"What a good horse, what a good horse, what a good horse!"

A man looked around the black horse and couldn't stop praising it. The man was also accompanied by a companion, and these two people were amazed by the young man's dark horse. The man was obviously very fond of the black horse, and couldn't help but move his hand to touch the horse's mane, but the black horse was very spiritual, and twisted his neck to dodge.

"This gentleman, my horse is wild, please don't touch it easily." The boy walked out from behind the horse, holding a bundle of hay in his arms, and said lightly. This person is none other than Ziji.

"Hey, it's still a fierce horse, and I like wild ones." The man was tall, and he was more than a head taller than Ziji. He has prominent cheekbones, a dark complexion, and long, narrow eyes, and is not a good-natured person at first glance. This person was dressed in a brown diamond-patterned robe, and the clothes were luxurious, which was really high-quality, and it was not something that ordinary people could afford to wear.

The man looked at the black horse again with great interest, and was amazed, he laughed and said to his friend next to him, "Brother Wang, I think that if this horse is put on the racecourse, it will definitely be of the highest quality, and at that time, it will be expected to win the first place in the horse race of Gongzi Zhaowen." With that, he burst out laughing.

The friend was about the same age as him, and he also laughed with him, and there was some stammering and flattery in that smile, and he smiled at the man and nodded, "What Brother Chen said is reasonable, such a good horse must be superior, and I will have to count on Brother Chen to take care of it at that time." It's just that such a horse has to be tamed, and Brother Chen is afraid that it will take a lot of effort. ”

"Ahem, what's the difference between this horse and a human, it's all the same, knowing the pain, knowing the hunger, naturally obedient. If you look at the posture and shape of this horse, I am afraid that it is a horse breed in the Western Regions. The man raised his chin at Ziji, "Hey, the horse seller, where is this horse breed?" ”

Ziji's dark eyes glanced at him, and said coldly, "Bole Xiangma, don't ask yourself." As he spoke, he didn't look at the man anymore, but added hay to the manger and touched the mane of the black horse, and he spread his fingers apart, letting the mane slide between his fingers, and the black horse stretched his neck comfortably and rubbed it.

The man listened to this sentence in a stiff tone, coupled with Ziji's cold attitude, he was a little displeased, and said, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"You don't understand it, and it doesn't like you, I won't sell this horse to you, you can go to another house." Ziji was still busy combing the black horse's mane, and the black horse's ears were turning back and forth freely, very leisurely.

"Not for sale? You still don't have a business to do? The man seemed to hear a joke, sneered, and then took out a dark blue money cloth bag directly from his sleeve, he checked it in his hand, and there was a heavy coin collision sound inside, so that people knew that the weight inside was not light, he looked Ziji up and down a few times, and sneered: "Look at yourself, this body is shabby, I'm afraid it's not that the poor can't even afford to buy a new clothes." This is the money sent to the door, if you know each other, quickly sell the horse, and change it for money. As he spoke, he laughed mockingly, threw the bag of money into the manger, and looked at Ziji with an arrogant face, which meant to buy and sell.

"I said I won't sell you, it's not that I'm old and my ears are not good." Ziji threw the bag of money out of the manger, and his attitude was not arrogant.

"You! You! You! You bastard, you dare to say it again, look how I clean you up! "The anger of that person is rising, and he is about to catch Ziji and hit him.

"You try scolding again." Ziji raised his hand and grabbed the man's forearm, and said coldly.

The man didn't expect that although the young man in front of him was half a head shorter than him, his hand strength was unexpectedly large, and he couldn't let go of his hand for a while. Through the black veil, he couldn't see the young man's facial features clearly, but he could vaguely see the coldness in his eyes.

"You let go!" The man tried to break free, but couldn't, and by this time there were already onlookers around. He looked at the people around him watching the play, and consciously felt that he was embarrassed by a little cub, his face was red, his expression was terrifying, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Dog mongrel, do you know who I am?" ”

Mingyun looked at the black horse from a long distance, and his eyes lit up when he boarded, and he pulled Fan Ming to stride towards the target. When I got closer, I found a group of people gathered around to watch the excitement.

With the help of the guards, Mingyun effortlessly squeezed to the front. I saw a young man wearing a black draping hat grabs a man who is much taller than him with one hand, and it seems to be easy and effortless.

The man kept insulting in his mouth, Ziji's cold eyes swept over the other party, and he didn't bother to answer, but the strength of his hand suddenly increased, and the man in pain screamed out. Obviously he was only a half-grown teenager, but the strength in his hand was very amazing, and the man never thought that he would have no power to fight back. The young man's arm twisted back so hard that he couldn't help but turn his back on his hand.

