How could the people of the Divine Governor be here?

This was the first question that came to Qiu Shaohu's mind.

As a military camp institution directly under the Zhaoguo court, Fushendu and the local yamen have always been at odds, and they will basically avoid some intersections in peacetime, and even do not interact with each other in order to reduce conflicts.

So why is Cheng Xian here now? Or is it deliberately disguised?

What is he looking for the prefect Zhang Fengrong to do?

But this question only flashed through my mind for a moment.

Qiu Shaohu immediately found that he had more serious trouble at the moment.

After bumping into him, Cheng Quxian's eyes changed from confusion at the beginning to sharpness in the blink of an eye.

is like an eagle staring at its prey, staring at Qiu Shaohu to death.

There is no doubt that the other party has recognized him, and Qiu Shaohu's immediate thought is to leave quickly.

But after all, his mind slowed down.

"snapped", Cheng Fuxian suddenly grabbed his arm and clasped him like a shackle.

The martial artist's physique is really amazing, not only is his reaction almost synchronized with his consciousness, but under the vigorous grasp, the strength is in a hurry, so that Qiu Shaohu can't shake it off.

Cheng Fuxian opened his teeth and smiled, "Brother Bai, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's go to the side to catch up on the old days." ”

He had a smile on his face, but he always looked gloomy in Qiu Shaohu's eyes.

But Cheng Fuxian had already dragged him to the side, and with what he said, it was really like two old friends meeting by chance, and it didn't attract attention at all in the crowd.

Of course, Qiu Shaohu knew that Cheng Quxian was just playing cover. When I go to a place where there are few people, I am afraid that a group of masters of Fushendu will come out in an instant to take him down, and it will be really difficult for him to fly when the time comes.

But he can't compete with the opponent's brute strength, and now in the crowd, it is impossible to use those too conspicuous moves.

In the direction of the crowds, there are many other stalls on the side of the street.

It's an annual event, and the merchants of Chaomen certainly don't miss out on this opportunity, so they set up stalls in the places where the festival passes, trying to attract the most customers.

Selling melons, fruits, flowers, pastries, etc., the fragrant fragrance gradually becomes intoxicated with the warm atmosphere.

Cheng Fei first dragged Qiu Shaohu past a stall, which was a vendor selling jujube cheese.

The fiery red dates, peeled and pureed, added to goat's milk to boil, not only have the sweetness of the dates, but also carry the fragrance of goat's milk, drink it while it is hot, it can not only warm the body, but also moisturize the dry throat of pedestrians.

Qiu Shaohu suddenly raised his hand and pushed a bowl full of jujube paste cheese towards Cheng Xiangxian.

"Brother hasn't seen me for a long time, this bowl of cheese, younger brother invites you to taste it first."

The water in the bowl did not move at all, it looked very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, and the wind pressure directly pressed the entire bowl mouth, so that the drink inside did not spill.

As a martial artist, Cheng Quxian had keen senses, heard the wind, and had already subconsciously turned around, seeing something rushing towards him, without thinking, he immediately waved his hand to block it.

But he didn't want the jujube paste cheese in it to be just poured full, and before it cooled, the hot heat rubbed on the skin of Cheng Quxian's palm, making him subconsciously hide.

Although he has been trained to endure more pain than ordinary people, it is human instinct to avoid the first thing when he encounters a burning sensation such as a flame, but as a martial artist, the first thing he trains is the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

Also taking advantage of this gap, Qiu Shaohu retreated, and when the other party was negligent, he suddenly withdrew his hand and ran towards the crowded place without looking back.

"Don't go!" Cheng Fuxian casually caught the bowl of jujube paste cheese that he almost knocked over, put it back on the table of the stall next to him, and immediately chased it in the direction of Qiu Shaohu.

In the crowd of people, he was chased by others, this time Qiu Shaohu directly used his real skills, the power of "Yisu" was used, and the move of Feng Bo Luan drifted, the whole person was as light as a swallow, like a swift bird shuttling in the dense forest, without any obstacles.

Cheng Fuxian was secretly frightened in the chase behind, he couldn't catch up with the other party at his own speed, and he also watched him disappear into the crowd.

But he is still a leader of Fu Shendu in the end, and his ability to track and search for clues is far beyond others, and he still accurately found the other party's location just through the traces left by Qiu Shaohu.

Not far ahead, gongs and drums are ringing, flames scorching the heat of food, and the burnt smell of roasted spices attracts passers-by.

A merchant washes and grills a whole sheep, slices it off with a knife, and sells it to onlookers. Chaomen is on the southern seaside, and there is little mutton to eat, so everyone also thinks it is very fresh, and the onlookers are separated by a layer.

Cheng Xiangxian clearly saw that Qiu Shaohu was in the innermost, squeezed everyone and rushed in, seeing that Qiu Shaohu was also holding a knife in his hand, helping to cut a piece of meat from the roast sheep, the fat and tender sheepskin was cut by the knife, and the golden grease seeped out from it, making a loud noise.

Seeing that Cheng went to the first, Qiu Shaohu didn't stop with the knife in his hand, cut off another piece of mutton, and said, "Brother, it's rare for you to come, please pay respect to this piece of mutton first." ”

As he spoke, he threw the mutton on the knife directly towards Cheng Xiangxian.

The freshly roasted mutton, with a fiery momentum, flew towards Cheng Xiang like an arrow.

Moreover, when Qiu Shaohu shook it, he was still carrying hot oil, and the liquid flew faster, making the sound of oil splashes exploding in the air.

