Dong Zhongying held the reins of the white horse and looked at the old Yang Pavilion in front of him inexplicably.

The sky was still sunny above Fang Cai's head, but he didn't expect it to be cloudy in a blink of an eye, and if he didn't smile for a while, it became the surging trend.

Old Yang stood up from the low stool, pointed at the white horse with a dry tobacco pouch and asked again: "Let me ask you, let me ask you how this horse came from?"

Dong Zhongying frowned slightly, her face was already displeased, and her eyes were fixed on Yang Guan Lao.

The tall crown of the poplar tree in the back garden was swayed by the strong wind, and then I looked at the old Yang Pavilion standing under the tree, pointed at Dong Zhongying with a dry tobacco pouch and scolded: "Trouble the funeral door! Let me out! I won't accept you here!"

Dong Zhongying was taken aback for a while when she heard this, she never imagined that this guy would dare to talk to herself like this: "Do you think you are a good thing?"

"Get out!" Elder Yang couldn't help but yell, and more than a dozen guys with sticks suddenly rushed out on both sides.

Dong Zhongying glanced at it, sneered and said, "Okay, okay! You dare to talk to me like this! Haha, you wait for me!" After that, he sneered and turned away.

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The rain dripped from the eaves onto the raccoon flower at the door, and it couldn't help but make the flower droop.

At this time, Dong Zhongying had already returned to his mansion in the back street of the Xidu Border City Chamber of Commerce, he was really angry, he never imagined that the elder Yang Pavilion would treat himself with such an attitude, and he sat in the hall with a frown The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his surname Yang was a little stable, and he actually shook his majesty with me, the young master?

"Cao San!" Dong Zhongying called out loudly.

Someone outside the door answered, and walked into the hall quickly, only to see this Cao San thin and tall man, with a long white face and a pink scar on his neck.

"Young master. Cao San stood in front of Dong Zhongying and saluted.

"I'll tell you two things, one is to send a message to Grandpa and tell him that I want to replace that Yang Pavilion Elder!" After thinking about it, he continued: "The second is that you take Zhixi and Bowu to check the details of the white horse master. From the bottom of his heart, he also wanted to know why Yang Guan Lao was like this.

Cao San was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Dong Zhongying: "Tell Tao Er again and let him come to see me." ”

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The night rain was deep, Cao San took Zhixian and Bowu, and the three of them walked into an art gallery in this Xidu City under the rain, asked for an elegant room, and ordered a table full of wine and delicacies.

Bo Wu picked up the pork knuckle with spiced and hundred fruit smoked sauce and bit it hard, and the corners of his mouth leaked oil: "Third brother, what does the young master mean is to let us find the man?

Zhi Yan picked up the flask and poured a glass, and said with a smile in the dialect of the Western Regions Border City: "Old Wu, it's awkward to talk about your bulk Zhongzhou dialect, so don't say it." ”

Bowu squinted and smiled, opened his mouth wide and bit his elbow again.

After a while, three women walked in from outside the door of the elegant room, holding sweet wine made of melons from the Western Regions in their hands, and sat next to them with a smile.

Cao San was also not polite, grabbed one of the women and exerted force in his arms, and the woman sat softly on Cao San's lap, Cao San only felt the fragrance for a while. This Cao San smiled and said in Biancheng dialect: "None of us were killed at that time, he should still be alive." After that, he turned to ask the woman in his arms in Zhongzhou dialect: "You Ren Hong, can Ren Niang be in the store?"

"We don't know where Ren Niang is. The woman in Cao San's arms smiled and said, "There is a saying in Zhongzhou that if you have milk, you are a mother, do you see if my milk is enough to be your mother?" Cao San smiled and pinched it with his hand, it was really a shampoo warm chicken head meat, the taste was like stuffing it with crisp, it was a gentle village to see the mandarin ducks, but suddenly the woman in Cao's arms shouted angrily: "You light, it hurts people!"

