The person who spoke was an old man in his fifties, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a stocky figure and a red face, he walked through the front hall of the noodle shop with a smile on his face, and bowed to Li Mao from a distance, which was very polite. He was followed by a small, skinny retinue with folded hands on his chest, cowering.

Li Mao recognized it at a glance as Su Zhen's brother Su Dong, the uncle of Su Qing's sisters.

He had a relationship with Su Dong, that was when Su Zhen set up a porridge shed in the county town to give porridge, he went to the scene with Xue Rong to make a strong appearance, the Su brothers were all there that day, Su Dong's face was similar to Su Zhen, the difference is that Su Zhen is gentle and elegant, Su Dong has a fierce face, and he also has a trait: a huge black mole has a huge black mole at the corner of his mouth, which makes him look very strange when he laughs.

Can Su Dong recognize himself, Li Mao thought that he was most likely unrecognizable, when they met, he was just one of Xue Rong's many accompanying officials, and he was dressed in an official robe with a stiff head, after two years, he was dressed in sackcloth and had a strange board size, how easy is it to recognize him at a glance?

In fact, Su Dong did not recognize that the strong man in front of him was Li Mao.

Su Qing begged Zhen Banshan to come forward to find out the whereabouts of his nephew, and rushed to save people in person. Zhen Banshan was inconvenient to intervene, but he was worried that she would not be at her mercy and that something would go wrong, and he would not be able to explain it to the Su family, so he revealed the news to Su Dong. Zhen Ban did this with his own plans, Su Zhen is a scholar, the gentry leader of Su Nuxiang, and now he is the proclamator of the imperial court, and he walks the white road. And Su Dong is different, Su Dong has his own martial arts, he sold illicit salt and horses in his prime, and walked between black and white for half his life, he is more suitable than Su Zhen to deal with such things.

When Su Dong heard the news, he was taken aback, and called a few henchmen to rush to Liuyuanzhuang, because he saw that Su Qing was saving people smoothly, so he didn't intervene, and then saw that Su Qing was going to let Li Mao go, so he sighed to the thin henchman next to him: "Qing'er is a girl in the end, how can a woman's kindness be made?" That's when we met.

Su Qing is the king and hegemon at home, not afraid of his father, brother and sister, but a little afraid of this uncle. This time, she hid from her father and uncle, asked Zhen Banshan for help, and secretly brought someone to save people, thinking that what she was doing was very secret, but she didn't expect that her every move was under her uncle's nose, which made her both uneasy and embarrassed, and when she saw Su Dong's momentum, she suddenly became a big shorter.

Su Dong glanced at Su Qing, his expression was light, he took Wang Ling from the maid's hand, stroked his little head, his attitude was unusually kind, and comforted Su Rong twice, the thin man next to him offered a bowl of cold water, he took a mouthful and sprayed it on Wang Ling's face, the boy snorted, and cried.

Su Dong laughed, returned Wang Ling to his mother, arched his hand to Li Mao with a smile on his face, and said: "Don't thank you for your kindness, can you leave a name, and you can repay it in the future." ”

"The effort has been generously gifted. The old gentleman does not need to worry. Li Mao raised the wooden box in his hand and replied with a smile. Li Mao had heard a little about Su Dong's involvement in the underworld, and said in his heart that he didn't want to have anything to do with this person.

"Engong is a noble man, how can he repay the worldly things?" He looked back at Su Rong: "Bring Ling'er to kowtow to Engong and thank him for saving his life." ”

"No need." Li Mao waved his hand, trying to stop Su Rong's mother and son from kneeling, but it didn't work, Su Rong had already knelt down with her son in her arms, and sincerely kowtowed to Li Mao to thank her.

"No need to be polite." Li Mao stepped forward, reached out to help, and as soon as his hand was stretched out, he suddenly heard the evil wind in the back of his head. When he bent down to support Su Rong's mother and son, he never relaxed his vigilance, and the corner of his eye kept staring at the three martial artists in the courtyard. Unexpectedly, the thin man standing beside Su Dong would suddenly make a move, and the shot was like electricity!

