Bai Ze took the red-doted Wang Ba and patrolled the river beach to see if any suspicious scholars appeared. As it got late, Feng Sheng, who was still struggling with the turtle, came into Bai Ze's eyes.

Bai Ze saw that this person was dressed as a scholar, his eyes lit up, and he led Wang Ba over. When he got closer, he saw that the eight kings on the ground really had white spots on his head, and Bai Ze already knew in his heart that this person should be the protagonist of the story of the eight kings - Feng Sheng.

Without waiting for Bai Ze to speak, Feng Sheng looked at Bai Ze carefully, and asked with a slight uncertainty: "Are you, Zheng Dagou?"

Bai Ze was worried that he had no words, and when he saw that Feng Sheng recognized his plot identity, he immediately smiled on his face, hunched his waist and stepped forward and said:

"Feng Gongzi, it's me! Isn't this the one who owes you five taels of silver, I caught a big turtle, and I happened to see you ......"

Feng Sheng frowned, thinking that Bai Ze was also going to use Wang Ba to pay off his debts, so he didn't have the good luck to interrupt Bai Ze's words, and said viciously:

"Okay, do you see this one on the ground? I don't need a turtle now, you can go to the city and sell your turtle first, and then pay me back." ”

Bai Ze's throat froze, and he said with a wry smile on his face: "Feng Gongzi, I didn't mean that. ”

Feng Sheng's mood was not good today, and when he heard this, his face sank and said, "Then you didn't want to pay back the money!"

There is no way, the money owed to others will have to endure the face, Bai Ze can only endure this breath and explain cheekily:

"Feng Gongzi is like this. My family has been fishing for many years, and I always feel that fish is also a life, and it always kills to hurt the peace. Today I happened to catch a big turtle, I think this turtle is very spiritual, and I plan to release it. When I got here, I happened to see that you also have a big turtle......"

The more Feng Sheng listened, the worse his mood became, his brain that was anesthetized by alcohol thought that Bai Ze wanted to save Yin virtue and be a good person, but he asked him to release the turtle for free together, Feng Sheng's face became more and more ugly.

Bai Ze glanced at Feng Shengtieqing's face, and immediately understood, so he simply didn't say anything about persuasion, and said straight with a blank check:

"Let's put it this way, Childe, you give me this turtle, and I will buy it. But I don't have any money for the time being, and in a few days, I'll pay you back with the original five taels of silver!"

Feng Sheng's face looked a little better. Just now, he was dizzy, thinking that this turtle had a profit, and promised the fisherman to settle the account with the turtle. But now he realized that he couldn't bring this turtle into the city in a chic way.

Feng Sheng admired the elegance of the literati, he would rather take ten taels of silver and release the turtle than lose face and carry the turtle into the city.

But now Bai Ze sells turtles on credit, although he still hasn't seen any cash, but he hasn't lost money. Thinking of this, Feng Sheng happily made a price of ten taels and sold the turtle to Bai Ze.

But on the accounts of the money, Feng Sheng felt more and more drunk, and he didn't care about Bai Ze, who was communicating with the turtle, and immediately walked towards Linzhao County, which was not far away, thinking about going home and sleeping.

Feng Sheng didn't go far crookedly, and bumped into a master and a servant who were in a hurry.

The master's face was flushed, his body was thin, his chin was half a foot long, and although he looked in a hurry, he had an air of not being angry and arrogant.

It's just that Feng Sheng was already a little drunk, and he was blown by the river wind, and he was drunk, and the middle-aged man he saw in his eyes was drunk.

In Feng Sheng's eyes, this middle-aged man had a drunken flush on his face, walked staggeringly, and was hit by him, with a drunken anger on his face, as if he was going to beat him.

Feng Sheng took a step back and said with drunken eyes: "You drunkard, get out of the way!"

The servant next to him saw that the master was hit, and the person who hit the person was not inferior, and the master insulted the servant to death, and the little guy immediately stepped forward.

Don't look at this little guy with his waist bent, his body is thin, and he looks malnourished, but his strength is not small, he grabbed Feng Sheng's collar and asked loudly:

"Don't you walk long-eyed!"

The middle-aged man stopped the little man, looked Feng Sheng up and down with a puzzled face, and asked:

"Who are you?"

Feng Sheng smoothed his wrinkled collar, anger mixed with wine, but he was afraid that the two drunks on the other side would hit him, and he didn't dare to scold, so he could only say in a muffled voice: "Walking!"

The little guy stepped forward to stop Feng Sheng, and said angrily: "You hit my master, don't talk about delaying things." My master asks you, don't you have a name or surname? Why do you just say that you are walking!"

Feng Sheng was impatient and wanted to walk straight over. But the little guy had a lot of strength, and Feng Sheng couldn't break free even if he tried his best, so he had to stop and ask:

"What's your name?"

The little guy was about to have a seizure, but the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, stopped the little guy, and said with a smile:

"I am the Eight Kings of Chaohu, and I am also the old Lingyin of the Southern Capital, I don't know if you have heard of me?"

Feng Sheng burped, and finally couldn't help but scold:

"You just blow it! What is the Great Wangba, Ling Yin's, how can there be this place in the Great Sage Dynasty! You drunk man has drunk enough horse urine and dares to hit me, do you know who I am!"

Where can the little guy endure the humiliation of his own king, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, the round arm gave Feng Sheng a big mouth, this mouth was heavy enough, and Feng Sheng's head was crooked, and one tooth fell out.

The Eight Kings didn't stop the little guy's movements, and when Feng Sheng's head turned back, the smile on his face did not fade at all and asked:

"Oh, who are you?"

Feng Sheng looked left and right timidly, not daring to speak, for fear of being beaten again.

At this moment, a voice came from afar: "He's a drunkard!

Bai Ze finally arrived with the two kings, but before anyone arrived, he shouted loudly.

The Eight Kings saw Bai Ze's eyes lit up, and in his eyes, there was a faint aura overflowing from the large and small wounds on Bai Ze's body, not to mention that Bai Ze's eyes calmly believed in his name.

The two big turtles broke free from Bai Ze and ran to the feet of the eight kings and trembled, this was the first time in the lives of the two little goblin turtles that they had ever been so close to the old ancestor, and the two turtles were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Bai Ze arched his hand and said politely:

"My brother has drunk too much, and I am here to apologize for his offend, and ask the Eight Kings to forgive him for his disrespectful sin. ”

Feng Sheng was so awakened by this mouth that he saw someone helping him out of the siege, so he hurriedly echoed with his exposed mouth:

"Yes, yes, yes, I drank too much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The Eight Kings gestured to the little guy, and the little guy nodded, glared at Feng Sheng, and let go of his hand.

Feng Sheng immediately turned around and ran without looking back, and disappeared after a while.

Bai Ze's palms were full of sweat, and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile. The white-spotted turtle is not the eight kings, the middle-aged man in front of him is!

But wealth and wealth have come to this point, and it is impossible for Bai Ze to retreat.