A small restaurant, using the word "time" as the name of the store, in the words of his previous life, is very literary and artistic, which Xu Feng never expected. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The furnishings in the store are not so literary, everything is pragmatic, the wine tank, the counter, the walls, the tables, chairs and benches are all unpretentious. Xu Feng entered the store and saw the wooden sign hanging on the counter, which said the store's signature dishes, Xu Feng had not finished reading the name of the dish on the sign, and heard Jiang Liao instruct Xiao Er: Trouble, two servings of white rice, a plate of roasted vegetables.

Xiao Er's expression was obviously stunned, the town was full of high-rollers, and they couldn't leave the wine and meat, these two little brothers were not monks who were ready to become monks!

Jiang Liao glanced at Xu Feng a little apologetically. Xu Feng was also helpless for a while, and waved his hand and said: Don't burn the vegetables, change the sauce beef!

Getting along with people in the rivers and lakes, Xiao Er's dough exercises have long been proficient, and after being stunned for a while, his demeanor is still respectful, and he promises loudly and goes to the back.

Jiang Liao's wind swept like clouds, a bowl of white rice quickly bottomed out, and he looked back and forth with his half-full stomach. Xu Feng shook his head and took out half of the rice in his bowl to Jiang Liao, Jiang Liao smiled awkwardly and ate again.

In the narrow door of the store, the sun is dimly shining, and a customer enters. The guest, dressed in black, wearing a hat to cover half of his face, walked very slowly, sat down very slowly, and was sitting opposite Xu Feng's table.

A young, pale face could be faintly seen from the bottom edge of the kasama.

Xiao Er greeted him and asked, "What is the guest officer?"

The man was silent for a moment, and then said softly: I will give you this sword, and serve me a bowl of beef noodles.

Xiao Er didn't misunderstand, this person didn't eat the overlord's meal, he really didn't have any silver. Jianghu people pay attention to faithfulness, and they don't want to mix up when they eat overlord meals at the ferry port where the gang is mixed. Xiao Er saw that this person was dressed in rivers and lakes, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, this store does not accept swords, only silver."

There was a long silence again.

The old shopkeeper behind the counter, the moment the man in black entered the store, he felt a cold sense on this person, cold and direct, sitting there in black clothes was like a stone in the cold rain for many days in the cold winter. The shopkeeper didn't think much about it, beckoned Xiao Er to come over, and brought a bowl of thin rice soup with a clear bottom and a plate with steamed buns.

"Our store has a small business, and we can only send a steamed rice soup to the guest officer for free, and invite the guest officer Haihan. ”

The man sat very straight, slowly took off the hat, his pale face was full of dust, his expression was indifferent, he nodded slightly to the shopkeeper, slowly finished eating the rice soup and steamed buns, and then closed his eyes, thinking about his next journey while pranayama.

This young man's name is Jing Qi, a member of the Akita Gang, although he is young, the rivers and lakes are already very old. He has been in the gang for five years, and this helpless, born orphan has long regarded the gang as his home.

A few days ago, a rudder of the Akita Gang in Huizhou was ambushed and annihilated by the old rival Shanshuitang, dozens of gangs were killed, Jing Qi led several of his brothers, cut down countless enemies, desperately broke through, and in the end, only seven people fought their way out of the encirclement and fled all the way to the north.

Shanshuitang sent the elite to chase after them, and went to the border between Huizhou and Zhongzhou, where Jing Qi's brothers were successively damaged, and they themselves were seriously injured and fled here alone.

Jing Qi grew up in a group of gang men, and has lived a life of fighting and killing since he can remember, and he is no stranger to chasing and fleeing. It's just that this time, because of the betrayal of a traitor, more than 20 people were suddenly attacked and killed by more than 100 enemies.

With a cold and resolute character, Jing Qi was lucky to escape the siege with more than ten years of fighting and rich experience in hiding.

In the autumn of the Liangjie River, the river water is already cold and biting, Jing Qi has been soaking in the river for three hours, relying on a reed to breathe. In order not to be frozen, exercise the underwater body from time to time, maintain body temperature and vitality. The sound of chasing and killing on both sides of the river completely disappeared, and then he carefully climbed onto the river bank. The sky is already dark, hunger in the stomach is secondary, cold is the greatest threat, once you fall ill, you will definitely die.

Facing the net laid by Shanshuitang, Jing Qi chose to take the mountain road, but unexpectedly met two men who were checking outside the town!

The two men had already noticed that it was impossible to dodge, and their physical strength at this time could not run far. Jing Qi could only suppress Limao and walked towards the two.

