When the scribe heard this, he was not angry, but with a faint smile, he calmly turned his head and glanced at the leader, raised his eyebrows, and his gaze froze, and in an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed, becoming extremely sharp and murderous, and the leader was glared at by him, and he actually took three steps back, what kind of eyes were that? From his gaze, the leader seemed to see a hellish scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which made him tremble, unstable on his footing, and had to retreat, as if the hellish scene of the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was about to rush out of the seemingly weak body of the literati and drown him in the next moment. Who would have thought that this white-robed scribe would become so murderous the next moment?

"What? aren't you going to chop me up?" the middle-aged man said and stood up, stepped in front of Wang Zhiyun, almost face to face, and shouted: "Why don't you do it yet? Could it be that General Yang's subordinates are just unseeded cowards like you? This is how he Yang Zhenbei led the troops? My soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty are like you?" With a bang, in the end, he didn't know what he was tripping under his feet, one was unstable, fell to the ground, but did not get up immediately, but lay on the ground with sweat on his forehead and looked up at the reader in his mouth in front of him, just now he felt that the scholar in front of him, who was even a head shorter than him, was like an ancient beast with the momentum of thunder, pressing towards him step by step, forcing him to retreat, not daring not to retreat, as if he would be crushed and shattered if he did not retreat. That feeling was only experienced once when he faced the advance of the tall and powerful alien army on the Lanzhou front line for the first time, that is, that time he was frightened and became a deserter, which became his nightmare all along, every time he woke up in a dream was panic screaming, covered in cold sweat, and now, the nightmare came again, and he seemed to have returned to the Lanzhou front.

Quiet, terrible quiet, smellable silence of falling pins, the people present at this moment seem to have cast a fixation spell, and they are so shocked by what is happening in front of them that they dare not move, including the shopkeeper Li who is behind the counter with two silver bills and his eyes are shining - after all, this is the usual income for several days, after all, two catties of cotton beef are only twenty yuan, even if the room money is added, it is only fifty yuan, including Sanya, who is standing next to him, didn't he see that his mouth was wide open and his eyes widened? Compared with the righteous name of the Blood Wolf Gang, their soldiers are iron-blooded and wolf-like ferocious, as for the middle-aged man's daughter, she just glanced at it lightly, and then patted her forehead as if she had a headache, and looked out the window, and the minions of the bandit gang were sweating all over, as if they were under some huge pressure, and they were so scared that they couldn't say a word. But such a strange scene is really the first time to experience, what have they experienced?

Just now, when the scholars stood up, they saw that their boss was being provoked, and some of them were about to draw their knives, but at this moment, a huge pressure like a mountain covered them, making them unable to move, as if God would not let them move, and they all said that the world is so big, what other character can be bigger than the sky? If the sky doesn't let you move, you can't move, not even move your little finger, let alone pull out the laborious work of drawing a knife. They had a feeling that they were fighting with the heavens if they wanted to move at this time, but who could fight with the heavens? And with each step the scribe took, the pressure on their bodies seemed to be heavier, and they even had to press them down, and they had to hold on or lean against the walls of the tables and chairs around them so that they would not fall.

This feeling of helplessness and helplessness simply drove them crazy. They just want this feeling to hurry over, so that they can help their boss up, otherwise they will have to be punished again when they go back. The rewards and punishments within the Blood Wolf Gang are clear, and the rewards are heavy, but the punishments are even heavier, so how can the whip of the law enforcement team be easy to endure? How can there be a reason for the boss to lie on the ground with his feet facing the sky, but to stand upright as a subordinate?

Fortunately, as Wang Zhiyun fell, this pressure faded like a tide, and several gang members simply sat down on the ground, one by one they were so tired that they were panting like cows, and they were sweating profusely. At this time, even if you want to help yourself up, you also need to have strength, right?

And the middle-aged scribe, the initiator of all this, just smiled lightly, as if he was very satisfied with the effect, but said disdainfully: "Hmph, a puppet." Turned around, flicked his sleeves, put his hands in the sleeves of his huge robe, put his back behind him, strolled back to his desk, dusted off the dust that did not exist on the seat with his sleeves, Shi Shiran sat down, picked up the teacup and took another sip, Xu was disgusted with the poor tea in this remote place in the northwest, frowned, and fell to the ground casually, but then there was a helpless look on his face, he shook his head, sighed, and filled himself with another glass, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him or that he was the victim. These actions were all done in the astonished gaze of the people around him, and he himself seemed to not care about the gaze of others, just taking care of his own tea. Then he said: "Xiao Er, the tea is cold, it's time to change!"

Not to mention the few gangs who sat on the ground in shock and fear, thinking about what kind of taboo they had committed, as soon as they went out today, they kicked the iron plate and met the living Hades. Our protagonist Sanya also dropped his jaw in shock, not surprised by the power of the middle-aged man - Sanya himself didn't feel anything in the confrontation just now, and the same as Boss Li, the shopkeeper Li and the girl sitting by the window - but surprised that there are still such people in the world who are not afraid of death, dare to compete with the people of the Blood Wolf Gang, especially offended by a squad leader-level character. Yes, squad leader, the black iron token that the black-faced man slapped on the table just now is the identity of the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang.

