"Bang!" the two let go of their hands, and Meng Tiance sat on the ground. Before he could cry out in pain, the two shoes on his feet were gone.

"Damn, there really is, there are quite a few!"

"10,000, 20,000, 50,000, 100,000......"

The two masked men surrounded the two stinking shoes, counted the silver tickets, and divided the dirt. After a while, only two broken shoes were left.

"The two of us will confiscate these silver tickets, and I'll buy you a pair of shoes later!" Jiao Yang'er glanced at Meng Tiance's two feet, and said disdainfully: "It's so stinky, it's really bitter for those shoes!"

"Don't be bitter, we'll send you a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone later, and you can draw whatever you want!" Jia Fugui took his own careful thoughts and helped Meng Tiance up.

"Shopkeeper, it's still your intimacy!" Meng Tiance grimaced, smiled, and limped out of the alley with the two of them.

"It's really a thrilling day!" Jia Fugui lay on the bed with his feet facing the sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I can finally sleep well!"

After a while, Jia Fugui's snoring resounded throughout the room. The two who were awake lost their sleepiness and looked at each other and smiled, very helpless.

"Go out for a walk?" Meng Tiance suggested.

Jiao Yang'er nodded. The two got up, closed the door, and went out. As soon as he left the inn, Meng Tiance spoke up and said, "Accompany me to a place?"

Jiao Yang'er nodded, expressionless.

A ruined bell tower near the palace, with a man lying on the roof and a man standing in the cloister.

"How is Fengxi's palace?"

"Damn, Meng Tiance is here for a visit!" Jiao Yang'er, who got into the broken bell, saw a string of sword marks of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and said in surprise: "When have you ever done such a thing?"

Meng Tiance didn't answer, the thoughts on his face dissipated instantly, the pain and struggle gradually rose, and scarlet pictures flashed in front of him. Jiao Yang'er, who climbed to the top of the building, saw that Meng Tiance's face was wrong, and shouted anxiously: "Tiance, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Tiance, who was disturbed by the shouting, came to his senses, straightened up, and glanced disdainfully at the palace not far away, a touch of mockery hung on the corner of his mouth, and the killing intent was permeated. Suddenly, the livestock and poultry of Taikoo Shing began to cry uneasily.

"Let's go!"

Meng Tiance picked up the scorched sheep, got off the bell tower, and ran away, and the two of them were drowned in the night.

Imperial Palace, Renhe Hall.

The old slave with a pink face looked in the direction of the bell tower, bowed down and said, "Your Highness, the son of the Meng family has arrived in Taigu City!"

"When did the news get out?"

"It's noon!"

"It's too fast!" The prince, who was immersed in the review, paused in the air, raised his eyes to look at the night outside the palace gate, and sighed: "I'm a little uneasy!"

The two people who ran back to the inn leaned against the door panel, panting. Jiao Yang'er, who complained all the way, knew that there were already masters gathered around the clock tower at this time, searching for their traces.

Jiao Yang'er, who was full of questions, kept nagging and interrogating in Meng Tiance's ear. Meng Tiance went directly to the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and wrapped himself into dumplings.

"Cover you to death!" Jiao Yang'er was helpless and turned off the lights to sleep.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when the house is burglarized. A heavy snoring sound that perfectly masked the slight creak of the window.

In the alley near the inn, a black-clothed man shaped like a monkey knelt on the ground, holding a stack of silver tickets, and said, "Master!"

The man wrapped in a black robe picked up the silver ticket and sniffed it in front of his nose, showing a satisfied smile, and said, "Good job!"

A box fell to the ground, and the man wrapped in a black robe disappeared. The man in black looked at the box on the ground, his face was on the ground, and he still said reverently: "Thank you, master!"

Pick up the box on the ground and open it. A turquoise pill imprinted into the black-clothed man's pupils, making his already glowing green eyes even more dazzling. The man in black was extremely excited and swallowed his saliva. The hand reaching for the box stopped just as it was about to touch the pill. As if he had made a decision, the man in black closed the box with difficulty and disappeared into the night.

When the rooster crowed, Taikoo Cheng walked out of the darkness. In the inn, the two young men with tired faces sat on the bed, looked at the fat man next to them, and gritted their teeth.

"Tiance, in Taigu City, which one tastes good early?" Jiao Yang'er yawned, thought about it, and added, "Except for the Drunken Immortal Building!"

The sleepy-eyed Meng Tiance opened his mouth and said, "The noodles of Baiwei Zhai, the mutton soup of the library pavilion, and the steamed buns that are eaten for the sky." ”

"Let's go, let's invite you to eat steamed buns!"

