There is a fish in this world called salted fish, and there is a kind of person who is also called salted fish, the same salty, the same name has a fish in it. The former are real fish, they have no choice, they are fished out of the river, and they are simply salted with a little salt to make salted fish. The latter are human beings, who have a choice, but end up salting themselves into fish.

Probably the salted fish will also have dreams, at least the pair of dead fish eyes that can't be closed and look straight at it are silently telling how resentful its death is. At least it doesn't want to be a salted fish, and it can swim freely in the river, so how can it choose to be that worthless salted fish that is not even a snack in the eyes of many people?

In Qu'a City, those poor and down-and-out prodigal children, who have no serious response, are all laughed at and called salted fish. Youmao is a salted fish, he is a salted fish with dreams, this is what makes him unusual.

Otherwise, how could Liu Niang like him? It's obvious that if it's just a salted fish, he won't be able to hold a beauty. It is precisely because of his dreams that he chose to go north to Luoyang to do such a big career after being entangled with Liu Niang for a while.

Well, if you come back to your senses, he doesn't know what the career should be, but he probably knows that if he returns to Qu'a City without anything, he will not have the face to see Liu Niang again. It doesn't matter if she's a widow or not, but there is a cat who feels that since she likes someone, then she should give her the best!

"You..." Luoyang Xiaobawang supported the ground with both hands, and the carp was ready to stand up again. It's a pity that the next moment, "bang", he was in close contact with the ground again, and just popped out a word of words, which stopped abruptly, and the unfinished words were all swallowed by himself, accompanied by a mouth full of sand.

There was a greasy foot on the back of Luoyang Xiaobawang, trampling him so much that he couldn't move, and he could only keep pulling like a dead dog.

"You said that you, if you are a salted fish, you should lie on your stomach well, what do you move?" A cat leaned over, and the salted fish in his hand patted the head of the little overlord of Luoyang.

It's strange, obviously I'm a salted fish, but I don't have the slightest pity and sympathy for people who are also salted fish. Just like the little overlord of Luoyang under his feet, this is also a salted fish, a salted fish without dreams, will bully the weak and attack the weak. What if you are tired of yourself?

He has dreams and means to salted fish, and this kind of small tea shed doesn't have much oil and water to take, so he will choose some shops and the like! This hooligan leader is simply the scum among the salted fish! Unconsciously, there was a greasy cat that increased the force of stepping on his feet, and trampled the little overlord of Luoyang, who was still able to struggle, unable to move.

"Boss!" The other ten players looked at each other, they didn't expect that a routine action to collect protection money would be inexplicably ruined. And the mighty and unyielding boss of the past is now trampled on the ground. Well, there is nothing left of any majesty and majesty now.

"Ahem, the mud guys come and save the nest." Luoyang Xiaobawang turned his head with difficulty, his cheeks were rubbed against the sand, and he quickly stopped when he felt the pain, and said to the ten subordinates.

"Oooh!"

Oh what, oh? At this moment, Luoyang Xiaobawang really wants to die, how can he have such a stupid little brother? Normally, when I get the protection money, I run very fast, but now that there is a problem, everyone seems to have become sluggish. If he can move, Luoyang Xiaobawang thinks that if he can still move, he will definitely reward them with a mouthful of melon seeds!

Ten big men with big sticks finally moved, and they rushed towards Youmao, and for a while the ghosts cried wolves and howled, and the wind howled. It seemed that the owner of the tea shed and Xiao Er in the back couldn't bear to see this scene, and the two of them looked at each other and sneaked out.

"Flaws, flaws." Youmao shook his head, not caring about the ten big men who rushed towards him.

Even if there are ten or hundreds of such people, he is not afraid. If you really talk about it, the name of his first sword of Qu'a is much higher than the gold content of the so-called Luoyang Xiaobawang, he fought one by one, so he has the name of Qu'a's first sword!

Stepping on Luoyang Xiaobawang's feet and lifting up, Luoyang Xiaobawang felt the heavy burden on his body, and was only about to get up, only to exhale a breath of relaxed air, and then the next moment. His face turned bruised, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole body trembled.

The cat stepped on him again, a heavier one, and then he rushed towards the ten big men with the salted fish.

The so-called street fight, that is a momentum, momentum can not be overwhelmed by the other party, to let the other party see your brutal momentum, they will naturally be afraid, and the natural combat effectiveness will be reduced a lot. Now that there is a cat, the ten big men feel a momentum of thousands of troops colliding, including seeing the tragic situation of their own boss, their body muscles tremble unconsciously.

"Smack!" The salted fish slapped on the head of the big man who rushed to the front, and the whole man was beaten alive and turned over, and the whole person flew to the side, and when he finally fell to the ground, his people had already rolled their eyes and kept foaming at the mouth from their mouths.

He only felt that the cat was carrying not a salted fish, but a stick, and when he was struck, it was almost as heavy as being beaten with a stick. He didn't want to get up anymore, he just wanted to lie on the ground like this.

The second big man let out a hungry wolf-like howl, his legs clamped inside, and the club in his hand fell to the ground, covering the part that had just been hit with both hands. His entire face turned purple, and beads of sweat continued to drip down his forehead, which could not alleviate the sharp pain he had just felt in the slightest. He lay on the ground, tossing and turning, as if it would be much better.

A cat stepped over him, and a club swept past his eyes, and the wind was close at hand, but his eyes did not blink in the slightest. Holding the salted fish in his hand, he flung it upward, "snapped", and hit the third big man on the chin, causing his head to tilt upwards and fly upwards with a huge force.

He was flying, slowly, and just as the big man was sobering up from his fluttering delusion, his man fell down heavily. Like the two big men in front of him, he was in close contact with the ground, and belonged to the kind of person who was completely immobile.

