Night is falling. The land under the snow seemed more desolate, vast, and lonely. In the noisy inn, the voices of people were boiling, and men from all over the world, from all over the world, spoke Chinese with different accents, gathered around the dirty big table, staring at the big bowl of blue and white porcelain, dripping and spinning three dice, shouting loudly.

"Three sixes, leopards, all killed!" Cen Ji was shirtless, his face was flushed with red, and his poisonous insect-like scars jumped fiercely, and his hands grabbed the copper tan, silver quill, and gold baht piled up on the table.

"How can you open seven leopards in a row, I want to test the dice." An awkward voice sounded, quieting the noisy inn, and the men who had lost their money looked at the man who spoke, a Persian swordsman, curly-haired and blue-eyed, tall in a Persian robe, with a scimitar pinned to his waist haphazardly.

"You're going to test the dice." Cen Ji looked at the Persian swordsman with a cruel smile on his face, which made the 'old men' in the inn who had been in the inn for some days tremble.

"Yes, I'm going to check the dice." The Persian swordsman spoke in a strange accent.

"If the dice are okay, what about you?" Cen Ji squinted his eyes, looked at the neatly dressed Persian swordsman in front of him, and asked.

"If it's all right, I'll give you the money." The Persian swordsman poured the money bag in his hand on the table, and dozens of gold baht dazzled the eyes of the surrounding crowd.

Glancing at the golden baht on the table, Cen Ji shook his head and said to the Persian swordsman, "The inn has the rules of the inn, you can test the dice, but if the dice are okay, you have to leave something on you." ”

Before the words fell, there was already a cold big knife on the table, and the corners of Cen Ji's mouth widened little by little, and everyone shivered in their hearts with laughter. "How about it, do you want to check it, Lao Tzu hasn't unloaded objects on people for a long time." Cen Ji's hand stroked the black hilt of the knife and licked his lips.

Looking at Cen Ji who was smiling in front of him, the Persian swordsman swallowed, glanced at the terrifying big knife on the table, and stretched out his hand to pour out the golden baht.

Cen Ji covered the gold baht with one hand, and said to the Persian swordsman who had changed his face, "If you don't test the dice, this money will be considered as a gift money for Lao Tzu, and you won't be able to get it back." ”

"You robber, you—" The Persian swordsman looked at the big man in front of him and jumped violently.

"Lao Tzu was originally a robber." Cen Ji spat and scolded, "Dog, don't put the trick in the spotlight, look at what kind of place this is, look for dead things." ”

Li Zheng on the second floor looked at the Persian swordsman who was pulled down, and shook his head, the peripheral spies of Jinyiwei should be rectified and rectified, this fan who pretends to be a Persian swordsman, his clothes are too clean, he looks like an outlaw from Persia, and he has no ruthless gangsterism at all.

Walking back to the room, Li Zheng looked at the case files on the table, and thought of Liu Jinzhong, the unlucky chess piece who was placed in Jinyiwei by Dongchang, and couldn't help laughing, "Well, it's not bad at all, it's not more than twenty days since I arrived here from Chang'an." ”

Unfolding the dossier, Li Zheng swept the names on it.

Cen nationality, male, year of birth unknown, place of origin unknown. The former thief of Wurat Mountain in Hexi, disappeared three years ago, and was a repeat offender in the Criminal Department.

Ji Yun, male, born in 116 in the Qin calendar, born in the prefecture, was imprisoned for theft at the age of 23, was released from prison five years later, under the pseudonym of picking up stars, within half a year, he robbed six counties in a row, alarmed the iron arrest camp of the Criminal Department, and escaped when escorting Chang'an, and then unknown.

Ah Zi, year of birth unknown, place of origin unknown, deeds unknown.

Feng Siniang, year of birth unknown, place of origin unknown, deeds unknown.

"Two fugitive felons, it looks like this inn is really a black shop." Li Zheng threw these files that had just been delivered into the brazier, and his interest in Feng Siniang was even stronger, and the woman who dared to open a black shop would not be simple!

…

In the coffin shop, Li Ang, who was dressed in ink, looked at the old chessboard in front of him, frowned, and finally threw the sunspot in his hand on the chessboard, and the cast confessed. "I lost." He said casually, clearly not caring about the outcome of the game.

