Dongying people, less than four feet tall, hair, although they can read Chinese characters, but they can only spit bird sounds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

To sum up, it is the impression of the Central Plains people on the Dongying people.

Shi Wuwei naturally knows this.

Therefore, when he saw that this fat man could tell the appearance of the widow so clearly, he also paid more attention.

He didn't retort, but looked at the ragged man, ready to hear what the man had to say.

And this ragged man, seeing that the eyes of everyone present were already focused on him, took a deep breath, and then said indignantly.

"These brutes... These brutes... Each of them is holding a Tang knife and speaking bird language... Murder is like hemp, and it is extremely cruel."

"I remember that day, two Japanese warriors with swords suddenly came to Fengxi Village, which was originally peaceful. The two men came from the sea, and as soon as they came ashore, they went to a tavern to drink..... but... After three glasses of wine, after getting excited, it may be that after feeling bored with drinking alone, it is a presumptuous bet."

When he said this, I saw that the expression on his face began to shake uncontrollably.

Then, he stood up even more violently, looked at everyone in the field, and shouted angrily, "You know!! What do these beasts gamble on?? ”。

The ragged clothes and dirty cheeks could not extinguish the anger in his eyes, and he just glanced at everyone like this, and a hint of weakness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"I remember that day, there happened to be a woman passing by outside the tavern, who was pregnant. However, when the brutes saw that the woman's lower abdomen was slightly bulging, they became interested and gambled on the sex of the fetus in the woman's womb. One bet on a boy, one on a baby girl."

At this point, he paused again and took a deep breath.

Then, his whole body began to tremble, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"These two brutes... With the strength of wine, he cut open the woman's belly on the street and took out the fetus in the womb!! And in the end, the loser just got an extra glass of wine... Nothing more!! ”。

Originally, everyone present was already infected by the emotions in this person's words.

And when he said the last sentence, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in wealth at the next table on the spot, slapped the table and shouted angrily, "This matter is serious!" ”。

The ragged man turned around, tears were already overflowing in his eyes, and he stretched out three fingers, pointed to the sky, and swore that "I was originally a teacher in Fengxi Village, and the scene that day was what I saw with my own eyes. ”。

"There are so many people in your village!! Wouldn't anyone come out to stop the two brutes? ”。 Another young man, who couldn't look at it, asked out loud.

The ragged man turned sideways again, looked at the person who spoke, and said very weakly.

"How can no one in the village come forward... It's just that...the names of the villages that came forward....were also killed by those two people."

As he spoke, he slowly untied the shabby clothes on his body, exposing his body to the cold of this winter.

He had a long, deep scar on his right chest, down to his left lower abdomen.

Although the scar was bloodless, no one would doubt the fatality of the knife.

And Shi Wuwei also saw this terrifying scar.

He knew that if this person was not lucky, then this knife would be enough to kill the other party.

"When they slashed me, I fainted. It wasn't until two days later that I woke up. However, at that time, Fengxi Village had already been looted, and no one survived!! ”。

He is a man who teaches, a man who reads, and a man who is powerless.

He has no way or ability to help the villagers get revenge.

Therefore, he fled to Hangzhou City, hoping that the imperial court could send troops to suppress the Kou, and hoped that the people in the rivers and lakes could make decisions for them.

The fat man had already put down the wine bowl in his hand at this moment, looked at the poor man with a frown, and said proudly.

"Don't worry! I am the future head of the Lieyang Sect, and I am here with the sect today to eradicate these beasts who dare to kill civilians for the people of the Central Plains!! ”。

When he spoke, the horizontal flesh on his face also began to shake uncontrollably.

However, the shaking of his face does not mean that he is angry, but because he is so fat, so fat that every word he says can make the horizontal flesh on his face begin to shake.

"Sun Sect?". Shi Wuwei frowned and thought to himself.

He remembered that he seemed to have heard the name of this sect somewhere, and he remembered that he once seemed to have met a disciple of the Burning Sun Sect.

Mu Yiyi saw that this fat man said that he was the future head of the Burning Sun Sect, so he approached Shi Wuwei and whispered in his ear.

"Senior brother, do you remember the man named Wu Lieyang we met on Immortal Island? It's the man who got the Sect's Treasure Sword at the bottom of the lake! ”。

As soon as these words came out, Shi Wuwei's eyes suddenly widened, and his mind was also clear.

He remembered this sect.

He remembered that the original disciple of the Burning Sun Sect named Wu Lieyang had also tried against him.

It's just that he didn't expect that after half a year, he would see the disciples of the Burning Sun Sect again.

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At the same time, when Shi Wuwei and the others were eating in the restaurant, in the private room on the second floor of another restaurant in Hangzhou, they were already smoking.

