"Count marriage, count good luck, marry Nacai, enter the house and break the ground......"

It was already late at night, and there were fewer pedestrians on the side streets, except for the dim glow of the lanterns on the streets.

Behind the small fortune-telling table, the little girl with pigtails sat on a relatively high chair, her calves dangling in the air and kicking her skirt, and there was still a sugar gourd left in her hand, still shouting the fortune-telling number.

After shouting for a while, no guests came to the door, Xiao Peach looked down, and the silver ingots were in her arms. The silver ingots were placed on the table, but the mother said that the wealth was not exposed, and she could only put it in her arms, but it was still very good-looking.

Little Peach Blossom raised her little hand and touched it happily, as if she was energetic again, and continued to shout:

"Count marriage, count good luck, marry Nacai, enter the house and break the ground......"

At a nearby stall, a woman with a turban sat on the side of the road, and a few hides were sold, and there were still a lot left.

Seeing that it was getting late, the woman put away the cloth that had been spread on the floor, turned it into a package, and then looked at the people in the street, looking for a familiar figure.

"Mother, why haven't Daddy and Uncle come back yet? I earned a silver ingot, and Uncle must have praised me......"

"I'm busy, I'll be back in a while......"

The woman smiled, and turned her head to look at the little peach blossom who had not been at peace for a moment:

"Little Peach Blossom is lucky, she will learn fortune-telling in the future, earn a silver ingot, and her father and mother will not have to run the rivers and lakes."

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Little Peach Blossom touched the silver ingots again, and thought for a while: "It's that brother, I'm going to say hello to my uncle later, and I'll give my eldest brother a good idea of when I will get married tomorrow." ”

"People think that Little Peach Blossom is smart, so she will reward a piece of silver, where will she come back tomorrow."

Little Peach Blossom blinked her eyes wide, lifted her skirt and muttered, "Yes, yes, I don't know fortune telling, and I can't accept big brother's silver." He gave a deposit, and he will definitely come over tomorrow, otherwise I will return the silver ingots to him, and the uncle said that he would earn the silver by his ability......"

The woman sighed softly, raised her hand and touched Little Peach's head, and looked back at the street.

I don't know how long later, there was no one on the street, and Little Peach Blossom was still shouting: "Count marriage, count good luck and evil......"

A figure came out of the courtyard wall behind the fortune teller's booth, staggering when it landed, and his breathing was unsteady.

Xiao Peach turned her head on the chair, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she raised her hand and said:

"Uncle is back!"

"Eh~good."

Wu Wei, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, wrapped his long sword in a black cloth and carried it on his back, showed a slight smile on his slightly pale face, stepped forward to lift the package on the ground, turned his head and said softly:

"Wrap up the stall and go."

The woman froze in place, did not look back, her body trembled slightly visibly, hesitated for a moment, leaned over and picked up the happy little girl.

Little Peach Blossom lay on her mother's shoulder, looked left and right, and pouted:

"Where's Daddy?"

Wu Wei walked to the street with the package and said softly: "Your father goes out to do something, let's go first, and we'll be back in a few days." ”

The woman bit her lip tightly, her eyes were bloodshot for a moment, but she didn't squeak, just silently hugged her daughter and walked along.

Xiao Peach looked at the fortune-telling stall thrown on the side of the street, and said with some doubts:

"Uncle, I forgot to collect ...... stall"

Wu You wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and smiled kindly: "Don't want the stall, don't you want to go to Jiangnan to see the lotus, go to Jiangnan together, and buy a new table in Jiangnan." ”

"Ah......h

Little Peach Blinked Her Eyes Wide, and Her Head Shook Like a Rattle:

"Let's go the day after tomorrow, wait for my dad to be with me."

"Your dad may have to be busy for a few more days, and he has to hurry......"

"But...... But ......"

Xiao Peach pursed her lips, groped in her arms, and took out a silver ingot: "I promised a big brother today to let my uncle tell his fortune, and the silver was given, and I will come over tomorrow to ......"

The woman clenched her palms tightly, patted her daughter's back, and smiled a little: "That big brother is a hero, he won't come tomorrow, and the silver is for you......"

"No, no, no, the eldest brother will definitely come over, if the uncle doesn't count his life, he has to return the silver to him......"

Wu Wu's nose was oozing blood, he raised his sleeve and wiped it down, and said with a smile:

"I'm in a hurry today, and I'll give it back to him when I have a chance later."

"Ah......h

Little Peach Blossom lay on her mother's shoulder, looked at the end of the street, pinched the silver ingots and thought for a long time:

"But...... But the big brother will be back tomorrow...... If he can't find me, he will say that I lied to him......"

"Hmm...... Uncle will do the math for you, and if you can meet in the future, you will return the money to the eldest brother when the time comes...... Jianghu people, pay attention to happiness and enmity, don't you want to learn kung fu, uncle has come to Jiangnan to teach you. When you grow up, you are also from the rivers and lakes, and he won't blame you......"

"Oh......"

The night breeze was dashing, and the three of them drifted apart......