"You play chess very much like a general, and you don't care if you win or lose." Looking at the evenly divided chess game on the board, Huang Quan remembered the man in his memory who was also not obsessed with winning or losing.

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I lost the chess and can come again, so there's no need to care too much." Li Ang jumped down from the coffin and said towards Huang Quan, "It's a big deal to come back next time, I can always beat you by a game." ”

"Who is the general you are talking about, you seem to respect him very much." Li Ang asked suddenly.

"He was my former adult and taught me a lot." Huang Quan put away the chessboard, he put the chess pieces back into the chess box one by one, and said to himself, "But someone as powerful as him died in the end, and there was not even a corpse." Huang Quan sighed and fell from the coffin without making a sound.

"What kind of kung fu are you?" Li Ang asked, staring at Huang Quan's always fluttering steps.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you, but first let me see how many catties and taels you have, and whether you are qualified to learn this skill." Huang Quan glanced at Li Ang, who was standing straight, and suddenly strode forward.

Staring at Huang Quan, who had almost arrived in front of him in an instant, Li Ang took a sideways step, dodged away, and slammed his right fist into his face fiercely.

"Don't hit people in the face." Huang Quan dodged casually, and as he spoke, his fist hit Li Ang's waist.

…

Both of them are extremely fast, and no one can take advantage of anyone. But the longer the fight, the more frightened Huang Quan became, Li Ang's fists and feet were obviously tempered and practiced for many years, and there was no place for tricks, and the most terrifying thing for him was Li Ang's calm calculation, at the beginning, if he could still rely on his pace to gain some upper hand, but as time went by, his pace was completely useless.

"No need to fight." Huang Quan made a powerful horizontal kick that forced Li Ang back, then flashed to the side and shouted, "Your close combat skills are very powerful, and you can be regarded as a good hand in the Black Cavalry Battalion."

"I just don't know how your weapon kung fu is?" Huang Quan walked to a coffin by the wall, pushed open the lid of the coffin, took out two horizontal knives, and threw one to Li Ang.

"Come!" Huang Quan pulled out his horizontal knife and beckoned to Li Ang, his eyes a little impatient.

Li Ang held the knife in his hand, carefully approached Huangquan, came to Daqin for three years, in addition to archery, his sword skills and spear skills were barely half a master.

Li Ang rushed to attack, he knew that he was not Huang Quan's opponent, and the confidence when Huang Quan drew his knife was just like he had shot and sniped at the target before.

"The strength is good, and the speed is fast enough." Huang Quan waved his knife with one hand, took Li Ang's slash, and nodded.

"There's no skill to be had, though." A voice with a little anger suddenly sounded, Huang Quan swung his sword, his knife was not faster than Li Ang's, nor was it more powerful than Li Ang's, but it was able to force Li Ang into embarrassment.

"It's the angle and the timing that matters." Huang Quan waved his knife and said, "Don't learn those desperate knife skills, you are brave and bloody, and you can only fight for a while." ”

Under the knife of Huangquan, Li Ang is like a small boat in the stormy waves, it seems that it will be swallowed up at any time, sinking into the sea, and there is no sail left.

"Remember, every knife must have a use for every knife, and don't blindly make a knife." Huang Quan swung his last knife and flashed to the side.

Li Ang held on, his body had been lying for too long, under Huang Quan's almost terrifying knife technique, he almost couldn't support it, at this time his whole body was trembling, and the knife in his hand seemed to fall to the ground at any time.

"You're gifted and strong-willed. It won't take long for me to learn. Huang Quan's hand holding the knife was put behind him, shaking incessantly, he looked as if he was lifting weights lightly, and he had a demeanor, but in fact, he was not much better than Li Ang.

"Accept your words." Li Ang smiled at Huang Quan, let go of the hand holding the knife, and with a 'clang', the whole person fell on his back and fell to the ground.

Seeing Li Ang fall to the ground, Huang Quan also let go of the hand holding the knife and fell to the ground gasping for breath. After a while, the relieved two looked at each other and laughed together.