The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy nodded in response, then shot at the crowd again, kicking a guy with a dagger straight away.

As the guy who was kicked off hit the ground and became half-dead, more than a dozen people glanced at each other, turned around and ran.

The young man still wanted to chase him out, but was shouted by the middle-aged man, and walked back honestly.

Xin Zhen got up, his face full of surprise for the rest of his life, and tried his best to take a deep breath to calm himself.

"Water Margin" doesn't deceive me, during the Northern Song Dynasty, there were really heroes who pulled out swords to help each other when they saw injustice!

"Thank you, two strong men!" Xin Zhen quickly hugged his hands and saluted, very sincerely.

If these two people didn't make a move, even if they didn't die, they would have to be crippled, and besides, if they were crippled, the eight thousand Guan Guan Jiaozi behind him would be snatched away.

If that's the case, that's the real bamboo basket for nothing!

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, but he hugged his hand and said: "It's not enough to worry about it, little brother, we still have something to do, so I'll leave first!" ”

Xin Zhen was slightly stunned: "How does this make it?" The two of them saved me, and they must thank the two of them, otherwise, wouldn't they become the shameless and unrighteous people?! ”

The middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he still shook his head lightly.

Xin Xi saw that this person was wearing a robe, not like an ordinary martial artist, and he should also be a scholar.

At the moment, in a hurry, Xin Xi immediately learned and put into practice, and told the allusion he learned yesterday: "Have you ever heard the story of Zilu receiving a cow?" Mr. does not accept Xin's thanks, that is Mr. Gaoyi, but because of this, it has become a matter of course to help people without reciprocation in the future, so that in the future, I am afraid that there will be no more righteous acts of drawing a knife to help! ”

"Uncle, Eleven Lang is right!" The little boy said honestly, but he looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, and asked, "When I heard about the name of Xiyuan Xin 11 the day before yesterday, didn't my uncle say that he was going to visit?" Why did you really see it today, but you ignored it?! ”

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly, raised his hand and pointed at the little boy, not knowing what to say for a while.

He naturally wanted to visit this Xin Shiyi Lang, who was quite famous in Bianliang, but today was not suitable, so he helped Xin Shiyi in front of everyone, and if he parted ways immediately, it could also be said that he was unaware.

But if he walked with Xin Shiyi immediately, I was afraid that he would offend the people behind Fang Cai's wave of people, and they were waiting to be transferred......

He has been polished in officialdom for several years, and he is really ......

Xin Xi observed his words and looks, but he almost guessed the middle-aged man's thoughts, smiled slightly, and said, "Sir, do you have any scruples?" Eleven Lang didn't have any enemies, Fang Cai was just a villain, if it weren't for the fact that the other party couldn't do anything about me, why would he use such a subordinate method?! ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man groaned, he really couldn't play the twists and turns of officialdom, he was silent for two years, and it was still the same, after a while, he let out a long sigh and said: "No matter what turns him upside down, I am sincere!" ”

"What a spirit!" Xin Zhen's eyes flashed with appreciation, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and said, "My family's guards are not around, and I am afraid that this city is not safe for the time being." Why don't you go to the humble house today? Invite the two of you to the restaurant again another day to have a good drink! ”

When the sturdy young man heard this, his face was full of unhappiness: "Why is it not safe, my uncle and I can block three hundred people!" ”

Two blocks three hundred people, do you think your uncle is the sword saint Gai Nie?!

If it were placed in the 21st century, Xin Xi would definitely go back like this, but in the Northern Song Dynasty, this is martial arts! Although it is not the kind of martial arts of Jin Yong's ancient dragon series......

Xin Zhen shook his head: "What if it's five hundred?!" ”

The boy frowned.

"What if a thousand people come?!" Xin Xi continued to ask.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Erlang, think more when you encounter something, don't be brave!" Just go to Eleven Lang's house! ”

The little boy nodded with a bitter face, he really hadn't been to the restaurant in Bianliang......

Xin Xi nodded, cleaned up, and after tidying up the messy clothes, Xin Xi walked to the two carriages, gave a coachman five guan jiaozi, and said: "Today's events are mostly for me Xin Shiyi, and I will bear this loss!" ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and led the uncle and nephew behind him towards the city gate.

Such a move attracted applause from onlookers.