"Really picky!"

The two crept out of bed. As soon as Jiao Yang'er's hand was placed on the door bolt, Jia Fugui's lazy voice sounded behind him. Jia Fugui rubbed his eyes, looked at the two thieves at the door sleepily, and said, "What are you two doing?"

"Ah, ha, let's have breakfast!" Jiao Yang'er was weak and embarrassed, and added: "Steamed buns!"

"The steamed buns are good, let's invite you to eat!" Jia Fugui looked serious.

The scorched sheep, whose chin was about to fall to the ground, was full of incredulity, and said, "Meat, are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Meng Tiance's curiosity grew.

"Steamed buns are his taboo, and he hasn't eaten them for at least ten years!"

Jia Fugui scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Steamed buns, let us rest assured, don't worry about not being able to pay the silver!"

At this point, Jiao Yang'er nodded unconsciously in agreement. Glancing at Meng Tiance, who was staring at him, Jiao Yang'er's face turned red!

"Let's go, reassuring steamed buns!" Meng Tiance did not laugh, but praised in his heart. Knowing advance and retreat, knowing the gains and losses, is the right way.

Jia Fugui, who was neatly dressed, stroked his body, and his face was not so intoxicated, but full of surprise and uneasiness.

"Our silver seems to be gone?" Jia Fugui stopped what he was doing, a little panicked.

As soon as these words came out, the two people at the door also began to touch themselves. The two of them, who frowned, had an answer in their hearts, and said in unison: "Thief!"

"Kill a thousand knives, our silver, our silver ticket!" Hearing the words of the two people at the door, Jia Fugui's roar resounded throughout the inn.

"Three times and twice, it seems that we are being targeted!" Jiao Yang'er thought for a moment and said firmly.

"Then what should we do?" Jia Fugui panicked.

"Begging!" Jiao Yang'er sneered: "The other party wants us to be embarrassed, then we will show him down!"

Meng Tiance looked at Jiao Yang'er, who was full of fighting spirit, and was very happy, and said: "It's good to have a fate, take you to ask for a few steamed buns first, and suppress the shock!"

"Haha, let's go!" Jiao Yang'er had an unexpected relief on his face.

"It's really begging!" Jia Fugui, who was a little skeptical about his life, still followed the footsteps of the two of them and went downstairs.

In the west of Taikoo City, on the dirty and messy street, there are three young men, looking up at the dilapidated signboard of a steamed bun shop, and eating is the sky.

"How's it going, shouldn't you?"

"Not bad!"

Jia Fugui, who had been educated, covered his nose, with a look of grievance and disgust, but he no longer dared to speak.

"Auntie, are you there?" Meng Tiance stretched his neck, looked at the door of the steamed bun shop, and said excitedly: "I'm Chuan'er!"

In the back room of the steamed bun shop, there was the sound of dishes cracking.

"Skewers!" A woman with tears in her eyes appeared in the steamed bun shop, looked at the somewhat emaciated young man at the door of the shop, and then pounced directly.

"Auntie, there are friends here!" said Meng Tiance, who was touched and kissed, shyly.

"Mother loves her son, it's right!" The woman let go of Meng Tiance, and then a burst of chestnuts knocked on Meng Tiance's head, and she feigned anger: "Stinky boy, how long has it been since I came to see my mother?"

"Soon, soon, two years!" Meng Tiance at this moment, like a child, naughtily hid behind the two people who were about to become wooden stakes, dodging the woman's "poisonous hand".

After frolicking for a while, the woman's expression became serious, and she looked at Meng Tiance with some pity, and said, "Come to Taigu City to do something?"

"No, I'm here with a friend!" Meng Tiance replied firmly. Immediately, he introduced the two wooden stakes beside him to the woman, and said, "Jiao Yang'er, Jia Fugui!

"What?" said the woman's face was full of horror.

Meng Tiance didn't want to continue, so he moved to the steaming steamer, grabbed the two steamed buns, threw them to the two wooden stakes at the door, and laughed: "The best steamed bun in the world, free!"

"Two little brothers, eat as much as you want, take care of your fill!" The woman who was still laughing and talking one moment ago grabbed Meng Tiance's ears viciously the next moment, like a shrew, and said sharply: "Stinky boy, you come in for me!"

Listening to the crackling sound of the inner room, the terrible howl, the two wooden stakes standing at the door were completely covered.

"What's going on?"

"You ask us, you are his shopkeeper!"

"Oh!"

The two wooden stakes still moved in the end, sitting on the threshold, nibbling on the steamed buns with relish, full of praise.