Pedestrians came and went on the street, and Shen Cheng took the little red sleeves and went to the porridge shop outside the city to give porridge as usual. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he learned that the refugees were gathered at the gate of Fuzhou, Li Ba, the prefect of Fuzhou, convened the rich businessmen to discuss and mobilize donations. At this moment, the two thousand taels of gold of the Longmen Dart Bureau came very timely.

At this moment, there are still nearly 5,000 refugees outside Fuzhou, all of whom are dragging their children and daughters, in rags, and extremely embarrassed, and the phenomenon of selling children and daughters is not uncommon.

According to Kang Lao's analysis, the Dakang Dynasty at this time was very similar to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, and even worse.

In China, in addition to Xiang Yu, there are several groups of peasant forces that are rebelling, and strongman bandits are by no means uncommon. This makes the lives of these ordinary people in Dakang even worse.

Shen Cheng sent people to put down a few porridge buckets, and a group of people surrounded him when he landed. Little Red Sleeves said softly: "Don't worry, everyone has it, they have it." "Start giving porridge right now.

This little girl herself has the experience of being hungry and fainting, and at this time she really empathizes with the experience of those disaster victims, and has been insisting on giving porridge outside the city for the past few days.

Shen Cheng smiled and looked at the little red sleeves wearing flowers and butterflies, as if they were busy back and forth between the porridge shops. Suddenly, Little Red Sleeves stopped and whispered in his ear: "Childe, Zhang Cuishan is here." ”

Shen Cheng followed her gaze and looked over, only to see a scholar in a green shirt in the distance, riding a green horse pacing towards the city gate, his waist, hanging an iron judge pen and a rotten silver tiger head hook, Xiao Hongsleeve is right, this person is indeed the famous "iron silver hook" Zhang Cuishan on the rivers and lakes.

This guy came so fast!

In the live broadcast room, sailors sent barrages one after another, screaming for Shen Cheng to beat Zhang Cuishan.

"Anchor, if you don't do this, I will look down on you."

"Alas, the anchor can't beat the protagonist, and it's also excellent to beat the protagonist's father."

"Anyway, according to the current situation, it shouldn't be possible for Yin Susu to know Zhang Cuishan again, right?"

"That's a must, can the anchor beat Zhang Cuishan? I'm a little skeptical. ”

Shen Cheng silently looked at Zhang Cuishan's back, and said to the sailors in the live broadcast room: "Don't look at this kid is handsome, but he is too motherly, the anchor is much more masculine and handsome than him, as for martial arts, I think he must be a little taller than him, don't believe it, I'll see the anchor educate him later." ”

"Pretending to be forced again!"

Shen Cheng said hello to Little Red Sleeves, flashed to a no-man's corner, put on the mask he got from Sikong Xingxing, and instantly turned into a middle-aged man with gray temples.

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Let's say that Zhang Cuishan is full of pain and anger, and it is difficult to vent. At that moment, he rode a green horse, picked up the road for a few days, and galloped towards Fuzhou City.

Along the way, just after Xiangfan, I heard that Xiang Yu and the Heavenly Eagle Sect fought again, and there were countless victims, and from time to time on the road I saw the victims with their children and daughters, running to the south, and I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart.

Day and night, when I arrived at Fuzhou Mansion, it was the evening of August 12. I heard that at the gate of the city, someone was helping the victims, and after careful questioning, I learned that it was the Longmen Dart Bureau that sent people to set up soup kitchens.

At that moment, he went straight to the Chengtou inn, thinking in his heart: "I wonder if the Longmen Dart Bureau will hand over all the two thousand taels of gold?" I've broken my face with the people in the dart game, and it's inconvenient to go to the meeting, so I'll go to the dart game tonight to find out. ”

After dinner, I inquired with the shopkeeper and learned that the Longmen Dart Bureau is located on the bluestone avenue on the west side of Fuzhou City, on the bank of the White Horse River.

He went to the street to buy a set of white clothes, and bought a good folding fan in the roadside shop, took a bath in the bathhouse, and ordered the edict to comb his hair, and his whole body was renewed, and he looked in the mirror, as if he was a turbid son.

I borrowed pen and ink from the shopkeeper, and wanted to inscribe some poems on the fan, but I hesitated, so I wrote on the fan, "The lotus wind is placed, and the bamboo rain is sparse." The pillow preached a few times, and the curtains counted the lakes and mountains. Twenty-four words, one stroke at a time, all through the back of the paper, write and hold the fan to see, the heart is proud, and the heart says: "Since I learned the master's Heaven and Dragon Slaying Skill, even calligraphy has improved greatly." ”

Gently shaking the folding fan, pacing the square steps, and walking towards the White Horse River.