It's also interesting to say, the internal position division of the Blood Wolf Gang is not the bandit general boss as most people think, the second boss, the hall master, Gang leader or something, it's like the regular army of the Yan Dynasty, from bottom to top, divided into small flags, squads, squadrons, general flags, brigades, each small flag is ten people set up a flag chief, every three small flags are a small team, set a small team leader, every three squads are a squadron, set a squadron leader, every three squadrons are a general flag, set a partial general, every three general flags are a large team, set a deputy general, above the deputy general is the general, and the only general, Yang Zhenbei.

Speaking of this Yang Zhenbei's experience is also a legend of the empire, which will not be shown here for the time being. But this is also the reason why folklore has an official background in the Blood Wolf Gang, otherwise if you think about it, how could a good imperial general become the leader of the bandits? A bandit gang that crisscrosses the northwest and roars back and forth uses the establishment of the imperial army, how can it not make people suspect that there is no cat in it? Moreover, it is said every year that the bandits are suppressed, but how can the bandits become more and more prosperous later? Now the bloody reputation of the Blood Wolf Gang is like thunder in the three northern states, and it can stop children from crying at night. There is even a saying in the northwest: "Rather provoke the government than recruit blood wolves." "There was a corrupt official in the northwest to do a big case, lucky to abscond and killed the blood wolf gang to intercept a flag commander, this is a hornet's nest, it is said that the person has fled to Haizhou to go to sea, the result is to chase 90,000 miles, take the head of the person to return, hanging in the head of Qingzhou City.

It is precisely these legends that make Sanya surprised by the courage of this scribe, and at the same time surprised by the performance of these gangsters today. Look at the ground, is this still the terrifying Blood Wolf Gang? Look at it again, on this seat, is this still a weak scholar in the water town south of the Yangtze River? So much so, when he heard the scribe's voice, Sanya was still stunned for a moment before he knew that he was calling himself, so he hurriedly brought a pot of tea and water to the scribe to change, and his face became more and more respectful, thinking that the scribe was afraid that the northwest wind and sand were heavy and the dust was heavy, and he was afraid of dirtying his clothes, so he helped him wipe the table, but his face was full of smiles. At the same time, there are some other thoughts in my heart.

He is already twelve years old, and if he doesn't go to join the army in a few years, he may marry the fat girl next door, inherit his cheap father's shop, and bury himself in the account books from then on. As for the old man who came a few years ago, I guess he won't come. However, he had also heard from his guests how wonderful and wonderful things outside the town were, how strange the people outside were, how vast and lofty the outside world was, and to be honest, the world was so big, he wanted to see it.

Perhaps because he knew from his cheap father that he was an orphan without a father and mother for as long as he could remember, unlike other children, he had been thinking about some more profound questions since he was a child. When someone else's child is still staring at how to pee under his crotch all day long, or even looking at people under his crotch, he is already thinking: Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going, what will my life be like, what am I going to be, or, who am I like? Questions like these haunted him for the first few years of his life, sometimes as if a pair of big invisible hands were blindfolded over his eyes, leaving him in the dark, unable to see the answers he wanted, unable to see the road under his feet, and unable to see the truth of the world.

But all this has been solved with the advent of the old gentleman in a few years, it is the old gentleman and not the bad old man or the fortune teller who cheats to eat and drink, an old man who can know the ancient stars should at least be an old-timer with a university question rather than a bad old man who no one cares about chatter, a warlock who can change the power of heaven and earth on his own, at least a senior master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, not a fortune teller who happens to pass by and lives by coaxing children, is so unbearable, day and night after the old gentleman leaves, our protagonist is constantly replaying the bits and pieces of the encounter with the old man in his mind. Constantly chewing and reminiscing, combined with the anecdotes I have heard in the past few years, simple reasoning, and bold conjectures, the truth finally became clear.

When the truth is known, our protagonist once secretly cursed his own stupidity and short-sightedness, sometimes the truth is in front of our eyes, but we are unwilling or unable to open our eyes even a slit to see, but what can we blame him, after all, he is just a few years old, for the children of Kyushu, eight years old, that is still an age to pee and play with mud. But fortunately, so far he finally knows that he is Lian Chen, and the meaning behind this name is both noble and heavy, and he is from the imperial capital, and he will return to the imperial capital one day to find out his life experience. Lian Chen has a feeling that there should be a bigger secret hidden behind his life experience. Only the last question is not easy to solve, what kind of person does he want to be? If there was no answer to this question before, but today, now, he has an answer. Although I don't know what this scribe did, but just looking at the effect, it looks really powerful! In the words of Lao Huang's unreliable son next door, it is "unclear and powerful". The most important thing is that the scribe today is much more handsome than the old gentleman looked at the beginning. I just don't know who is more powerful than the two of them?

Sure enough, as if he could hear the voice in his heart, the scribe glanced at him and said with a smile, "What?