Cheng Quxian had just suffered a secret loss, how could he be teased again by the same move. He reacted quickly, and with a wave of his arm, the sleeves of the swallow suit covered his face, and the hot grease was blocked.

Although the sleeves were dirty, they were not splashed with hot oil, and they saved their faces.

Cheng Fuxian thought so, and at the same time, he quickly caught the mutton thrown over, and he was secretly proud in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it was another sharp wind paving, and Qiu Shaohu's voice came: "Since my brother likes mutton, I will leave this knife to you, and it is convenient to cut meat and eat it." ”

The meat knife was thrown directly by Qiu Shaohu, with the blade outward and the handle facing Cheng Xiangxian, it looked like he had deliberately handed over the handle.

Cheng Xiangxian was about to catch it, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and the meat knife suddenly turned over, turning the handle outward and the blade facing him. Now it became a fly to the face, and it was necessary to pierce himself into a transparent hole.

Of course, it was impossible for Cheng to know that this was the power of "Zhensu", and the "knife ghostwriter" changed the direction of the knife, so he could only retract the outstretched hand and dodge it at the same time.

"Snap", the knife fell directly to the ground, and everyone else was shocked.

And in the eyes of others, Cheng Fuxian didn't even catch a knife, that is, how embarrassing it would be - at least he thought so.

Cheng Fuxian was teased many times, and his anger was overflowing, seeing that Qiu Shaohu took advantage of this moment and drilled into the crowd again, he also immediately caught up, and vowed not to give up if he didn't catch the other party.

It's just that he suffered two secret losses, but this time Cheng went to the first place to have an extra heart, and he was full of vigilance along the way, for fear that Qiu Shaohu would suddenly come out again and catch him off guard.

People are in a high level of tension, and it is inevitable that the shadow of the bow and snake will be seen.

A shadow appeared beside him, and suddenly Cheng Xiangxian jumped up like a lightning strike, ready to go.

The tailor holding the scissors looked at Cheng Xiangxian in amazement, and he saw clearly that he was too sensitive, and the shadow just now was just a piece of clothing hanging next to him, and the thick fur jacket was propped up on the shelf, and the silhouette looked very much like a person.

With an apologetic smile at the tailor, Cheng Fei turned around and left first, continuing to look for Qiu Shaohu's traces.

After Cheng Fu disappeared first, Qiu Shaohu behind the shelf leaned out and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of a way to get out from the beginning, the first time he played Cheng Cheng to make him more vigilant, and the second time he let him be a soldier, thinking that he would definitely follow someone to tease him.

So the third time he saw the shadow of this dress, Cheng Fuxian would only subconsciously think it was his own trick, and when he found that nothing had happened, he would feel that he had already left, so he would ask him to search elsewhere, but in fact, the location where Qiu Shaohu was hiding was close at hand.

The whole rhythm was under Qiu Shaohu's control, and Cheng Quxian was led around by him like a beast in the wilderness. It can be said that the "temple counts in the heart" of the way of the divine machine, Qiu Shaohu is already familiar with it.

Seeing that the tailor on the side was also stunned by the sudden appearance of himself, Qiu Shaohu also smiled slightly, raised his feet and left here.

A feeling of disharmony suddenly came to his heart, like a black shadow that suddenly appeared in the vast snow, which could be swept away, but he had to be vigilant, because it meant an attack by a wild wolf.

But after a little thought, Qiu Shaohu immediately realized what he had almost ignored.

On the tailor's shelf, there was a fur jacket, and it was an extremely thick leather jacket.

Chaomen is located in the southern corner of Zhaoguo, in the north and south of the mountain, humid and warm all year round, even in the middle of winter, there is no need for such thick cotton clothes. Besides, now that spring is beginning and the climate is getting warmer, who does he plan to sell this thick cotton coat to?

Moreover, this tailor is also dressed very gorgeously, and he is dressed in Xuanhai silk, and there are no calluses left by work on his hands. You must know that "those who are all over Luo Qi are not silkworm breeders", how can a tailor afford to wear such precious silk and satin fabrics?

Qiu Shaohu turned his head abruptly and looked at the tailor again.

He seemed to have a slight smile on his face, greeting Qiu Shaohu as if he wanted to take care of a guest.

The scissors in my hand were cutting a piece of fabric, but I stopped involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Shaohu rushed to the other party's eyes, controlled the tailor with all his strength, and pressed him to the chair beside him. At the same time, he maintained a supporting posture, and in the eyes of others, it was as if he was helping the tailor to sit down.

The tailor struggled hard, but he couldn't break free, the scissors in his hand had been divided into two sharp blades, reflecting sharp light, but they lost their effect in front of Qiu Shaohu.

"You're from Zhenkang Shrine, right?" Qiu Shaohu said directly.

The tailor's eyes were fierce, and he was about to say something, but suddenly a painful look appeared on his face.

The rolls of his eyes rolled out, and his breath was short, as if someone had choked his neck.

"Holy Son, give me one more chance......" a low growl in his throat, as if begging for mercy from a non-existent person in the void.

Qiu Shaohu was startled, the tailor had already cut off his breath in front of him. Pulling back the clothes on his chest, he saw a strange crying face mask absorbing the person's breath, and then turning into ashes and scattering and disappearing.

"Knock knock ......" when Qiu Shaohu was at a loss, the sound of gongs and drums in his ears was getting closer and closer. He could see that the prefect Zhang Fengrong, surrounded by the crowd, was getting closer and closer to here, and the final ceremony of the festival was to be held here.

It was also at the same time that Qiu Shaohu clearly saw that in all directions, there were many strange figures, mixed in the crowd, and quickly approached in the direction of Zhang Fengrong.