At this time, it was late, Zhang Cuishan traveled all the way, but saw the crowd rubbing shoulders, this Fuzhou City, is not inferior to the prosperity of Lin'an City.

When he came to a corner, Zhang Cuishan suddenly felt something in his heart and noticed that someone was following him from a distance.

"I don't know where it came from?"

With a sneer in his heart, he turned to the right and entered a remote alley.

Sure enough, the man followed. Zhang Cuishan turned around and stopped in the way.

Through the bright moon in the sky, I saw that this person was about forty years old, and he was a middle-aged man with white temples and a rather sad life.

Concentrating on the other party's skills, it was just mediocre, so he put his mind at ease and said: "In Xia Wudang Zhang Cuishan, I don't know what is important for Your Excellency to follow Zhang all the way?" ”

The man stammered, "Hit...... Rob! Hand over your folds, folding fans, clothes, clothes, hats, money bags, all, all! ”

Zhang Cuishan said in his heart, it turned out to be a silverfish thief, and said: "As long as you can win, you will naturally take it." ”

The man said happily: "Is this true? He didn't even stutter anymore.

Zhang Cuishan said proudly: "I speak in the next word." He was about to make a move, but the wind was cold, and the man had already drawn a long knife from his waist, and his body flashed like a ghost, and slashed at him. I was shocked: "This person is so handsome." ”

Reaching out to his waist and feeling out the blade, the rotten silver tiger head hook in his left hand, and the iron judge pen in his right hand, the two blades intersected and struck, bursting out with a ball of shining electric sparks, which blocked the man's long knife.

I only felt that the blade in his hand was shocked, and the opponent's skill was not inferior to him, and then he heard a fist breaking in the air, but he saw a fist from small to big, and it quickly imprinted towards his nose.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my nose, and the nosebleed had already rushed out, and I was shocked in my heart, and shouted: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

The man said with a sad face: "Under Zhao Liangchen." ”

"Zhao Liangchen?" Zhang Cuishan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his nose and asked, "We had a feud before?" With his right hand, he made a stroke of the dragon character, and the iron judge's pen in his hand drew a delicate arc towards the man's waist.

It was he who learned the Heaven and Dragon Slaying Skill from Zhang Sanfeng before he went down the mountain.

Zhang Cuishan's strength was extremely powerful, the person's body method was extremely weird, and he didn't see how to move, so his body rushed forward, and then he turned around and exhaled, and the long knife cut out, and said concisely: "No hatred." ”

Instantaneous offensive and defensive translocation, Zhang Cuishan was shocked in his heart, seeing the sword qi attacking his body, he immediately jumped up without thinking, the tiger head hook in his left hand, and the "point" of the iron judge's pen in his right hand, the three strokes were written into a "down" word, only to hear the "sonorous" three sounds, and the three blades hit each other again, making a loud sound of gold and iron.

Zhang Cuishan has not yet landed, the weapon in the air two consecutive strikes, when the second blow, suddenly feel that the opponent's weapon does not seem to be focused, stunned, suddenly a strong rebound from the opponent's blade, caught off guard, has suffered a big loss.

"Leverage?"

Zhang Cuishan was shocked in his heart, the opponent's move was quite the essence of his master Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan, which really surprised him, his feet fell to the ground, and he was about to turn around to fight again, but he saw a fist change from small to big, hooked on his chin.

You don't have that......

Hit by this heavy blow, he stumbled under his feet, his chest was tumbling with blood and qi, although he was strong, he couldn't support it, and he couldn't help but weaken his knees and sit on the ground.

Suddenly, I felt that my eyes were dark, and a pocket had been put on my head, and I struggled desperately at the moment.

I only heard the man sneer: "Aren't you very hanging? ”

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"Aren't you a fan of pretending?"

Every time he asked, he punched and kicked him, and although he didn't exert any internal force, it was enough to make him feel pain.

"A man is dressed up so girly, do you think you are a beautiful man?"

"Tell you to take the folding fan."

"I'm still writing poems on the folding fan."

"Tell you to wear white clothes and pretend to be a force."

"If you don't study well."

After being beaten down for various reasons, Zhang Cuishan was beaten all over his body without pain, and his face was swollen several times, and he hated this middle-aged man named Zhao Liangchen to the extreme.

After a while, Shen Cheng was tired from fighting, so he breathed a sigh of relief and left the alley, feeling extremely happy.

Since the crossing, this fight has been the most hearty, and with a fist and foot, this pretentious famous disciple was beaten like a pig's head. There was a lot of thought in my heart.

In his live broadcast room, the sailors were also excited, and for a while, the reward brush couldn't stop.

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