"Good.. Okay.."

The two of them hurriedly responded, led the horses, and bypassed several corpses on the ground in front of them from the side.

But even when they walked a hundred and ten meters around the corpses and couldn't see those corpses when they turned around, Lao Qier still had palpitations when he thought of what had just happened.

If Zhang Feng hadn't been here, it would have been the two of them who went to pay homage to the king of Hades today.

They don't know how to express this kindness.

Carriage ahead.

Zhang Feng stuffed the money bag into his pocket, looked at the blood-stained clothes again, turned around and looked at the two people walking with their heads down, and asked,

"I remember we had a change of clothes in the car."

When Lao Qi heard this, he looked at Zhang Feng who was walking in front, saw the blood stains on Zhang Feng's shirt, and slapped his head suddenly, only to remember that he couldn't enter the city like this.

I was stupid just now, if it wasn't for Zhang Feng asking, he wouldn't have come back yet.

"Oops.. I.. Look at what I'm doing! ”

Lao Qi blamed himself, came to the back of the carriage, and took out a folded shirt from it,

"We are in a hurry to deliver goods, for fear of rain on the road, or the cart falling, I have prepared a few coats... It's all washed, Zhang. Brother Zhang make do with it.."

Lao Qi said, the two of them really didn't expect that it was not windy or rainy this time, but because of murder, Brother Zhang's clothes were dyed too bright and red, so they were changed.

"It's a nice outfit." Zhang Feng took it, took off the blood-stained gown, put on a new coat, and the place where the palm was smoothly wrinkled fit just right.

Lao Qi's figure is about the same as Zhang Feng's, his height is a little lower, and his coat is made looser for comfort.

"Brother Zhang.." Lao Qi put up the blood-stained clothes, pondered a few more words, and wanted to ask Zhang Feng something, but he couldn't ask anything.

Because he feels that this Brother Zhang is good at talking, but now he sees that his former friend is a master, and he also kills people like hemp, and he saves his own life, which is gracious.

Talking again was more or less natural than before.

Zhang Feng saw that Lao Qi wanted to ask something but didn't dare to ask, but he smiled, and quipped to ease the atmosphere,

"Okay, old seven, I treated you as a brother before and took this matter. Now it's better that you don't treat me as a brother, you don't know what to say, and you still hide it. ”

"What's the matter?" Lao Qi hurriedly excused himself, and reacted that it was a joke, and suddenly laughed and relaxed a lot.

With this ease, he also asked what he had just said,

"Brother Zhang.. Do you know kung fu.."

"Yes." Zhang Feng continued to move forward, and there was no concealment in his words, he had indeed learned in his previous life.

'This is what it would be. A little..? But the seventh didn't believe it.

The guy next to him didn't believe it either.

But Zhang Feng didn't say much, and he didn't dare to ask.

But in fact.

Zhang Feng felt that there were really not many playing routines that he knew, and more of the kung fu he practiced in actual combat.

If you want to summarize, in fact, no matter what the routine, kung fu is just a few words, hand poison, eye poison, heart poison.

Raise your hands mercilessly, raise your legs without giving in.

As long as you fight with people, the moves are aimed at the upper and lower three ways, cutting the throat with a knife, gouging out the eyes, teasing the yin downward, wiping the wrists, picking tendons, and trying to see the blood fatal.

As for whether you can fight, whether you will fight, and where you want to fight.

The master led the way through the door and sentenced him to a personal sentence.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng thought that there should be some martial arts masters in this world.

I have time to learn some real tricks.

01 Numbered World, to say that there are no martial arts masters, it is not the top world in the same stage.

Thinking about it, he chatted with Lao Qi along the way.

The rest of the way is flat.

At about 11:40 in the morning, Zhang Feng and the three of them led the carriage to Huhui County.

At noon, there were fewer people at the county gate, and more farmers from the neighborhood went home for dinner.

Entered the prefecture.

It is a little lively, there is a small market in the east, many hawkers set up stalls, people come and go, horse-drawn carts, donkey carts are constant.

But compared to the good city, there are no cars here.

Zhang Feng glanced at the downtown on the left and walked to the right.

After walking about half a mile, I came to a cloth shop.

The shopkeeper of the cloth shop walked out and let people unload the goods.

Lao Qi took the money and handed it directly to Zhang Feng, saying, "Don't worry in Brother Zhang's hands." ”

Zhang Feng also heard the prompt.