"Eleven Lang Gaoyi!" The little boy praised it, and his little face was sincere: "After being in such distress, you can still think of the loss of the coachman, and it is really worthy of being able to take a few rangers (rangers are an honorific title for ruffians!). You can create a character for the big football industry! ”

The middle-aged man on the side also nodded slightly, even if the scene of taking care of the coachman was pretended by Xin Shiyi, it also means that this Xin Shiyi is not simple!

"In Xia Xinxi, the two of you seem to know me?!" Xin Zhen said as he walked.

The middle-aged man smiled and arched his hand: "In the next planting, this is the little nephew's planting." When I first came to Bianliang three days ago, I could hear the deeds of Shiyi Lang every day, so I knew him! ”

The little boy nodded, with an excited face: "That's it, Uncle Fang didn't let a certain meddler, but when I heard Shiyi Lang report his name, my uncle let me do it!" ”

"By the way, Eleven Lang, before the establishment of football that day, did you really say to Wednesday Lang and Liu San'er: 'Follow me, I will give you an annual salary of 10,000 yuan?!" The little boy looked at Xin Xi with admiration on his face.

Xin Zhen nodded, what he said at that time was similar to this, right?

"Eleven Lang, there is a legend in the market, Eleven Lang, you play football is the first in the Great Song Dynasty, and you can kick the juju (this way of playing is called football, but the ball is still called juju...... Kicked from the blue goal to the white goal, I tried yesterday, but I couldn't do it, at most I could mention the goal from the middle, but I couldn't shoot it......"

Forehead...... Xin Zhen's face is full of black lines, this is too fierce to add oil and vinegar to the ten to the hundred, right?

It seems that he will not be able to play football in public in the future, otherwise, after disappointing the public, his prestige will definitely fall into a negative number.

"Eleven Lang ......" The little boy in Jianzhong was full of curiosity all the way, and he kept asking.

While being speechless, Xin Xi also felt more and more that the names of this pair of uncles and nephews were somewhat familiar, and they were quite familiar!

Could it be a celebrity in the Northern Song Dynasty?! Or will there be a star of the same name in the future?!

He began to quickly search for celebrities around the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and later generations in his mind.

Wait, Chong Ge, it seems to be the son of Chong Shiheng?

Isn't that kind of Jianzhong the way of planting teachers? In my previous life, I read a book by Mr. Yi Zhongtian (I forgot what my name was, and I couldn't find it...... It seems to record the original name of the seed master Dao, because later the two words of Jianzhong are the same as a certain era name of Song Huizong, in order to avoid secrecy, Song Huizong gave the name of the seed master to the seed Jianzhong?!

These two?

It's really these two people!!

These two guys are the big and small kinds mentioned by Lu Zhishen in "Water Margin"!

They are the mainstay of the family army! It can be said that if the family army was developed in the hands of the seed Shiheng, then the seed army will reach its peak in the hands of the seed and the seed master!

You must know that after a few decades, the Jin Kingdom went south three times, and the first two times were because of the existence of the Seed Master Dao, and they resisted it twice, forcing the Jin Kingdom, which had surrounded Bianliang, to retreat.

And the shame of Jingkang was also caused by the tragedy half a year after the death of the master of the plant, when the Northern Song Dynasty did not have enough famous generals!

If the Planter Dao lived for ten more years, why would a place as beautiful as Bianjing be reduced to ruins?!

If the Seed Master Dao can reach Yue Fei, perhaps, it may not be difficult to subdue the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

If the sixteen states of Yanyun can be recovered and there is a horse farm, will the Northern Song Dynasty be destroyed by the Mongols? Will there still be the desolation of the Battle of Yashan?! Will there still be billions of unyielding people killed by the Mongols?

Will there be a hundred years of the Yuan Dynasty, but whenever the Han people get married, the first night of the bride must be humiliated by the Mongols? Will there be people who drown in pain when their first child is born because they don't know whether it's their own or the Mongols?!

The backbone of the Chinese, the backbone of China, should not be broken, let alone in the hands of that group of barbarians!

Thinking of this, Xin Zhen's heart became heavy.

Looking up at the now little-known seed, as well as the young and naïve seedmaster, Xin Zhen slowly thought about it in his heart.

Perhaps, I should arrange something in the Western Army.