This private room is very luxurious, with eight red lanterns, and the doors and windows are made of expensive wood.

In every corner of the room, there is a wooden cabinet, on which are placed all kinds of vases or ornaments.

At this glance, it looks like those places where the rich often go.

But at this moment, on the ground of the private room, there are three people who are already drunk.

On the round table in the middle of the private room, there were already two unconscious people lying on their stomachs.

At first glance, this scene is actually very similar to those on weekdays, the scene after the drunkards fight.

But who could have imagined that?

The three people who were drunk and lying on the ground were the carefree real people of the Loose Sect, Zhou Muyun, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, and Wu Shaogang, the sect leader of the Burning Sun Sect.

On the round table, the two people who were drunk were Sun Changxing, the owner of the Wustick Gate, and Yue Yingji, the head of the Huashan faction.

It's just that there are still two sober people in this private room.

The Sect Master of the Snow Mountain Sect, dressed in a white mink robe, and Wang Zhengnan, were leaning against the window in the room with their faces flushed, their eyes blurred, overlooking the endless crowd on the street outside the building.

The suzerain of the Snow Mountain Sect, surnamed Chen, has a single name and a phoenix character.

Although his eyes were foggy, the thoughts in his mind were very clear.

I saw him turn sideways and scan the drunken people in the private room with a smile on his face.

It's been a long time since he's drunk like he does today.

And with his current status, the only people who can drink with him are these few people in the room.

They drank from noon until nightfall.

In between, more than three hours passed.

Of course, some of them got drunk earlier, some got drunk a little later.

Those who were drunk early were already lying on the floor.

If you are drunk, you can still lie on the table.

And until now, only him and Wang Zhengnan are still conscious.

So, he sighed.

"I remember twenty years, on the day of parting, there were more people drinking together than now."

Wang Zhengnan also turned sideways, looked at these great masters on weekdays in a trance, and did not speak.

He also remembers that on that day more than 20 years ago, there were many like-minded friends drinking together.

It's just that how many of those people who knew each other when they were young can get to where they are today........

And Chen Feng saw that Wang Zhengnan didn't speak, so he continued to take care of himself.

"I remember that the twenties and thirties drank together, and everyone was drunk, but only Qin Weiming was not drunk."

He's right.

There is a rule for these people to drink, that is, they must not use internal force to turn alcohol, and they can only rely on their own alcohol consumption to win or lose.

And he vaguely remembered that Qin Weiming twenty years ago, whether in terms of cultivation or the amount of alcohol, was a cut above all of them.

"I remember that you and Qin Weiming were the best back then, and only you could survive a hundred moves under his sword."

When he said this, Chen Feng had already looked at Wang Zhengnan and looked at this friend, who had never been changed by the world and had been the same for twenty years.

He remembered a lot of things, a lot of things that happened twenty years ago.

He remembered that twenty years ago, everyone present was still young, and they were all the best in their respective sects.

However, none of them could survive a hundred moves under Qin Weiming's sword.

However, he also remembered that twenty years ago, only this Dao Sect disciple in front of him, who looked very stubborn and even a little stupid, could survive a hundred moves under Qin Weiming's sword.

I think that back then, there was such a sentence among them, about the two kings of Qin.

Within a hundred moves, Qin Weiming is the strongest. After a hundred moves, Wang Zhengnan may win narrowly.

And it is, and it is.

The exercises of the Taoist sect are persevering, and the more you fight, the stronger you get.

And Wang Zhengnan has long been on the road of martial arts, standing on a high place.

It's just a pity.

Twenty years later, in Jiangnan, although Wang Zhengnan is there, the first person of the young generation did not appear.

"I heard that this dispute in the rivers and lakes began with the government and the opposition, and began in the Jinyi Guard."

After Chen Feng paused, he turned his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky outside the window, and continued to sigh.

"Do you say that people's hearts will change over time? Are the like-minded people of the past now strangers? ”。

Wang Zhengnan raised his head.

I saw that after he hiccuped, the breath in his chest was a little smoother.

He knew what the other party meant, what it represented.

He knew that the other party was suspicious that this dispute in the rivers and lakes was provoked by Qin Weiming.

After all, the rebellion of the Southern Sect was indeed caused by the intervention of Jinyiwei.

However, he didn't think that Qin Weiming would do that.

Because the Qin Weiming he knows is so noble and full of wisdom.

Even in his heart, Qin Weiming back then was already the most upright sword in the world, a sword that guarded the right path in the world all the time.

So, after flashing many clips of that year in his mind, he spoke up.

"I think Brother Qin should also have his troubles."

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