'Escort mission complete.

Bring back the money for the goods and return to the Liangcheng cloth shop. ’

Hear the prompt.

Zhang Feng didn't continue to follow Lao Qi and the others, but pointed to the way and said, "You go to find a place to store the carriage first, and I'll go to the market over there." ”

"Okay.." Lao Qi and the two didn't ask much, only left a carriage to store, and then went to the market entrance to open the seal, and then went to eat together.

As for whether this Brother Zhang will run away with the money.

Lao Qi felt that the two of them had picked up a life.

When Zhang Feng saw that they had gone to store the carriage, he walked straight to the entrance of the market, wanting to see if there were any weapons to sell there.

I was in a hurry in Liangcheng before, and I had to deliver goods with the car, so I didn't have time to choose.

But now there's time, money, and what might happen on the way back.

As long as you have a good weapon, this has a lot of bonuses to strength.

Let's take the incident with the mountain bandits before.

Zhang Feng felt that if he had a knife that was better than theirs, he would be able to parry and separate them with a hard slash, and he was not afraid of curling the blade, and his backhand still cut their throats sharply.

Don't do too much to avoid their blades.

After all, there are many of them, and if they delay for a second, they will be in danger for one more second, and it is easy to suffer from the enemy on their backs.

And as I walked around the bazaar, it was past twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng rubbed his stomach and smelled the smell of various rice from nowhere.

Before I knew it, I also turned most of the market.

There are weapons on the stalls nearby, and there are quite a few.

I transferred to a blacksmith shop halfway through, but there were few of them, and I always felt that I couldn't take advantage of them.

Until a big walk around the bazaar.

When Zhang Feng walked back to the road, he picked out those people who were not many, and at first glance they walked in a place where prices were expensive, and when he came to a few stalls in the middle of the way, his eyes were attracted by the weapons on one of the stalls.

It was placed in the lower part of a pile of porcelain pots and ironware, in a leather scabbard, with a slender silhouette, shaped like a Tang knife.

Zhang Feng liked it a little when he saw it, and was ready to take a look.

But just came to the front of the stall.

The stall owner smiled and prepared to greet the customer.

A young man in his twenties, who was walking quickly on the road, said to Zhang Feng: "Did you have something in the alley next to you?" ”

"Something?" Zhang Feng looked at him, followed the direction of his finger, and looked at the alley behind right.

When the stall owner next to him saw the young man, his smile suddenly stopped.

The young man still looked anxious, and looked at Zhang Feng, it seemed that Zhang Feng had lost something, or something was wrong.

Zhang Feng looked at the posture of the young man and the stall owner, and felt that there was something strange, so he left the stall a few steps.

It was about ten meters away from the stall.

The young man didn't continue walking, but looked at the stall behind him and whispered,

"You're not from our county, are you? People in our county don't go here to buy things. They're very dark, the stalls are expensive, and you just have to go up to his stall and ask for things, and you can't buy them."

The young man said, as if he had suffered a loss, or had a grudge against the stall owners.

Now that he saw Zhang Feng, he reminded him that ruining their business this time could be regarded as revenge.

Zhang Feng didn't know whether what the young man said was true or false, but it was always a kind reminder, so he nodded in thanks, didn't speak, and then bought a knife.

As long as it's a good thing, it's normal to be more expensive.

"You.." The young man was a little angry, feeling that Zhang Feng regarded his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, but he didn't leave, so he looked at the mouth of the alley, wanting to see Zhang Feng suffer.

The stall owner saw that Zhang Feng and the young man were unhappy, but he was really happy, "Little rabbit, there are not a few hairs on your mouth, who believes you with red mouth and white teeth..'

The stall owner smiled in his heart, looked at Zhang Feng again, and prepared to slaughter the fat sheep.

But when Zhang Feng walked to his stall, no matter what he thought in his heart, his face was amiable, and he said with a smile,

"You see, these are rare things that I have traveled to the provinces in the past few years and specially found. You can't see it anywhere else! ”

"That's going to have to see." Zhang Feng looked at the Tang knife.

Seeing the stall owner nodding in approval.

Zhang Feng picked up the Tang knife from the stall and pulled it out.

Take it to your hand at close range, the knife is more than three feet long, the handle is five inches, and you can chop it with both hands.