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In Bluestone Lane, the lanterns outside Sun's shop swayed in the night wind, and the sallow handwriting on the wine flags was a little blurred.

Shopkeeper Sun put on a towel, lifted the stools one by one, and put them upside down on the table.

When the last bench was lifted, there was a 'clatter-' sound outside, the sound of staggering from the iron-clad bluestone slabs.

Shopkeeper Sun has opened a wine shop for a lifetime, and he heard too much of this voice, so he put down the bench in his hand again, and walked to the outside of the wine store to take a look.

In the dim alley, a tower-like man walked slowly, hunched over his waist, an iron gun butted on the ground, and the faintly visible blood stains slipped down the snow and bright gunshots, drawing a long thin line in the alley like a wolf's hair.

The man in the black tight clothes, the hat has been broken, the hair is scattered, there are many knife cuts on the body, some of them are deep to the bone, the flesh is turned out, the scattered hair is mixed with blood and sticks to the face, and the face is almost unclear.

Shopkeeper Sun glanced at it, shook his head slightly, returned to the wine shop, took out a jar of wine from the house, and put it in hot water to warm it.

"Shopkeeper, come to the pot of wine."

A hoarse voice rang out, foaming blood in his throat.

Xue Yi walked into the wine shop with a bloodied spear, sat down on the only bench, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Blood dripped from all over his body, staining the ground reddened over the years.

Shopkeeper Sun sighed lightly and pondered a little:

"Wu Lao Dao?"

Xue Yi breathed heavily, unloaded the iron spear into two sections, placed it neatly on the table, thought about it, took a rag, and wiped the blood stains of the iron spear.

"Lao Wu did a good job and left with his family. My old Xue has nothing to worry about in his life, and he can't put down a sip of wine and a gun, so I'm here for you. ”

"Who is the gun for?"

"Find someone who is destined, if your old man can live until my daughter comes, give my daughter...... It's better not to come over, this Jianghu, it's not interesting to say, I knew to listen to your old man, 'contentment and happiness', hehe...... I can't seem to be happy now...... Old man Sun, you tell me the truth, do you have any good wine, if you have it, give me a sip, and there will be less regrets......"

Shopkeeper Sun sighed, took out the warm wine jar, took out the wine bowl and put it on the table in front of Xue Yi, opened the wine stopper, and poured a bowl:

"Yes, when I first opened the shop, I brewed a broken jade burn, but it was not much, and I drank one sip less than one sip, and I was always willing to take it out at the end. That's why some people used to name it 'guillotine'. ”

"Huh...... Guillotine...... Good name, for the occasion! ”

Xue Yi rubbed his bloodstained hands, picked up the wine bowl and smelled it, his already dim eyes cleared a little more, and he brought the wine bowl to his mouth, and drank it all.

"Uh-rejoicing...... I owe money for wine, so I came down and asked me ......"

Bang Bang –

The bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Xue Yi's head slammed on the table, and his hands hung down weakly.

There was silence in the liquor shop, and there was no more silence.

Two shiny iron spears were placed on the table, reflecting a few bits of light from the lantern outside.

Shopkeeper Sun glanced at it a few times, and on the barrel of the iron gun, a small peach blossom was carved crookedly with a sharp blade.

Shopkeeper Sun shook his head, raised his hand to pick up the two iron guns, walked to the back room, and dissipated in the night breeze with a faint sigh:

"After entering the rivers and lakes, it is common for wives to be separated, and dying on the streets is a good death, and a few people can finish the ......"

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The four chapters are 9,500 words, which is also a big change.

Another long week has passed, and the bigwigs have been as good as ever, from the opening of the book on April 28 to the present, exactly two months, almost from the first day of the book to refresh the previous record.

After all, my first book was only 700 recommended votes, and the second book of 400,000 words was put on the shelves for 500 collections.

At this point, I also have some small testimonials.

Shizi's book, in fact, can be placed in martial arts, fantasy, and Xianxia, because its core is the story, and the setting only needs to change slightly, and the story is still that story.

is just like the sentence on the introduction: the temple is deceitful, the rivers and lakes love and hate, and the market is joy, anger and sorrow, which are nothing more than chess pieces, intertwined on the chessboard, bursting out with a little fire.

This 'firelight' refers to the stories that arise from the intersection of people.

The reason why I chose to put it in the historical classification is that I used to write in the historical classification, and I am more familiar with it.

Second, historical literature is the closest category to reality, second only to urban reality. Putting it in the historical category just makes the story seem more realistic and makes each character seem more realistic.

As for the final results, I'm not too worried, after all, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than before, as long as it's going up, this book has the next one, and the results are not good can only say that the level is not enough, but the level can be slowly sharpened. I can finish a book with only one review from beginning to end, not to mention that there are still more than 10,000 book friends supporting me.

It's a new week again, and if nothing else, it should be on the shelves this week. To be honest, it's been a bit uncomfortable for the past two months, and you don't have to worry about the number of words, recommendations, and data after it's put on the shelves.

As for when it will be on the shelves, I will send a testimonial after getting the exact news, and before that, all the big guys will vote for a recommendation to support it, thank you.