The big man smelled a smell of blood, and there was a smell of fish in the smell of blood. I don't know how to describe it, in short, at this moment, the first thing he thought about was not how much he was injured, but about the smell of the sea.

"The third." A cat said tiredly, the ape's arm was lightly relaxed, and a stick was clamped under his armpit. The salted fish in the right hand slaps downwards and shifts the other stick that arrives at the same time, and then towards the owner of the stick.

Soon, a sword with blood is a fast sword, and a cat with a sword can also be called a fast sword at the moment, but what he is holding at the moment is a salted fish, which is called a fast fish. When he slapped the salted fish out, his other arm had already released the clamped stick, and with two lightning strikes, two more big men fell.

I don't know when, a sword of blood appeared outside the tea shed, looking at the cat who was doing it at the moment, he just stood quietly and didn't move. Seeing that there was a cat greasy to do it, somehow, he actually had a faint excitement in his heart, of course, he hoped that there was a cat greasy who could do it with him at this moment, rather than fighting with a group of weak people.

But he just stood and waited. No matter how fast the sword in his hand is, a swordsman is also very patient, and only patience can hone a sword for thousands of days.

There was another series of slapping sounds, and the last of the ten big men quickly fell. When they fell, what confused them more than the pain was the salted fish in the cat's hands, the salted fish was really weird, it was just a salted fish, but it was as stiff as their sticks!

"Can you stop fighting?" A cat turned around and asked, holding the salted fish in his hand.

He didn't need a sword, or perhaps in another way. The salted fish in his hand is his sword. It was short, but hard enough for him to use it against other swords.

This is also a salted fish with dreams, but it has dreams that are not in life, but after death. Probably the resentment of being dried alive into a salted fish, this salted fish is not an ordinary salted fish, he is a salted fish weapon.

"I can't." As soon as the words of the sword bleed, the long sword came out of its sheath, and at the same time, the footsteps were broken, and it rushed towards Youmao at a very fast speed.

The speed of the ten big men before, after comparing the speed of a sword and the blood flowing, was like a turtle's speed at all. A sword bleed quickly, and the sword in his hand was also very fast, and when he arrived in front of Youmao, his sword had turned into a ray of light, stabbing towards Youmao.

A sword with blood would not sneak attack from behind, so he chose to wait quietly before. As soon as the battle ended, he also gave time to prepare, that is, those two sentences, seven words. A sword drifting blood will no longer let you run away again, and it will not give him a chance again, so in less than ten seconds, a sword with blood has already come out of the sword.

A sword, but the tip of the sword was blocked. Blocking it was the salted fish in the cat's hand, and the position of the fish's mouth was just against the tip of the sword.

A sword was bloody and stabbed, and the long sword truly transformed into countless rays of light, each of which seemed to be a shining star, with a unique light.

There is only a cat greasy in the eyes of a sword and blood, and he doesn't look at everything that is superfluous, and uses his fastest sword to stab the cat greasy.

His greasy hands have also become phantoms, and his salted fish is flying with his hands. In an instant, it turned into a flying fish, moving with the stars, and where each star lit up, the salted fish would appear there, facing a sword that was flowing with blood.

The sword and the salted fish are constantly changing and colliding. With each light touch, the next moment, the sword and the salted fish appeared in another place, and they did not stop at all. It was already difficult for the human eye to keep up with their speed, and they could only see a vague shadow, and if it was someone else, they would have died by now.

There is a greasy face, but it has not changed at all, the sword in his hand is a murderous sword, and the salted fish in his hand is not bad. Anyway, no matter what kind of sword it is, if you want to kill someone, you have to stab him, and he only needs to block a bloody sword.

The salted fish in his hand is not an ordinary salted fish.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, the sound of horses' hooves trampling from a group of cavalry rushing in. In the tea shed, there was a slight sound when the sword stabbed the salted fish, which was never interrupted, and the frequency of the continuation was more intensive.

"Huh?" When a large group of cavalry passed by the teashed, one of the leading cavalrymen saw the battle in the teashed, and let out a soft sound, and then the war horse stopped.

As soon as he stopped, the cavalry behind him followed him and stopped. It can be seen that among this group of cavalry, the status of the leading cavalry is the highest, and the big red cloak flying behind him that gradually stops also illustrates this point.

"I really didn't expect that there would be such a clever ranger fighting." Lu Zhi stared at it for a while, and then said to Sun Jian beside him.

Sun Jian just shook his head lightly, the battle in the tea shed was fierce, and the skills of those two people were indeed clever. There was a faint light beating in his eyes, it was a kind of fighting spirit, the desire to fight when he met his opponent.

"Let's go. There isn't much time left to stay. After looking at it for a while, Lu Zhi said out loud.

In normal times, he would stop and watch the fight and see the end of it. But not now, he is going back to Beijing to report on his work. After the Battle of Guangzong, most of the Yellow Turban troops who fled north were in charge of pursuit.

Lu Zhi sighed softly, urging the war horse forward, and the cavalry galloped again, heading towards Luoyang City.

The Yellow Turban Army has taken refuge in the mountains, and stationed there, his pursuit along the way has never been able to make a contribution, by this time there is not much way to do the Yellow Turban Army to hide in the mountains and forests, easy to defend and difficult to attack, to completely eliminate the Yellow Turban Army is already an impossible luxury.

There are also capable people among the Yellow Turbans, for Lu Zhi, Zhang Jiao and the people who took over the leadership of the Yellow Turban Army are all that kind of difficult opponents. Now there are only two options left in front of him, one is to withdraw the army, and the other is to ask the court to increase the army.

It's just that no matter what, he doesn't have any hope for these two choices.

(End of chapter)