Ling Muyun couldn't help but shake his head secretly, this Mao Eighteen is really not an ordinary person who can cause trouble, he only came forward yesterday to stand for Jia Lao Liuliang of the Heaven and Earth Society, this wound may not have scabbed yet, and today he took the initiative to find fault and fight with Wu Sangui's subordinates, he was very curious, how did he survive with a rough and reckless surname like Mao Eighteen?

Compared with Mao Eighteen, Wei Xiaobao is much more ghostly, as soon as he saw so many people holding blades and rushing towards Mao Eighteen, Wei Xiaobao was like a frightened little mouse and suddenly got under the table, those people saw that he was a child, and no one cared, they all waved their blades and slashed towards Mao Eighteen.

Mao Eighteen was not afraid, and raised a single knife to fight with the besieging officials. Because of the injury on his leg, Mao 18 didn't stand up at all, just sat on the bench and waved his knife to fight, only to hear the sound of "ping pong ping" blades colliding endlessly, Mao 18 and a steel knife danced tiger and tiger, with an enemy is not the slightest down.

Ling Muyun looked at it for a while, and found that although this Mao Eighteen had a simpler brain, this one-handed sword technique was still good, although he was not a master, but in this era of declining martial arts, he could also fight rampantly, no wonder he could live for so many years with such a second spleen. It's a pity that this Mao Eighteen obviously doesn't know the method of internal cultivation, and uses a brute force that has been cultivated diligently, otherwise the strength should be able to be improved to another level.

At this time, I listened to Bai Hansong on the side and praised softly: "This man turned out to be under the door of the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife in Taizhou, Jiangbei, and this hand of the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife makes him so handsome!" ”

Ling Muyun's heart moved, and he asked Bai Hansong: "Brother Bai, I rarely walk on the rivers and lakes, and I am not familiar with the affairs of the rivers and lakes. How many stream levels can be counted? ”

Bai Hansong groaned a little and said, "Although this person is not proficient in internal cultivation, his external skills and sword skills are very profound, and he can be regarded as the best among the third-rate masters." ”

"Is this level a third-rate?" Ling Muyun rubbed his chin and thought in his heart, it seemed that his previous estimate of the martial arts level of the Luding World was roughly not bad, and he might even slightly overestimate it. If Mao Eighteen's martial arts can be regarded as a third-rate leader in the rivers and lakes, Bai Hansong's martial arts are a lot higher than him, and can be regarded as a second-rate top level, then his own martial arts are enough to rank first-class even if he is at the level of internal strength.

At this moment, only to hear a miserable scream, an official who besieged Mao 18 was slashed by Mao 18, and a single knife fell to the ground in his hand and fell backwards. Then I saw a small hand suddenly stretched out under the table and grabbed the single knife that fell to the ground, and retracted it. Mao Eighteen and those officials were fighting fiercely, and neither side paid attention, but Ling Muyun, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, saw it clearly, and couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, he knew that Wei Xiaobao would start with a knife, and it would be bad next.

Sure enough, before Ling Muyun's thoughts were finished, he saw that the steel knife that had been retracted under the table suddenly slashed out, and in a flash of cold light, an official who was fighting fiercely with Mao Eighteen screamed and half of his foot was cut off. In such a pain, he forgot to make a move, and was suddenly stabbed in the chest by Mao Eighteen when he saw a flaw, fell to the sky, and died of exhaustion.

Wei Xiaobao spied out the cheap, and came out with a single knife, cutting off the soles of the other person's feet, but the person did not fall, and in pain, he shouted: "The bottom of the table...... ...... below" was about to bend down to check as he spoke, but he was slashed on the back of the head by Mao 18, and he fell to his death.

The two of them were inexplicably injured in a row, this time not only Ling Muyun, but also Bai Hansong next to him saw the clues, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "That kid is also vicious, how can he do some indiscriminate means!" ”

Ling Muyun said disappreciably: "What's the matter, do you want him to jump out and fight with the other party in a bright and bright way?" What's the difference between that and suicide? ”

Just as the two were talking, Wei Xiaobao slashed on one person's calf again, the person did not fall, screamed and overturned the table with one hand, and then raised the knife and slashed at the exposed Wei Xiaobao's head. Mao Eighteen waved his knife away, and Wei Xiaobao crawled and rolled out of the crowd.

The man whose lower leg had been cut was furious, and he limped after him with a knife. Wei Xiaobao exclaimed: "Spicy mother, if you have the ability, you go and fight my brother Mao, what kind of hero is chasing me!" As he spoke, he ran to the table where Ling Muyun and the others were eating, and suddenly got into it again.

The man was furious, stretched out his left hand and was about to lift the table again, but he didn't want to run in front of Bai Hansong. Bai Hansong naturally couldn't let him overturn the table, one hand pressed on the table, and the table that was about to be turned up was pressed down again, and the other punch blasted out of the chest of the solemn man, and the man only had time to scream and flew out, fell to the ground and spit blood, seeing that he was not alive.

Ling Muyun originally wanted to make a move, but seeing that Bai Hansong made a move first, he sat down again. As for these officials who are not in the middle of martial arts, he and Bai Hansong can easily send anyone to make a move, and since Bai Hansong has already done it, there is no need for him.