Ziji twisted his arm with one hand, making the man unable to move for a while, and said fiercely: "Dog mongrel, who are you scolding, if you scold again, you look good." ”

That man was on fire when it was hot, how could he bear it.

Ziji sneered, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the man. And at the same time he let go of his hand, he raised his foot and kicked the man's ass hard, this kick he didn't hold back at all, and directly let the man fall hard and hit the ground with his face. The ground in the horse market was dirty, and the man was covered with black snow and mud, which looked disgusting and ridiculous.

The people around laughed.

Mingyun stood in the front row, saw it most clearly, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. Fan Ming stood behind her, laughing the most presumptuously, laughing while saying to the attendant next to him: "You see he fell and ate, hahahaha." ”

The man got up from the ground in embarrassment, his hands and face were full of muddy water, in the cold winter, he would feel uncomfortable touching anything that was clammy and cold, not to mention this dirty, I don't know how many people had stepped on the black muddy water, he wiped his face angrily, but this wet muddy water was sticky, and it was easy to wipe it off, and the sand particles rubbed against his face, bringing irritating pain.

The clammy sleeves, mud stains all over his body, the friction of the wet sand in the palms of his hands, and the laughter of the crowd around him irritated him, made him angry, and made him close to madness. His muscles flared up, his eyes were red, he scolded like a howl, drew the short sword at his waist and stabbed at Ziji.

There was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers. They all took a step back, but no one left, and they all stood in what they thought was safe and continued to watch the excitement.

I saw that the short sword that the man was holding was faintly glowing, and he rushed over like crazy. At this moment, the man's companion saw that the situation was not good, and he also drew his short saber at his waist, and at the same time stabbed at the young man, intending to sneak attack from the other side.

Mingyun exclaimed, "Be careful", afraid that the young man might not be able to avoid the attack of the two. At this time, the guards were all crowded in the crowd behind her, and in a hurry, she tore off the thick square jade pendant she was wearing around her waist, aimed at the eyes of one of them and threw it fiercely. She is extremely confident in herself, whether it is throwing pots, archery, or slingshots, she has never lost any match for the head. Sure enough, the man's companion screamed, threw away his short sword, and squatted on the ground covering his eyes and screaming in pain.

Ziji glanced in the direction of Mingyun, and saw that it was a very handsome little gentleman.

At this moment, the man rushed towards him with a knife, his eyes sank, and when the man was less than half a foot away from him, he moved quickly under his feet, and in an instant he turned behind the man, first with an elbow, making him stagger forward, and then raised another kick and kicked him hard at his ass.

This time, the onlookers laughed again, and it was still Fan Ming's loudest and most exaggerated voice.

The man was kicked twice in a row with a "dog eating", and he was already furious, he got up and turned to the onlookers with a blade and yelled, "Who is laughing!" Shut up! Get out of here, get out! ”

Most of the onlookers were idle and had nothing to do, and no one wanted to be affected, looking at this posture, the timid ones quietly dispersed, and the rest also restrained their laughter and did not dare to anger the man again.

Only Ming Yun and Fan Ming were still standing in place, still smiling and happy, but there were five or six guards with swords standing around him. A discerning person knows at a glance that he can't be provoked. It's just that the man was annoyed and angry, his head burned with anger, and he lost his basic thinking ability for a while.

No one thought that he would throw the short sword at the face of Mingyun who was standing at the front, and he used a lot of force, Mingyun watched the sharp blade flash with cold light and flew straight towards her face. However, as soon as his short sword flew out, it was knocked down in mid-air by Ziji's long sword.

With a "bang", the short blade fell to the ground, just like the sound of falling to the ground, and this farce seemed to come to an abrupt end. Mingyun's guards stepped forward and quickly restrained the two of them. Mingyun patted his chest and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This gentleman, it's okay." Ziji asked Xiang Mingyun and frowned.

"It's okay, thank you gentleman for saving me." Mingyun looked at the other again, trying to see his face under the tightly covered black veil, although it was vague, only a rough outline. I only heard the person under the veil say to her: "No, you helped me first, and I should thank you." ”

Mingyun laughed, and just as he wanted to say something more, he heard Fan Ming roar.

"Who dares to do something to Ah Yun." Frightened by the one just now, Fan Ming was furious at the moment, and he immediately asked the guards to tie up the two of them. Then with a calm face, he came to the man's side, slammed his foot into the man's stomach, and stepped the man's head into the black muddy water again with his foot.

The man struggled hard, and almost squeezed a sentence out of his teeth with hatred, "Do you dogs know who I am!" I, Chen Yuan, will one day ask you to pay back more. ”

When Fan Ming heard this, he seemed to have heard some joke, and said, "You will never have that day." He pointed to the man named Chen Yuan and said to the attendants on the left and right, "Beat me, beat me to death." ”