After two or three days of continuous travel, this morning, Zhao Pu and the three of them came to a Khitan market. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the more and more north, the number of Khitan people moving is increasing, and the Han people are becoming less and less, and the market of the Khitans, three Han people roaming on horseback, is particularly abrupt.

"Sixth, we have to make up some dry food." Liu Saburo turned back to the thin middle-aged man and said.

The dark purple lips of the sick seedling could be cracked, and he nodded, and said to Liu Saburo, "Okay." ”

The three of them dismounted one after another, and Liu Saburo walked in the forefront.

Zhao Pu, who was at the end, was always observing the sick seedling in front of him.

Weak willow Fufeng originally described a woman's pace, but now it is not an exaggeration to describe this sick and crooked middle-aged man.

Obviously, this guy was leading the horse to walk, but it was as if the horse was leading him, and he walked without his feet touching the ground, and the route he walked out was still crooked. If he hadn't heard of this guy snoring while sleeping, Zhao Pu would really have to find a place to buy two runes and paste them on the door of this guy's head.

Chase out the corpses!

Looking sideways slightly, looking at the surrounding environment, Zhao Pu couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Perhaps due to the influence of the Han people, the market in this place is almost the same as that of the Han family.

A small number of Khitans took a rag and set up a stall on the ground, placing some exquisite knives or miscellaneous ornaments of the Khitan daughter's house.

On the stacked desks, most of them are placed with cheese and milk wine.

Liu Saburo stopped in front of a stall and said to the boss behind him in skilled Khitan language, "Let's have some fried rice." ”

After handing over the local Khitan money and delivering the three bags of fried rice to each of them, Liu Saburo said to Zhao Pu, "Let's continue to hurry." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand, obviously there was no vibration around, but his legs and feet couldn't stop trembling.

"You've made the same mistake again?" Liu Saburo frowned.

The sick seedling didn't speak, but was taken by Liu Saburo to a small stall.

The bearded man of the Central Plains said loudly in a skilled Khitan dialect, "Boss, come three bowls of haggis hot soup!" ”

The Khitan boss also nodded hurriedly, and when it was time to collect the money, he looked up and saw three Central Plains faces, and his face couldn't help but have a touch of strangeness.

I didn't say anything, I took the money and went to work.

I found a random place, and the three of them sat around a table.

Seeing the beads of sweat on the middle-aged man's forehead becoming more and more fine, Zhao Pu didn't need to ask, he naturally knew that there must be some kind of evil disease on this person, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Compared with the sick seedlings bowing their heads and being silent, Liu Saburo seemed very alert, blindly looking around at the Khitans who cast questioning glances, and there was a touch of fierceness in his eyes.

Some people, even if they show their teeth and claws, are just donkeys.

Some people, even if they make any moves, can not be angry and self-threatening.

Liu Saburo falls into the latter category.

For some reason, the surrounding Khitan people felt a little annoyed and angry when they saw these three Han people, but because Liu Saburo was in charge, none of the other Khitans dared to make trouble.

"Eat first." Seeing the steaming mutton soup being served, Liu Saburo first handed the bowl in front of him to the sick seedling, "Sixth, eat quickly." ”

The six sick seedlings were not polite, and directly picked up a big bowl and poured it into their mouths.

"Hey, this is a ...... that has just come out of the pot," the boss looked at the six sick seedlings in disbelief.

Seeing this, Zhao Pu also picked up the big bowl in front of him, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt countless blisters on his tongue, and a burning sensation in his mouth, which made him spit out the mutton soup directly.

"Phew...... It's so hot," he looked up at the six sick seedlings with some resentment, and Zhao Pu couldn't help but secretly feel that these six sick seedlings were really a strange person.

Liu Saburo laughed loudly as if he had picked up a bargain, "Haha, you can't compare with the sixth child." ”

Saying that, Liu Saburo picked up the Han family's white porcelain spoon decently, carefully blew a bend of shallow soup in the spoon, and slowly sent it to his mouth.

The nose was snuggled, and Zhao Pu's face suddenly became more unhappy with the boss.

……

After hurriedly eating a bowl of mutton soup, the six sick seedlings also seemed to have recovered a little.

Riding on the horse, the speed of the three of them was not as fast as before, but slowed down a little.

Before he left the market, he saw a strong Khitan man with a big waist and a round waist, and stopped in front of Liu Saburo.

I saw that this man was drunk, and a bad smell seemed to come out of a radius of ten miles.

The Khitan man burped and said, "Stop, these three Han people are slaves of my family, and they ...... this morning This morning he stole my horses and money and was about to run. Look at my ......"

The man was obviously drunk, and his feet began to shake, "See if I don't kill the three of them!" ”

People are drunk, this is not small.

The drunk man directly hammered Liu Saburo's horse and directly knocked Liu Saburo off the horse.

His face changed, and he saw Liu Saburo rolling on the grass and standing up unharmed.

The six sick seedlings were still weak at this time and did not get off the horse.

Zhao Pu behind him came directly on horseback.

"What for?" A skillful Khitan dialect shouted extraordinarily.

"Come back with me!" The Khitan drunk grabbed Zhao Pu, "I still have pig manure in my house that hasn't been cleaned up, hurry up and go back with me!" ”

"Ahh Bang.

Although Zhao Pu broke free from the mercy of this Khitan drunk, the sleeve of his left arm was missing.

"Fuck!!" The Khitan drunk man said, and his palm was rounded and jerked towards Zhao Pu's head.

Squatted down a little and flashed this blow, Zhao Pu's eyes were also round.

"Your uncle!!"

With a foul mouth, the dagger in his hand slammed into the thigh of the Khitan drunk.

"Puff ......", and the red blood suddenly splashed out.

"Ahh The Khitan man screamed as if he was dying.

Zhao Pu pulled out the dagger and put it back together.

"Get on board!!" Liu Saburo's face was very ugly at this time. "Sixth, after the break!"

Seeing Zhao Pu turn over and get on the horse, the sixth child, who had always been sick and crooked, also nodded hurriedly.

When he reached out with both hands, eight small stones suddenly caught between his ten fingers.

"Bang, pop......"

Eight stones, almost simultaneously, ejected and landed on the eight men who were chasing them.

Zhao Pu looked back at this posture while laughing wantonly. "Six sick seedlings have good skills!"

Liu Saburo beside him frowned, "What did you just call him?" Six sick seedlings? ”

His face sank, and Liu Saburo said, "You're done!" ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Pu was struck by a small stone behind the buttocks of the horse, leaving a bloody mark.

The horses went crazy and ran away.