The master and servant rode from the south of the city to the north of the city.

Xiao Ye was very excited all the way. Mu Dianke listened to her explanation, while silently observing the situation along the road, and suddenly saw a shop on the street overcrowded, with the word "Chen Ji" written on the door plaque, and asked: "Is this the one you said about the delicious candied plums?" ”

Xiao Ye swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, not only candied plums, but also honey hawthorn and golden milk rolls are very delicious." ”

Mu Dian laughed: "Then tell Ah Fu to stop, buy whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you." ”

Xiao Ye said excitedly: "Really? Don't forget to dig the well: "What does the third lady like to eat?" ”

Mu Dianke thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head. When she was a child, she loved to eat hibiscus cake and lotus seed dew made by Jin Lianyin herself. Later, he fled all the way to Mobei, and often couldn't even eat, so he couldn't even care about eating snacks.

After a long time, I don't have this habit.

Xiao Ye happily jumped out of the car.

Mu Dianke glanced at the long queue outside Chen Ji, asked Ah Fu to drive the car to the side of the road, closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the terrain layout of the Liu family's mansion.

While thinking about it, I listened to the neighing of people outside the carriage, and there was a mess.

A thick man's voice came: "Where is the little bastard who doesn't have long eyes, dare to rush into my son-in-law." ”

Accompanied by angry scolding, a loud leather whip sounded, followed by a miserable female voice.

Mu Dianke felt that the male voice was a little familiar, and remembered that this person was someone next to Liu Shaotong.

On the day of Qin E's apricot blossom banquet, he had appeared to report to Liu Shaotong, because of a finger-wide scar on his forehead, Mu Dianke was extremely impressed by him.

Mu Dian can raise his hand to pull the curtain of the car to open a line.

I saw Liu Shaotong dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, sitting on a snow-white horse with a snow-white body, with a proud expression and impatience in his eyes.

Kneeling in front of the horse's hooves was a woman over fifty years old, her face was full of wind and frost folds, and she looked like a poor and hard-working person, lying on the ground and kowtowing: "Son, spare our life, Childe spare us." ”

On the ground behind the woman was a little boy of seven or eight years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his face was very pale, and there was not a trace of blood on his thin lips. The clothes on the back were torn by the whip, and the blurred flesh inside could be faintly seen.

The boy got up from the ground and pulled his grandmother with a pair of clear and innocent eyes full of tears of humiliation.

The man with the scar looked angry and shouted: "Little bastard, dare not be convinced!" He turned behind the boy and raised his hand and lashed again.

Mu Dianke frowned slightly, and saw a wooden stick flying with the wind whistling, "snapping" on the scarred man's chest, the stick body trembled violently, buzzing, and the strength was obvious.

The man with the scar screamed, and was so shocked by this force that he fell off his horse, and fell firmly to the ground.

As soon as the stick hit, it flew back along the same path as it came, so fast that only ghosts could be seen.

Mu Dianke looked up, and saw a handsome young man standing outside the crowd, dressed in a green shirt, with a lazy expression, and an uninhibited and free taste all over his body.

The man pointed five fingers and caught the hovering wooden stick steadily.

In the entire rivers and lakes, there are no more than five people who can use this stick method.

Mu Dian thought about it for a while, and quickly determined the identity of this person: Han Yiluo, the most proud disciple of Li Shufang, the head of Nanshan. This person is heroic and righteous, does not follow the rules of etiquette, and is famous for his single-handed stick method, ranking second on the list of the top ten rookies in the rivers and lakes posted by Tianji Pavilion.

The man with the scar supported the ground with his hands, his body moved, and he couldn't get up, and scolded angrily: "Which dog is plotting against me?" ”

Han Yiluo didn't laugh angrily, and asked, "Who is the dog scolding?" ”

"Scold you!"

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

The scarred man's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't get up, so he glared at Han Yiluo with an angry face.

Seeing a flash of light, Liu Shaotong flew up, and the long sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, stabbing Han Yiluo straight to the door.

Han Yiluo's head was tilted, his body was obliquely sideways, and the wooden stick in his hand was picked and pressed, blocking the long sword in Liu Shaotong's hand.

Liu Shao's face was even more angry, took a step back, pulled the sword body away from the entanglement of the wooden stick, flipped his wrist, and a sword stabbed out from his armpit, aiming directly at Han Yiluo's lower abdomen.

Han Yiluo praised: "The child is so fast swordsmanship!" The long stick in his hand came with the sound, blocking this strange move.

Liu Shaotong heard Han Yinuo call him a child, and his heart was even more annoyed, and there was murder in his eyes.

