is the owner of this boat, and everyone who knows him calls him Old Man Liu, as for what his real name is, very few people know, and no one is interested in knowing.

Old man Liu started running boats at the age of thirteen, and he has seen all kinds of people, and knows which people can be messed with and which ones can't be messed with.

Xiahou Zicong is someone who can't be messed with.

Old man Liu is a boat runner, and the boat runner has the rules and integrity of the boat runner.

Sometimes integrity and discipline are more important than life.

"Where does the freighter go?"

Xia Hou Zicong put away his short sword and asked indifferently, it's not that he doesn't dare to kill, he just doesn't want to kill, killing an incompetent person is no different from killing a dog, why should he kill a dog.

The fat man sat on the ground, gasping for air, as if to breathe out the fear in his heart.

The four strong men put away the big knife in their hands and glanced at Xia Hou Zicong in fear, they had killed people, and they could feel the murderous aura on Xia Hou Zicong's body.

The longer a person mixes, the more he will understand that prudent people live longer.

"Brother Tai wants to leave Xiangcheng?"

Old man Liu is a seasoned old man who speaks and acts with great eyesight.

"When will the ship leave?"

"The light of day set sail, the three of them went to rest in the cabin, and the little old man took care of the rest. ”

Old man Liu looked at Xue Zicong carefully, until Xue Zicong nodded, he breathed a sigh of relief, he had been traveling for decades, Old Man Liu's eyes were very poisonous, what kind of people the three were, he knew better than anyone else.

There are rooms in the cabins, where the owner and the captain of the ship rest, and there are several large rooms where the sailors and the ship's cooks live.

Xia Hou Zicong asked for a room alone, and Tang Bai and Yan Feifei lived together.

Yan Feifei disagrees, she is a girl.

Xia Hou Zicong glanced at Tang Bai, and Yan Feifei had no choice but to compromise.

Everyone has weaknesses, and Tang Bai is Yan Feifei's 'weakness'; she is a woman who is angry.

There were two small beds in the room, well furnished, not brand new, but clean and smellless, and a small table with a teapot and cups on the table.

Yan Feifei was sulking on the bed, but Tang Bai sat quietly on the bed, and after burying Ye Lang, he rarely spoke.

Silence, like the silence before a volcanic eruption, he stood up, opened the door and walked out.

Xiahou Zicong is meditating, with the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" in front of him, which is a scripture that calms the mood and cleanses the soul, and meditates between the lines to describe the principles of self-cultivation, wisdom, and the Great Dao.

"Knock Knock Knock"

There was a knock on the door, Xiahou Zicong opened his eyes, the void showed electric light, and the scene outside the door fell into his eyes without any difference, this is already a means of the immortal family.

The door opened, and Tang Bai appeared at the door.

"Antidote, let us go. ”

Xiahou Zicong shook his head slowly, and said, "There are still gaps in this scripture, and you can't leave yet?"

"If you don't understand the scriptures, there will always be gaps in the scriptures. ”

Xiahou Zicong was silent

"Let that girl go!"

"She can leave at any time. ”

Tang Bai knew that Yan Feifei would not leave, a person with tendons, her thinking was always a straight line.

"Eating this pill can suppress the toxins in your body. ”

Xiahou Zicong took out a pitch-black porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a snow-white pill and handed it to Tang Bai.

Tang Bai threw it directly into his mouth, walked out indifferently, and Xia Hou Zicong's indifferent voice came from behind him: "The pill can only suppress toxins for half a year, you can do it yourself." ”

When Tang Bai returned to the room, he heard a commotion outside the cabin, and he went up to the staircase and saw four or five soldiers talking to Old Man Liu. The fat man was muttering loudly, and the four guards stood in a row, forming a human wall.

This is Xiangshui Wharf, this is the most chaotic place in Xiangcheng, this is the shadow in the sun, even Xue Shiren can't manage it.

Old man Liu is a delicate man who secretly handed over a bag of copper coins to the squad leader among the soldiers, and a conflict caused by the search disappeared invisibly.

After the soldiers left, the fat man was angry, blaming himself for not turning over the yellow calendar when he went out, and hit the berry luck. After muttering a few words, he was afraid that it would reach Xiahou Zicong's ears and cause death, so he lowered his voice and opened and closed his lips, not knowing what he was saying.

Tang Bai went back to the cabin, Yan Feifei had already slept, she was a simple person, a simple person didn't have so many thoughts, so she was more comfortable than anyone else, her mouth was like eating, and even saliva flowed out.

Tang Bai's heart warmed slightly, the corners of his mouth smiled, and after helping her take off her shoes, he hesitated to help her take off her coat, and finally shook his head, otherwise Yan Feifei would definitely go crazy.

Tang Bai was lying on his small bed, his mind was full of the figures of Tang Xingjun and Murong Xiuxiu, his eyes were wet unconsciously, and he was so sad that he couldn't control himself, he used to look down on men who loved to cry, and at this time he realized that in front of real feelings, a man's dignity was worthless.

One night, Tang Bai seemed to wake up in a daze, as if a familiar voice was whispering in his ears, he desperately wanted to open his eyes, and then look at the familiar face, when he opened his eyes, he only saw the faint sky light outside the window of the boat, and the high-pitched voice of the old man Liu came to his ears: "Start the boat。。。。。。! ”

The shouts over and over again are like the clarion call for an expedition.

He wiped his eyes and found that the pillow towel was wet with tears, and he sighed softly, got up from the bed, and walked out of the cabin.

The sky was already fainting, the torches on the deck were still burning, the sailors were pulling up the iron anchors, hanging the sails, and the ship began to move, slowly leaving the dock and sailing into an unknown 'world'.