Reflecting the afternoon sun, the blade of the knife is polished and maintained like a mirror, reflecting a dazzling light.

At the same time, the stall owner saw Zhang Feng looking at Tang Dao carefully, but asked coldly: "Look at your face, aren't you from us?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Feng replied.

The stall owner laughed and boasted, "Then you've really come to the right place!" My object here is genuine!

The knife in your hand was first in the hands of a great general!

A few years ago, I fell into a wealthy family in Qi Province, and after I heard that, it was a trust relationship, and I specifically begged for it, so I bought it in my hand.

But when I saw you today, I first thought you were a perfect match for this knife!

Don't say much, you take twenty oceans, this treasure will be yours, you take it! ”

As the stall owner spoke, he began to praise the Tang knife again, saying that it was all over the place, as if this knife should only be in the sky.

At this time, twenty pieces of ocean were sold to Zhang Feng, which was Zhang Feng's blessing.

At this moment, several stall owners next to him, seeing him take out Zhang Feng's words, heard that Zhang Feng was not a local, and they also looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, just watched and stared.

At the mouth of the alley, the young man who was originally watching the joke couldn't help but show nervousness and sympathy, and wanted to shout Zhang Feng to run.

Zhang Feng tilted his head and looked around at the few stall owners who were staring at him,

"Twenty oceans.."

Zheng! One side of the Tang knife slashed.

The slight sound of breaking wind swept by, and the blade stopped next to the stall owner's ear, who was still praising Tang Dao, and a few strands of hair fell from his ear.

"I.." The stall owner's face turned pale with fright, all kinds of words were blocked in his mouth, his body was motionless, and the words stopped.

The stall owner next to him also turned his gaze to the side, and everyone did their own thing, as if they didn't see it.

The peeping young man was also stunned, and he was glad that the traitorous stall owner had met the living evil star, and he drew his sword if he didn't agree with him.

"It's a good knife." Zhang Feng put away the knife, and his fingers stroked the cold blade and admired, "The shopkeeper is indeed a sincere person, what he said is true, this knife is good." ”

"You.. You see.." The stall owner suddenly changed his previous mess and replaced it with a flattering smile, "I'm not wrong, am I?" This knife is to look at you, an ocean, you take it! Our money is not bad! ”

"Isn't it the Twenty Oceans?" Zhang Feng asked rhetorically, the finger stroking the blade stopped, and stared at him, "You said I remembered wrong?" ”

"Yo! You're sure you're listening.." The stall owner was curious: "The small one is talking about twenty coppers... It's also a small one that didn't make it clear, it's not that you listened! ”

Zhang Feng smiled, grabbed a handful of copper coins from the corpse of the mountain bandit from his pocket, and threw it to him.

"Twenty yuan, only a little more, a little bit of the shopkeeper."

The stall owner took it, and his eyes looked at the copper coins that were still bloodshot, as if smelling the smell of blood on them, and his scalp was numb for a while, and he didn't count, but gave a salute.

"Master~ the number is right! You and your knife go slowly! ”

Zhang Feng nodded in return, put the knife into the sheath and left, turning into the alley next to him.

I met a young man who wanted to say something.

Zhang Feng gestured in the alley, "What are you doing here, waiting for them to come and make you angry?" ”

The young man nodded hurriedly, spread his feet and ran.

Zhang Feng walked a few steps, leaned against the wall and saw that the stall owner did not chase after him, and did not ask anyone to block himself for revenge, so he turned back to the street from the other end of the alley and disappeared into the lively street.

But in fact, it doesn't matter whether Zhang Feng is cautious or not.

The stall owner really didn't dare to look for it.

He deceived a fat sheep and made do, but when he really met Zhang Feng, who didn't seem to be a joke, he had the courage to throw it back to his grandmother's kang.

Similarly, when the vendor not far away saw this scene and saw that the old man was not there just now, he walked up to the stall owner who was silent as if he was watching a gossip joke, pretending to be concerned, and said to the stall owner with sincerity on his face.

"Are you alright? You.. You're going to let him go? Why don't you call out brothers! ”

"Anyway, I made a little bit of money.."

The stall owner muttered as if he wanted to save face, proving that he had no loss, and gave him a little scared look, and threw him a copper with blood stains.

"What if you don't let me go? If I don't leave, the knife will not be on my stall, but on my head."