But this Cao San didn't pay attention to it at all, and the woman screamed and broke free, knocked over the wine cup on the table, and shouted loudly: "Who gave you the guts? Dare to go wild in this Wenxiang Building! Come on! Come on!" The other two women also shouted loudly.

As soon as this shout fell, I heard a noisy footsteps outside the door, and saw the seven or eight guys from Wen Xianglou breaking through the door, looking at Cao San and the others coldly, the leader was dressed extremely exquisitely, with a short sword hanging from his waist, obviously the head of these people.

"If you're looking for fun, we're here to welcome you! But if we're going to make trouble, we're not vegetarians!" The leader held the hilt of his sword in his left hand, and didn't look at anyone squarely.

Cao San rubbed his hands, leaned back in the chair and said, "I came to find your boss Ren Hong, but this girl took advantage of me with her tongue, just joking and educating her." ”

"What kind of thing are you? A group of barbarians from the Western Regions are also worthy of seeing our Ren Niang?" the leader gritted his teeth and glared: "Don't be ignorant! Get out of here!"

After hearing this, Bowu suddenly got up, threw away the elbow in his hand, took a few steps forward and walked in front of the guys, and said angrily: "Barbarian? Who do you say is a barbarian?"

One of the men shouted, "You!

As soon as he had said this, Bovu took another step forward, almost face to face with the man who answered. The answering guy did not show weakness and slammed his forehead into Bowu. He thought that Bowu would instinctively react and dodge backwards, but he never thought that this Bowu not only did not dodge, but instead met his face, and this time it hit Bowu's nose, and blood immediately flowed out of his nostrils.

"Who do you say is a brute!" Bovu took another step forward, ignoring the nosebleed, and the fellow had to take a few steps back.

"You're playing tricks on me?" the man raised his stick and smashed it at Bowu's head.

Bo Wu didn't dodge, he took a stick with his head, and Zhiyan who was next to him also stood up when he saw this, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was pressed against his chest by the man who led the waist with a short sword.

"Stop!" After Cao San finished speaking, he rubbed the Yintang acupoint, slowly stood up and said, "I just want to ask your Ren Niang about something, why bother." As he spoke, he patted Zhiyan on the shoulder and motioned for him to take a step back.

Seeing that the situation had eased, the man who led the sword put down the sword in his hand, he looked at Cao San and walked up to him with a sigh and said, "Why bother, it really hurts the peace." ”

As the words fell, Cao San's left hand quickly picked up the wine jug from the table and smashed it into the face of the leader of the sword, only to hear the leader scream, and the fragments of the wine jug pierced his face, and also cut Cao San's left hand. At this moment, Cao San's right hand did not stop, clenched his right fist and hit the leader's temple fiercely, the raised left hand was bleeding, and took the head of the beaten person moving to the left, grabbed the bun and pressed his head down, and then raised his right knee and slammed it upward, firmly on the leader's face.

Almost at the same time, Bowu, who was beside him, roared and rushed into the crowd, but saw him grab the head of one of them with his left and right hands, and the two of them hit each other hard, and the blood splattered. The Zhixian who followed closely also rushed into the crowd with a strange smile, and took out two small golden gourd hammers from behind his waist with both hands, and wherever the hammer head hit, there were human heads, and in an instant, ten thousand peach blossoms bloomed.

The three women who were still shouting on the side instantly lost their faces and collapsed to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, except for the three women, the rest of the guys were lying on the ground.

Cao San wiped his hands with the window screen, leaned over and dragged the sword leader's hair, lifted him up, let out a long breath, and said in a low voice: "Why can't people communicate well with each other?"

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At night, the old man of the Yang Pavilion returned to the back hall from the courtyard of the Jinjun Pavilion, and it was already pouring rain outside.

He has known Zhanhong for many years, and he recognized this "Silver Armor Yingxue" as Zhanhong's mount at a glance. Yang Guan Lao paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking that it would be fine if this Dong Zhongying robbed someone else's horse, let alone robbed a horse, even if Dong Zhongying robbed someone else's newly married daughter-in-law, he could settle things through a relationship, but he grabbed Zhanhong's horse.