Sure enough, Bai Hansong punched the official away, and then picked up a handful of chopsticks from the chopsticks on the table, and threw them one by one as hidden weapons, only to hear the miserable cries of "ouch" and "ouch", and the officials who besieged Mao 18 were inserted by chopsticks one after another, or in the eyes, or in the cheeks, all of them were injured in critical places, and they threw knives and swords in pain, screaming again and again. One of them shouted, "The robbers are great, go away, everyone!" ”

The officials who had been frightened suddenly responded, hurriedly picked up the wounded, and rushed out of the door with the white fat officials and others who did not move, and then heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves and quickly went away, but it was a group of people who got on their horses and galloped away. Wei Xiaobao laughed and got out from under the table, still holding the bloody steel knife in his hand, looking around, full of pride, quite a heroic momentum, and consciously similar to the heroes in the book legends told by the storyteller.

There are quite a lot of storytellers in the teahouse in Yangzhou City, telling heroic stories such as Zhi, Water Margin, and Ming Dynasty heroes. Wei Xiaobao said that he went in and out of the courtyard, casino, teahouse, and restaurant, ran errands for people, rubbed some oil and water, begged for a few rewards, and squatted at the tea table to listen to white books whenever he was free. He called Uncle Tea in the teahouse sweetly, and Dr. Tea didn't drive him away. He listened to a lot of books, and was very fascinated by the heroes in the story, and he fantasized that one day he would be like those heroes in the story, but as a little boy in the academy, these things can only be thought about after all.

Now he really killed and injured the official with his own hands, scared the other party and fled, and did the feat of the heroes in the story, how could he not be proud? As for the fact that he was just secretly cutting people's feet under the table, plotting to hurt people, and the reason why the other party fled was also frightened by Bai Hansong, and it had nothing to do with him, these things were selectively forgotten by him for the time being.

At this time, Mao Eighteen limped over, hugged his fist at Bai Hansong, and said, "Thank you for your help, otherwise Mao Eighteen will be outnumbered, and it will be difficult to do today." ”

Bai Hansong hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Brother Mao is too polite, Brother Mao, you are injured, but you are still motivated by righteous indignation and condemned Han Annihilation, fearless and heroic, which makes people respectful." ”

Mao Eighteen laughed and said: "The first person I hated in my life was the big man who annihilated Wu Sangui, but it's a pity that this thief is far away in Yunnan, and I can't find him for bad luck." Since I happened to meet his little Han Jian, it was God who told me to be angry, how could I let go of their turtle grandsons because of a little bird wound on my body? But thanks to the help of the driver, otherwise I wouldn't be able to fight so happily today, and I would have to suffer if I didn't get it right! Please ask Your Excellency to have a great name, and I know which hero helped me. ”

Bai Hansong did not immediately answer Mao Eighteen's question, and said: "There are many people here, it is inconvenient, Brother Mao, let's leave it at that, there will be a period later." As he spoke, he turned around to help Mu Jianping, the little county lord next to him, and asked Ling Muyun at the same time, "Brother Ling, let's go." ”

Ling Muyun had already eaten enough, so he nodded, immediately stood up, and walked out of the store with Bai Hansong and the others. Mao Shibai was displeased and said: "You don't even want to say your name, you look down on people too much." ”

Bai Hansong smiled slightly, did not argue, still walked out, and when he passed by Mao Shiba, he said softly in his ear: "It's not to hide Brother Mao, it's just that it's a little inconvenient for others to hear your identity, we are from Yunnan Muwangfu, my surname is Bai." Mao Eighteen was suddenly shocked, and immediately his face showed a respectful look, and he bowed down and said, "Yes, yes." Mao 18 said that he saw a hero today, and it was really ...... It's really a blessing for three lives! Bai Hansong didn't answer anymore, and went out of the store with Ling Muyun and Mu Jianping, got on the horse and rode away.

Seeing Mao Shiba's expression, Wei Xiaobao was very surprised and asked, "What is the origin of this kid, look at you are so scared." ”

"What kid isn't a kid? Keep your mouth clean. Mao 18 said angrily, seeing that the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper in the restaurant were probing their brains, the store was a mess, and the ground was full of blood, Mao 18 didn't want to stay longer, so he immediately led Wei Xiaobao out of the restaurant and set off on the horse.

Wei Xiaobao got on the horse under the guidance of Mao Shiba, and still asked without giving up: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what is the origin of that guy?" Why are you so respectful to him? ”

Mao 18 saw that there was no one around, and immediately said: "What does your child's family know, that is the hero of Yunnan Muwangfu, and you don't know it!" ”

Seeing Mao Eighteen looking at him, Wei Xiaobao suddenly became angry and said, "How do you know that I don't know?" I don't know the person you're talking to, but I know the person next to him all the better, and that's my old customer. ”

"What? Do you know anyone else from King Mu's Mansion? Which one is it? Mao [***] asked in amazement.

"It's the handsome boy who eats with him, that son is not from Mu Wangfu, but our Yangzhou native, surnamed Ling, we all call him Young Master Ling. You go to the courtyards of Mingyufang to inquire, who doesn't know the young master Ling who spends a lot of money......" Wei Xiaobao even told Ling Muyun's deeds briefly.

Mao Shibai couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "How could the hero of the dignified Mu Wangfu walk with such a drunken man who pickles waste?" ”

(To be continued)