Han Yiluo smiled, the long stick in his hand swayed freely, and in an instant, he made several moves, and his eyes were slightly surprised: "Picking the Star Sword? Are you the youngest son of the Liu family? ”

Liu Shaotong said coldly: "Do you know who I am, and you still kneel down and beg for mercy?" I'll be able to keep you all dead. ”

Han Yiluo laughed, glanced at the crowd, and said, "This kid actually asked me to kneel for him, it's really funny." ”

Suddenly aggravated the offensive, a long stick danced vigorously, splitting, sweeping, stabbing obliquely, and the move was extremely accurate. forced Liu Shaotong to retreat again and again.

Mu Dianke subconsciously glanced at the crowd.

I saw that where Han Yiluo's eyes fell, there was a tall young man standing. Dressed in a silver-white brocade robe, with sword eyebrows and a straight nose. is obviously a very outstanding appearance, and his eccentric temperament is very peaceful, and he collects the light of his body faintly. Like a sword hidden in a box, the sun and the moon are hidden in the clouds, containing but not showing.

Mu Dian has read countless people in his life, but it was the first time he saw such a bearing, and he was slightly stunned. Then the man in the brocade robe walked up to the child and the old woman, helped them up, and squatted down to examine the child's injuries.

As soon as the man's fingers touched the boy's back, the boy ducked away in fright, clutching at the corner of his grandmother's coat, his little pale face full of vigilance and unease.

Mu Dianke's heart trembled slightly, as if he saw himself through this child.

The year she escaped from Luoyang, she was just eight years old, about the same age as the child. Begging along the road, working for people, often eating this meal without a meal.

Later, she met a kind mother and gave her a padded jacket and food, and when she woke up, he found herself and a group of little girls locked up in a dirty and smelly room, and learned that the mother was a pious woman who was in the business of a green house.

She pretended to be obedient to gain the trust of the pious woman, and found an opportunity to overturn several guards in the courtyard.

More than a dozen little girls fled together, and it was inevitable that there would be a big movement, which alarmed the thugs of the Qinglou to chase them all over the street. Later, she and five or six little girls who escaped together were rescued by a kind and kind rich merchant, who thought she had met a good person, but later found out that the rich merchant had a habit of molesting girls, so he bought a large number of girls and raised them in the house, and gave them sex arts for feasting and drinking.

In the middle of the night, she took a few bold girls to stun the guard's mother and set fire to the courtyard, so she took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Since then, she has never dared to trust anyone who has shown her kindness. Like a frightened bird, wary of everything around him, just like this child.

Mu Dianke was about to call Ah Fu to give a few orders, when he saw Han Yiluo knock a stick on Liu Shaotong's right hand tiger's mouth.

Liu Shaotong snorted in pain, his five fingers loosened, and the long sword flew out of his hand, coming straight to the car window.

Xiao Ye squeezed out of the crowd with two paper bags, exclaimed when he saw this, and smashed the paper bag in his arms without thinking.

The tip of the sword was smashed by the paper bag and turned around, digging deep into the window frame. Plum sweets wrapped in brown paper fell to the ground like rain.

Xiao Ye looked at the sugar-soaked plums rolling all over the ground, and was so disappointed that she was about to cry.

Han Yiluo laughed when he saw this: "The little girl is so skilled." I'll pay you double when I turn around. ”

Xiao Ye was angry when he saw his gloating appearance, and said angrily: "Who wants you to pay!" Seeing Ah Fu asking in the carriage with a panicked face, he remembered that Mu Dianke was still in the car, so he pulled out his legs and ran to the carriage: "Third Miss, Third Miss, are you okay?" ”

Liu Shaotong was only fifteen years old when he was on the famous sword list, pampered by his parents at home, and held by others outside, and over time he developed a proud heart. Now that Han Yiluo knocked out the sword in his hand in front of so many people, it was a great insult to him. Seeing Han Yiluo turn his head to talk to Xiao Ye, he didn't care about his demeanor, so he pulled out the dagger in his boot and stabbed it.

Han Yiluo was like a hindsight, a backhand stick, and knocked on Liu Shaotong's wrist impartially, and the dagger in Liu Shaotong's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Han Yiluo finished his blow, pushed his wrist diagonally, and knocked another stick on Liu Shaotong's chest.

Liu Shaotong was in pain, staggered back a few steps, and almost didn't stand firm.

The scar-faced man stepped forward to help, but was pushed away by Liu Shaotong: "Get out!" Useless stuff! ”

I heard someone outside the crowd shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the second son of Liu is here." ”