There was still a distance of five feet between the two of them, and in the dim twilight, a dark dart had flown out like lightning, hitting one of them in the throat, because of the lack of strength, did not shoot through the throat, obliquely inserted into the neck, hot blood rushed out of the throat, and a layer of red mist appeared in the slightly cold air. The man hadn't fully reacted, and his hands tried to hold his bleeding throat, but it was too late, and he just put his hands in front of his chest, and fell straight to the ground.

At the same time as the dart was fired, Jing Qi had already begun to run forward with all his strength, as if he was going to chase a meteor-like dart, and the long sword was diagonally in front of him. Another strong man had already reacted, raised the Pu knife in his hand, and took a step forward to meet him.

The swords intersected, Jing Qi only used seven points of strength, the long sword went downward, and one turned from a stab to a flirtat, the strong man was frightened, and hurriedly retreated, dodging this tricky sword.

The power of one move has made Jing Qi's mouth sweet, full of sweat, and the days of hard fighting and fleeing, coupled with sword wounds, have made Jing Qi to the verge of collapse.

The strong man has also been fighting for a long time, and he has already seen that Jing Qi's physical strength is not strong and his stamina is insufficient, so he thinks about killing this young man and taking his head to the main hall to exchange for white silver. At the moment of life and death, Jing Qi closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, mobilized his only mind to prevent himself from fainting, and waved a semicircle in front of him with both hands holding his sword.

The starting point of the semicircle just met with the blade that was chopped down, and with a bang, he unloaded part of the power from the knife, and then ignored the chopped Pu knife, and came to the chest of the big man along the arc-shaped trajectory, and stabbed it very quickly, stabbing it fiercely on the heart of the big man, and with a plop, the two fell to the ground at the same time. The big man stared until he died, looking at the Pu Dao deeply embedded in Jing Qi's shoulder blades.

Jing Qi turned the two moves of blocking and stabbing into one, and stabbed the last enemy to death at the cost of his own serious injuries. Jing Qi's spirit lying on the ground had already begun to trance, and he was holding on to the idea of immortality in his heart, looking at the blood that was bubbling white and meandering in front of him. Jing Qi tilted his head and sucked on his chapped lips.

He was no longer able to tell whether the enemy's blood was his own or his own, but Jing Qi knew that he needed heat and warmth.

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After a long time, Jing Qi opened his eyes, and his pale face was already a little ruddy.

Xu Feng motioned to Jiang Liao to take out some silver and go over to help this person from the rivers and lakes, Jiang Liao didn't seem to see Xu Feng's understanding at all, and looked around the store with a blank face, holding the money bag tightly in his hand.

Xu Feng didn't pay attention to it, looked at the wooden sign above the counter, and shouted: I will pay for this guest officer's silver, one for each spicy chicken and roasted herring, and two taels of koji wine!

Jing Qi's hand holding the sword tightened slightly, and he glanced up at Xu Feng, who smiled at him.

In a moment, the dishes have been served, the spicy chicken is full of oil, the fresh and tender chicken is fried into light yellow, and the meat aroma exudes a good smell of peppercorns; after the herring is steamed, the fire is overoiled, and some green and white chives are sprinkled on the fish, which makes people's appetite move.

Jing Qi was not polite, he ate again, and he still ate very slowly, as if eating was the only thing in the world, as if he had not eaten for many years and was very unfamiliar with eating, Jing Qi ate very carefully, and even the fish bones were picked out one by one, eaten clean, and lined up on the edge of the plate.

Both the main dish and the dishes used as ingredients were eaten on the plates, and every coriander leaf on the herring was eaten, leaving two bare plates and an empty wine jug.

This meal was not a sumptuous meal, it was eaten for an hour, Jiang Liao also watched it for an hour, and looked at it so seriously, as if he had never known that there was such a thing as eating in the world, looking at the fish on the plate, looking at the wine flowing out of the wine jug, the open mouth, the wriggling throat, looking at Jiang Liao and making him thirsty,...... So I also asked Xiao Er for a free bowl of thin rice soup.

Jing Qi finished eating slowly, breathed for a while, hugged his fist steadily towards Xu Feng, and walked out of the restaurant slowly.

The young man looked up at the sky, the dark clouds in the west were churning, and the sky was lower, which was a good time to hide his way. After dozens of days of life and death struggle, at this moment he finally had a chance to breathe, Jing Qi exhaled lightly, and stepped into the twilight of heaven and earth.