"Someone. "The old man of the Yang Pavilion instructed the maid to bring pen and paper, and he wanted to pass the news to Yang Gong and the head of the Dong family in the border city.

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There was a thunderclap, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Cao San leaned back on the chair, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and not far in front of him, stood a thirty-seven or eight-year-old bewitching woman, not tall and plump, it was none other than Ren Hong.

Ren Hong smiled all over his face, and said softly: "Three masters, what a big deal, why make such a fuss?" After speaking, he instructed his subordinates to help up the chair on the ground, and said with a smile after sitting down: "This is the capital of Shangjing, the capital of Taisho, at the feet of the Son of Heaven." At this point, Ren Hong's eyes became sharp, and he said coldly: "I don't see that the faces are from my country, and it will not be good for you and me if this matter is going to make a big fuss." ”

Cao San drank all the wine in the wine glass, put down the wine glass and said with a smile: "What you said is that we don't want to do this either, I really heard that you know everything in this Xidu City, so I want to ask you about someone." Seeing Ren Hong's expressionless face, he continued: "In this Xidu City, there are men who ride white horses. ”

Ren Hong laughed out loud when she heard this, and said while laughing: "Haha, there are hundreds of thousands of people and livestock outside the city, and there are countless merchants coming and going, which white horse are you looking for?"

Cao San raised his hand and kneaded the Yintang acupoint, shook his head slightly, and after thinking for a while, he described the appearance of the white horse and the appearance of the horse rider.

Ren Hong squinted at the portrait of the man, and thought for a moment before speaking, "I don't know this person." ”

Cao San nodded, stood up, took out five gold coins from his arms and put them on the table, and the three of them walked out of the elegant room without looking back.

Seeing this, the woman kneeling at Ren Hong's feet hurriedly raised her hand and grabbed the corner of Ren Hong's skirt, and said miserably: "Ren Niang, just let them go?"

Ren Hong sighed and said, "Yi'er, you should be careful when you speak in the future, don't be so fast." Then he said, "What can we do if we don't let them go?"

After saying this, the room fell silent for a while, some of the men and women on both sides lowered their heads and looked at their toes, and some stared at the few corpses in the pool of blood.

After a while, Yi'er leaned her head on Ren Niang's lap and asked, "Who are they looking for?"

"A madman. Ren Hong said with a smile, reaching out and touching Yi'er's head.

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Cao San, who walked out of the art hall, took the hat handed by Zhixian and put it on his head, pinched the Yintang acupoint, and after a little thought, he took Zhixian and Bowu towards the Jinjun Pavilion.

The streets are sparsely populated, the rain reflects the halo of lanterns, the thunder is sometimes hurried and sometimes forbearing, the chatter and laughter in the wine shops are intertwined with the chanting of the courtesans in the piano building, and a few rats flash in the eyes of the beggars huddled in the dark corners, they jump on the window edge, get into the house through the torn window paper, step on the blood on the ground with their paws, smell the food, and suddenly "squeak" The ground screamed, and they were frightened by the chaotic footsteps of the people in the house, who were carrying several corpses on the ground onto straw mats, preparing to send the corpse bearers called the ghost market to the mass grave in the east of Xidu City.

At this time, the lights in the back hall of the Jinjun Pavilion were on, and the old Yang Pavilion had already sent someone to send the letter, while he was sitting in the hall, still irritable in his heart, staring at the flickering candle flame and smoking a cigarette. With a thunderclap, a servant came outside the door to report, and Cao San and others asked to see him.

"Old Yang Guan, you also know that the young master is young and vigorous, please forgive me. Cao San saluted, straight to the point and asked: "I have gone around in a circle, I still have to ask you to come out, I want to know what is the origin of the master of the white horse?" ”

The elder of the Yang Pavilion pondered for a long time and spoke.