Guxiang City is located in the northwest of the country. At this time, it was early spring, the cold was still heavy, and the pedestrians on the side of the road wrapped their warm robes tightly and looked hurried.

There was only one shop called Yue Mingzhuang, which was smoky and crowded, and surrounded a long table in the middle, and its eyes were crazy.

Hundreds of pairs of greedy eyes looked at the stacks of silver tickets and gold piled up in front of the handsome and graceful boy on the right.

The people who enter the gambling house, who don't dream of making a lot of money, but what they didn't do, this son did it all.

The boy was still smiling slightly, and the servants on the side wasted no time in handing over hot tea, and his every move fell in all kinds of eyes, but he was still calm and relaxed, as if he was in his own home.

A bony hand, taking advantage of no one's attention, secretly reached for a silver ticket on the edge of the table. When he was about to succeed, he was dragged up from the pile by a pair of hands.

"Wan Wu, you are so bold, you even dare to fight this master's idea." Second Master Wen, the steward of the gambling house, touched his mustache and sneered, "You don't want these hands, do you?" ”

"Second Master Wen, don't, I'm confused for a while, please let me go."

Wan Wu's whole person was so thin that he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy like a rat that everyone hated. Second Master Wen thought he was an eyesore, so he left a sentence and went into the house.

"Strip naked and throw it out."

The thugs in the gambling house are all tall and strong men, and the people who have lost all their silver have seen a lot, and it is easy to do this kind of thing. After a while, he heard a pop, and Wan Wu was thrown to the ground like a skinned fish.

"Dog fights man!"

Wan Wu's face was angry, and he didn't dare to come openly, so he only dared to lower his voice, scolded quietly, and staggered towards the street.

A trolley full of grain creaked, and it was precisely from that end that it was getting closer, only to find that there was someone in front of it, and it was impossible to dodge, so it flipped to the ground with the person and the cart.

Coincidentally, at this time, several officials were chasing a thief and rushed all the way from that end. The thief did not pay attention to his feet, and accidentally tripped on the grain bag, and the stolen goods in his hand flew out and landed in front of the table of the tea stand.

It was a small bag of yellow gold.

It took a lot of effort for the thief to steal it from the rich man's house, and then he inevitably hesitated for a moment. But when he hesitated, the servants had already caught up.

If you are caught up and put in prison, you don't know if you will be killed.

Thinking so, the thief gritted his teeth, roared at the tea stall, and fled for his life.

The tea stand was very small, with two tables and eight benches, all of which were in tatters. On the mottled and faded bench, there were two people sitting on one side, and the atmosphere was slightly stiff.

Sitting on the back of the street was a young woman, her black hair was tied up with red thread, tied in a knot at will, wearing a light smoky shirt, and a long skirt of the same color underneath. It's just that her fair face is slightly red, and there is a thin anger in her expression.

"I went down the mountain to repay his favor, if he died, wouldn't I owe him a lifetime?"

In the upper right corner of the woman, sitting is an old man with gray hair, although the old man is wearing an ordinary stone blue cloth shirt, but it seems to be a rhyme, but there are a few pigtails on the top of his head, which is really a little weird.

"Qing'er, you promised your father not to look for him again!"

"If he had lived well, I wouldn't have gone to him! But now that he is defeated, life and death are uncertain," that stunning woman was Fu Qing who went down the mountain a few days ago, and at this time she was really a little annoyed by the old man's stubbornness, "I also said that he can't die until I cure the poison." ”

When the father and daughter were in a hurry, they suddenly felt a dry mouth, so they sat down at this small tea stall and drank tea to quench their thirst. The table next to it was a few people from the city lord's family, who took the opportunity to go out of the house to buy, and also sat down to eat melon seeds and talk nonsense.

"Eh, I was feeding the horses in the stable the other day, do you know who I met?"

Seeing that the man looked mysterious, several others were also very supportive, and asked one after another,

"Who?"

"Lion Tiger General!"

"General Liger? Is that the adult who beat the Jiang Jiajun a month ago? ”

"That's right, it's him."

"That adult is really powerful, and the Jiang family army of the lone sheep has few defeats."

"And I heard the inside story."

"Say it quickly."

"What's the sale?"

"That battle was hearty, not only did it defeat the Jiang family's army, but even their main general was beaten away! I won't find anyone! ”

"But no, I've also heard that the master will be the young master of the Duyang Jiang family!"

"The Jiang family of Duyang can deter many people, and now even their own young master has been lost, isn't it because Duyang is about to lose power?"

"Isn't that just right? I heard others say that those who are soldiers are not afraid to go into battle to fight, but they are afraid of meeting Jiang Jiajun. ”

"Haha, that's good."

Fu Qing heard these words word for word, his face changed, and he was going to the border to find someone right now. Where is Fu Cang, persuading these subordinates to listen to the wind is rain, gossiping and laughing, it is not enough to believe it. Fu Qing saved people's hearts, Fu Cang insisted on his own opinion, and neither father nor daughter was willing to give in, and they were deadlocked from the height of the sun to nearly dusk.

At this time, the servants had already walked up quickly, and in front of the table of the two, they picked up the leather bag containing gold, patted the dust on their heads, and shouted violently.

"You two, come with us."

Fu Cang couldn't persuade his own girl, he was already angry, and he met someone who came to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and the fire was very big, so he immediately roared back,

"Get out of here!"

The leader is a squad leader, although the officer is small, but the size is also an official, and he was scolded by an old man in front of his subordinates, and he naturally couldn't get over his face.

"Everyone heard it, the thief shouted with these two people before, saying that they should put away the stolen goods and run away, and then the three of them will be divided equally when they get to the old place, it can be seen that they are the accomplices of that person, and now these two people will be arrested immediately!"

"Yes!"

The thief had a flexible brain, and he was afraid that he would not be able to outrun these soldiers by himself, so he threw the trouble to others and ran away without a trace.

It is said that the opponent is often the one who knows himself best.

How can these people have the heart to catch the thief, is it not trying to make a mistake, since the thief roars like that, it doesn't matter what the truth is, whether these two people are involved in theft or not, they will be arrested first.

The burly, more than eight-foot strong man stood behind Fu Qing in a few strides, stretched out his powerful palm, and grabbed a chicken cub like a chicken cub to catch her.

When the palm of his hand was less than half an inch away from her, the dagger shot out from Fu Qing's sleeve, like a bolt of lightning, piercing the palm of the big man with a thousand momentum.

"Ahh

How did the big man expect this change, his eyes widened, and he took a few steps back in disbelief with his bleeding right hand. At this moment, a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, the dagger that pierced through his palm was gone, and another tearing pain came from the palm of his hand.

Fu Qing didn't know when she had jumped on the wooden table, she lowered her eyes and looked indifferently at the blood-stained blade, and said coldly,

"Don't touch me."