The thin man's hands fell, and Li Mao fainted to the ground.

"This ......" Su Rong looked at the old man in astonishment, hugging her son tightly.

"Uncle, you ......" Su Qing was also taken aback.

"Stand down, all of you." Su Dong's gaze swept majestically, except for Sister Su Qing and the thin man, everyone withdrew from the small courtyard together.

"Uncle, he is Ling'er's savior." Su Qing whispered to defend Li Mao.

"So what? For the sake of the Su family's face, he had to die. Su Dong replied coldly, turned around and stared at Su Rong viciously, "Look at the good things you have done!" ”

Su Rong seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and suddenly froze.

After drinking Su Rong, Su Dong bent down to pick up the wooden box that fell to the ground and handed it to Su Qing, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Leave the matter here to me, you send your sister back to Caozhou, and when you see the Wang family, you shirk that you are doing fasting and bite to death." ”

Wang Xun was as careful as a hair, suspicious and suspicious, Su Rong was pro-provincial, and before he returned, he sent someone to Chengwu County to inquire. Su Jiatui said that he was doing fasting and worshipping the Buddha, so he prevaricated. Su Rong believes in Buddhism, and this excuse is also appropriate.

Su Qing hesitated, but still helped her sister and walked out. Before going out, she looked back at Li Mao, who was lying on the ground, bit her lip, and didn't say a word.

The door of the noodle shop was bolted from the inside, Su Dong was guarding the door with his hands behind his back, and the lean entourage he brought immediately took action, first choosing a kitchen knife from the stove, and then pulling a stool over, ready to chop off Li Mao's head.

Su Dong shouted: "That's it, he's not a wicked person, let's leave a whole corpse." The thin man didn't ask much when he heard this, put the knife on the stool, dragged Li Mao into the firewood room, he found a hemp rope to tie Li Mao's hands, and buried him in the haystack, and then clapped his hands and walked out of the firewood room with confidence, and locked the door from the outside.

As soon as the lean man walked on the front foot, Li Mao got out of the haystack, his arms went up, there was a crisp click, and the arms tied behind his back moved to his chest, he opened his mouth, spit out a knife, and clamped it with the index finger and thumb of his right hand, cut the rope, untie the rope, get out, clean and neat, when a torch was thrown into the firewood room through the window, Li Mao was already smashing the back wall of the firewood room with a wooden stick, the rammed earth wall was old, the soil was brittle, and a crack appeared that could accommodate people to enter and exit after a few sticks.

At this moment, the house was on fire, and thick smoke was billowing out. Li Mao didn't have time to smash it again, threw away the wooden stick, held his breath and drilled out, and his head went out smoothly, shoulders, hands, chest, and abdomen...... When I saw that there were only two legs left. A figure suddenly flashed in front of him, followed by a muffled sound of "woo", and a wrist-thick jujube wood-wrapped copper water and fire stick smashed into the air, and the target was Li Mao's ear. Li Mao didn't think about it, and with a force on his waist, half of his body suddenly hooked.

Woo –

The stick slid past his ear, dangerous and dangerous, and Li Mao was able to avoid this fatal blow.

The one who beat Li Mao with a stick was a soap-clothed official, in his thirties, with a beard on his face, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf, and although he was not tall, his body was very stout. Although this stick was empty, Li Mao also used up his strength, and his body was suspended in mid-air, which was the embarrassing situation of not being able to reach the village and not be able to find the store.

The soap-clothed man threw away the water and fire stick, pulled out a leather rope from his waist, wrapped his fingers, quickly tied a slipknot, deftly put a set on Li Mao's neck, grabbed the sleeve at the other end with his hand, and violently carried it on his shoulder, and roared suddenly. The four native soldiers who followed him heard the sound as if they were listening to military orders, discarded their sticks and ropes, and rushed over.